Monday, January 20

Tag: Perspectives

Neu Roses: Continuing Conversations

Neu Roses: Continuing Conversations

Perspectives
IT HAS been a year since the Department of Health officially launched a national hotline that will provide help to people with mental health concerns. The project is called HOPELINE, a 24/7 crisis support hotline for depression and suicide prevention. People behind the phone are trained by professional psychiatrists and psychologists who have undergone intensive training to answer callers in times of need. However, I have encountered many stories circulating in social networking sites, reporting the hotline as inattentive. One user stated that the line becomes busy in the early hours of the morning, while another claimed that her responder hung up the phone when she was crying so hard she could not speak. These were only some of the reports that Twitter users raised against the HOPELINE...
On Lack of Discourse on Certain Things

On Lack of Discourse on Certain Things

Perspectives
THE TRAIN stops at my station and I move along with the crowd that walked like zombies. But I forgive them; it was a long day after all. The streets around Tayuman station is always busy even at night. Vendors who sell goods are littering the streets, and stores are open, welcoming people in. It is a long walk on the way to the jeepney station that I’m supposed to ride to our apartment, but this is the norm so I’m used to it. But nothing is supposed to be normal that night. It was unnerving to see the business going as usual. It was unnerving to see people walking as if nothing happened. It was frightening to see that everything was normal when just last night, a man was shot dead in front of a gasoline station near the jeepneys I’m supposed to ride home. His blood that pooled around hi
Synesthesia

Synesthesia

Perspectives
IT FEELS surreal to finally be writing a column for the Flame. And not just any column, but a farewell. It’s that moment that tells me: Yes! I’m finally leaving. Don’t get me wrong. I love UST, and I love the Flame. But unlike most who become melancholic at the thought of leaving behind the alma mater, I look forward to the moment with joy. Surely, we must have known that our college life would eventually end somewhere. Mine must end here. Four years ago, I would have never believed it if someone had told me that I would eventually become who I am today—Art Director, for one. When I first took the qualifying exams for the Flame, I was so nervous and disoriented that I woke up late and forgot to bring art materials—not even a pen! I ended up borrowing a pencil from the writer beside m