This article is one of the best I have read about this issue. Thank you!

''Ate, ba't ba nagdadasal mga tao? Wala namang nagagawa yun ah?''

--my little brother, ten years old and full of win, like this article.

This article is a great accompaniment to History Channel's Season 6 The Universe - How Big, How Far, How Fast episode. Talks about the same thing. Watching it right now, reminded me of this piece at once. Your ability to strip down larger than life concepts to concrete terms people of all ages could relate to is remarkable. Great work, thanks!

I have a twelve-year old sister and a sixteen-year old brother who look like gorgeous carbon copies of each other and courted compliments wherever they went since we were all kids. The girl, Sophia, is chinita, naturally has thick, long, black hair (probably not the 'right' order of adjectives as taught in English classes, hehe, but you get my point), and has been supplying the family with chocolates gifted by her suitors since she hit puberty in Grade 5. Both have been asked countless times to model or to audition for TV roles. With their splotch-free fair complexions that naturally blush when it's scorching hot outside, especially now with the current fascination of the masses with Korean/Japanese artists, that's predictable.

I'm the eldest, being eighteen, and the youngest boy is ten. We are described by relatives and family friends as to having an endless stream of crazy questions and theories about the universe, the same penchant for rebellious, defiant behavior and the same wanderlust. While we are asked about books we are currently reading and opinions on social and political issues, the other two are asked if they have crushes, if the girl has suitors, how many girlfriends does the boy have. I've always seen this as an advantage in my case, by the way.

When we're with the other pair, eyebrows are raised when we admit we actually came from the same womb, as if being directly related to them yet having a skin tone that's almost on the opposite end of the spectrum is a felony. I don't know if I missed the memo stating I should hate the golden-brown skin I am born with, but I've never felt the need urging me to run to Belo and have it bleached.

I was listening to a radio show one morning on my way to class and the topic being discussed is just this. Filipinos apparently prefer white skin and would at all costs change theirs into a glowing, mestiza complexion because it is associated with being financially able, into being 'mukhang mayaman'. Social climbing tendencies, it appears.

Modern day sophistry. Tsk tsk.

I started copying a few sentences from this text as to supposedly mention them here in the comments thread and adorn them with compliments. Then, a "few" became too many to mention. Decided not to at all, because if I did I'll be pasting the entire article here=)

Venturing into a Philosophy degree not only aroused questions on what it is, exactly, I have also been questioned up to this day of what career per se does an AB Philo degree promise me with. I'm pretty sure that while this entry will not be a source of a definite job description, this pretty much explains my love affair with the discipline. Have you guys ever heard a song, a poem or an article that makes you nod in agreement every five seconds? This one is one of those, to me at least.

Thanks to you, Pecier. You just inspired me.=) Will be raping your article tonight, shall read it over and over again ;)

There is no doubt that these programs will be implemented because priests have a deep appreciation for knowledge, wisdom, and especially, children.
--HAHAHAHAHA

Oo na, I fell for his earlier post. But this one. Had me swearing up like a priest on crack. Good job man. Idol.

With the rate he's going, this isn't so far off. Oh, que horror! Hahaha. :)