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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 Reya Bato
He did not even get down on one knee while holding the small box and saying those two words, “Marry me?”
By Park Quilling
Nothing shocks me anymore. In a country where buses falling from overhead are nothing new, what else can shock you, right?
By Shiela Rabaya
I don’t think I’ve experienced something sufficiently cathartic to warrant this precious space. That fact, however, was what propelled me to write about every wrong thing about myself and to finally come up with the answer to the biggest question of all: Why? Why have I reached the ripe age of 18 and still have nothing particularly worth telling in my life? My life is a flat line, so to speak.
By John Tugano
Study hard, get yourself a job, and finance your siblings’ education. These and many more are the responsibilities that a number of sons and daughters of today often need to face. These responsibilities are unwritten but instinctively understood and agreed upon.
By Christian Viñas
I remember Rachel, my 22-year-old friend in high school. She was shy but hardworking when it came to doing our homework back then. “I gave way for my older brother to finish his studies and become an architect,” she said. Well, my friend Mark just turned 24 and became an architect—a professional one, too. Rachel [...]
By Yvannessa Santos
In March 2013 I graduated from college. I walked up a stage to claim my diploma and get a handshake from the university president, then made my way down while the others in line behind me followed the well-practiced routine. And that was it. School was over. I remember feeling immensely happy and excited at the end of the ceremony, when all the fake rolled diplomas were thrown into the air. I remember wanting to run to the guests’ seats to find my family. But most of all I remember that after all the hype of the event had died down, amid the hugs and congratulations, I had one question in my mind: What now?
By Anais Jay
Sadness is a single cancer cell big enough to render my immune system stupid. My life has become too big to understand, my person too vague for significance, and my body too heavy to lift off that old couch.
By Sasha Dalabajan
It is not my intention to bore you with numbers and percentages showing how much the world has gotten warmer since the Industrial Revolution of the 19th century, or how much the population has grown and how much pollution it has caused since. But even without the numbers, studies prove that, yes, the world is heating up to an alarming extent.