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THE OFFICIAL STUDENT MAGAZINE OF THE AKLAN STATE UNIVERSITY-COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL TECHNOLOGY
BEYOND
Be inspired by the story of
Aye, a girl who amidst the
adversities of life, became
successful in her own field
MALINAOExplore and experience
Aklan’s budding tourism
gemstone!
Magnificent
PASSION
ADVOCACY
REDEFINEDRead the story behind this
publication’s cover.
HUMANISM
PLUSOPINIONS
FEATURESDISCOVER
STUDENT TIPSTOP PICKS
INBOXSHORT STORIES
PROSE AND POETRYCOMICS
WRITERS’ BLOCK
WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
PHOTO BY Kay-Ann M. Lopez, BSCE 1B
OF HumanThe picture of innocence defines the
early pages of our life stories. And as
we venture for our rightful place under
the sun, our innate innocence ebbs
down until its last vestige dissolves.
NOTEEDITOR’S
JOLLY E. LAURIANO
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
HUMANITY IN SPECTRUMMuch has been said about humans.
Bundles of theories were carried out by
those people who have the seemingly
boundless breadth of thought. Each of
them offers suggestion as to ameliorate
the already degrading values of the
most noble and rational race in the
animal planet, the HUMAN RACE. As
the digital age takes its break, the
scope of human intelligence widened,
but the morale that we have becomes
poorer in contrary.
The first semester issue of The Aklan
Tradesman magazine aims to take you
to a depth of reflection as to how
you've been doing as a human. With
the many issues confronting humanity,
one question arises, "Are you much of
being human or being literally
animalistic?"
More to the theme we have
conceptualized, we also bring to you
the hidden majesty of nature through
our Tourism Section, inspiring life story
through our Profile Section, and many
more that will surely entertain, educate
and inspire you.
So just flip the pages if you esteem your
reading pleasure!
26MAGNIFICENT
MALINAO
30DISCOVER
SECTION
23HUMANISM
REDEFINEDPASSION BEYOND
ADVOCACY24
PASSION BEYOND
Ka
KlasengAnong
?ISINULAT NI
Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B
Sa paglipas ng panahon, nag-iiba ang ating
kapaligiran, ang mundong ating ginagalawan
ay tila patuloy na nagbabago. Isang
pagbabagong nagbigay ng malaking
impluwensiya sa tao. Impluwensiya. Oo ito
nga.
Pansinin ninyo ang takbo ng ating mundo sa
ngayon, ano nga ba ang mga problemang
kinakaharap ng bawat bansa? Paano nga
ba mamuhay ang mga tao sa iba’t-ibang
dako sa gitna ng mga problemang ito? Yan
ang katanungang gusto kung iwan sa inyo, na
siyang magbubukas ng inyong kyuryusidad sa
usapang makatao. Tunay nga na hindi natin
maipagkakaila ang mga nangyayaring
sakuna at mga delubyong dumarating. Sa
halip magtulungan ang iba ay nagiging
makasarili pa. Sa mga aksidenteng
nangyayari, at mga krimeng laganap sa iba’t-
ibang sulok, sino ang dapat sisihin sa mga ito?
Sa pagkakawatak-watak, patayan, at alitan
na iilan lamang sa hindi mabilang na laman
ng pahayagan?
Samakatuwid, ang sentro ay tao, ang siyang
pinagmulan ng lahat ng ito. Ang siyang may
gawa sa mga bagay-bagay na hindi naayon
sa tunay na isipan at asal ng tao. Bakit kaya
may ilan na nagagawang ipahamak ang
kanilang kapwa? Na kailangang mas higit siya
kaysa sa iba? Bakit kailangang manlamang?
Bakit pa niya kailangang gumawa ng
masamang hakbang para siya ay umunlad
lamang? At paano kaya niya natitis na
makitang nagdurusa ang iba habang siya ay
nagtatamasa ng kasiyahan? Naisip na ba
natin ito? Maraming katanungan ang
kumikiliti sa isipan ko na tanging tayo lamang
sa ating mga sarili ang makakasagot. Na tayo
lamang ang may alam sa bunga ng ating kilos
at gawa. Dahil tayo ang magdedesisyon sa
mga bagay-bagay kung makasasama ba o
makabubuti para sa ating sarili at para sa iba.
Bagkus ay may ilan din naman na tumutulong
lang para sa hinahangad na kapalit. Ang
pamumulitika na nga lang ang isang
halimbawa, na ginagamit pa ang
impluwensiya nila sa mga ordinaryong
mamayan para sila’y iboto lamang. Mahirap
mang magkomento pero ito ang nakikita ko
sa ngayon. Laganap na ang pang-aabuso at
katiwalian hindi lang sa gobyerno kundi sa
bawat isa sa atin. Ipagpalagay nalang natin
kung hindi man sa kabuuan, maging sa ating
pang-araw-araw na buhay sa komunidad,
bilang anak, estudyante o lider man na
maturingan, at higit sa lahat ay bilang isang
TAO, ano na ba ang nagawa mo? Anong
bang klaseng pag-uugali ang ipinamamalas
mo? Wag sanang kakalimutan na tayong
lahat ay pantay-pantay. Liban na lamang sa
estado ngunit tayo’y tao parin na nagsisikap
na mabuhay sa mundo. Mayroong dignidad,
may pinaglalaban, may pinapahalagahan,
prinsipyo at iba’t-ibang pangarap na
ipinupursige para maabot ang pinakatuktok
nito. Ang nais ko lamang na iparating ay
maging mapagmasid sana tayo sa ating kilos
at lalo na rin sa mga pananalita na
nakakaapekto ng higit sa iba. Igalang natin
ang iba sa kanilang mga opinyon, at uri ng
katayuan sa buhay gaya ng gusto nating
mangyari sa ating mga sarili. Kumbaga,
nasasaatin din kung paano tayo itrato ng mga
nakapaligid sa atin.
Datapwa’t sa ating mga kamay pa rin
nakasalalay ang kahahantungan ng ating
kinabukasan. Sa layong tayo’y may
determinasyon at pagpapahalaga sa mga
kanya-kanyang responsibilidad na nakaatang
sa atin at sa mga oras na ating ginugugol para
sa ika-uunlad ng ating mga gawa. Pero alam
kong hindi rin natin ito makakayang lahat sa
sariling lakas lamang. Wag sana nating
kalimutan ang Siyang nagbibigay sa atin ng
ibayong gabay at sigla para malampasan
ang mga pagsubok at mabuhay na merong
ngiti sa ating mga labi. Ang ialay sa Kanya
ang mga tagumpay at kapighatiang ating
naranasan sa ating patuloy na paglalakbay.
Dahil alam ko na walang imposible sa ating
mga pangarap at minimithi ng ating puso
kung tayo’y may pananalig at pag-asa dahil
sa Kanya. Sa ating Diyos.
Ngayon masasabi ko na ito ang tunay na
pagiging makatao, na hindi lang nakatuon sa
kanya-kanyang buhay ngunit pati na rin sa
buhay espiritwal na magdadala sa atin sa
buhay na walang bahid ng anumang
kaguluhan. Ngayon, kung ikaw ang
tatanungin, “Anong klaseng tao ka?”
BUHAY
MGA
ISINULAT NI Ann D. Mangilaya, BSEd 4A
NG
PAIT•ASIM•TAMIS
Walang buhay na perpekto. Lahat aymay depekto. May pagkukulang,pamimintas at mga di kanais-nais namga bagay na dumarating sa buhay namaaaring sumubok sa ating pagkatao.Sa kabilang dako, may mga bagay rinnaman na nagiging rason ng atingkalakasan gaya ng pagmamahal,inspirasyon at mga pangarap na atingkinakapitan. Huwag nating hayaangmalugmok tayo sa matitinding hagupitng mga pagsubok sa ating buhay.
Sa pagmulat pa lang ng ating mgamata, nakahain na ang realidad ngbuhay. Magkahalong pait, asim at tamis,ayaw man natin o sa hindi, kailangannating matikman ito upang tayo’ymabuhay. Ito ay mga sangkap sa atingbuhay na singhalaga ng pagkaingnagbibigay lakas, sustansiya atbumubusog sa ating pagkatao.
Una, nariyan ang pait sa ating buhay.Pilit man natin itong iwasan, kailangannating lunukin at tiisin ang hindi kaaya-ayang lasa nito. Pagsubok, bagyo, sakitat kabiguan ang siyang mgapangunahing sangkap na lumilikha onagdudulot ng pait sa buhay ng mgatao. Nariyan ang kaba, lungkot at takotsa pagtikim ng mapapait na sangkap.May iiyak, matatakot, mayroonghandang magtiis at aasang mauubosdin ang pait ngunit mayroon ding susukoat aayaw at nanaisin na lang na itigil naang laban sa kanilang pang-araw-arawna buhay.
Pangalawa ay ang asim. Ito ‘yong mgabagay na nagpapakilig sa atin. Isa nariyan ang pagkakaroon ng paghanga saisang tao, pagkagusto o pag-ibig. Ito aynagbibigay kiliti sa atin at kadalasan,pikit-matang ninanamnam ang asim.Kaya marahil sinasabing bulag ang pag-ibig dahil nagpapadaig tayo sa kilig at
sensasyong naidudulot nito.
Huli ma’y ito naman angpinakamasarap, pinakapaborito atpinakahinahanap-hanap na sangkap.Ang tamis. Tagumpay, kaginhawaan,kapayapaan o katahimikan ay ang mgapangunahing sangkap na tumitimpla satamis ng buhay. Masasayang halakhak,puno ng pag-asa at higit sa lahat,pagiging kuntento ang atingnararamdaman kapag matatamis naang nakahain sa ating buhay.
Ang mga sangkap na ito ang siyangnagbibigay kulay sa ating buhay. Ditomasusubok ang tatag at tapang ngisang tao kung paano niya tatanggapinang mga nakahaing pagkain ng buhay.Lahat ito ay konektado. Hindi momabibigyang halaga o hustisya kungano ang mga matatamis na nakahain saiyo kapag hindi mo pa natikman angmga mapapait. At bilang pantanggalng umay, nariyan ang maaasim,kumbaga, pampagana sa atingpagkain. S’yempre, hindi rin mawawalaang mga taong nakakasalamuha mo.Sila y’ung mga taong maaaring titinginlamang, tatawa at sasabihing hindi mokaya o maaari rin namang sila angtutulong, maniniwalang kaya mo,magiging katuwang at buong pusongsasalo sa mga pagkaing sangkap ngbuhay.
Higit sa lahat, huwag kalimutan angmagpasalamat sa ating PoongMaykapal na Siyang nagplano,nagtimpla at naghain sa mga sangkapna ito. Hindi Siya magbibigay ng hindinatin kaya. Hindi Siya nagbibigay ngsangkap na kulang sa sustansiya.
For an IT, we define the term program as
a set of instructions performed by a
computer. This cannot be changed or
altered but it completely depends on the
user which is us, the humans. How about
for the humans? Our instructions also
came from us it may either be a
command or request. Although these
instructions both need humans to process
some things, these are entirely different in
other ways. Can you imagine if a
program will be applicable for humans?
Nowadays I often see a computerized
human. In just a simple social group
where most of them agreed to have a
common decision but there are few of
them who are not in favour, for they think
it is wrong. But what will they do? They
will just sit down and say that they also
agree even though they don’t. In an
institution, when the officials say that this
is the exact amount to be paid,
everyone is paying a certain amount
unknowing where each single peso
goes. Does it bother you that you are
required to pay the exact amount but
you can’t even see any
improvement at all?
These are just a few examples of how
humans are transforming like a
computer. Incidents where each has
his own users to follow. It is as if we
were programmed or designed to follow
what they want to happen. If we’ll think
deeply, we are not supposed to be
ignoring these situations. Most of us
always think that when everyone has a
common decision, it is also the right thing
for us. But always keep in your mind that
the majority is not always correct. Who
knows, you might be the key to change.
It is right to follow instructions but we must
deeply analyze if we are following what is
right. That is why God gave us our brain
to think, tongue to speak for ourselves
and a body for us to act. Now, think
about this. Are you of a computer of
someone or a person of your own self?
HUMANCOMPUTERIZED
B E I N GWORDS BY Emmanuel Luis F. Magtoto, BS Info. Tech. 2A
Straight to the point: Criticism builds, bashing destroys.
Subjective to what was given, an opinion really does
matter. It creates a humble representation of what
should be developed or changed. Opinions that pass
meticulous process of evaluation and rational
judgment are those which we could call, criticism.
