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𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮!

𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮! 🌸🌱

As biology students, we often learn about distinctions between XY and XX chromosomes— of what makes a female a female. However, the deliberation of what makes woman a 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 is something that people took notice of but never really discussed. With the rise of different loud perceptions, a woman is often defined solely by biological markers— a mother, someone with XX chromosomes, a va**na, or the ability become pregnant— everything except acknowledging a woman who identifies herself as one.

In today’s rapidly changing world, progressive perspectives and growing awareness of identity are what anchor our humanity in society. I am a woman because I identify myself as one. Some might dismiss out of arrogance or ignorance but they cannot take away the drive of a woman to be one and to be so much more. Women do not exist to satisfy someone else’s definition, either you respect the way they put out themselves as sentient beings that sets us apart from animals or be an animal. For those who cannot acknowledge, watch in silence as women continue to flourish and lead.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀! 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎
𝘣𝘺 𝘝𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳

I sat beside him under the old oak tree, feeling the warmth of his shoulder brush against mine, as if it carried its own quiet gravity. Above us, the sky stretched endlessly in streaks of gold, amber, and fading crimson. The air carried that soft, late-afternoon stillness—the kind that makes everything feel suspended, like time itself had decided to slow down for us.

For years, I had been good at pretending not to notice things.

“Dumduman mo sang 2020?” I asked, breaking the silence.

He laughed softly. “Sang gachat ko saimo tapos ginaseen mo lang ko?”

I tried to look offended, but my smile betrayed me. “Seryoso ka, tanan mo nga chat ML gid ya?”

But behind the teasing was something deeper—something we both remembered clearly.

FLASHBACK...

It started with a simple notification.

“Hi, good eve… gahampang ka ML?”

I remember staring at the screen longer than necessary. I reread the message, not because it was profound, but because it felt unexpected. No one usually messaged me that late unless it was about homework. And then I ignored it.

Not out of cruelty. Not even annoyance.

I was in the middle of a novel—lost in fictional worlds where love stories were dramatic and intense, where confessions happened under the rain and timing was always perfect. Real life felt too ordinary compared to that.

Another buzz.

“Hi, good eve… kakaon kana?”

Typical, I thought.

I smiled faintly but left it on seen again. At that time, I believed I had priorities—grades, goals,future plans. I didn’t want distractions. I didn’t want emotional complications. I had seen too many stories of girls losing focus because of feelings they didn’t fully understand.

So I chose distance.

What I didn’t realize was that distance doesn’t stop something from growing. Sometimes it just makes it quieter.

A year later, during the awarding ceremony for honor students, I stood inside a hall that smelled of disinfectant and fresh printouts. The pandemic had changed everything—faces were half-hidden behind masks, applause sounded muted, celebrations felt careful instead of joyful.

Somewhere across the hall, a boy smiled and waved.I looked past him. To me, he was just another student in uniform.

I didn’t know he had recognized me immediately. I didn’t know he had hesitated, unsure if he should approach. We stood only a few meters apart—close in distance, far in awareness.

When face-to-face classes slowly returned, fate arranged another meeting. We weren’t in the same classroom, but somehow we ended up in the same school club. Meetings meant long afternoons of planning, organizing, and working in groups.

We spoke when necessary.

“Pwede paki-hatag sang paper?”
“May kulang pa di nga detail.”
“Okay na ni.”
"Tawag ka ni Sir, may need pa daw nga e-edit"
"Diin ang gunting kag construction papers?"

Neutral. Polite. Safe.

But then came the message that shifted something.

A photo of me during a club activity.It wasn’t anything inappropriate—just a casual shot—but I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

“Abawwwwwwwwww.”

My heart skipped—not dramatically, just slightly enough for me to notice.

“E-delete mo na or sumbagon taka bwas?” I typed quickly.

When he didn’t respond right away, I added, “Tani madanlog, madasma, kag madunlan ka bwas.”

