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- Nalaine Briones
By Nalaine Briones
A great friend once advised me never to start a speech with an apology—a golden rule which, she said, should also be followed strictly in letter-writing. It was a rule so easy to follow; I rarely, if ever, said sorry for my mistakes, much less wrote about them. Until now.
By Audrey Dacquel
I first used Facebook in 2009 when it was still cool to be perpetually online, to post silly faces and pictures of lunches (or brunches), and when nonsensical photos could garner as much as 30 “likes” upon upload. What a time that was.
By Carmina Giezzelle G. Mones
I’ve been staring at this hole in the ceiling for hours now. I can’t sleep. I think my body clock was ruined by the long holiday vacation, when all I did was watch television until 3 a.m.
By Jeremiah Paul Silvestre
I come home from the office after a hard day’s work. I long for the comfort of my bed, the breeze produced by the electric fan, stories courtesy of television, my brothers’ company, and dinner with my parents. I consider our home my safe zone from all the harsh realities of the battlefield of a young professional, a place where I can be my mere self.
By Haly Idiesca Obar
It breezes in as you forget about the fortress walls that keep you fenced within the safe zone. It’s so powerful that it propels you to brave the seven seas right then and there. It’s so sly that it impels you to ride the waves without the slightest idea of getting off the board when balance is lost.
By Ayn Torres
To this day I can vividly recall the first time I wrote myself a letter: in 2010, on the day I celebrated my second anniversary in my previous job.
By Carlo Yu
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Marikina City, it’s that unless there’s a cop watching, no one ever follows the pedestrian signals.
By Mark Anthony Pascual
I wish I can tell a story of how I took someone to dinner and had the best Valentine’s Day ever. But no. I had an elaborate plan: Go home, eat pizza and doughnuts (probably with a couple of beers) while watching my favorite Friday-evening TV show, until I weather the “Day of Hearts.” I made sure to steer clear of what I call “love nests”: shopping malls, restaurants, night-out strips, any public space where there’s a high chance of spotting canoodling couples. Of course, the plan was doomed to fail.
By Maricris G. Malabana
Life is full of surprises. Many things elude my understanding. Many things happen without us knowing why. Therefore, it is not necessary to understand all things; acceptance is the only thing required.
By Gabriela Victoria A. Timbancaya
I sometimes get the feeling that my parents have little confidence in my ability to keep myself alive.
By Glory May Asahan
So you want to be happy, eh? Piece of cake, youngster. Just get good grades and finish school, land a high-paying job, find Mr./Ms. Right, settle down, and have a wonderful family.
By Kala Pasamba
I learned in my psychology class that the more you love someone, the more you distance yourself from him. It’s probably because you are afraid to show your true colors, my psychology teacher said.