MasukAngelie is a college student from the slums of Manila who has always been certain of her intentions in life. She had her life planned out before enrolling in university. However, things spiral out of control and become monotonous when she is denied in the admission of her first choice university. However, this does not deter her, and she spends the next year becoming accustomed to failing herself. Eventually, events transpired and she discovered optimism during her second year in college. As she has made genuine friends, they embark on a path of intrigue in order to spice up their stay, which entails changing their NSTP subjects from CWTS to ROTC. They had no idea that tensions would erupt once they entered such an organization. They unearth secrets, secrets that would either destroy the organization as a whole or would destroy them individually.
Lihat lebih banyakDo you, too, wonder when this pandemic will end? Do you despise officials who are insensitive to their constituents? Do you despise the military? Are you an anti-activist? Do you despise individuals you meet online? Simply by expressing your criticism on various social media platforms, you will be red-tagged as a member of terrorists or non-governmental organizations (NPAs)?
Do you have a sense of hopelessness? Do you have reservations about your ancestors? Do you feel sorry for yourself?How do you establish your identity at this age? When everyone simultaneously feels powerful and hopeless?
Hello, my name is Angelie Bayaban. I am an AB Political Science student who has only dreamed of contributing to the betterment of this humanity. The fact is, I want my name to be etched in the history books for how my voice was heard among the thousands of screams and cries of this cataclysmic age.During face-to-face sessions, our professors usually leave us with a message to love the process, but taking steps outside of my comfort zone is easier said than done. To adore the process, when one's motivations, abilities, and resources are limited. How did others get away with such a set-up? How did our forefathers and mothers liberate us from colonizers? How did I happen to be, with this small flame within me?I am too soft for this world to survive.
++ I don’t know how to react. My great grandmother? Isang biktima ng mga hapon. One of the comfort women. Naging topic lang yun nung nagcollege ako tas eto kadugo ko na? Sex slaves of the Japanese troupes. I feel disgusted. For a lady who also nearly suffer from sexual abuse, I loathed them, I pitied my great grandmother with her tough experience. I wonder if she cried in silence too. How did she manage those tough times alone? I picked my phone and called tatay. On three rings he answered. “Hello.” He said. Mukhang nagising ko ata ang tatay. Dis oras na rin kasi ng gabi. Humingi ako ng patawad sa pag-tawag ng gantong oras. “Ano ka ba, ayos lang. Nasisiyahan nga akong tumawag ka. Nabasa ko ang sulat na iniwan mo, masaya akong nakapagdesisyon ka anak.” Said tatay that instantly made me cry. “Pasensya na tay, pero may bumabagabag lang sa isipan ko. Ang lola mo ba tay... isa rin ba sya sa mga biktima ng hapon dati?” Tanong ko naghihinang boses. Katahimikan ang namayani sa kabilang
++Pagkatapos kong naayos mga gamit ko dumiretso na ako sa public cr. I have encountered a passionate individual kanina. Medyo marami na rin pero ang bali-balita kanina eh may inaasahan pa daw na dumating since ang simula talaga ng training ay hanggang weekend na lamang.I busied myself cleaning my body when a shriek of voice come after me.“JELLLLL IS THAT YOUUUUU?”I peeked on the curtain that only divides the whole shower area and there I saw peas peeking on me as well.We both laughed. Darn, I miss this lady.“Who knew that we could meet in a span of seven years here, naked.” I teased her and we both laughed heartily.“With all those years I’ve been missing you.” Peas as she closed the curtain and resumed cleaning her body. I did too as I enjoy hearing
++I can’t distinguish how am I feeling when I just see first-hand the person I’ve been avoiding from the past. I am grateful yet scared. Sir Asterio leaning on the wall of the guardhouse. I mean, if that’s what is called. He is wearing a tight green army shirt and fatigue on the lower. He has these scrutinizing eyes as ever.“...you smell beer… we don’t accept a person who drunk drive going in here,” he said as I now a law violator. Beats me, there are who’s worst than me yet still enjoying their freedom and sipping from the taxes of every Filipino.“yeah, and you smelled like a mint chocolate, mind your distance or I might puke,” I replied and walkway past him.“why? You don’t like how I smell?” He sneered and equalled my pace as I head towards the office.“As far as
A year of the pandemic, issues had risen and made all citizens feel rage, oppressed, fear, and all then injustices prevail. Politicians now moved their pawns on a chessboard. Ang daming nasasakripisyong buhay dahil sa mga abusadong nasa kapangyarihan.Kaliwa’t kanan ang pagkukundina at pagkritismo sa iba’t ibang social media platforms. Mga pulis na walang awang binaril sa ulo ang mag-ina. Mga kadeteng nag-aaral ng kriminolohiya nakapanig sa pagkitil ng mga pulis sa mga inosente dahil daw ginalit ito.Mga gago.Sa pagkalap ng maraming hate speech online, gumawa na naman ang hakbang ang mga nasa gobyerno. Nagpasa ng batas na patahimikin ang publiko.Youths who oppose the government red-tagged as terrorists. Many people are angered, likewise many turned to idolize the current administration.What the hell.++