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If you haven't noticed most of the OPM songs today are revived like you can just imagine yourself watching MTV's Backtrax but with a fresher new artists. It eventually flashed back some college memoirs which is quite funny though but meaningful. Here it goes...                The last bell striked fifteen minutes ago which concluded my tardiness five times in a row, however it wasn't the time that bothered me but the half-done assignment that was due for that day and the still unfinished experiment in my laboratory. I took race with my twenty minutes remaining time as I walked hurriedly to the entrance ignoring the security guards who were busy checking student baggage for suspicious belongings. As what every Atenean does, I go straight to the chapel and ask for guidance that this day will be as meaningful as yesterday. After a minute of contemplating I passed by my organization’s bulletin board to check out the latest postings and unfortunately lots of letters addressed

I have spared a million tears F or the reason of love. I have fought but never won, I possess the bravest heart T hat feared nothing... T hen I scared my self. I 'm numb with pain and nobody C ould heal but time. T hrough this endless misery O f sacrifice, I have held in my hands T he power to live or be gone. B ut in my rest I know M y soul would be in fair. I t would come to battle again; E ither truth or lie. B ecause in my sanity I know T hat heroes don't die...

"Where do I begin, to tell the story of how great a love can be. The sweet love story that is older than the sea..." My father used to sing this song for my mom every siesta Sunday afternoons and often times he dedicate this to her every time they had a gig at a videoke bar. Until then, it became my favorite song too. When I was 21, after I broke up with my first boyfriend, I can't stop asking myself when will I get married or how many children will I raise with my lawfully-wedded husband. Other than burning midnight candles to pass my Engineering degree, I seriously took opportunity to look for a perfect love, however it never happened. I am so much preoccupied of my career because even after graduation, I am still zealous of being a journalist rather than an engineer which, I presume, is only suited for men. Then again I have to choose the path destined for me, so tried my very best to become an engineer in a no-matter-how-many-ways to get it, so I still could not fin

Veritas , the literary folio of the Crusader, the official student publication of Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan. Let me share my favorite short story I have submitted for this publication. In the arms of an artist by: Mash He walked slowly barefooted along the alley of a deserted market place, and as the crisp cold of the night strikes, he braced himself to warm his freezing senses. His torn shirt sways like the tormented wings of an ill vampire and there was nothing with him except his flesh and bones resembling of what he called a body without a soul. His balding head projects a man at 50’s but he’s just on his mid 30’s and his aging veins were embossed on his arms. The lifeless night has been a conclusion of all damnation that reached upon him; half dead, wandering like a ghost. He searched for something to eat, shelter, something that could make himself feel like human. In some corner there was a pile of garbage that marketers might have thrown during the day’s commerce-

 

The reason why people are afraid of dying is because of the state of being forgotten; I remember my professor in Philosophy lecturing us about some truths about death. Unless if you're a hero, the only people who will commemorate your death are those who treasure and remember your existence. The state of dying is the most challenging part of one's life and acceptance is the key to win it. I have seen death twice now, first was my friend Dina and just recently my Papa. Dina was a charming and intelligent lady, I've known here since we were freshmen until the summer of our sophomore year. It was the first time I felt so sad, when you know that this someone you lost will never ever come back again, never will have a chance of hope of talking to her again and will be forgotten eventually. I emailed my professor about the grief I was going through and it was the only time how I understand the word  Acceptance   in this manner.  The later is the most difficult one. I could

DJM Motor Parts My Papa fulfilled his life at 55. It was just so unfortunate I wasn't there when he needed us the most, and I was sorry. I remember it was his birthday, I gave him a greeting card with a picture of a red car. I told him I can make him ride that red car soon after I finish my study. I promised I will take him to the stage the moment I graduate, and he will take me to my groom as we pass along the aisle to the altar on my wedding day, but the later will only be a dream. He spent most of his life working as clerk and at the same time a mechanic in a spare parts store. He worked together with my Mama at Power Motor Parts, a spare parts merchandise now going big time, owned by a Chinese merchant in our town. For 20 years of service, he finally decided to bring up his own business which he named after his initials DJM Motor Parts. So what I have left is my Mama and he four of us. This is my Mama, she is a carbon copy of my face ^_^  When I a

Siquijor Port Siquijor, Philippines. The island is also called Isla del Fuego "Island of Fire" and  is commonly associated with witchcraft and other mystic traditions which makes it appealing to tourism. To give you a little bit of its geographical location, the island is the third smallest island in the country with a land area of 343.5 km and a coastline 102 km long. It was on a Saturday evening of June 2011 that me and my friends took our trip to the island, a tough ride though, but the view on port was stunning. It was by noon time of the next day when we started to wander the island. The people commute by means of tricycle, a three-wheeled motor cab that can carry 6 people.  As we passed along the long road of the countryside I still could smell the freshly grown grasses on the ground and the sea breeze along the bay walk. Just the perfect place to get away from the hustle and busy city life. The quiet still houses sometimes gave a creep on my spine, knowing