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    VERDENG

    The official publication of DLSU Alumni Association, DLSU-D Chapter, Inc. No article from this publication may be reproduced without the written permission obtained from the Editorial Board and Staff. Verdeng Verde has its office located at the ground floor of the Severino de las Alas Hall, DLSU-D, Tel. No. (046) 416- 4531 loc. 3036. Contributors may send their articles to [email protected] Editors have the right to edit the articles for publication.

    DLSAA DLSU-D Chapter, Inc. Board of Trustees 2004-2006

    EXECUTIVE OFFICERS Dr. Alvin D. Crudo, President Mr. Nathaniel S. Golla, Vice President Ms. Joy S. Parohinog, Secretary Mr. Deodoro E. Abiog II, Treasurer Mr. Joseph J. Dinglasan, Auditor Mr. Rommel G. Sanchez, Ex-officio Dr. Olivia M. Legaspi, Board Member Dr. Jonathan E. Gatchalian, Board Member Mr. Neil M. Villanueva, Board Member Dr. Nieves G. Servida, Board Member Mr. Peter Joseph L. Fauni, Board Member

    COLLEGE REPRESENTATIVES Mr. Wilson R. Jacinto, GSEAS Ms. Rosalinda C. Legaspi, GSB Dr. Bernadette R. Daplas, CNM Mr. Adriano M. Herrera, CRT Ms. Rowena D. Mercado, CSA Mr. Joel D. Espedido, COE Ms. Alrien F. Dausan, CLE Ms. Annaliza B. Cavite, CET Mr. Joel G. Refuerzo, CLA Dr. Rosello D. Rudas, COS Mr. Gerardo C. Sergio III, CBA Mr. Jose D. Restrivera, CBA Ms. Wiziel B. Filipino, CIH

    Verdeng Verde E D I T O R I A L B O A R D

    Nathaniel S. Golla, Editor in Chief Sernan S.A. Donacao, Managing Editor Ma. Marissa I. Golla, Copydesk Editor Walter Castillo, Copydesk Editor

    Writers Victor Immanuel Cuarto Rio Ramos Ethel Protomartir Randy Calderon Marthy Angue MJ Morales

    Poet Allan Rosarda

    Staff Allan Pacifico Beth Borjal MJ Morales

    Layout Artist Jay Allan Francisco

    IN THIS ISSUE opinion________________________ Noche Buena... 3 Unleashed: Persistence of Memory... 4 Leaving Lasalle... 5 Ako, Lagi na lang Ako... 6 Journey... 23

    features _______________________ Greening the Roots... 7 Alumni Tulungan Center... 8 The Man of the Hour... 10

    news__________________________ B.O.T. Election... 11 CSOAA initiates MLM program... 11 Association to Honor Outstanding Alumni... 12

    miscellaneous __________________ Alumni Benefits... DLSAA DLSU-D Committees... 14 Available Yearbooks... 15 Financial Statement & Program and Activities... 24 ATC Volunteer Form... 25 Alumni Awards Form 2005... 26

    literary_________________________ Mga bunga ng di mapakaling diwa... 27 Panitikan ng rebolusyong 1896... 28

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    VERDE

    OPINION

    NATHANIEL S. GOLLA advocatus angelus

    “If you woke up this morning with more health than illness,you are more blessed than the million who won’t survive the week.

    If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 20 million people around the world.

    If you attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than almost three billion people in the world.

    If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.

    If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

    If your parents are still married and alive, you are very rare.

    If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

    If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all.

    You are so blessed in ways you may never even know.”

    Kung meron mang isang pagdiriwang sa buong taon na talaga namang pinakahihintay ng lahat, ito na siguro ang Kapaskuhan. Naalala ko noong araw kahit hindi kami gaanong nakakariwasa sa buhay nakukuha pa ng mga magulang ko na maghanda ng kaunti.Tuwang tuwa ako kapag tumutulong ako sa aking ama kapag kami’y nag iihaw (Limitado ang aking partisipasyon sa pagpapaypay ng iniihaw).Bagaman hindi ako gaanong mahilig sa mga tradisyunal na litson, menudo, at mechado ikinaliligaya ko na rin kapag nakikita kong sarap na sarap ang mga panauhin sa niluto ng aking ina. Iniisip ko lagi na sana pag Pasko pwedeng maghanda ng sinampalukang ayungin, daing na bangus, at ensaladang mangga.Lalong masarap ang tsibugan kung may kasabay na kamatis at sibuyas. Ito ang pagkain para sa akin. Imbes na tsokolate ang panghimagas mas tipo ko ang bibingka sa kanto. Ewan ko ba, siguro ganun lang talaga akong pinalaki ng magulang ko: sanay sa simpleng buhay, basta masaya at magkakasama. Syempre, kapag Pasko nariyan din ang bigayan ng regalo at pera. Sa mga may maraming ninong at ninang, ito’y nangangahulugan ng malaking koleksyon. Idagdag pa ang gabi gabing kita mula sa karoling. Hindi ko ito nagawa sapagkat mahigpit ang tagubilin ng

