Picture in my mind

By Sheila Mañalac

There is a picture that keeps flashing in my mind. It is that of an old man sleeping soundly on a busy sidewalk in Manila’s Quiapo district. His blanket is yesterday’s newspaper, his pillow an old sack full of trash.

Twice burned

By Alexandria Llamasares

I fell in love twice last year. And twice I was heartbroken. I proved my professor right when he told us that love is a feeling which attracts masochists, people who love to inflict pain on themselves. I loved the feeling of being in love. I loved the feeling of loving someone despite the pain. I am a masochist.

The marrying age

By Aina Cruz

“I’m getting married!” These days, I have been hearing more frequently from my friends and cousins this dreadful sentence: “I’m getting married.” The moment I hear this, two feelings sweep over me at the same time. One is extreme happiness for this beloved person who has finally found what is famously known as “The One,” be it a high school sweetheart, a college lover, an officemate, a blind date, or a childhood playmate. I almost wish that at least somebody would be referring to the savior Neo who would finally destroy the Matrix.