I wasn't always interested in P-Pop. I once thought Filipino idol groups were simply imitating K-Pop. Then BINI's *Karera* found me during my physician licensure examination review, and ALAMAT introduced me to a different side of contemporary Filipino music. From childhood cassette tapes to listening on my commutes in Edmonton, here's a personal guide to discovering P-Pop, including the artists and songs I think deserve a closer listen.
Lena has carried Mara’s spare house key for four years without ever using it. When an emergency finally forces her inside, she finds something small that makes her question everything she thought she understood about their friendship.
A quiet reflection on perseverance, presence, and the soft art of waiting.
Sometimes, survival isn’t about moving forward—it’s about staying still long enough to notice that the lights are still on.
In orbit above a dying Earth, one man conducts humanity’s final performance—a live concert streamed across a collapsing planet. A story about memory, music, and the last thing we choose to hear.
Simon scrolls past the viral post. But when the time matches something he once felt, a quiet dread returns. He doesn’t believe in fate—but he can’t ignore the timing.
Some words stay with you. Not because they’re loud, but because they come when you’re already fragile. This post is for anyone who’s been told they didn’t care—even when they were trying their best just to survive.
Passing the boards isn't about perfection—it's about persistence. Here are the lessons I learned, the failures I survived, and the quiet rituals that helped me become a doctor.
After years of setbacks, self-doubt, and silent prayers, I finally saw my name on the list of passers. This is the raw, honest story of the moment I became a doctor—and what passing the boards really meant to me.
While everyone else shared milestones, I was surviving quietly—washing dishes, repeating routines, and wondering if it would ever be enough. This is a story of soft resilience, mundane victories, and staying kind to yourself when no one’s watching.
They say you can’t compare apples and oranges. One’s simple. One’s messy. One’s for planners, the other for feelers. But what if you like both? What if your taste doesn’t have to mean anything deeper than that? This poem unpacks the quiet pressure behind everyday choices—and why it’s okay to change your mind.