Criticism is build by dignifying the one being subjected
to the opinion in where the betterment of the subject is
the prime measurement of the soundness of the
opinion itself.
Basis by basis, a good critic develops solid arguments,
positive or negative, in which he measures the dignity
of his words by the solidity of his supporting facts. The
critic does not teach an individual how to act more
correctly by punishment of unintelligent words and
unspecific reasoning, more than that, he gives the
individual some well chosen words of which he could
reflect and enact by his own will to change. A good
critic therefore is the one who creates possible solution
for his subject to comprehend and critically test them;
and the one who sees that the change must be done
because it is needed.
Bashing, the antithesis of criticism, develops a negative
form of reinforcement. It is developed on an unstable
ground, primarily for the sake of uplifting the judgment
of the one who gives the opinion. It never centers on
the importance of the subject but diverts its conditions
to what are stated and written. It creates no sense and
is completely irrational. It gives no space for correction
and puts the subject on a position which he (the
basher), as the one who thinks omnipotent to his
subject’s personality and being. The basher, on his lack
of sound arguments is the one who creates a multi-
tude of ground for prejudice, stereotyping and most
of all, stratification, and yet he feels proper and right.
Directly or indirectly, he punishes his subject by giving
overly generalized reactions. As a whole, a basher
makes conflict rather than reasons.
Bashing never creates solution. It is more likely to
lead to what psychologists call, “criticism trap.” In
which the one who is being criticized, instead of
developing assertive changes, develops an increase
in the frequency of his immoral or wrong actions and
behavior.
To the bashers, be reasonable. If opinion struck, then
be defensive for inappropriate and illogical arguments.
Never punish a person as a whole, specify a behavior
and focus on that to be changed. If bashing becomes
uncontrollable, then seek help. Medicine could provide
explanations (compulsive bashing was reported to be
connected with some psychological disorders).
“We need criticism to keep us awake. It makes us see
our weaknesses so that we may correct them,” so said
by Dr. Jose P. Rizal. Criticize for the uprightness and
betterment of each other. Refrain from bashing. Be
productive. Dwell to produce good results. After all,
we, humans are built not to subvert each other, but to
build each other’s being.
CRITICISM
BASHINGA CHALLENGE TO THE OPINIONATEDWORDS BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
V E R S U S
sa pinakapunta it imong mga siki ag kungmakapalibat hay bongga gid-ana, kat
madya manamii gid-a baea eukaron ro
anang mata.
May una mat-a nga sobra gid a kuno ngarelihiyoso ag relihiyosa gali pagsueod sa
simbahan hay hala man ra inistorya sa anang
kaiping ag magbinantay sa hueag it iba agitsismis dayon sa anang kaibahan pagguwa.
Masubo man nga isipon nga makaruyon ro
batasan it iba natong mga isigkatawo
ugaling hay ruyon gid abi ro kamatuuran,nga bukon it tanan nga tawong atong
nasusumaeang hay ginapakita ro anangminatuod nga batasan bangud ro iba kanda
hay nagapanago malang sa likod it isaeang
ka manami ag maanyag nga maskara.
Ugaling maskin may mga tawo nganagapakuno-kuno manlang hay may una
man gihapon nga manami mat-a ro
batasan, kat tawo nga puydi mo ngamasaligan ag indi ka pag aywanan maskin
kun ikaw hay sa tunga it kadueom, kasuboag kapipit-an.
MASKARAGINSUEAT NI Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A
“Ro batasan it isaeang ka tawo hay indi momakit-an sa primirong tueok mo eamang
kana, ro minatuod nga imaw hay imo
eamang nga masayran kung imo eon imawnga nakaibahan.”
Sa kaabu-abo it tawo nga atong hasusub-
eang sa adlaw-adlaw natong
pagpangabuhi iya sa ibabaw it kalibutan,indi naton masayran kun ano gid man baea
ro minatuod nanda nga batasan. May unaabi nga mga tawo nga kun kaatubang mo
hay matsa anghel gid-ana “kuno” gali
pagtalikod hay gasaeanga ta gali ro anangsungay. May una pa ngani karon nga kun
makahambae hay madya kung sin-o gid-anga perpekto, mas eabaw pa ngane ro
kaeain it anang batasan kumpara sa ana
nga gin hambaean.
May mga mga tawo man nga ea-um mo gidkung sin-ong kagwapahan kung makapuna it
mga kakueangang pisikal it iba, matsa uwa
man kuno it hin-aga. Uwa gid a anay nandanaisipa nga kung uwa it maeaw-ay hay uwa
man it ginatawag nga gwapo ag gwapa.May una pagid nga kung makatueok mat-a
hay halin gid sa alipungto it imong ueo hasta
Impatience, one of the common feelings that
people nowadays experience. For instance,
you’re waiting for your turn in the cashier of a
grocery store, for you it feels like forever, but
the truth is, you are only standing there for a
good five minutes. Another scenario, you
need to photocopy some urgent files and
there are bunch of other people in the line,
you think the photocopier is so slow in doing
his job but the thing is you only been there for
a minute. With your growing impatience, you
are also battling with the negative emotions
you have towards yourself for your growing
annoyance.
There are people who couldn’t chill and relax
for a couple of minutes without getting
incomprehensively bored. And that’s the
group most of humanity belongs. Several
studies and articles have been complaining
about humans growing lack of attention
span. One infographic reported that our
attention spans have dropped from 12
minutes to five. Another study claims that
from 12 seconds in 2000 our attention span
dropped to eight seconds in 2013—or a
second shorter than that of a gold fish.
People living in cities and doing jobs are
always in motion. Go there, go here, do this
and do that, and they are doing their tasks in
high speed. If they don’t do it quickly, they
might lose their customers, clients and
investors. People nowadays will go for a
better and faster quality service.
The world is moving faster and faster these
days and it will not wait for you, so you better
keep up with its pace. Waiting is definitely
boring and useless particularly if you cannot
gain profit from it.
But the thing is, if you valued what made you
wait, then, you should wait. You might miss
out a heck of other things you could do but if
you could get the thing you treasure the most,
then the time you wasted waiting is worth it.
Patience is still one of the best characteristics
a person could have.
WORDS BY Allyn T. Artates, BSCE 3
WHY WAITING IS HARD? feature
Life is short, live it fairly. Your existencewould be useless if you don’t handlelife wisely. Always put in your mind thatthere is no external life in this mortalworld, so enjoy life in the way that youcould treasure good memories andnot waste precious moments andopportunities in your existence.
As you live day by day, be wiseenough in making decisions for life issaid to be your choice. Make sure thatevery single choice that you make willbring you to a better situation and willresult to a better you.
When you want to enjoy, make surethat as you feel happiness andenjoyment, you also feel safe andsecure for the things that mighthappen to you later. Regret is the onlyand worst feeling that you could everfeel when you’re already tied to thesituation.
Make decisions fairly and engage tosituations that have good, enough andcontrollable effects after you suitedyourself in the said situation.
Do necessary things that will make youenjoy your everyday life as if there is nomore tomorrow and the sun will neverrise again.
Live young, not wild but free. Life is justa matter of “brevity and balance”!
WORDS BY Yeza Cristel Bulahan, BS Info. Tech. 1D
BREVITYBALANCE&
When someone tells you, “You look fabulous with
your get up!” or utters a subtle line like, “You’re
adorable as Maja Salvador today!” how will you
convey your reaction? Will you raise your
eyebrows in disbelief because it’s not true at all?
Or you simply let out an obviously fake laughter
and blurt lines like, “You’re a great joker, aren’t
you?” or “Sorry, I don’t have a peso in my
pocket.”
It’s quite funny how some of us take compliments
from others. We tend to act oddly when
recognized of our asset which is roughly improper.
While some of us are taking it for good, some are
being arrogant when praised for their
achievements or fertile effort. Some are
exceedingly humble that they confess their flaws
and imperfections when given a compliment.
Others are taking it ironically by perceiving such
as an honest insult, a satire or a mere hypocrisy.
But what is a compliment anyway?
Mr. Webster defines it as an expression of praise
and admiration. Apparently, it is acceptable to
grant a person with a compliment for a job well
done, for an awe-inspiring success or plainly for a
splendid physical attribute.
For now, let us tackle this subject within the
spectrum of physical aspect. Take this for
instance…
Boy 1: Hey Dude! You appear to be noticeably
attractive today. What’s your secret?
Boy 2: Ah, my secret? This is simply the result of my
desperate effort. As you can see, I’m having a
great physique. I have just afforded a program at
a high-end gym which I paid for 150,000 pesos. I
also got my face and skin glowing and fair. I spent
65,000 pesos for this and I regularly visit a
dermatologist for further treatment.
It’s truly irritating how in the world that there are
those who become overconfident when given a
compliment. They fail to rightly behave and
respond to such a kind of stimulus. People of this
species are being prevalent in this planet.
WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
YOU’RE PRETTY AWESOME!
Take this another relevant instance…
Girl 1: Hey Honey! You got me stunned by your
outfit. It’s remarkably amazing!
Girl 2: Huh! You might be kidding there! For all you
know, I bought this silvery green stiletto at the
cheap ukay-ukay and it’s worth 79 pesos. This
glittery pink dress that I’m wearing is 25 pesos. Plus,
I’m having a bloated stomach and a dead nail
on my index finger. Now tell me, how can I be so
stunning in your sight?
The above conversation is of hilarious nature and
somehow, it’s also irritating. Do you think it’s really
necessary to reveal your worst blemish or weak
spot just to handle the situation? The way Girl 2
behaves is practically illogical.
The instances given may sound hyperbolic on
your ears but at some point, these bear a trace of
undeniable reality. A compliment is made mainly
to inspire or boost self-esteem and not the other
way around. It works marvel comparable to that
of an endorphin which makes someone feel
euphoric. How we take it perhaps distort its innate
worth in relation to our existence.
Wouldn’t it be happier if we just say “Thank you!”
when others recognize something praiseworthy in
us? Then couple it with a vivid and dashing smile.
Surely, there’s not a glitch to cross our way when
we follow this equally decent and wholesome
advice.
It does truly make sense when a person takes
compliment rightly and in a considerate manner.
Others may give insincere praises that can spoil its
perceived essence but oh well it’s primarily their
concern and not yours. At least, you know for sure
that you violate no article or section stipulated in
the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Now, if someone gives applause for your fine and
impressive bearing, will you act the proper way or
the other creepy and peculiar ways?
feature
Breaking lightly the concept of COMPLIMENT.DON’T YOU KNOW THAT?
education
8 tips from memory researchers
STUDYSMARTER, LEARNBETTERBY Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2
With or without study habits has been a problem
for students like me. I, myself, have no study habits
since I was in kinder until now that I’m in college. I
prefer reading novels over textbooks. I prefer
writing stories than reading lecture notes.
obviously, I prefer surfing the net, as you can see
in this article, than staying in the library.
The way most students study makes no sense.
That's the conclusion of Washington University in
St. Louis psychologists Henry Roediger and Mark
McDaniel — who've spent a combined 80 years
studying learning and memory, and recently
encapsulated their findings with novelist Peter
Brown in the book Make It Stick: The Science of
Successful Learning.
The majority of students study by re-reading notes
and textbooks but the psychologists' research,
both in lab experiments and of actual students in
classes, shows this is a terrible way to learn
material. Using active learning strategies — like
flashcards, diagramming, and quizzing yourself —
are much more effective, as spacing out studying
over time and mixing different topics together.
McDaniel recently spoke about the eight key tips
he'd share with students and teachers from his
body of research.
1) Don't just re-read your notes
and readings"We know from surveys that a majority of students,
when they study, they typically re-read
assignments and notes. Most students say this is
their number one go-to strategy.
"We know, however, from a lot of research, that
this kind of repetitive recycling of information is not
a good way to learn or create more permanent
memories. Our studies of Washington University
students, for instance, show that when they re-
read a textbook chapter, they have absolutely no
improvement in learning over those who just read
it once.
"On your first reading
of something, you
extract a lot of
understanding. But
when you do the
second reading, you
read with a sense of 'I
know this, I know this.'
So basically, you're not
processing it deeply,
or picking more out of
it. Often, the re-
reading is cursory —
and it’s insidious,
because this gives you the illusion that you know
the material very well, when in fact there are
gaps.“
2) Ask yourself lots of questions"One good technique to use instead is to read
once, then quiz yourself, either using questions at
the back of a textbook chapter, or making up
your own questions. Retrieving that information is
what actually produces more robust learning and
memory.
