I recall one of my 12th-grade teachers. From the crevices of my memory, she’s a God-fearing middle-aged woman who was strangely enthusiastic and concerned about what she reads on Facebook. According to her findings, the possession and illness of a young boy was allegedly caused by a crippling addiction to Mobile Legends
Contrary to what motivational quotes and posts say, you exist in this universe not for a grand reason. It doesn’t matter if the biggest thing you did today was to wake up or to brush your teeth, or if the most worthwhile thing that you’ve ever done in your life already happened four years ago. You exist because you matter—you exist because the people you love also love you.
You ignore the bolded warning on the packaging that reads “EAT IN MODERATION.” Three minutes pass by. Dinner is served. How does that one taste compared to last night? And the night before that?
…Defending my territory is tough, especially when others are also aware of the necessity to fortify themselves. Perched on a thin branch extending over a body of water, I am keen on watching for intruders.
…With how accustomed our current generation is to the effects of globalization, it may be easy to overlook how often we encounter translated content in our daily lives.
In my experience aboard the Masagana, I noticed an invisible division between passengers inside the hotel-like interior of the vessel and those outside on the upper deck.
This is the reality that gay people experience in the Philippines: homosexuality is tolerated more than accepted.
In a world that is moved by collective ticks of clocks, PALABRA endeavored to melt the passage of time almost a week ago in The Poetry Hour: A Spoken Word Showcase.
I was only told moments after the curtains had risen and everything went dark: first, that this was set in 1940’s Bataan, during the Japanese Occupation, and second, that it was a musical. Both were enough to keep me in my seat already.
Such stories depict a world wherein robots perform all the menial tasks that normally would eat a sizable chunk out of a person’s time and energy, and humanity is then left with whatever artistic passions and scientific developments are gained with such newfound time and energy. How depressing it is then that in reality the robots are making poetry while human people are clocking in at the factory lines.