At the height of the month celebrating Filipino original films and shows, one particular television series of GMA 7 had citizens slamming its alleged copycat version of a western movie. Although Norse Mythology is a public domain, Marvel fans are quick to point out the similarities between GMA’s ‘Victor Magtanggol’ and Marvel’s Thor.
Reality is a construct by society and at best all we can achieve is a collective objective observation.
Dear Asst. Prof. Darwin Rungduin,
Congratulations to the grad-waiting students! You are weeks away to donning that hard-earned cap and toga and accepting the diploma. College is a blissful, albeit sometimes unkempt, time in our lives. But if college is like the golden high noon sun, life after college is the clouds that roll in the sunset, making everything dim and gloomy.
I sat across a group of panelists in May 2016 before I even started writing my own column on this paper. As I sit there hoping to land a position in The LANCE Editorial Board, I asked myself, “how good am I going to be?” and “how good do I need to be?”
It is ten o’clock in the morning, my father’s record of Erik Satie’s Gymnopédie No. 1 plays downstairs, my conscience nags me for drinking coffee after I promised to abstain from it a month ago, and I am wearing my favorite Bart Simpson shirt. My room suffocates me with the fascinating traps of nostalgia that haunts me better than it ever did before.
For far too long, the online landscape has been scourged by the presence of (and pardon the hackneyed, overwrought term) FAKE NEWS. To put it very bluntly, the mere mention of the term renders me nauseous, as I’m sure it does you, too, if only for the reason that people make too often the erroneous conflation between ‘fake news’ and satirical commentary, the latter of which I have, too obviously, an affinity for.
Grief has become something that I no longer try to fix because, with time, I’ve grown to understand that it never goes away. You just learn to live with it.
I’ve been writing here on this side of The LANCE for two years as if I know things – like I got things figured out. The truth is, just like most of you, I’m still on the verge of stitching my pieces together.
From start to finish, God knows how many times I told myself to give up. “Ayoko na” has always been the catchphrase, sometimes, with profanities included. And thank God, even with breakdowns, I made it to the end.