“Even when you can't retrieve it — when you get
the questions wrong — it gives you an accurate
diagnostic on what you don't know, and this tells
you what you should go back and study. This
helps guide your studying more effectively.
shipbuilders, and learn to
navigate the seas. It
doesn't always have to be why — you can ask
how, or what.
"In asking these questions, you're trying to explain,
and in doing this, you create a better
"Asking questions also
helps you understand
more deeply. Say you're
learning about world
history, and how ancient
Rome and Greece were
trading partners. Stop and
ask yourself why they
became trading partners.
Why did they become
understanding, which leads to better memory
and learning. Instead of reading and skimming,
stop and ask yourself things to make yourself
understand the material.“
3) Connect new information to
something you already know"Another strategy is, during a second reading, try
relating the principles in the text to something you
already know about. Relate new information to
prior information for better learning.
"One example is if you were learning about how
the neuron transmits electricity. One of the things
we know is that, if you have a fatty sheath
surround the neuron, called a myelin sheath, it
helps the neuron transmit electricity more quickly.
4) Draw out the information in a
visual form"A great strategy is making diagrams, or visual
models, or flowcharts. In a beginning psychology
course, you could diagram the flow of classical
conditioning. Surely, you can read about classical
conditioning, but to truly understand it and be
able to write down and describe the different
aspects of it on a test later on — condition,
stimulus, and so on — it's a good idea to see if you
can put it in a flowchart.
5) Use flashcards"Flashcards are another good way of doing this.
One key to using them is actually re-testing
yourself on the ones you got right.
"A lot of students will answer the question on a
flashcard, and take it out of the deck if they get it
right. But it turns out this isn't a good idea
"It's not that repetition as a whole is bad. It's that
mindless repetition is bad.“
6) Don't cram — schedule your
studies"A lot of students cram — they wait until the last
minute, Then in one evening, they repeat the
information again and again. But research shows
that this isn't good for long term memory. It may
allow you to do okay on that test the next day,
but on the final, you won't retain as much
information, and then the next year, when you
need the information for the next level course, it
won't be there.
Practice a little bit one
day, then put your
flashcards away, then take them out the next
day, then two days later. Study after study shows
that spacing is really important.“
7) Teachers should space out and
mix up their lessons too"Our book also has information for teachers; Our
educational system tends to promote massed
presentation of information as well.
"So you could liken this,
say, to water running
through a hose. The
water runs quickly
through it, but if you
puncture the hose, it's
going to leak, and you
won't get the same
flow. And that's
essentially what
happens when we age
— the myelin sheaths
break down, and
transmissions become
slower.“
"Anything that creates
active learning-
generating
understanding on your
own-is very effective in
retention. It basically
means the learner
needs to become
more involved and
more engaged, and
less passive.“
— repeating the act of
memory retrieval is
important. Studies show
that keeping the
correct item in the deck
and encountering it
again is useful. You
might want to practice
the incorrect items a
little more, but
repeated exposure to
the ones you get right is
important too.
"This often happens in
statistics. Students
come back for the
next year, and it
seems like they've
forgotten everything,
because they
crammed for their
tests. The better idea is
to space repetition.
need to use. And you can't learn how to dothat unless you have experience dealing with amix of different types of problems, anddiagnosing which requires which type ofapproach.“
8) There's no such thing as a
"math person""There's some really interesting work by Carol
Dweck at Stanford. She's shown that students
tend to have one of two mindsets about learning.
"One is a fixed learning model. It says, 'I have a
certain amount of talent for this topic — say,
chemistry or physics — and I'll do well until I hit
that limit. Past that, it's too hard for me, and I'm
not going to do well.' The other mindset is a
growth mindset. It says that learning involves using
effective strategies, putting aside time to do the
work, and engaging in the process, all of which
help you gradually increase your capacity for a
topic.
"So for teachers, the lesson is that if you can talk
to students and suggest that a growth mindset
really is the more accurate model — and it is —
then students tend to be more open to trying new
strategies, sticking with the course, and working in
ways that are going to promote learning. Ability,
intelligence, and learning have to do with how
you approach it — working smarter, we like to
say."
SOURCE: Stramberg, J.(2014). Study smarter, learn better: 8
tips from memory reasearchers. Retrieved June 24, 2014 from
http://www.vox.com/2014/6/24/5824192/study-smarter-learn-
better-8-tips-from-memory-researchers
"In a typical college course, you cover one
topic one day, then on the second day, another
topic, then on the third day, another topic. This is
massed presentation. You never go back and
recycle or reconsider the material.
"But the key, for teachers, is to put the material
back in front of a student days or weeks later.
There are several ways they can do this. At
Washington University, there are some instructors
who give weekly quizzes, and used to just put
material from that week's classes on the quiz.
Now, they're bringing back more material from
two to three weeks ago. One psychology lecturer
explicitly takes time, during each lecture, to bring
back material from days or weeks beforehand.
problems are on T-tests. But it was found that
sprinkling in questions on stuff that was covered
two or three weeks ago is really good for
retention.
"And this can be built into the content of lessons
themselves. Let's say you're taking an art history
class. When you took it, you learned about
Gauguin, then you saw lots of his paintings, then
you moved on to Matisse, and saw lots of
paintings by him.” Students and instructors both
think that this is a good way of learning the
painting styles of these different artists.
"But experimental studies show that's not the case
at all.” It's better to give students an example of
one artist, then move to another, then another,
then recycle back around. That interspersing, or
mixing, produces much better learning that can
be transferred to paintings you haven't seen —
letting students accurately identify the creators of
paintings, say, on a test.
“This works for all sorts of problems. Let's go back
to statistics. In upper level classes, and the real
world, you're not going to be told what sort of
statistical problem you're encountering — you're
going to have to figure out the method you
This can be done in
homework too. It's
typical, in statistics
courses, to give
homework in which all
of the problems are all
in the same category.
After correlations are
taught, a student's
homework, say, is
problem after problem
on correlation. Then
the next week, T-Tests
are taught, and all the
"It turns out that the
mindsets predict how
well students end up
doing. Students with
growth mindsets tend
to stick with it, tend to
persevere in the face
of difficulty, and tend
to be successful in
challenging classes.
Students with the fixed
mindset tend not to.
health
Do you have a phone? You probably say
yes. You usually keep them in your pockets,
bags and sometimes attached it with your
lanyard and necklace it at around your
neck.
According to the study of Peter Evans as of
2013, there are 106, 897, 098 mobile phones
in the Philippines compared to 94, 013, 200
Filipino people.
But have you gotten to the point that you
could not survive a day without browsing
your phone? Where you could not make a
single a text or a single call would make you
feel like there is a big part missing in your
life?
In 2012, study shows that losing your phone
and being disconnected to it at an
extended period of time could cause panic.
SIDEeffects ofMOBILEPHONES
BY Allyn T. Artates, BSCE 3
Whether it is Samsung, Apple, Nokia, Sony
Erickson, Lenovo, LG, Cherry Mobile,
MyPhone or even “China phone,” as long
as you have one, you are prone to have
nomophobia.
Nomophobia is the fear of being out of
mobile phone contact. The term is an
abbreviation for "no-mobile-phone
phobia". It causes physical side effects such
as panic attack, shortness of breath,
dizziness, trembling, sweating, accelerated
heart rate, chest pain and nausea.
To find out if you’re nomophobic, refer to
the chart at the side that is after you turn
off the small device your holding right now.
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It was just an ordinary time of day when the sun disappears
below the Western horizon. As usual, I am sitting beside this little
boy, just as the same as my 12-year-old age and happened to
be my childhood best friend. His name was Jim. He is a fair
skinned and thin-bodied boy with curly black hair and brown
eyes. We always use to sit here every afternoon watching the
sunset and be amazed by the soft light in the sky after the
setting of the sun. Maybe it was just the exact reason why I and
Jim are vaguely acquainted; we love the twilight.
As I stare at the marvelous art of nature in the sky, I felt
something warm above my hand. I looked down and saw Jim’s
hand holding my hand. I looked at him with young curiosity
then looked down again to his hand holding mine.
Suddenly, I felt something. Something I never felt before when
Jim used to hold and drag my hand to go or do something. I
felt nervous. I felt shy. A mixed emotion. After a while, Jim,
staring at my eyes, pulled out something on his pocket. A
necklace. A silver necklace with dazzling and brilliant orange
pendant.
“This is for you Yna. I saw this necklace in a jewelry shop last
year when we had a vacation in Palawan. Someone told me
that this is a powerful charm. It’s magical. I kept it because I
want it to give it to you on the right time. And that time is now. I
like its color. It’s like the orange soft sky of twilight which we
always love to see. I want you to keep this and promise me to
take care of it while I’m gone. I’ll see it again someday when
we meet again. Goodbye, Yna.”
After he said those words, he put the necklace on my neck
then left me there sitting, tears falling down my eyes. It’s like
those words just got out of nowhere.
Days, months, and years passed but until now, I still don’t have
any whereabouts of Jim and his family except that as what I
have heard, they migrated in Palawan eight years ago.
Yes, I still have it. I never lost it. It has sentimental value to me.
It’s like my world was turning around this necklace, full of hope
that the power of this magical necklace will find a way so that I
and Jim will meet again.
One day, I was going shopping and thought that maybe it
would be better if I just put my necklace inside my carrying
bag, safe from snatchers or hold-uppers because I will be
commuting this time for my car is on repair.
As I glanced inside the mall, I really enjoyed looking at the new
arrival shirts in the Penshoppe’s women section. I had three
large paper bags and looked really weary in carrying it. I sure
did shopped a lot!
Then I went home. As I put my paper bags on the sofa, I almost
broke down and hyperventilated when I realized that
something is missing.
My carrying bag! My necklace!
I immediately dialed the police landline number and rushed to
the police station. I talked to the taxi driver but he told me
WORDS BY Yeza Crystael G. Bulahan, BS Info. Tech 1D
The Twilight Necklacethat maybe other passengers found it.
Oh no! This is not happening! My credit cards, my phone, my
IDs, my money, MY NECKLACE!
I am crying hard hard when suddenly, the police telephone
rang.
“Hello? Is Ms. Yna Villareal there? Please let me talk to her. I’m
the one who found her bag.”
“Hello? Oh please! Give me back my necklace. You can have
everything in my bag, my money, my credit cards, everything!
Just give me back my necklace”.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of person. In fact, I’m giving you
back everything. Meet me at Pastrana Park by sunset
tomorrow. And oh, you can bring police assistance for security.”
It’s 4:30 p.m. I fixed myself. I’m all set. I’m ready even though
there’s something in my mind saying that it could be a set up or
a hostage taking but whatever it is, I must go get back my
necklace.
It’s sunset. As I arrived at Pastrana Park, I looked up the
gorgeous sky filled with illuminated orange light and again,
thought and remembered Jim. Each passing day, as I look up
the sky every sunset, there is only one person that comes into
my mind. I love Jim. I don’t know why or how. He’s only my
childhood best friend but I really do love him. And eventhough
it’s quite impossible, there’s something inside my heart saying
that I’ll see him again someday.
I looked around then I felt something weird. The place is
beautifully decorated with orange and sunset yellow motif
decorations. I noticed some heart shaped decors and flowery
curtain on the benches but what really caught my attention
was the pictures hanging in the pavilion of the park. Those were
pictures of Jim and me on our childhood days. My heart started
pounding so fast then suddenly, a handsome, curly-haired
creature glanced in front of me holding my necklace.
“I looked for you everywhere. I thought I’ll never see you again.
Now that I found you, I’ll never let you go again. I love you Yna.
Ever since we were a child, I love you. Please tell me you love
me too.”
Love is to have a strong affection and be strongly inclined to
something or someone. But as for me, love is a nature or
attribute of a human being and a part of existence.
I don’t know how to react and what to say. I’m in the middle of
nowhere and stuck standing in my place staring at Jim’s eyes. I
still don’t understand what was going on right now. I can’t talk.
My tears just continued pouring down.
After realizing everything, I hugged Jim tightly. So tight like I
won’t let him go anymore, because if I don’t, I’ll lose him all
over again. I whispered on his ears and said the most romantic
“I Love You” I ever said in my whole life and promised myself
that I’ll never lose him again anymore. And also my Twilight
Necklace.
profileshort story
NotebookBy Johna I. Roberto, BSEd 4A
I write my own love story
In this notebook full of secrecy
The love story of happiness
And a time of loneliness
Love of my life,
That I can’t refute
He loves me, he always whispers
I love you too, I answer
He hugs me when I’m cold
He kisses me when I’m sad
Love that can only be find,
Only to the one that can define
On this love story
Only the two of us will say sorry,
Because of love and faith,
That we gave to each other
In the end of this
Please don’t feel so mess
I love you that much
No one can define it how much.
