{Q} is for Queer and Quirky Radcliffe is born on the Easter of April 1995, to staunch Catholic parents, in Manila. His hazel eyes, dark curly mane and rosey lips has people marvelling and confusing the little cherub for a girl. His orthodox parents find this very queer and quirky. Radcliffe goes to mass every Sunday with his parents. Unlike his peers who play with cars and aeroplanes, Rady has a penchant for Barbie dolls. Mommy doesn’t know, as he…
“Hey Philipe! Guess what, the Art Fair is on this Sunday.” “Date?” says Matt, rather mysteriously over the phone. It has been over a fortnight since they last spoke. Their squabbles had become way too frequent, so they were taking time away.
We’d known each other since high school. Friends with benefits they called us. But that was far from the truth. We stuck to each other in good times and bad times alike. When Richard lost his mother, I spent endless days and nights by his side, reassuring him everything would be all right. He knew he could count on me.