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In high school, my father found out I had a huge crush on a classmate who kept topping in our class (when he saw my FLAMES of our names together). Probably thinking that it would cause me to lose my interest in my studies he quipped, Asa raman na ang mga lalaki ba ug makatiwas naka! (Wait until you finish school before you even entertain boys. Well, this is not the real translation. Google translator had a hard time himself) When I graduated from college and had my job, I asked my father, "Oh ...

I don't remember the last time I bathe in the rain. It must have been eons ago. I have probably grown an uncalled for aversion to it. It used to be that I would almost pray for it to come (to the chagrin of kids who like singing, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day..."). I liked it when my clothes get all too soaked up in the rain while I tiptoe on water puddles and wait for under those bursts of heavy water from the roof drainage, pretending that it is my own bathroom shower. ...

There has to be a better word to express what one feels during graduation day. It is not just the thought and the feeling when one dons a garment (that resembles that of the ones worn by the senators in an impeachment case), either in white or black ;and that hat that when worn, you no longer need to go to a salon for a hair spa (it comes with the steam inside it, woah! What a nice contraption!). Add to that the graduation march that even when I hear it every year, I never seem to get enough of ...

Ok, the title is misleading. I wouldn't have had your attention at this moment if it weren't for it. (You must admit you're agreeing with me on this one.) Let me not be misconstrued. I am no expert on women, neither do I represent the whole EVE demographics. What I might be mentioning may or may not reflect what the rest of my female kind thinks and feels. These are just part and parcel of the whole female psyche. What I am most certain about as I write this is that I am a woman. After all, it ...

My brother and I both grew up fearing my father. When we were small, we never missed out having an acquaintance (and sooner association and affinity) with my father's belt. Way back, belts were made of thick non-synthetic leather and my, they hurt so much when they touch our skins. When lashed out near our waist (when my father aimed for the soft bottoms and missed out on them), they seemed to form a fleshy bulge as if we were wearing our own skin versions of the said belt. This was our price to ...

I am a shy person. Yes, you read it right. I am shy. But most of the people who knew me think otherwise. They always refer to my eloquence at writing and delivering speeches. They never really know. I get all the jitters each time. May it be a simple introduction to an important speaker, an announcement of the winners in a contest, an explanation to a query, any form of speech (whether long as in a speech of thanks for winning an award in the Oscars, or short as in just plainly saying thank you), ...

Chalk dust finally settles on an uncleaned ledge. Classroom hallways are quiet even with the occasional twitter of the bird that has built its nest near the windows of my classroom. The gentle breeze caresses my wondering thought, as I sit in one of the chairs, willing my whole body and soul to the occasional oblivion of the room, engulfing me like fire set to dance.

Class records will pay its final tribute to the batch that was, along with its concomitant joys and pains. Books that ...