Angkas is (Not Really) Back

Posted on October 13, 2018

Commuters rejoice! Angkas is back to operate (at least for the time being).

Keeping the light radiant

Posted on October 09, 2018

Before Colegio de San de Juan de Letran reach its quadricentennial on 2020, it has now produced a first placer in a board examinations – a first since its establishment in 1620.

We're Playing It Wrong

Posted on September 10, 2018

In order to succeed, we must kill the heroes in us.

Not a Lost Cause

Posted on September 10, 2018

It’s sad to wake up in the morning to see how much of a mess our dear Philippines has become.

Where Did We Go?

Posted on September 05, 2018

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.

The World is an Unjust Place

Posted on September 05, 2018

Reality is a construct by society and at best all we can achieve is a collective objective observation.

EDITORIAL: An open letter to the CLAS dean

Posted on August 30, 2018

Dear Asst. Prof. Darwin Rungduin,

EDITORIAL: Post-PICC: A slap of reality

Posted on April 10, 2018

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.

Riding the wave

Posted on April 10, 2018

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?”

Not from my Diary

Posted on April 10, 2018

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.

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