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In the light of Mike Enriquez' outburst on GMA News tonight, I urge you all to please, please, please protect our journalists. There's a reason why during wartime, and during Martial Law, it's always crucial that communications and news outlets are shut down first. This is because journalists write the truth, and the truth is never what oppressors want the masses to see. They want the people to stay blind, spreading fake news and false hope and propaganda too shiny for anyone to  see the cracks. They want the people to stay quiet, removing all voices of the opposition through military interrogation and murder. They want the people to stay complacent, satisfied with what little they have and too scared to ask for anything more. But a journalist is none of those things; instead, he is restless, tenacious, and brave. Journalists breed revolution: against Spain, we had La Solidaridad; against America, we had La Independencia, El Heraldo de la Revolucion, and El Renacimien

You’ve seen a meme, right? All of you have probably, most definitely, seen a meme if you’ve been using the internet at all for the past fifteen years. You probably know what it looks like: a funny picture, some text, and maybe some emojis. Memes are everywhere. From using them to make a funny post, to talk with your friends, to make jokes; memes are used everyday, for everything. But have you ever thought to question why? The truth is, memes have become a very important part of how we communicate nowadays, and even help develop language as a whole. Today, we’re gonna talk about one of the greatest cultural impacts that our generation has ever, and will ever, have: what they are, what we’re doing with them, and what they’re doing to us. So, what exactly are memes? Let’s start with the definition of a meme : g enerally, a meme is defined as something that is widely spread online on social media. Richard Dawkins, who came up with the word in the first place, or

It was something I had never truly admitted to anyone, but even though I was a sure win for class valedictorian and a variety of other accolades, I found myself growing emptier and more apathetic about my life with each passing day.   Nothing was exciting or motivational for me anymore, and I spent much of my free time roaming around the school grounds alone while everybody else had class.   When I expressed my frustration at my sudden disinterest in anything that surrounded me one afternoon, saying that I didn’t want to be me anymore, my journalism coach simply told me that other people would die to have the life I’ve had; and I had to look down and bite my lip to stop myself from saying I think I’d die by having the life I’ve had. There was no single moment in which I decided that I would be moving to Iloilo; it was a simple tightness in my heart that increased every day, beating to the rhythm of I want out, I want out, I don’t want to be here anymore until I simply couldn’t