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OPTICS / FLEDGLINGS THE QUANTUM ACADEMY Painting Wings A Yolanda Special by: Keziah Acharon L ike a paintbrush straying from a hue of the darkest red to the palest blue, from the color of the sunrise to the color of the sunset - the atmospheric mood in Leyte quickly danced adrift from the happiest mood to utter destruction. Homes knocked down, livelihoods wrecked, and innocent lives taken. How are we to take back the lives captured? How are we to rebuild the homes swept by the terrible typhoon? But most importantly, how are we to rekindle the once jubilant souls of the victims struck by the typhoon? We can’t take back the lives seized by the wreckage. We can’t rebuild the homes to how they used to be - but what we can do is to smile for them even when we’re not asked to, to impart a hug when hope has seemed to walk out their doors, and to assure them that everything’s going to piece together someday. We must come hand in hand to pick up debris by debris, chunk by chunk, and to lend a hand to the fallen. Let’s come together as a nation and paint the wings of our hopeless brothers and sisters. Let’s encourage them in every way, direct them in the right direction, and persuade them to continue tracking the path to a different day. It does not end when the fire starts. It does not end when all crumbles. It does not end when our wings are scrapped off. Life goes on, and so do we. 10 I OPTICS / FLEDGLINGS 2014 Against the Slap by: Keziah Acharon The despair and hopelessness I felt at that time is still vividly haunting me up to this day. I had nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. Because how would I supposed to hide from a monster that would not stop until it took someone’s life? Floating on rapid-fire waves, I struggled to take control of myself. The wind puffed, gusted, and blew even harder and we strived to battle the rage - but it was no match. The strong roar of the air was obviously too powerful to triumph over. It wasn’t a game, not at all. But it seemed like one. It was us against the slap and it was slap after the other - and it was a game not meant for us to win. I felt that even if H