Anatomy of a ManBy Wilfred G. Briones, BSIT 1C
I am tempted to feast,
To always hunger but to never be full.
I am gluttonous.
I am tempted to obtain,
To have more riches, but to never spend it.
I am greedy.
I am tempted to slumber,
To rest when others do not, to sleep when others are not.
I am a sloth.
I am tempted to love,
To always want your skin to caress mine, to always taste you.
I am lustful.
I am proud,
To boast of my greatness, to live for reputation only.
I am conceited
I am tempted with violence,
To live by the code of vengeance, to long for a fight.
I am a being of wrath.
I am tempted with self-pity,
To want what others have, to yearn for what I cannot
obtain.
I am envious.
I am imperfect; I am an embodiment of sin
And I am tempted,
I am Human.
The Fear in NothingBy Wilfred G. Briones, BSIT 1C
In places where no light would venture
Where it dwells, where it dwells.
On the deepest corners of one’s mind
Where it dwells, where it dwells.
An embodiment of nothing,
Its emptiness would be the root of our fears,
Evil thoughts nurtured in its void,
Nightmares created in its wake.
At dusk it grows,
Like a beast that devours and consumes,
With a thirst that never quenches,
And a hunger that never stops.
At dawn its master comes,
To tame its child, forever cursed--
Because where light is present
Darkness retreats but never vanquished.
PretentiousBy Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4
I hate it when I cry, it ruins my face;
Mascara tears I weep, my lashes are now dry;
Don’t kiss me, you'll ruin it;
My baby pink lipstick painted on like a doll;
My designer shades cover up my green eyes;
My heels so high, I don’t even care;
My hair curled to perfection, you envy it I know;
Take a picture baby, that’s the first and last time;
I air smack you, I love you so much;
I pass you, I can’t quite remember your name;
If you were important I should have;
I bask on my French perfume;
It covers up how rotten I am inside;
KahaeagahanNi Johna Roberto, BSEd 4A
Batyag ko wa man ako it haeaga kimoAber hambaeon mo palangga mo ako
Ginapabatyag mo man gihapon nga wa ako it importansya kimo
Masakit man isipon pero raya ro kamatuoran kimo
Euha nga wa mo nakita kung paano nagtueo halin sang mataSakit nga nabatyagan it ang tagipusuon nga ikaw do rason.
Wa mo ra tanan nakita dahil masyado nga busy ing kabuhi sa iba
Nga ako pirmi una kimo ga suporta sa tanan mo nga naubra, wa mo gid nakita.
Aber pasaeamat eang kunta wa ko gid nabatian kimoPalangga mo ako kung owa eon do mga tawo nga una pirmi
kimoKunta mag effort ka man aber sangkiri
Para mabatyagan ko ag makita nga may haeaga man ako kimo
Para sa tawong palangga ko, Kunta sa pilang adlaw makita na ag mabatyagan kung
paano ko imaw taw-an it haeagaAg maipabatyag naman kang ro ginatawag nga
pagpalangga
Palangga ta, kunta ako man palangga mo.
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poetry
ISINULAT NI Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2AHimigna hindi humihinto…”
Sa kanyang pag-awit, rinig ko ang mga hikbi at yun angnaging sanhi ng aking pag-iyak nung mga oras na yun. Tilakulang pa ang paghagulhol ng aking puso sa pagnanais namakita siya kahit konting oras lang, minuto o segundo.Nagpatuloy na ganoon ang sitwasyon naming dalawangunit patuloy rin akong lumalaban. Lumipas ang taon,nandito pa rin ako at walang nagbago sa nararamdamanko kahit pa sabihing isang kahangalan ang magmahal sakaniya at manatili sa kanyang alaala.
Gayunpaman, siguro nga’y mahirap ipagpatuloy angganoong klase ng pag-ibig. Hindi pa man kami nagkikitamuli ng personal, unti-unting lumabo ang sitwayon, tilaisang tubig sa mababaw na batis na unti- unting dinaluyanng putik na nanlabo ang lahat. Nawalan na siya ng oras,nawala ang komunikasyon, walang sagot sa mga tawag omensahe. Naghintay ako, walang dumating. May mgabalita galing sa kapatid niya na meron na siyang iba. Hindiako naniwala. Hanggang sa isang araw, nakatanggap akong mensahe galing mismo sa kanya. Mensaheng dumurogsa aking puso at pumatay sa himig ng aking pananaw sabuhay. Mensaheng nagsilbing kamatayan ng buhay nadulot niya simula ng araw na nagkatagpo kami ng landassa kabila ng milya-milyang distansiya.
“Busy ako kaya wala akong time na gumamit ng phone.Pinagtutuunan ko ng pansin ang pag-aaral ko,pagpasensyahan mo ako kung hindi man lang akonakapagpaalam sa’yo. Sorry talaga, hindi ko sinasadya.Mas mabuti pa nga siguro kung wala muna tayongkomunikasyon para hindi na kita nasasaktan pa, para hindimo maisip na pinapaasa kita, na naghihintay ka sa wala.Hindi ko intensyon na saktan ka, masakit man sabihin perokailangan. Gusto ko sanang kalimutan na lang natin yungfeelings natin para sa isa’t isa. Move on. Hayaan momunang buksan mo ang puso mo para magmahal ng iba.Bigyan mo ng pagkakataon yung iba para mahalin ka nglubos. Bagay na hindi ko pa kayang ipakita at iparamdamsa’yo sa ngayon. Hayaan mong punan nila ang mgapagkukulang ko. Hayaan na lang natin ang tadhana angsyang gumawa ng paraan kung paano tayo magkikitangmuli. Sana maging masaya ka. I hope we will see eachother again gha.”
N’ong nabasa ko ang mensaheng iyon, tila ako’y nabingisa sobrang katahimikan. Sa paglipas pa ng ilang segundo,naramdaman ko ang mainit na agos ng tubig sa akingmukha, narinig ko ang mahihinang hikbi na unti-untinglumakas. Narinig ko ang isang awit, awit na nagpahayagng pangarap na dinala ng hangin… nakita ko sa akingharapan ang isang unan na tila naging madilim na ulap…Rinig ko ang malalakas na iyak. At sa muling pagmulat ngaking mga mata, nawala ang himig at musika. Sa kwartongiyon, napagtanto kong ako lang pala mag-isa at ang lahatnang narinig ko’y ako rin lang pala.
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kwento
Nasa isang sulok ako ng aking silid. Ako ay nagmu-muni-muni, tulala sa hangin at malalim ang iniisip.Nakikita ko pa ang mga larawang nasa isang ka-hon at folder na naglalaman ng mga awiting pina-katago-tago ko sa loob ng dalawang taon. Sa pakikinig ngmusika sa aking cellphone, naalala ko na naman anglalakeng iyon. Naalala ko na naman ang lahat. Tila angawiting iyon ang nagsilbing ningas upang magbalik angaking ulirat. Doon ko naramdamang muli ang sakit ngpagkabigo. Sa bawat liriko ng awiting napakinggan ko saoras na iyon, nagbalik ang mga mapaglarong alaala.Alaalang nagbigay ng nagniningas na panlalamig nitongaking puso.
Buwan ng Setyembre…
Mula sa magulo kong classroom, napagdesisyunan kongpumunta sa isang kompyuteran upang hanapin ang isangbatang lalake na nanatili na lamang sa aking alaala sapaglipas ng panahon. Siya ang aking unang pag-ibig. Siyaay nakita ko sa wakas. Sa pamamagitan ng Facebook,nagsimula ang isang panibagong yugto ng buhay ko. Angmagmahal ng isang taong tila libo-libong milya ang layosa akin, isang taong nagmula sa aking nakaraan, isangtaong wala ng ibang naiwan sa akin kundi mga alaala atisang taong, kailanman ay hindi naging akin.
“Naalala mo pa ba ako?” yun ang huling linya na akingsinabi sa e-mail na pinadala ko sa kanya.
“Oo naman. Ikaw pa, makakalimutan ba naman kita?“,ang siyang naging sagot nya.
Naging masaya ako ng aking nalamang hindi naman palasiya nakalimot at doo’y nagkaroon ng panibagong siglaang buhay ko. Nagkaroon kami ng komunikasyon at sapagkakataong iyon, tuluyang nahulog ang loob ko sakanya. Gano’n din naman siya. Nagkahulugan nga kaming loob kahit pa malayo kami sa isa’t isa. Ngunitkailanma’y hindi ko siya nagawang sagutin dahil di kokaya. Alam ko kaseng malayo at mahirap. Isa pa,nakakatakot umasa dahil aminin man natin o sa hindi,anumang oras maaari niya akong iwanan.
Masaya pero masakit.Nagpapatuloy kahit mahirap. Angtakbo ng kwento naming dalawa ay tila naging isanggulong na dinadala ng ikot ng panahon. Meron dapatpatunguhan ngunit wala namang kasiguraduhan.
Pinuno niya ng musika at awitin ang buhay ko. Bawatliriko’y bumaon sa alaala ko. Sa bawat tawag, nandyanang isang awiting handa nyang awitin para sa akin.Minsan pa nga’y nagkaroon ng tampuhan, tumawag siya,kinantahan ako habang pinapatunog ang kaniyanggitara.
“Sorry na. Nakikinig ka ba? Malamang sawa ka na sa ugalikong ito na ayaw magpatalo at parang sirang tambutso
profilecoverstory
Call it a tone, color, tint, shade, tinge or hue.
In any way, human race is comprised of diverse and interconnected elements. This reality is mirrored in their
daily encounters with life. Different desires, emotions and visions rule their will to live and survive in search for
the true threshold of fulfillment. They fail and succeed; perspire and get rewarded; search and influence;
share and touch hearts.
In the truest sense, humans are spectral beings exuding colors of varied tones, going together in a quite
dramatic fashion.
ARTWORK BY Joestine Clyde V. Tolores, ASIT 1A
AS ADOPTED FROM AN ONLINE WEBSITE
PassionBEYOND
AdvocacyWORDS BY Aye Chan Aung and Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2
PHOTOS BY Aye Chan Aung
PROFILE
profileMy name is Aye Chan Aung. I was born
on the 6th February, 1991. My parents are
U Myint Aung and Dr. Than Nu who are a
mechanic and a doctor respectively. I
have got only one brother. We live in a
small peaceful town surrounded by
green pine trees, pink cherries and blue
mountains in Myanmar.
I had a happy family life until I was 5. In
1996, my parents divorced. Since then,
my mother has looked after me and my
brother. Due to the bitter feelings and
experiences of the broken family, I used
to be a timid and shy girl. What’s more, I
used to be pessimistic and rebellious.
Since I was born, my mother has noticed
that I had poor eyesight. I could not see
anything without the help of glasses. Until
I was in Grade Six (6), I had to wear thick
glasses for my daily routines including
studying. To prove that misfortunes never
come alone, the darkest days of my life
came to me again when I was ten. I had
to suffer severe Glaucoma and thus, I
had three major operations on both
eyes. Unfortunately, none of them were
successful and I lost my eyesight. Since
then, I have been a blind person.
When I lost my eyesight, I felt depressed
and thought that I could not lead a life
like other people. I even thought to
commit suicide very often. My brother
noticed that and encouraged me a lot.
He explained to me that I could use my
ears as my eyes. I was inspired by his
words and regained courage to turn
over a new leaf in my journey through
life.
As the first step after blindness, I tried to
continue my education. I learned
“Braille” at a blind school for two weeks.
Then, I attended Basic Education, Middle
School and High School in my town like
other none-disabled friends.
I used Braille to take note in the class and
audio devices to record the lessons. In
this way, I tried to catch up with other
students and passed every exam with
flying colours.
In 2006, I passed Matriculation exam
(University Entrance Exam) with three
distinctions in English, History and
Economics. I got the first prize in Arts in
the whole country. Moreover, I got a
golden opportunity to attend University
of Foreign Languages Mandalay (UFLM),
specializing in English, my favourite
subject.
