I grew up being told that utang na loob was virtue. That it was the glue that held us together. That without it, we would become cold, Western, selfish. That gratitude was our superpower. What they never said was the price. You feel it early. The tone shifts the moment you do well. Not celebration. Accounting. Who helped you. Who
Tag: generational poverty
I was supposed to be on a study break. You know, reviewing Azure firewall rules, maybe poking around Wireshark like a good future cybersecurity engineer. Instead… I went on YouTube.Big mistake. Huge. A video popped up: “Old Manila in the 1960s — A Glimpse of the Glory Days.” Cue vintage cars, clean streets, people in barong casually walking down Escolta,