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- Raymundo V. Lucero Jr.
By Raymundo V. Lucero Jr.
Whenever people learn that I play classical music on the piano, they automatically refer to a set of names.
By Paolo Jeffrey Gan
Change, the universe dictates, is inevitable. My life is a testament to it. That I have had my ups and downs is definitely an understatement.
By Ma. Karmela Talusan
6:30 a.m. My alarm goes off. I fight the urge to go back to sleep and get up, as quietly as possible, so as not to wake my roommates. I stretch a bit, climb down from the double-deck bed, and extend my right foot to search for my slippers on the floor. Aha. Found them. I walk over to where our food is stacked and rustle up my sachet of coffee, chocolate spread, bread, and vitamins. I turn the doorknob slowly. Squeak. I look behind me and see that they are still asleep. I put my stuff down on the table and go lose a penny. I fix my coffee and spread some chocolate on my bread. I take a few sips and feel the caffeine doing what it does best: wake me up. The clock says 6:50.
By Mr. Rapid Eye Monday
It was exactly a week before my 21st birthday when I found out that I’m never going to be able to leave my parents’ house, get an apartment in Manila and work for a Fortune 100 company, or visit the Grand Canyon in the United States, or have kids of my own, or get health [...]
By Joshua J. Suico
Cancer. It is a sickness generally considered as afflicting only old or middle-aged people. Of course, this is not true; a lot of cancer patients are children, adolescents, and young adults. As for myself, I knew that cancer can strike anyone at any age, but I never gave a thought to it ever happening to me. That’s why when it came in the middle of my march toward the future, my initial response was of utmost disbelief.
By Cecilia Ejercito
I’m sure I won’t remember their faces, nor will they remember mine. Never more than an hour together, never any face time, never much conversation. My hands were only on the wheel, eyes only on the road. Our interaction was limited to me opening my car, popping the trunk, and getting them to their destination. A few directions given here and there, and some small talk about the distance I was driving—nothing more.
By Mari Colinares
When my brothers and I were young, we called this house the “Other House.” As a child, I walked with dad and measured its distance from our own house and concluded that it was merely 100 steps away. It was nice having my grandparents so near us; it was nice going over there to play by the beach.
By Fae Cheska Marie Esperas
I am a survivor of Supertyphoon “Yolanda.” I am one of the thousands of Waray left homeless by the storm. Like them I am displaced, not only geographically but also mentally and emotionally. You can only imagine the idea of leaving home because you have to, and you cannot look back anymore because there’s nothing for you to return to. To be frank, that’s the ordeal we are trying to live with now.
By Denise Bernadette Ramos
Greed. Anger. Destruction. Fear. Death. The constant cycle. Will you accept that one day, when you wake up, all you can feel is fear and danger and you have nowhere to run? Are you ready to run as fast as you can and hide, but knowing that nowhere is safe? Are you prepared to live a life of darkness?
By Jesus L. Dawal Jr.
This is not a piece for the suffering Visayan people; it will take long before their power supply is restored. This isn’t meant to criticize the government for its sluggish operation; I doubt this will reach its officials’ eyes and ears, or help in any way. Neither is this for those who are so quick to insult the government; they probably have contributed far more than I, and to pick on them would be very hypocritical and heartless of me.
By Maria Reylan M. Garcia
For the last six years, the dropout rate among pupils aged 12-15 has been steadier than the Kathniel fandom.
By Tiffany Chan
We cannot keep making the same mistakes. “Yolanda” was not the Philippines’ first encounter with a category-5 typhoon. In 1990, Cebu and other provinces was hit by “Ruping” (international name: “Mike”), which left damage worth P10.8 billion and a death toll of more than 700.