When I was a first year student at UFLM,
my brother passed away unexpectedly
due to an accident. It was like a
nightmare for me and could not accept
his death at once. My heart was broken
into pieces and I felt as if my world had
been shattered. But, I recalled his
inspiring encouragements and felt
courageous again to live a meaningful
life. I have made a resolution to try my
best to be a strong person as he always
expected. Although he is no longer on
earth, he will always be in my heart.
Despite the painful feelings and
experiences, I managed to continue my
education at UFLM. Thanks to my
supportive mother, kind-hearted teachers
and helpful friends, I did well throughout
my University life and graduated on the
24th January, 2010. Although I was
qualified for Master’s degree, I could not
join UFLM for that degree due to some
personal reasons.
As soon as I graduated, I attended a
computer training by Shwe Min Tha
Foundation Myanmar (SMTF) which is for
persons with disabilities. From that
profile
PASSION BEYOND ADVOCACY 31
MagnificentMALINAOExplore and experience Aklan’s
budding tourism gemstone!
Marked with stunning splendor, famed for
its historical significance and noted for its
triumph in the international scene, this
bountiful municipality has certainly
got it all!
WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano and Herwin I. Antonino, BSEd 4A
The “kadang-kadang” or walking on stilts is
one of the events during the Fiesta sa
Malinao. PHOTO BY EARL MASANGKAY
AKLAN KAMERA ORG
Getting acquainted with the town
Acclaimed for its resplendent glamour,
Malinao is a fourth class municipality sited
in the western side of Aklan with a land
area of 186.01 km2. According to the
2010 census, it has a population of 24,108
people. It only takes a 30-minute ride
from Kalibo and a handful of money to
get there and literally bask on its alluring
spots.
Malinao is derived from the name of the
placid river that traverses the western
and southern portion of the area as it
empties into the Aklan River. At present,
the town is under the stewardship of Atty.
Wilbert Ariel I. Igoy.
Pascua sa Malinao: One of its kind
Malinaonons have a uniquely festive way
of celebrating Christmas season. Rooted
from their rich tradition, Pascua sa
Malinao is considered to be one of the
most awaited highlights in the town. It
also serves as an avenue for family
gathering. The celebration showcases the
spectacular presentation of the “bitoon”,
three huge stars that symbolize the three
wise men and “cometa” the more
adorned and bigger star that symbolizes
the beacon of the three wise men on
their way to “Belen” or manger, the very
place where Jesus Christ was born.
The remarkable Malinao Sto. Niňo Ati-
atihan Festival
Much as the enticing grandeur of the
town, it also boasts its grandest festivity of
the year; the Malinao Sto. Niňo Ati- atihan
Festival. It is celebrated to venerate the
child Jesus and strengthen religious
inclination of the devotees. Based on
accounts, the tradition started during the
incumbency of Rev. Fr. Juan Legaspi as
Parish Priest of Malinao. Ati-ati tribes
coming from different barangays show-
off with their flamboyant costumes to
accentuate the celebration’s festive
features and lead the cheerful “sadsad”
or street dancing.
Church of centennial age
One can take a sip of serenity in this
sacred spot. The Parish Church of St.
Joseph the Worker of Malinao
accommodates all the religious
endeavors of the town. The church has a
vivid touch of history as it was built on
1913.
Spiritual exercise at Fatima Hills
A place devoted to strengthen one’s
faith and bond with the Creator, Fatima
Hills is a spiritual sanctuary manned by
the group of nuns. It is also the abode of
the Penitent Sisters of Our Lady of Fatima,
an Aklanon religious congregation
recognized and approved by Bishop
Antonio Frondosa in 1959.
Relish on its remarkable Town Plaza
Situated in the very heart of the town,
Malinao Town Plaza functions as the
place for recreation and relaxation. With
an explicit accent of elegance, this
place can surely dispel one’s dullness
and distressing thoughts. The municipality
was once recognized and awarded for
its scenic town plaza.
Plunge on its replenishing falls
One can indulge in an exciting
escapade with nature as this
municipality houses several falls. One of
which is the popular Secret Falls
MAGNIFICENT MALINAO
tourism
situated in the serene locality of
San Roque. Revel on the native
freshness of water that seems to
dissolve monotony in one’s core.
Next in line is the Kipot Falls located in
the verdant place of Kinalangay Viejo.
Like Secret Falls, the apparent touch of
nature’s allure is set before one’s vision.
For those who would love to take total
adventure, this spot can be a top pick.
Home of greatness and heroism
In the context of history, Malinao has its
own distinct mark that has been
recognized and praised by Filipinos of
the past and present generations.
Through the heroism of Candido Iban,
the municipality enjoys a continuing
status of prominence. Iban is a
member of Andres Bonifacios’
Katipunan; an organization that made
enormous contribution for the
attainment of freedom from bondage
and social injustice in our country. As
quoted by Mayor Igoy, Katipunero
Candido Iban of barrio Lilo-an has
placed this humble town in the world
map with sweeping euphoria.
From all the sceneries and facts
featured, it is but fitting to dub the
municipality of Malinao as
“magnificent”. No question it has
captured genuine admiration from the
general public and its tourists in
particular.
If you simply want to thresh out those
cacophonic voices in your head and
relax in fascination because you wake
up on the wrong side of the bed,
certainly then, Malinao is the place!
References: Honorable Mayor Wilbert Ariel I.Igoy, LGU Malinao, Tourism Flyer of LGUMalinao, and en.Wikipedia.org
MALINAO AS THE BUDDING TOURISM
GEMSTONE OF AKLAN. The be all and tell
all of Malinao’s majestic wonders
discover
NATURE’S GEM
The mangrove forest as a preserved and
nurtured environment. (Bakhawan Eco-Park)
PHOTO BY JEMUEL B. GARCIA III, BSA 2
ARTWORK BY ANDREW P. ABAYON, ASIT 1A ARTWORK BY JULIUS R. ANTONIO, ASIT 1A
profiletraining, I learned how to use the
computer with the help of screen
reading software for the blind. Besides
this, I acquired the interest in disability
issue by participating in disability-related
activities of SMTF. Since then, I have
joined disability-related trainings
organized by disabled people
organizations as much as I can. I have
completed three disability-related
trainings so far: Independent Living
Training, Formation and Organizational
Development Training and 3rd National
Leadership Training for The Youth with
Disability.
After completing those trainings, I had to
face a barrier for employment again. I
wanted to work for a disabled people
organization. But, those organizations are
in big cities. My home is in a small town
which is very far from those cities. I did
not want to leave my mother alone. So, I
was in conflict between my desires and
my mother for a long time. Finally, I
managed to find a job which satisfies
both my mother and my desires. I chose
to work online as a translator/interpreter.
I am now an online translator for three
disabled people organizations. I really
enjoy my job as it is equivalent to my
hobby.
I enjoy life-long learning. So, I continue
learning online whenever I have free
time. I have completed 3 online English
classes so far: one from World English
Institute and two from The Hadley School
for The Blind in USA. Now, I am studying
“Personality Psychology” and “English
Literature: Drama” at The Hadley School
for The Blind through online classes. I also
write essays and articles for an English-
Myanmar magazine when I find time. In
2012, I won the third prize in Onkyo Braille
Essay Contest by World Blind Union Asia
Pacific (WBUAP). This year 2014 has
brought me some golden opportunities
to broaden my experience horizon
profile
internationally. From 12th January to
17th January, I attended a workshop on
eliminating violence against women
with disabilities which was held in
Thailand. From 21st January to 24th
January, I joined 7th Asia Pacific
Conference on Sexual and
Reproductive Health and Rights held in
Metro Manila, The Philippines. From both
trips, I learned valuable lessons for my
future. I could sharpen my cooperation
skills and decision making skills. Based on
the experience and knowledge from
these trips, I vow to contribute to the
community as much as I can.
In conclusion, my life is full of the ups and
downs. But, based on my experiences, I
have come to know that nothing is
impossible to a willing mind. Although I
cannot see anything with my eyes, I can
feel everything with my heart. I can now
accept that blindness is just a part of my
life and not the whole of it. I will always
try my best to lead a meaningful life by
contributing to the community as much
as I can until my last breath.
So if Aye, who in one way is visually
impaired, did not make her disability
hinder her from her dreams and still
managed to achieve great things, how
about you, who in this time is reading this
article cannot reach for your dreams? It
is just about willingness, passion, and
dedication. In choosing your desired
field to take up in college, always
remember this quotation, “Make your
passion your profession.” And for sure,
you’ll be able to live a successful and
meaningful life.
beautySo okay, I know it’s kind of shallow of me to be giving
out beauty tips when I’m not as attractive like the
picture you formed in your head of what the
standards of beauty should be. I know what you’re
thinking. I know firsthand of how it feels to be insecure.
You think that to be beautiful, you have to be
accepted by everyone to be labeled as “pretty,” or
“hot” or “it girl/boy.” I know, sometimes, you compare
yourself to the people that have been deemed
publicly acceptable or attractive and say “I wish I
had her legs”, “I wish I was taller”, “I want my hair to
be just like hers” or for guys, yes guys , I know guys will
not or will never admit that they get insecure too but
in reality, behind their macho façade is an insecure
little boy that thinks that “I think I should work out
more”, “I wish I was more athletic” or “maybe I should
grow a mustache to make me look manlier” and so
on.
The thing is we get so intoxicated by what the media
tells us what beauty is, that we accept what they’re
throwing at us whole heartedly and we forget to
accept ourselves in the process. They tell us lies in a
vicious effort until we believe that it’s true. I believed
them once, worshipped them actually. I still do but to
a limit, I believe that we are all unique, different, and
beautiful in our own way because we each hold a
sparkle inside of us that just needs to be shown. And
to help you unravel that unique shimmer, here are
some tips I’ve tested over the years and proved them
to be effective.
Tip numero uno:First, you have to accept yourself. No one will like you
if you, yourself don’t like you. It’s unhealthy and
stressful. And darling stress is so last millennia , think of it
this way: STRESS = WRINKLES AND ACNE. Wrinkles and
acne?
Tantalizing tip numero dos:Be positive. Uplift yourself, if you think about one trait
about yourself that you think is ugly then think about
ten desirable traits you possessed. Be outgoing, try
things you never have before. You never know you
might be good at it.
Tempest tip numero tres:Be FIERCE. Just let that inner fierceness course through
your veins and face the world head on. It doesn’t
matter if you slip up and fail. Pick yourself up and do it
again. Make no excuses. Be confident of who you
are, what you do, and don’t let anybody tell you
what you can and can’t do. You will be the judge of
that.
Tasty tip numero quatro:Be yourself. Who wants a cheap knock off of a
designer label or a second rate copy of someone? I
don’t. Be an original you. Don’t get caught up in
changing yourself to look like someone else. Always
remember that nobody’s perfect. We are all perfectly
imperfect.
MEDIA’SMAQUILLAGEWORDS BY Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4
Touchdown tip numero cinco:Lastly, be a good person. Beauty comes from within,
from the goodness of your heart and the kind of
person that you are. Be kind and courteous, Be
meek and understanding, smile a lot and never
change. You will radiate happiness and will make
people around you feel happy, too.
I apply these steps to my life every day. It’s not easy
and I’m not saying that you can do these steps all in
one go. Take small runway strides and soon enough
you’ll have your chance to pose for the crowd. Just
try it, that’s the ultimate first step to everything. TRY.
bookreviewThis is the first book written by super model, actress,
makeup artist, and anti-bullying decree supporter,
Tyra Banks. It’s about a not so pretty “forgetta-girl.”
She has mismatched eyes, one green and one
brown and hair that has multiple personalities. Frizzy, curly, straight
and wavy, you name it she’s got it. Her name’s Tookie de la Crème
and this book tells about how she has been chosen by a model
scout to attend the prestigious and legendary school for the
modelling arts called “modelland.” Tookie embarks on this
fabulously haute couture adventure with five new friends: Shiraz
shiraz – a short, Indian-ish girl from the land of canne del abra, a
white girl, and I mean white because she has no pigment. She’s has
albinism, piper from the land of sans color and Dylan, a bodacious
curvy girl who previously lived in a mall, literally in a mall.
The Belladonna governs all of modelland with the help of her gurus.
She doesn’t show signs that she doesn’t like them but she doesn’t
show signs that she likes them either. All of them shouldn’t be in
there, they obviously don’t have model potential but somehow they
all got picked by a scout. The scout, to their surprise is CI~L the
famous intoxibella that went missing. So many questions are
bothering Tookie, yet she doesn’t know what to answer first.
This book encourages readers to be more confident about and their
bodies. To be free from the norm of cliché standards of beauty, and
just accept who you are. A very empowering piece of literature
from a very empowering author, a must read book for everyone.