It was playful. Defensive. Familiar. Then I left him on seen again. I told myself I was still protecting my peace. Still choosing focus over feelings.

But small things began to change.

I started noticing how he carried chairs without being asked. How he stayed behind to clean up after meetings. How he listened more than he spoke. He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t showy.He was steady.

Later, he told me things I never knew—how he had asked about me during vaccination days, how he recognized me instantly at the awarding ceremony, how he had liked me long before I considered him more than a name on my notification screen.

He waited. Not dramatically. Not impatiently.Just steadily.

PRESENT

“You always took your time,” he said now, smiling at the memory.

“I had to be sure,” I replied softly.

“Sure of what?”, he said while looking at me.

“That you weren’t just another message.”

The wind brushed past us, carrying the faint scent of grass and evening air. The world felt wider somehow, like the horizon had stretched to give our story more space.

He nudged me lightly. “Someday, I want a life nga simple but gatravel kita. Work anay ta, then ma save up.No rush. No pressure. Just building something together.”

“Paano na, madoctor pa ko?” I teased.

“Mahulat ko,” he answered gently. “Not just by words. By actions.”

And that’s when I understood. All those years—ignored chats, delayed replies, silent glances across crowded rooms— they weren’t wasted moments.

They were preparation. I thought I was protecting myself back then.Afraid that caring too early would mean losing focus.Afraid that feelings would complicate dreams I wasn’t ready to compromise.

But love, I realized, isn’t always a distraction. Sometimes, it becomes the quiet support system behind your goals. Sometimes, it’s the person who reminds you to rest.

Who celebrates your small victories.
Who doesn’t compete with your dreams—but walks beside them.
No fireworks.
No dramatic confession.
No cinematic music playing in the background.

Just two people who almost missed each other— now choosing not to.

The loud moments in life will fade.
Big achievements will come and go.
But I think I’ll always remember the small things—
the simple “Hi, good eve…” messages,
the teasing threats,
the patience behind every unread notification.
Our story was never written in bold letters.
It was written softly, patiently, in the quiet spaces of ordinary days.

Between the lines.
And this time—
I’m finally reading it.

🫧🪽🤍

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀, 𝙍𝙀𝙂𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎
𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘦777

For love to spark restless nights
An ember of hope needs to ignite
A faith to determine intended fates
And trust that chooses you in any state

Every letter of love that lingers
Speaks the truth of the heart—fonders
The spaces in between that yearns
Goes wary but stays for years

It heals, understands, and grows
It can be fast or takes time to show
It might not always go with the flow
But at the end, like the waves, it reaches you

🌊🌕🪷

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙆
𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘢

Is silence truly the answer,
a refuge dressed as power?
I stand here asking what to do
if quiet is the only path left through.

And if in the end my chances fade,
will all this hurt be worth the price I’ve paid?
If I bare my heart and risk it all,
will the sacrifices catch me or let me fall?

🔖🌼✨

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏
𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘢

I can’t explain myself, it’s true,
I feel so empty without you.
You’re the only one who makes me safe,
The calm I find, the peace I crave.

I know I don’t have the right,
But I think you’re my light.
You burn in ways I can’t rewrite,
And fade my world when you’re out of sight.

🕊🍃🌟

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐
𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘷𝘩𝘦𝘳

You're shining like a diamond,
Your smile makes my problems fade away.
You're like a tree I can lean on,
Protecting me from the burning light of day.

Being together, day by day,
Has made our hearts collide.
Having you right by my side
Makes me the luckiest man alive.

You're the light within my darkness,
The calm within my storm.
Creating not just love,
But memories warm and long.

You leave me no choice but to love you
With every beat of my heart.
Having each other is enough for life—
We never need to be apart.

You and I, together always,
Whatever comes, we’ll face it right.
Our love will last forever—
You and me, for life.

