LEAN: A FILIPINO MUSICAL SYNOPSIS Lean: A Filipino Musical is about the events in the life of Lean Alejandro, a student leader and activist from the University of the Philippines Diliman. He was a member of the Philippine Collegian, where he frequently wrote against the Marcos dictatorship. He eventually became the chairperson of the College of Arts and Sciences Student Council. The story is about the students of UP who bravely fought against martial law. Mr. Tim, with his right-hand woman Jojo, is the representation of all power and authority that governs people in a close-minded way. The activist groups that fought them were primarily lead by Lean with the help of his friends Noli, Edward, Bobby, and Ka Tanny. Lean eventually meets Lidy, an intellectual socialist who often had debates with him in the middle of their efforts. Their relationship bloomed despite the struggles of fighting for the revolution. Amid Ninoy getting killed and Cory Aquino gaining renown, Lean gets unjustly imp...
The Covid pandemic made us do a lot of things differently. From the way we work to our daily activities, it has affected us in more ways than we ever imagined. As a person who enjoyed staying in, it did not feel like there was much of a difference. At least, that is what I told myself. As each day passed, I thought, this isn’t so bad . Until a week turned into a month, and the month turned into three, and staying indoors with only my family to talk to really ate away at my mental health. Full disclosure, I am diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder 2, and I am not ashamed of it. Having a mental illness in the time of pandemic was a real challenge for me. I only had myself, and being alone for a prolonged period really made me think and reflect on my life. My therapist told me that the cause of my problem is low self-esteem. People who know me would raise their eyebrows. “Eir? Low self-esteem? She’s like one of the most confident people I know!” "She's l...
/ˈfɛʁnveː/ The ache of missing somewhere you’ve never gone to. It was warm. It was the sort of physical warmth that you felt whenever you drank a cup of hot cocoa on a cold December night amongst friends and loved ones. It was sweet, and it felt like home. I mean, not that I would know. I never really liked hot cocoa. I’ve always liked the taste of black coffee more. It’s strong and straight to the point. That is what home feels like to me, but when she’s wrapped around my arms and when her back touches my chest, I question myself if black coffee is really what I want my home to feel like. Growing up, I never really knew what it truly felt like to have an actual home. What I knew about it is simply from a mixture of observation, stories, and books. I lost my parents and my older brother at a young age. It was a freak accident, they say. One night after my older brother’s piano concert, they were driving home, and a drunken truck driver hit them like a bowling ball. Both my parents died...
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