By Tyra Banks
By Melissa de la Cruz
Vampires. This series tells about the wealthy vampires of the world,
How vampires were once angels but sent to earth by God for
punishment of their treachery against heaven. The book revolves
around the main characters: Schuyler Van Alen, the dimidium
cognatus, half human, half vampire. Her best friend, conduit and
human familiar Oliver Hazard – Perry. The love of her life, Jack Force
or Abbadon, the angel of destruction, the hammer, one of the twin
angels of the apocalypse. Mimi Force or azrael, the light destroyer,
angel of death, Jack’s twin.
They embark on the adventure to redemption in God’s eyes, for
God to allow them to enter the gates of paradise once again. They
move from country to country in search for the cure and weapon
against the silver bloods. Silver bloods are blue bloods that have
been corrupted by Lucifer, the light bringer, the morning star and
the very first angel to defy god thus making him the very first
vampire. Blue bloods can never consume the blood of another blue
blood unless they have been corrupted by the dark prince. Their
blood will become silver.
The series is quite a lengthy read, but it’s worth it. It’s a cocktail of
adventure, love, jealousy, power and anger. The series is composed
of 10 books. I recommend this series to the diehard vampire fans
(myself included). I promise you, Once you’ve started to read the
first book, it will be impossible for you to set it down.
BOOK REVIEW BY Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4
I am an avid music lover. Music has a peculiar marvel that can
dissolve agonies which disturb the very core of my being.
I am quite certain that you too love music that’s why you find
your own self reading the content of this article. This semester’s issue
brings you a review of several hits and an album which you can surely relate to.
Here it goes…
Love is hypnotic and overpowering! “Can’t Remember to Forget You” is Shakira’s song
featuring the equally unique and exceptional voice of the Barbadian R and B superstar,
Rihanna.
The song’s quite ironic in a sense that a woman is trying so hard to forget her man for
some considerable reasons, but to no avail, she doesn’t know how and can’t remember
how. As said in the song, she always finds herself landing in his bed and willing to repeat
yesterday’s mistake. She will rob and kill to keep him in her embrace.
If it’s love that she truly feels, then she’s probably blinded by its hypnotic power.
CAN’T REMEMBER TO
FORGET YOUBy Shakira ft. Rihanna
CHANDELIERBy Sia
HUMANBy Christina Perri
ALL OF MEBy John Legend
This song is jammed with feelings of
misery and misgivings. Here, Sia
brings out the verity of her emotional
side as apparent in the song’s tone
and mood. Love is the subject being
implied that can make a girl resort to
excessive liquor consumption as if
tomorrow doesn’t exist once she
experiences a crisis in this respect.
From her breathtaking vocals in
Titanium, Sia’s “Chandelier” tries a
kind of musical novelty that can
have the audience listening to a
totally new thing.
There comes a moment in our lives
when we tend to cling into
pretension, savor its bitterness and
break down in tears. It may leave us
tucked in the sphere of storm and
flooding sorrows. All these things are
normal because we are only
human.
Christina Perri attempts to convey in
this song about life’s normality when
experiencing a hitch in our core.
The cliché, “Love knows no barrier”
holds true in this song. John Legend
exhibits here his adorable voice
while pouring down his all emotions.
“All of Me” is a perfect pick for
lovers who see themselves like living
in eternity with each other.
Regardless of the flaws and
imperfections, love remains
unrestrained if it’s true.
ARTPOP (Album)By Lady Gaga
Artpop is Lady Gaga’s new found musical glory that makes her once again
bask in the spotlight of entertainment industry. This album is comprised of tracks
that may get you fascinated, stunned, and even bring you to the height of
inquiry as to what urged her to venture a crude musical provocation. It delves
deeper on her artistic nature and notorious image. Evidently, she’s getting
hooked with the seemingly timeless influence of Greek Mythology as portrayed
in most of the songs’ lyrics.
From the elements of the album, it can be inferred that Lady Gaga is able to
impress the audience with her vocals and likewise in the visuals of her music
videos. In contrary, her latest work of art this time turns even morally
degrading.
musicreview
MUSIC REVIEW BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
moviereview
MOVIE REVIEW BY Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2
A movie based on the famous novel of John Green,
The Fault in our Stars in not your ordinary love story.
Hazel (Shailene Woodley) and Augustus (Ansel
Elgort) are two teenagers who are both cancer
patients and have peculiar hobbies. Augustus uses a
stick of cigarette as a symbol of metaphor. Hazel on
the other hand believes that no one will love her
anymore and has an affinity on books. Fate might
have dictated why they met and how they fell in
love with each other. But as they say, love knows no
boundaries. This is a love story that will keep your
eyes on the screen till the very end. (and may even
make you cry a bucketful).
This movie depicts a harmonious relationship
between humans and robots and as well as what
disadvantages it might bring in consequence. After
the battle between the Autobots and Decepticons
that leveled Chicago, humanity thinks that all alien
robots are a threat. A battle between robots and
humanity, alien invaders and local security, and
Autobots versus Decepticons. The movie also want
to portray that robots can have emotions to. (We
may not be far from that technological
breakthrough.) If you have not seen the previous
Transformer movies, this episode will make you to do
so. A chair turner, action-drama movie.
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A simple job that turned a normal, happy-go-lucky
girl into the smartest (and I guess, most powerful) girl
in the planet. All Lucy (Scarlett Johansson) had to do
was deliver a mysterious briefcase to Mr. Jang. But a
unexpected event happened that made her unlock
her mind's full potential to 100%. With her new-found
powers, Lucy turns into a merciless warrior intent on
getting back at her captors. She receives invaluable
help from Professor Norman (Morgan Freeman), the
leading authority on the human mind, and French
police captain Pierre Del Rio. I can say, it’s one of
the best sci-fi movies Hollywod has ever produced.
The beautiful, talented, wealthy girl named
Samantha (Nadine Lustre) is some boy’s ideal girl.
Samantha comes into a terrible mistake with a guy
who will reveal himself as a the leader of a boy
gang named Lucky 13. She had to act as Top’s
(James Reid) girlfriend as payment to what she had
done. But as they conquer their selves to find out
what kind of relationship they have, they began to
fall in love. Everything mixed up when Samantha
engaged with Top's best friend, Red (Joseph
Marco). A must-watch comedy-action-love story.
gadgetreview
Are you tired of all the hassles of schooling? Do you want to make your college life become more
comfortable? Have you ever wished you have a robot friend who can help you or rather do all your
school works for you? Well, here’s some of the amazing gadgets that you surely need all throughout
your hectic schedule in school and will definitely make your dorm life easier and worry-free!
GADGET REVIEW BY Queene M. Quinton, BS Info. Tech. 3A
THE SONIC BOOM ALARM CLOCK
Your roommate will hate you, but your GPA will thank you. This amazing wakening
stuff conquers the tenth place on the list. Between a 113-decibel alarm, pulsating
lights, and a mattress-vibrating unit with the Sonic Boom Alarm Clock, there’s no
way you’ll be able to sleep through your 7:00 a.m. class. If you would like to be kind
to your roommate, you can switch off the sound and use the mattress shaker alone.
This is surely the best way to avoid being reprimanded by your professor for being
late each morning class.
AUDIO TECHNICA ATH-ANC1 NOISE-CANCELLING HEADPHONES
Tired of hearing those irritating noise? Well, this gadget might be the one that your
sensitive ears are searching for. Given that roommates are apt to do obnoxious
things like have Sonic Boom alarm clocks, noise-cancelling headphones are an
absolute must to survive on-campus living. Comfortable and compact, the Audio-
Technica Quiet Point ATH-ANC1 headphones have the ability to eliminate up to
85% of ambient noise. They’re great for studying, sleeping, or simply blocking out
your roomie’s horrid taste in music. Best of all, these headphones are significantly
less expensive than similar versions, which can run upwards of $500.
VOLTAIC CONVERTER SOLAR BACKPACK
This backpack does double duty. Great backpacks don’t come cheap anyway so
spend a little extra for one that does more than just hold books. The Voltaic
Converter Solar Backpack will run you about $150 but will save you endless
headaches. Thanks to its ability to charge phones, tablets, cameras, and other
gadgets. It’s also light, water proof and built to handle college life. Plus it’s an easy
way to make your walk to class feel more productive. It’s somewhat like bringing
your room to school.
LIVESCRIBE ECHO SMART PEN
This is the better way to take notes. Still recording lectures while you take notes (or
not)? Why not do both? Livescribe’s Echo smart pen automatically records
everything you hear or say while you’re writing on Livescribe’s paper. Tap your
notes to replay the audio, send your notes to a mobile device, social profile, or app,
and never miss another word of the most essential courses in your discipline. These
benefits may be the reason why this gadget reined the spotlight. Laziness is
undeniably the best enemy of most students nowadays so what are you waiting
for? Save up your allowance and buy this cool gadget for scribble-free lectures!
THE CUBE LASER VIRTUAL KEYBOARD
This portable keyboard was made to a very portable keyboard. The Cube Laser
Virtual Keyboard connects wirelessly to laptops and most mobile devices to
broadcast a full QWERTY layout that projects onto any flat surface. It is also small
enough to stash in your pants pocket, which is why at about $99 it wins out over less
expensive roll up keyboards and more expensive iPad case and keyboard combos.
Now let us give you a choice, bringing your entire desktop to school or just this cool
gadget just being stocked on your pocket? Personally, I’ll definitely choose the
latter.
There you are. Those gadgets are indeed a great help for us students especially for those who have a bothersome daily
routine. If you want to break free with your stressful life in college, why don’t you give it a try with these innovations? After
all, nobody has been hurt to indulge in the modern technology as long as we know our limitations. A few help is
absolutely appreciated but it’s really with yourself that can reach what your life has been trying to fulfill. Don’t let those
gadgets do all the tasks. Oh c’mon! Move for yourself, atleast.
THE STUDENTS’ VOICES HEARD.
COMPILED BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
As an answer to our commitment, being the official voice of the
student body, The Aklan Tradesman Editorial Board connected to the
CIT community to ask their comments, suggestions and opinions
concerning our campus.
We reserve the rights for the concerned to respond with the issues
given. Feel free to visit our office, or to contact our editors about your
concerns.
Sa Cashier laging naghahanap ng
pambarya if magbayad ng tuition! Laging
ganun yung situation… di nagbabago.
Tapos ikaw pa yung uutusang magpabarya
kahit nakapila ka pa. Joker ta sanda.
Aling Pabarya (BSHRT)
It is not the liability of the cashier’s office to
provide you with coins. It is a general rule in
wherever university you are enrolled. The
office is not a bank to produce sufficient
amount of coins for you; it is not a part of our
service. We had already explained that in
your departmental orientations. If only you
have listened.
Cashier’s Office
Kunta man hay patas magpanita do guards
natun sa gate. Kung amat abi hay madya
ginapili eang du mga ginasita.
Mr. Pogi (ASIT)
1. Paano maghihigpit kung mismong
empleyado ay hindi sumusunod sa rules and
regulation ng school.
2. Nagawa na naming hindi magpapasok ng
walang uniform and ID. Pero nung mga
magulang na ang nakiusap sa Guidance,
pinapasok din nila. So bakit sisisihin ang
guards? Sumusunod lang kami sa order ng
Office of the Student Affairs (OSA).
3. Sana naman sabihan agad yung office
naming kapag may programs, kami tuloy
yung nasisisi.
4. Ang hiling namin, sana kung ano yung
binababang order about sa policy ng
school, hindi sana madala sa pakiusap ng
ibang office para magkaroon naman ng
disiplina at respeto ang mga estudyante.
Security Guards
To the Students:
Maging responsible sana yung ibang students sa kaayusan
at kalinisan ng ating paaralan kasi sa nakikita ko sa ngayon,
parang wala nang pakialam yung ibang students sa rules
and regulations ng school.
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SSC Matters:
Haman sa SSC hay abong gatambay sa office nga bukon
man it officers ag gacreate it sangag? It can degrade the
credibility of the office.
Mr. cowdnaym
SSC Matters:
I demand na magkaroon ang SSC ng bulletin board near a
place na palaging dinadaanan, para duon ninyo ipo-post
yung mga activities ninyo for the month. Hindi na po kasi
nagwowork ang SMS system ninyo. Kindly consider this
suggestion.