💎💫💞

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙈𝙔 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎
𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘺

I wish you could see yourself like I do
You’re so special, so beautiful, it’s all true
You make my life feel light, like a perfect dream
I never want to wake up, not even for a single thing

When I say I love you, I mean every word
You’re the best gift I’ve ever had in this world
You’re part of me, no matter how far apart we are
I’ll always hold you close, right here in my heart

Even with miles between us, I feel warm each day
Your messages? your stories? they chase the grey away
You see all of me, the good parts and when I’m a mess
Your love fits me just right, it makes me feel blessed

When I’m down and things feel heavy and dark
Your voice wraps around me, like a soft, warm spark
You notice when I’m quiet, you know what I need
Your care makes me feel safe, you’re all I’ll ever need

You bring back my smile when I thought it was gone
Telling some silly jokes, or just letting me be when I've done something wrong.
Your heart is so open, so true and so kind
Putting me first makes my whole world shine

Every little thing about you, all that makes you, you.
Pulls me closer each day, I love every part of you
In a world where love can be quick and fade fast
Ours is real and deep, it will always last

💞💌💐

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃-𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒
𝘣𝘺 𝘑. 𝘊. 𝘓.

High on the mountain where the iron bells ring,
Dwelt a golden-haired prince, the son of a king.
He threw down his scepter, he broke his own seal,
For a love that the cold stone of courts could not feel.

He walked from the gates while the banners were furled,
To marry a girl from the edge of the world.
She danced in the ruins of halls long forgot,
Where the ivy is thick and the sunlight is not.

He gave up his kingdom to sleep on the floor,
Of a queen who remembered the throne she once wore.
Her hair was of briar, her eyes were of peat,
With the dust of a thousand dead kings on her feet.

They called her a wildling, a girl of the mud,
But the moss on her fingers was stained with blue blood.
For the dirt where she stood was the heart of the mound,
Where a crown made of willow lay deep underground.

She danced in the ruins of halls long forgot,
Where the ivy is thick and the sunlight is not.
He gave up his kingdom to sleep on the floor,
Of a queen who remembered the throne she once wore.

He traded his silk for a coat of grey wool,
To follow a ghost and a heart that was full.
But the mountains are hungry, the winters are long,
And the "New World" he fled sent a cold, iron song.

His father’s dark riders came down through the pass,
To find the lost prince in the waist-high grass.
They found them at dawn where the great stones are piled,
The prince in his armor, the girl of the wild.

The iron met willow, the steel met the bone,
And the red of their hearts stained the ancient grey stone.
He died for a title he’d long since cast down,
She died for the earth that was once her own crown.

Now the wind whistles low through the arches of old,
Of a love that was bought and a life that was sold.
They lie in the hollow, they sleep in the clay,
While the ghosts of the kingdom come out there to play.

They’re dancing together,
In the ruins of halls.
Dancing in a ghostly ball.

💃🕺👑

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗼𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 | #𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉
𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘦777

As small as our cells could get
Love takes no shape nor form
It does not boast nor upset
Hearts beats beyond norms

Love sees beauty in everything
All hurdles and pain bears nothing
If love chooses you—
For the longest time, it stays true

For a love to begin
Feel the rhythms within
Embrace the warmth of the heart
Believe in your brain's art

🌱🫀🧠

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻—𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮! 💞🌏

Today, February 14, 2026, as we share the joy of love with one another, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒐𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒆 presents #𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 💌—a showcase of literary pieces written by our talented and passionate WIT Biology students. Stay tuned as we fill this space with love~ 🫶💐

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚, 𝑩𝒊𝒐𝒇𝒂𝒎! 💕

The photos say it all— 𝟲𝟮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲: memories made, fun had, moments captured! 📸✨

𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙉𝙞ñ𝙖! 📷🌟

Today, we celebrate not only your birthday but also the sharp mind and fearless heart you bring to our team. Your words inspire, your wit sparks joy, and your intelligence drives BioScope forward—always with a touch of charm that makes everything brighter. May you continue to grow, shine, and conquer new heights. Wishing you a truly wonderful birthday!💚

With love and care,
The BioScope