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Braiding the Essence of Nature as a Human Right

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       I've been a student leader for 4 consecutive years, and undoubtedly, environmentalism was one of my platforms every time. Maybe this is why I even considered majoring in environmental science in college. One thing I noticed is that people don't really realize and grasp the reality of how mind-complex climate impacts are gonna be. The earth is on its death bed—forests are on fire, and full cities will soon be underwater. Climate change is not a joke— and we have little to no time left until its effects become irreversible.      Living like a billionaire is actually expensive for the Earth. The unsustainable carbon footprint of private aircraft, yachts, and those obviously mandatory space missions significantly beyond that of the typical citizen. However, putting aside the enormous vanity projects, billionaires rank among the world's greatest pollutants due to their position as the beneficiaries of an unfair economic system. A 2022 Oxfam analysis states that 125 of the

Blogging is A Language of Our Souls

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       From search engines to blogs, I learned multiple conceptual lessons in the first quarter of ICT class. However, I do think that learning about blogs truly ignited the writer in me. Unmotivated and uninspired—two words that I'd describe myself before I discovered the essence of blogs. Don't get me wrong— I am a writer, though it was undoubtedly upsetting that I couldn't practice this skill of mine during the break. Luckily, this first quarter of the school year helped me recover the art of expressing myself through words— idioms, metaphors, and similes. The best thing about being a writer is beginning to admire the little things. They've always been around me, but suddenly they can contain all the hidden beauties of the world. Casually eating a pomegranate and finding meaning in it is an art. I wouldn't have been able to express myself so efficiently without my discoveries of blogging. Everything will become art in blogging, and I will spend my whole life tryi

Resilience Redefined

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            In today's society, our so-called "resilience" has been tested countless times—from the Corona virus pandemic—to the destructive Super-Typhoon "Carina." There is no doubt that Filipino resilience became a fool in these times of crisis. The definition of resilience is the capacity to withstand or to recover quickly from difficulties. Sure—this may be right—but here's another perspective that seems like a pill that is hard to swallow for some people; resilience is not an excuse to keep fighting even if everything is overwhelming. Being resilient and refusing to take a break at the same time is hypocritical—it's turning a blind eye on the reality of this game called life. We must not use resilience to romanticize the superiority of courage and strength. It all doesn't end there. It's not that we Filipinos are just tough and chivalrous, but Filipino resilience does not turn a blind eye and remain silent about the real issues.           Fi

Confronting the Past: A Letter to President Ferdinand Marcos Jr.

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  Kassandra Lianna A. Quelnan Brgy. IV, Vigan City, Ilocos Sur August 22, 2024 President Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos Jr. MalacaƱang Palace J.P. Laurel St., San Miguel Manila, Philippines Dear President Marcos,      I'm writing this letter to you with utmost courage and concern for our country and countrymen. As a citizen, I wanted to reach out and share some thoughts on issues that are important to many of us, including the future holders of our homeland, the youth.      First, I want to commend your subtle efforts in acknowledging the challenges posed by some particular issues and working toward recovery. It is just right for you to create programs for our agriculture production. You lauded as you took your vow in the continuous elevation of the condition of farmers through mechanization and modernization towards food sufficiency during your second State of Nation Address on July 24, 2023, which was way back last year. However, I haven't seen much of your receipts on

Memoir of a Bleeding Sensation

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       There's one rhetorical question that lingers in my head all the time, alongside the many overwhelming thoughts that have taken up every portion of my brain. "How can something so messy, be so good" An unending, repetitive cycle of countless stories — stories that both wreck and build a sweet girl. That sweet girl isn't exactly the stereotypical "perfect, kind, straight A, innocent, pure, every good thing" type of teenage girl. Sometimes, she can be a monster, a horrible killer. And no, not the one who owns a collection of axes and whatnot. Wanna know what's worse than that kind of killer? A kind that kills oneself — killing oneself's soul to the point that emotions are no longer felt. Those kind of killers are complicated, but they can be kind, caring, pained empaths. Just like a pomegranate. In every bite, you let the juice stain your fingertips. Every pop of that juice-filled fruit presents every emotion a sweet girl exists with. It's ei