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For the Administration:
As freshman student, nashock talaga kami nang mawitness
naming nagiging lawa pala yung campus tuwing malakas
ang ulan. I hope na masulusyonan naman yung problem
about that issue.
concerned CITizen
Dear Professors/ Instructors:
As a student, naranasan ko na ang madiscourage ng isang
guro. Di ba dapat yung teacher ang nag-aadvise at
nagga-guide sa kaniyang estudyante para mas
mapaganda ang ginagawa nila? dapat dib a, in order to
be respected, they too should respect our emotions and
aspirations?
Heartbreaker
Thumbs Up!
For me, ang pamamahala ng SSC was good or let’s say na
they are doing their best to give the best service for the
students. Keep it up guys!
_Lynzkie_26
Thumbs Up!
Though hindi ganun ka- sophisticated ang ating library,
nakikita ko naman ang paghihirap ng ating mga Librarians
just to give us a good service. I hope that time will come na
may mag sponsor ng OPAC system and airconditioners for
our beloved library para tuloy- tuloy na yung paglevel-up
nito.
#Bookworm
Goodbyeslaughing feverishly despite the absence of their upper
coverings. He continued to walk passed them, but stopped
abruptly by a woman, who tugged him and kissed him, full on
his mouth, surprised by the attack, he pushed the woman who
looked at him with an eye heavily intoxicated by a drug he
cannot pronounce.
He dashed away and turned the cold knob of a room which
contained a man, smoking a tobacco. The man, despite the
darkness of the room, was curiously wearing sunglasses. Around
him, two women, dressed on clothes he wishes his wife would
not wear, were busily playing on the man’s heavy set of gold
jewelry and giggling continuously out of no particular reason.
“I’ve got it,” he spoke coldly as he drop the case on the table
facing the man, “now, where’s my fee?”
The man ushered one of his woman to get something from the
drawer at his right side, the woman gives a small brown
enveloped that bulged with its containment. He took it and
was about to walk away, when the same man that guarded
the entrance cut the doorway halfway, causing him to back
off out of astonishment. The man, on race with his breathing,
cried, “We had been schemed, the cops are here!”
The man hastily scampered out of a wall which turns out to be
a secret exit. The room was then filled with people dashing
inharmoniously in every direction. A cold hand took his wrist
and pulled him towards the same exit. It was the same woman
that kissed him a moment ago. He had nothing in his mind; he
just abided by the force that pulls him.
A uniformed man was chasing then, shouting inaudible words.
A bang broke the air, hanged with a cold silence that took him
back to his reality. The woman that was pulling him kneeled on
the ground, blood oozing from her nape. ‘Run!’ she
demanded, he gazed back at the cops who were now
directly pointing their 45s at him. “Do not Move! Or else we’ll
fire.” One ordered.
The hand that holds his wrist softly untangled. His mind, again,
was lost.
He took some steps and was about to run, when a fire caught
him midway. He took another forced step, another fire! This
caught him in his nape. He dropped at the ground, face first.
The ground seems cold despite the warm blood flowing to his
face. “Is this the end?” He asks himself.
He then blurredly saw an approaching feet, followed by
murmurs.
An eerie silence.
A numbing pain.
Then darkness.
A mile away, in an old withered kitchen, a wife is mending a
worn out polo shirt. Reliantly, she turns her gaze towards the
closed door which leads outside. “He’ll return home.” She
silently assures herself.
STORY BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
The sky gently rolled into darkness as he prepares his suitcase.
Full of honest and unbreakable pride, he tucked his shirt under
his slacks, making a gentle effort to create a smooth work. The
kettle is whistling back at the kitchen, giving no attention to it,
he turned to the mirror and combed his pomade rich hair. He
then pressed some light powder on his face and finally,
checked his posture. Finding himself enough, he picked his
suitcase and cascaded towards the kitchen where his wife,
and his son, were having dinner.
The wife is of ordinary, not to notice the scars on her left cheek
made by same hands that took her away from the world of
conformity and contentment. He picked up the cup of coffee
prepared by his wife, giving no eye contact at her, he finished
it. Patted his son and bid goodbye. He was about to turn his
back, but the wife tugged him hardly, he almost fall. She
covered him with her embrace and uttered, “Stay safe for me,
for us”. The man utters no words in reply, but breathed heavily
and took his wife on her chin and gazed directly at her eyes.
No words had been cried, but everything was understood—
tonight, is the night, that everything will be changed.
He covered each path with big strides, owning to his large
built, he quickly paced every block with an expectation that
everything he had planned to do, was for the betterment of
his family. He strode with walloping cadence, enveloping his
whole structure with the air of confidence.
He shivered and tucked his sweating palms inside his pockets,
as he crosses the street which was now empty. He remembers
the first time he took his step at this place—the time he bid
goodbye to his then, ordinary life.
It was raining hard that day, so hard that nothing was visible at
a teen feet foreground. The street was busy and, packed with
people running off their personal choirs, a queue was forming
at the bus stop where he was then standing. He was holding
on his right hand, the bayong his nanay had given to him,
inside were clothes and personal belongings neatly folded
and arranged. He was new at this place, stranger to the noise
of the city, stranger to the smoke and heavy damp air,
stranger to everyone. He had never realized back then that
he will be given no chance of seeing his family back at the
barrio, never had realized that he’ll be at some extent—risks his
life and dignity in order to provide for his own family.
He halted, seeing the neon lights flashing at the corner, about
30 feet away from him. He’s almost there, if he’d deliver this
case safely there, then everything will be fine—or at least,
finished. He breathes heavily with the smoke coming from the
fumes of the nearby plastic recycling factory. He checked his
posture—again. Gathered his, now, messy hair. He had
walked for about half of an hour that he’s sweating more than
he should, despite the cold wind blowing on his nape that
makes his hair stand with unreliable explanations.
He clenched the briefcase strongly in his hand that his knuckle
went white. He passed the ‘guard’ that gives him a knowing
nod, he just then replied with a half meant smile. He passed
the too narrow Corregidor which leads to an anteroom full of
blinking lights, drunken and stoned men, and women
profileshort story
YOUR HERO WILL RESPAWN IN 28 SECONDS.
The computer monitor flashed those words in the upper right
corner.
“Damn!” I utter in great dismay. I was pissed as I pressed the
ctrl and tab key simultaneously to display the other window
application opened. I stared lazily at my Facebook profile
thinking maybe I should post an update status to let the whole
world know the annoyance within me. I stroke the keyboard as
hard as I could to form three confusing words.
“JUST GOT DIED”, I posted. Few seconds had passed and the
notification signal turned red. Five people liked my post. I
ignored it and shifted to another tab again. I’m getting more
bored than usual.
“Hey! You’re already alive! Check that later. We’re already
losing, you neglectful brat.” my classmate slash close friend JC
exclaimed as he hit my shoulders lightly. That was then I
remembered my monkey business a while ago. “Don’t fret,
okay? Those losers can’t beat us.” I replied full of sarcasm.
YOUR HERO WILL RESPAWN IN 4 SECONDS.
Three, two, one. The monitor flickered. My character has back
on the track. Killing those tiny creeps (creatures in the game)
and slaughtering the heroes that stands on the way.
Destroying towers and earning gold from it. One, two, double
kill. Three, four, five, monster kills. The character got
strengthened and its agility boosted. More gold was gained
and the level increased. “Killing spree!” The voice over
shouted. “The sentinel was owning!” Red letters shined on the
computer monitor. There’s nobody who can stop us now. Few
minutes had passed and the tall frozen throne was wrecked.
Our mega creeps danced in victory. We won.
“HA HA HA. See? I told you that bunch of losers couldn’t butt
on our way. Bet they’re all screwing themselves now.” I proudly
spoke to my co-players. “You’re right, they can’t beat us. Who
would have survived with that animalistic divine rapier of
yours? What an item build.” agreed Lyra, my closest friend. “So
why don’t we have snacks and celebrate?” suggested
Jeansey, the best player among the five of us. “I totally think
so, besides my tummy’s growling”, Manilyn seconded. “So
what are you waiting for? Don’t let your mouth hanging there
waiting for hawks to turn white. Come on girls!” said JC, the
only thorn among the roses.
It was Friday afternoon though. We don’t have classes in our
last two subjects so my friends and I decided to go to a
nearby computer shop. Not just to open some social
networking sites but to play computer games. Yes, you have
formulated a very great hypothesis. We have played “Defense
of the Ancient” or most teens would prefer calling it by its
acronym “DOTA” (a famous online/offline virtual game).
Maybe you would wonder why and how do we end up
playing such not-so-good-for-students game. At first, we’re just
intrigued by its popularity so we tried to learn how to play it
and later became a past time. But that’s what all we have
thought. We got so much hooked by its pleasures
RESPAWNEDwithout even realizing the mere destruction it had brought us.
“Hi Queene, we have a meeting this afternoon. Please be sure
to come”, the school publication Editor-in-Chief told me one
morning. “Oh, I’ll just drop by at the office after class. Promise”,
I replied.
But the promise was wiped in just a matter of hours. I attended
classes and after that …
“Where do you think you’re going? It’s too early to go home.
Come on! Let’s go to Terabytes Cafe”, said JC. “Uh-oh, I have
a meeting with the school pub. Let me pass”, I replied sadly.
“Duhh as in DUHH! Just don’t go with that meeting. There’s so
much time for that. And besides, you can attend next time.
I’m sure there’s so much more meetings to come. Hahaha”,
he answered. “But---“, I tried to reason out. “No buts, okay?
Hurry up and go with us. Roshan (the big stone giant in the
game play) is waiting”, he insisted. “Hmmm, you’re right. I can
attend next time. Fine, let’s go”, I finally gave in to the
temptation.
The next day …
“What happened to you yesterday? I thought you’re going to
drop by at the office?” our E-I-C asked me. “I’m so sorry. I’m
not feeling well so I just got home early. Please don’t get mad
at me. Promise I’ll attend it next time” I lied. “Okay, if you say
so. Just make sure you won’t skip it again.” he replied.
Promises are really made to be broken. The same scenario
repeated over and over again. I skipped not only one, two,
three, but countless meetings. I didn’t submit any articles. I
didn’t go to the office anymore. I’m a writer no more. I was
blinded by the realization that my personal indulgences in
earthly things are more important than my responsibility as a
student journalist. I became selfish, ignorant, and neglectful.
And with that, I wasn’t included on the semestral issue of the
pub.
There was no one to be blamed but me. It was all my entire
fault and credibility. I built my own destruction. If only I
became more professional enough to handle my own
foolishness, then things wouldn’t turn out that way. But I was
too late to take the blame and be furious. It was either I make
a move or I move on. I need to change.
And now, here I was sitting at this four walled chamber
surrounded by blinding lights, staring blankly at this piece of
parchment with a throbbing heart. I did change for the better.
I jumped out of bed and continued my journey as a student,
more especially as a journalist. I came back to the editorial
board and dumped the negative attitude. I was thankful and
embraced the second chance.
Maybe I ain’t a DOTA player anymore but the lessons I learned
from my mistakes became my motivation. I was renewed. Like
a character in the game play, I may die and loose many times
but it doesn’t stop me from being stronger.
STORY BY Queene M. Quinton, BS Info. Tech. 3A
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Black and WhiteBy Yeza Crystael Bulahan, BS Info. Tech. 1D
Every morning sunshine counts another life’s choice
A choice whether between the right and wrong voice
Sometimes it seems confusing cause either sounds good
If which path to go that won’t ‘cause anything rude.
There says a quotation,
“Live young, not wild but free.”
That means to enjoy life, do things you want and see
But it’s just a big question, a confusing agony,
How could it be, how the bad attracts the good?
Life is a choice because options were provided
Choose the same stuffs and just
forget what you wanted
Or just be yourself that possesses earthly sins
Yes, it’s chaotic to choose between Black and White.
First LetterBy Aimee Jane Ureta, BSEd 2A
All of the songs I had forgotten
Took its place from the time you came
I lighten up my way ‘cause now you’re here
King of my heart, ruler of my way
Life had changed all of a sudden
All things changed in unexpected way
Happiness found me once again
And the bitter past never meet me again
Magical moments came to see,
And life became better when you’re here
I thank God He gave you to me
‘Cause now you’re here, I am complete
Real happiness was now with me
All I can do is to love you for real
Gift like you deserved to be kept
Very precious one I’ll never forget
Out there I wanted to shout
Real name of yours but I hide
I’ll just keep it behind the lines
Behind the letters of these rhymes.
