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Hindi Kasama Sa Units

Sa bawat semestre, binibilang ko ang aking mga units.

Eugene L. Malate · 2 min read

You Were My Idea of Tomorrow

There are people you lose even when they were never really yours to lose. I remember the time I wished, I hope I never lose you. I did not know how prophetic that wish would become. I did not know that sometimes, you…

Lia Abellana · Aug 20, 2026

Si Choleng at Ang Siyam Niyang Buhay

Ang sabi ni Lola, may siyam na buhay raw ang mga pusa. Napapaisip tuloy ako na baka mas marami silang alam na hindi alam ng mga tao. Tayo kasi ay iisang buhay lang ang ipinagkaloob. Walang pasobrang pagkakataon…

civ · Aug 14, 2026

Tala

“Magaling ka sa acads ah, siguro matalino ka rin sa pag-ibig?”

Rehin Dloan · Aug 11, 2026

For the Things That Grow

Gardening is hard as it demands patience, devotion, and the willingness to get your hands dirty. It asks you to notice what others would walk past, to tend what is hidden beneath soil. It asks to be steady when the…

Czevie Sigue · Aug 10, 2026

No One Talks About The Crossfire

Friends became divided territories. Families became closed doors. And we were left standing outside places that once welcomed us, holding gratitude we never got to express and goodbyes we never properly said.

Kyriel Yu · May 17, 2026

Mother'S Day Special

Kaya Pala, Mama

Akala ko noon kaya mo lang talagang tiisin ang lahat kahit kulang sa tulog, kahit sumasakit na ang likod mo, kahit paulit-ulit ang buhay mo sa pagitan ng kusina at lababo.

Lia Abellana · May 10, 2026

Mother'S Day Special

Like Me

We visited our Grandparents one humid Sunday afternoon, the kind where the air clung to your skin and the old electric fan groaned softly in the corner, doing little to ease the heat gathering at our temples.

Mika Limpag · May 10, 2026

Mother'S Day Special

What's it like to have a single mom

Ever since I was little, there was always a pair of hands that did everything for me–ones that packed my lunch, signed my permission slips, dried my tears and still found a way to tuck me in at night. My world was…

Ashe Marquez · May 10, 2026

Did you like her in the morning?

I know that the past no longer matters. I understand that somehow, It shaped you to be the man you are right now.

Matilde Grace Vibar · May 8, 2026

The Curse of Longevity

They once called it a gift. They said time would make home out of me. Instead, it made a grave that refused to close.

Mira · Apr 29, 2026

UP, mahal kita 7 years na.

Sabi nila, bago ka mag-30, mararanasan mo at least once maging kagaya ni Carson—nagmahal nang palihim dahil takot sa posibleng kahantungan—at makatagpo ng isang Dio na kahit ano mang pilit natin ay hindi kayang suklian…

Mirasol · Apr 23, 2026

Fragments of Us

We sailed on the same boat, with curiosity as our compass. After countless strokes through the waves we dared to face, our journey is about to reach its destination. The pages we filled, the stories we carved, and the…

Jean S. Cais · Apr 22, 2026

Ang Tunay na Kalapastangan

Kalapastangan ang hindi ka ibigin. Kalokohan ang hindi ka isipin.

John Benedict N. Banday · Apr 20, 2026

Recall What We Had

Loving you was a privilege; letting go was the price.

Arteya Leiana Tominez · Apr 17, 2026

How can I unwrite you?

How can I… when in every word, in every paragraph, and in every page, all I can think of is you.

Ed Almasco · Apr 16, 2026

Silly Conversations are the life of the party

Nobody plans for it, but it always happens: someone says something ridiculous, and suddenly the whole room is alive. The moment conversation tips into something nonsensical, everything loosens. We stop performing and…

Ashlee Marquez · Apr 14, 2026

Bad Artist

Can we really call this a debut at all, if I have known you for most of my life? If I have already memorized the way you hesitate before committing marks to paper, the way you lean closer to your work like it might…

Kyriel Yu · Apr 14, 2026

The Day I Left the Crayons on the Floor

In the wake of paints, pastels, and buried sketchbooks piled under tax filings and college essays, there’s a constant craving inside us that we continue to ignore—the craving for self-expression.

Ark Meci · Apr 12, 2026

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