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Written by Maryknoll H. Magtira
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Wednesday, 05 March 2008 |
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Ilang taon ko na ring naging matalik na kaibigan ang aking bolpen. Tanging ang bolpen ko lang kase ang nakakaintindi sa akin sa tuwing may binubulong ang aking isipan. Siya lang ang may kakayahang isatitik ang mga letrang naghahabulan sa aking isipan na maski ako ay hindi ko maintindihan. Ilang taon na rin akong nakikipaglaro sa mga salita. Ilang taon na akong nagsusulat nang hindi ko man lang alam kung naging mahusay ba akong manunulat sa paningin ng aking mga mambabasa.
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Written by Joemylou A. Tattao
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Tuesday, 04 March 2008 |
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Just eight months ago, I was here, writing the first column I have written for three years. Now, I am about to end the school year with another column. Time flew too fast that it is only now that the thought of ending a year as an editor of this publication is sinking in my system. Some of our editors are graduating this school year and a fresh batch will come in next year. And then after a year, the cycle would repeat itself. Much like life. Seasons pass and times change. But, as a song goes, these are all connected “in a circle-in a hoop that never ends”. |
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Written by Evelyn N. Yeung
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Tuesday, 04 March 2008 |
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“I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance.”-Socrates I am a work of art. A creation made by awesome Hands, uniquely and beautifully made. Everyone is the same I, human yet wonderfully different and equally special. |
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Written by Amilo F. Inso
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Friday, 07 December 2007 |
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For the past months, I met the different Editors-in-Chief of yearbooks of the different colleges in the university. We’ve been discussing about the yearbook of SLU for a long time now. I get jealous that they have their respective yearbooks while I don’t have a yearbook to hold when I graduate or after I graduate.
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Written by Maryknoll H. Magtira
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Friday, 07 December 2007 |
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Napakaraming bagay ang naglalaro sa aking isipan. Ang ilan ay nagtatago sa kasuluk-sulukan ng aking utak. Ang ilan nama’y malayang naghahabulan. Ngunit ang problema, ang ilan ay malakas na nagsisigawan. Ang problema kasi, sadyang napakahirap isatitik ang nilalaman ng iyong isipan. Napakahirap humanap ng karampatang salita na magpapalitaw sa larawan na nakaguhit sa iyong kamalayan. |
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