While I burnt myself to the core. 
A light, a scalpel, a finger or two. 
An organ, some pasta, and a little IV. 
A diploma, a degree, and a Med-iocre me. 

Syempre, hindi makakalimutan ni Juan ang kahalagahan ng pananampalataya at pagtitiwala sa Panginoon sa kabila ng lahat ng mga pagsubok at hamon. Dahil sa kanyang pananalig, alam niyang igagabay siya ng Diyos sa kanyang buhay.

But deep within, where truths are often hid,
I knew some jests bear half the love they bid.
Though it’s settled, it was a joke that was sent,
I hope she’d realize that some jokes are half meant.

I hate citrus fruits. Yet you made me love them again, the same way olives are close to your own. And truth be told, from here on out, I think I always will.

I feel suspended for at least 10,000 feet and everything else seems so small to be relevant, but you. I feel a certain kind of euphoria. The neurochemicals flooding my brain tell me that this is home—you are home. If I had known that free-falling could feel this great, I would do it over and over again.

Bagaman paulit-ulit, ni isang araw ay hindi ako nagsawa sa daloy ng buhay kong ito. Kaunti lamang ang aking pahinga, ngunit hindi ko na mabilang sa dami ang mga alaala naibahagi ko sa mga pasahero ko. Alaala ng tuwa, lungkot, pagkabagot, at pahinga.

Jose Protacio Rizal, the Philippine national hero, stands today as the foremost Asian revolutionist whose heroic phenomenon continues to dazzle scholars and historians alike.

Hinihingal at sumsakit na ang mga binti ng mga nakimartsa pa-Mendiola. Nanunuyo man ang lalamunan sa uhaw ay sinigurado nilang aalingawngaw ang kanilang sigaw sa lansangan ng Maynila, “Ang laban ng tsuper ay laban ng komyuter!”

Books have been read, and people have awakened. These documents they bury us with will be ripped apart by the voices of the oppressed. Burned by flames ignited by the hopes of tomorrow. This is how our revolution begins.

Why must this sudden rush of memories occur in the most unexpected hours, in a place I can’t recollect ever setting foot upon?