    Noche Buena: Sinampalukang Ayungin, Daing na Bangus, at Ensaladang Mangga

    magulang ko na ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagiging ninong at ninang ay pagiging mga pangalawang magulang. Nariyan sila upang magpayo at mag-aruga, hindi upang magbigay ng pera. Tama nga sila. Ito rin ang ipapamana ko sa aking mga anak. Masaya ang Pasko. Pati nga dating magkakaaway ay nagkakasundo sa pagsapit ng Pasko. Doon nga sa amin bote lang ng gin ang katapat ng Pasko. Masayang masaya ang Pasko! Lubos nga tayong pinagpala, subalit, paano naman ang higit na nakakaraming wala man lang maisubo sa araw araw? Paano mo sasabihin sa kanila na masarap mag-noche buena?Paano naman ang mga walang masilungan?Paano mo maipapaliwanag ang kahulugan ng belen?Paano naman ang mga bata na ulila sa mga magulang? Paano mo ikakatwiran na masaya ang Pasko kapiling ang mga estranghero? Paano ang mga may sakit?Paano mo sasabihing sana araw-raw ay maging Pasko?Paano magiging maligaya ang Pasko para sa kanila? Hindi ko nilalayon na maging malungkot ang Pasko para sa mga mambabasa ko. Hindi ko rin hinihingi na kaawaan ang mga nabanggit ko. Nag-iisip lang ako na sana maalala natin sila, na sana mabigyan natin sila ng panahon. Hindi lang basta tira-tira sa hapag kainan kundi pagkalinga at pagmamahal.Walang henyo dito sa mundo ang makakapagpaliwanag kung bakit may paghihirap at pagdurusa sa mundo. Maraming mga nagtangkang magpaliwanag pero hindi ako sumasang- ayon. Lalo na kung ang nagpapaliwanag ay isang aral sa teyorya at doktrina na hindi man lang nakaranas ng pighati. Subalit, naniniwala ako na ang lahat ay may dahilan. Yumayakap ako sa panukala ni Philip

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    VERDENG

    OPINION

    MARTHY ANGUE OMNISKRIBA

    It is, for better or for worse, man’s lot to forget.

    Seconds fade within hours… days are forgotten within months… entire years, even…

    So it is with life – most of it will, at one point in time or another, will seem to have never happened. Perhaps it could be said that a one’s age should not be measured according to how many years one has lived through but, rather, how much of life one can remember. After all, a year lost to memory hardly counts as being part of one’s life.

    Perhaps it could also be said that the self is but a quilt of memories. Tear a patch off and we tear a part of ourselves. What we are, in many, many ways, are basically who we remember ourselves to be.

    I am not so much of a charlatan to say that I remember much of the twenty odd years I supposedly lived through between this writing and my birth. I wouldn’t even go so far as to say that I

    c a n r e m e m b e r what I ate for lunch last T u e s d a y . Then again, there are t h o s e m e m o r i e s that endure the ravages of time – some like a c h e r i s h e d momento and some like a

    Unleashed: Persistence of Memory

    parasitic leech sucking precious lifeblood from a gaping wound in the flesh. Either way, they endure because they are so much a part of me that loosing them will be tantamount to some sort of psychological identity suicide.

    As anybody who has had the pleasure (masochistic or otherwise) of gracing the hollowed halls of De La Salle University Dasmariñas could profess, University life is in no great shortage of memories. Between its fair share of deep-seated psychological scars and triumphant euphoria, it should come to no surprise that glimpses of the University be the last lapses of memory before total senility sets in.

    Without uncertain terms nor motives to curry anybody’s favor do I say that my College life (all four years of it) was the happiest span of time I’ve had the chance to be tortured under. True enough, there were times when I would rather seal myself in a corrugated cardboard box and mail myself to Dubai but, in hindsight, I couldn’t imagine myself being anywhere else. Cliché as it might sound, it’s really inevitable for someone to fully appreciate something after its gone.

    Then again, some may even have the chance to avoid losing everything, if not anything at all. For all the wideness of this enormous Earth of ours, there are some of us who chose to stay behind. Some of us, so it goes, were meant to remember.

    While our motto has been changed from “Excellence built on Tradition” to something a bit longer and less catchy, the words should nonetheless ring true for all of us. While progress depends strictly on new ideas and innovations, it

    is tradition that keeps the structure from collapsing on itself.

    It hasn’t been too long since I graduated. Not right now when I’m writing this, at least. A few months ago, I was still scouring the campus down to bring my grades up to passing levels. A few months later and

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