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| Identity Crisis
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (25 comments) |
ouchie |
 At tulad ni Louis, wala akong sariling identity. Madalas na nakikilala lang ako bilang kapatid ni A o ni E, o anak ni Doktora o ni Architect. Minsan din nakikilala ako bilang kaibigan ni ganito, o kaklase ni ganyan, o girlfriend niya.
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The Concrete Pilgrimage
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (1 comment) |
martin_blank |
The most pivotal part of the pilgrimage involves the rapid motion of this monster, the train. Once I, the erstwhile pilgrim, hurriedly board it, I am taken aboard a veritable magic carpet ride. The cosmopolitan wasteland becomes less of an existential burden and more of a visual cornucopia. For one fleeting moment, buildings, roads and people beneath me become muted witnesses to my ascent. The skies become clearer; the sun’s rays playfully glisten in the daylight. As my magic carpet speeds along, I, too, soar and realize the wonder of the world around me.
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Letter to a Graduating Student
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (20 comments) |
aaliyah |
 I had a student just like you once, in Math 11. His name is Sam, a Tourism Major. He was five years older than me, and owned and had been managing a popular bar and restaurant in the metro. Only he didn’t have a diploma, and the only thing standing between him and a college degree was a grade of 3 in Math 11. He had taken it four times and failed every time, and I was his fifth shot at it. Dealing with him made me realize (or decide) that the rules were created out of the need for order and nothing else. They didn’t create the rules first, UP later. There was UP in the beginning, and when there was need for order, they made the rules. That was the order of things. When Samuel failed the course under me, we started a whole summer-long tutorial session whence he would come to take an exam I made, and let me check it in front of him and explain to him all his mistakes and how to do the items right, so he could come back two days later to take another exam all over again. We did that over and over until he passed. And I packed Samuel out of college life and back to his successfully running business with a 3 in Math 11 at the end of the summer. It was the first time I broke a rule and knew I did the right thing
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Last Straw
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (4 comments) |
ishda |
But you know what, life has finally slapped me awake. You’re totally over me—that I should accept. I am no longer you’re true north; I no longer make you feel as if the stars and the moon exist because of the two of us; I no longer make you feel as if you could fight the world weaponless for me. I am no longer “the one”
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Delayed
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (8 comments) |
meantimegirl |
 Pwede pa raw akong humabol, sabi nila, marami namang bumabagsak na nakakagradweyt pa rin on time. Kaya lang, sa sitwasyon ko ngayon, malabo. Pinagsisiksikan kasi ang sandamakmak na subjects namin sa iisang sem. Normal na ang maging 19 hanggang 21 units ang kinukuha namin, kaya kung uulit ako ng subject, saan ko naman isisingit iyon? Asa pa ako. At dahil hindi naman binibigay ang mga majors namin tuwing summer, naglaho na lahat ng natitirang pag-asa ko na makasabay sa pagmartsa ang mga batchmates ko.
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UP Centennial Kick Off on January 8, 2008
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| Tuesday, January 08, 2008 (5 comments) |
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 A huge motorcade participated in by the different units of the University
of the Philippines System from across the country will highlight the UP
System Centennial Launching on January 8, 2008 that will kick off
celebrations for the State University’s 100 years of existence.
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Chest Pains, etc.
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| Thursday, January 03, 2008 (40 comments) |
tempted |
 Somehow I knew you were already gone. I felt it. In my chest, I felt it; a heavy crushing feeling of intense pain, disbelief, despair, torment, and panic all fighting with the little hope I had in my heart. But I knew. I knew that’s why I felt the pain in my chest because of the thought of having lost you and it could have only been relieved if my instincts were proved wrong. It was pain like I’ve never felt before, it radiated through my entire body, my entire being.
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Everything But A Ring
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| Thursday, January 03, 2008 (47 comments) |
ishgumberry |
I've wondered why so many times. There was nothing wrong with her in my opinion - she had a beauty that shined more when you stared at her longer. She had a good, innocent heart, very childlike and yet containing a deep sense of maturity as well. She was charming and could sweep anyone off their feet without exerting much effort. But somehow, she keeps on falling in love with the wrong men.
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Kwentong Langgam
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| Thursday, January 03, 2008 (18 comments) |
ribonux |
Kumapit si langgam sa nakalawit na sintas at umakyat sa aking sapatos. Maya-maya ng kaunti ay may natanaw nga akong naghihintay na isa pang langgam sa may kanto. Ito na nga marahil ang gerpren na naghihintay dahil nakita kong sobrang na-excite itong langgam na ngayon ay nakabitin na sa dulo ng sintas ng sapatos at handang bumaging na ala-tarzan sa direksyon ng kasintahang naghihintay
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Suck All You Want
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| Thursday, January 03, 2008 (10 comments) |
pugz |
The bottom line is: do what makes you happy. Suck everything that makes you happy. (no figurative sense please) Eat. Just eat.
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Smell the Coffee and Wake Up
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| Monday, October 01, 2007 (38 comments) |
jjvl |
Coffee. The word means different things to different kinds of people. For a few, it means the luxury of enjoying exotic flavors from around the world. To some, it means the chance of pretending to afford and enjoy this luxury. To others, it means daily fare to keep them awake and alert for their daily labor. Finally, for a steadily growing number of Filipinos, it equates with their very survival. Coffee is more than a mere beverage consisting of alkali, sugar and other compounds. It is a symbol of social and economic status, of prestige, and of power. In every stir and sip, and in every drop is the story not only of the person drinking it, but of the society as well.
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 In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, September 03
(10 comments)
But now I am seriously enjoying writing, seriously thinking that this is one of those things that I still find effortless. Mind you, writing is still worlds away from writing well, and I don't have any delusions that I don't have anything to improve on, but at least it's something that comes easily for me.
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 Au Clair de Lune
by linchpin
Wednesday, August 09
(10 comments)
It’s like high school all over again. Some people are just able to disturb you, confound you, and make you love them despite and/or for it. You are under their spell so much that you want to act and think the way you think they would want you to, because surely, their kind of cool is the best kind of cool, and well, you’re a twat. Surely when she snatches the words right out of your mouth just like you would hers, it means something.
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 Coffee and Chaos
by apocalypse
Sunday, July 16
(53 comments)
“Welcome to the real world,” sabi ng tibak kong kaibigan, na ngayo’y isang disgruntled employee. “Buti ka pa, papasok pa lang, may panahon ka pang pumili at umayaw. Samantala ako, wiz! Heto, isang baklang nagpapakaputa. Nakakatawa, bakla na nga, puta pa. Mas keri pa nga kong tumalon na lang ako mula sa tuktok churva ng building. At least, namatay akong intact ang dignidad at hindi nagpapalamon sa sistema.”
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, July 09
(10 comments)
In "Goodbye to All That", Didion discusses her affair with New York when she lived there in her early twenties. She was young and in love with the city the way you fall in love with ideas; and then she was older and realized that she could not understand her need to redeem herself to a city that did not accept redemption, that preyed on mistakes that you attribute to youth to feed its lights and sounds.
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, June 25
(25 comments)
He has that hairstyle so common among boys in the mid-90s, longish without being too long, even at the back, bangs threatening to get into the eyes. Think Leo di Caprio in This Boy's Life. Think Mark Anthony Fernandez. He smiles shyly with what I mistake for demureness (it is several years before I finally understand that boys are never demure; if they seem shy it is because they are polite and you're not their type). I swoon.
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Friday, February 13
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