MoonlightBy Ann D. Mangilaya, BSEd 4A
Sitting at the balcony
Tired and weary
My ears filled with headphones
Playing music, my remedy
A shimmering light
Captured my attention
I caught myself picturing a smile
It relieves my stress for a while.
Thoughts playing in my mind
That even in your darkest time
There are still things that give light
Such as moonlight glowing through the night.
Applause to My StewardBy Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
She enters the school’s facade
With all grand and confidence
Dignified and high-spirited
Radiates eagerness to teach and learn
She walks her route with pride
Clutching her hand bag with no trouble
Gives a flashy smile to everyone
Like the sun kissing the earth’s core
She speaks with pure morale
Puts her words into action
Considers the learners’ welfare
Like a child is to a mother
She’s a woman I long admired
A person behind my education
A guide in my way to the pot of gold
My steward as I search for green pasture.
Of Genuine FriendshipBy Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
There was this man whom I knew
I met him three years ago
He told me his name and I did the same
That started our friendly claim
I dared walk by him
With all confidence and reliance
Truly was he worthy of my trust
A confidant I can rely on
Before I stammered in utter sorrow
He was there to had me cheered up
Before I broke down in tears
He was there to ease off my agony
Never did I regret nor felt sorry
Grateful that I held him heartily
He was a treasure beyond compare
A faithful friend so dear to me
Kahit MinsanNi Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A
Sa bawat taludtod ng aking buhay
Hampas ng pagsubok saki’y nagpalupaypay
Lakas ko may nasira at nagka sagay-sagay
Pinili kong bumangon at itama ang mga bagay
Sa bawat hagupit ng pagdurusa
Pagpapagal sa puso ko’y lubos na dama
Luha man ang bumuhos at syang tumataga
Ngiti sa aking mukha’y pilit kong pinakita.
Ito’y hindi isang pagpapanggap
Na tulad ng taong suot ay maskara
Kundi isang katotohanang di ko pinaalam
Na may nakatagong lungkot sa ngiting nasilayan.
Batid ko di lahat ay makakaunawa
Sa nais ipabatid ng binitiwang kataga
Gayunpama’y ninanais ko lang naman
Na kahit minsan, tunay na ako’y aking maipahayag.
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poetryThese WallsBy John brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
I am lost on the land my choices brought me
Captured by my lack of sensitive wills
And as far as my searching goes,
Have had been limited by these walls.
Upon my bearing that was now at nowhere
I began to ponder whether I’m here
Or not on the place I had not thought
That my capacity could bear.
I touch gently these rough cold walls
And think of how many had also done so.
Then my intuition brought me back
To the reality of what comes and goes.
This is the place of the less willed,
The one where many had died of nothing,
A place of wasting time for emptiness,
A place not worth keeping.
This is where the light may shine forever
But nothing but the same
Refusing to accept variations,
And fighting to protect its name.
A place of nothing but walls,
Limited by its own burden
And yet the door is always unlatched,
But many forget to open.
Somewhere in ASU-CITBy Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
She’s covered with gleaming green cloth
Composes herself before the crowd
Walks with a splendid bearing
Marches her way like Rihanna
Struts her wares in elegance
Exudes genuine beauty
Radiates joy and bliss
Displays admirable confidence
Cool and cozy oftentimes
Defines true femininity
Seriously captures my attention
A brunette who bears glamour
A sultry lovely maiden
A damsel so stunning
She’s just somewhere out there
Somewhere in ASU-CIT.
MoanBy Jellie F. Dionela, BSCE 1B
Melody without a tone
Echoed in the room
Full of sadness as it seems
That cannot bear within
Like a door that is pulled
Is a suffering soul that cries
In the rhythm of undulation
That cannot be defined
The pedagogue of suffering
That never tired in shouting
At the break of the dawn
What you can hear is a loud moan.
Shattered HeartBy Danilyn N. Domingo, BSEd 4B
The blink of the stars in my eyes
Becomes the flow and drop of my tears
The ample love in my heart
Becomes an endless agony
The sweet smile on my lips
Will never exist once more
The memories that we were happy
Are now my sorrow and calvary
The sunshine in my dreams
Becomes a dim disappointment
The echo and caress of my love
Become shouts of bitterness and madness
You touched my life
And that made me love you
But today and tomorrow
I hate you, more than anyone can do.
The FallBy John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
So that’s why I had fall,
To picked something from the ground.
Something that I’ll treasure most,
Something that I’ll hold forever.
That this at my fall,
I had picked.
No, this may not be gold,
any jewel of its kind.
But something rarely given—
‘twas faith.
Hoy Gising!Ni Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A
Kabataan tila tulog ka pa
Ba’t di ka bumangon at magsimula
Na ipaglaban si Inang Bayang sinta
Na balot na sa rehas ng karahasa’t kahirapan.
Si Inang Bayan narito’t tumatangis
Sa nakikita nyang abuso’t pagmamalabis
Ng mga taong marahas at sobrang sakim
Walang ibang ginawa kundi kapwa’y lokohin.
Hoy gising’ kabataan at bumangon ka!
Imulat ang mata sa katotohanan
Karahasang nasa harap mo ay wakasan
Mabuting pagbabago iyong simulan.
Ihanda ang bisig tungo sa pag unlad
Hubugin ang sariling produktibong indibidwal
At sa Inang Bayan ay iyong patunayan
Na ang kabataan ang pag asa ng bayan.
Poem of LoveBy Ann D. Mangilaya, BSEd 4A
Crazy as it seems but it’s true
I love you
You’re the only one for me
To be your girl is all I wanna be
I will stand with you forever
Wishing goodbyes will turn to never
And we’ll be together
Forever and ever, I swear
Please don’t turn your back from me
Never ever say you’re sorry
It will break my heart
Oh baby, don’t tear it apart.
SmokeBy John brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
The smoke dances freely over the fire,
Gracefully swaying its haste and beau.
Then suddenly it gallops towards the sky,
Never to know that it will be swallowed
--By the light.
AloneBy Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A
I’m all alone again,
Here in my solitary room.
Searching for an answer,
To those questions unknown.
Dying in bitterness,
Feeling all the pain.
I’m all alone again,
No one seems to care.
Letting every tears to drop,
Letting all sad mem’ries gone by,
How I wish this will be the last,
Moments that I’ll cry.
Nobody knows,
Nobody feels,
No one knows how it hurts
Feeling all this loneliness,
I need somebody to share.
My Day’s 9th CloudBy Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
That red velvet lips
Like rose petals in full bloom
Summon my humble heart
To skip a beat every time
That perfectly contoured face
Starts fire for my good feeling
Like a mesmerizing constellation
My day’s 9th cloud
Essence of InnocenceBy Kimberly R. Lacorte, BSEd 4A
As I close my sleepy eyes
In a night of peace and harmonious lies
Where the spot of light only prioritize
The noble side of thing, then magical surprise…
It was like someone’s dragging my nose
Leading to a spot of fragrant scented rose
A door leading to a gorgeous site
Far from dull aroma of polluted life
From a distance I heard genuine splendid laughs
Arose from delighted heart and not from a dust…
Of harsh insults and pretentiousness
But from a sincere “kudos” for one’s success
Suddenly new dimension was then opened
Where stress and worries have come to an end
Distant from war, out from danger
Amity appears, no violence fever
I felt I’m melting…slowly and slowly
I tried to run to escape from this creepy
Darkness everywhere... I saw nonentity
Until… bhum!! I’m back to reality
If only eye can see the worth and positivity
Before criticizing the dirt in humanity
If ear only listens to understand
Not to add or subtract issues in our own hand
If you uttered your neighbors unwanted flaws
Does it satisfy your heart a big round of applause?
How much more if to speak is a mortal sin
From fire of hell, how’s your pinkish white skin?
Life as we live to create easeful meaning
Let’s be a gloomy blossom flower for this realm
Who pictures and sees the world in positive film
Without tainting the life of our co-social being.
Pagbag-o!Ni Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A
Sa atong palibot, kung aton nga mapan- uhan
Mga maeain ag nagakasari-sari nga mga hitabo atong
makit- an
Ro atong kalibutan, amat – amat nga nagabag-o
Pati man ro hilig, bisyo, hueag ag ueobrahon it mga tawo.
Sa aton makaron nga henerasyon,
Mahambae pa baea naton nga kita gid ro pageaum,
Ku aton ngara nga pinalangga nga nasyon?
Kung kada pagtan-aw naton sa atong palibot,
Nagaeapta nga krimen nagasubeang katon.
Ro mga pamatan- on nga nagabaligya ag naga gamit it
droga,
May pageaom pa baea nga maeuwas sanda?
Ro mga babayi nga temprano pa nga nangin ina,
Paalin lat-a ro puturo nanda?
Kadungan it pagbag-o ag pagdugang ku mga dinag-on
Naga bag-o man ro pagbinatasan it mga tawo sa palibot
naton
Ro mga pamatan-on hay nangin agresibo eun gid a,
Ro mga tawo hay nangin abusado eun gid ana.
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Obra MaestraNi Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A
Bulag, pipi’t bingi,
Pilay, lumpo’t sungi
Isinilang ka mang may kapansanan
Mayroon ka pa ring karapatang mamuhay ng normal.
Hindi man kompleto ang bahagi ng iyong katawan,
Huwag mo sanang iisiping ito’y isang hadlang
Sapagkat kahit na ano ka pa man,
Sa mundong ito ikaw pa rin ay may pakinabang.
Isipin mong may mga tao na kagaya mo.
Na sa buhay ay umasenso.
Dahil sa ginamit nila ng wasto,
Ang abilidad nila’t talento
Bulag ka mang naturingan
Maari ka pa ring maging huwaran.
Sapagkat ang tunay na kalooban
Ay hindi nakikita sa pisikal na kaanyuan
Hindi ka man makapagsalita,
Mayroon namang papel at lapis na nakahanda
Subukan mong maging makata,
Nang sa gayo’y maiparating mo ang iyong nais sabihin sa
madla.
Hindi ka man makatayo
Pandinig mo ma’y malabo.
Maraming bagay ka pa namang magagawa ,
Na hindi kayang gawin ng iba.
Kayat huwag mong iisiping malas ka
Dahil lang may kapansanan ka,
Alalahanin mong ang Panginoon ay di gumagawa
Ng isang obra-maestrang di kaaya-aya.
PuwingNi Kimberly R. Lacorte, BSEd 4A
Pag ula’y pumapatak mula sa alapaap
Sinag ni araw bat ngayo’y hinahanap
Sa tuwing si araw nama’y nalalasap
Buhos ni ula’y ninanais mayakap
‘Pag paa’y nakaapak sa matingkad na bato
Pilit hinahanap kawayan at kubo
Sa tuwing lamig tumagos hanggang buto
Ginugusto lilim sa makapal na yero
‘Pag si sinag balat ay pinaitim
Kaputian ni dayuha’y pangarap angkinin
Kung si puti naman ang tatanungin
Ibibilad kay araw nang magkulimlim
Tinatrabaho magliwanag ma’t magdilim
Makabuo ng anghel na makakapiling
Nang dumating higit labindalawang supling
Ngayo’y ipagpapalit sa isang singkong duling
Maagang namasukan para magtrabaho
Patak ng luha sigaw ay kolehiyo
Kolehiyala’y ayaw na bang matuto?
Nang magwikang “Ayoko na,pagod na ko!”
Ikaw, sya, ako, sila ,tayo
May kanya-kanyang pasan, may kanya-kanyang kwento
Patutunguhan ng away at pagtatalo
Sa reyalidad walang makapagpapabago
May saysay nga ba ang topikong ito?
Wala?Meron? Di ko alam? Ewan?Pake ko?
Sagot mo’y alin man sa mga ito?
Ay sasalamin sa totoo mong pagkatao
Minsan subukan nga nating tanungin
Ating sariling minsa’y bulag din
Di makita mumunting ningning
Ng dahil lamang sa simpleng “puwing.”
Maghihintay Pa RinNi Danilyn N. Domingo, BSEd 4B
Oh kay bilis ng panahon sinta
Parang kailan lang na tayo’y nagkakilala
Parang kailan lang na tayo’y nagkasama
Parang kailan lang umusbong pag-ibig na nadama
Bukas makalawa lilisan ka na pala.
At sa ating pagkalayo
Puso nati’y kapwa naninibugho
Nahihirapan at nagsusumamo
Sana tayo’y di padadaig sa bangis ng tukso
Sana sa puso nati’y pag-ibig ang humipo
Milya-milya man ang ating distansya
Tiwala’t pag-ibig pa rin ang madarama
Sisikaping balang araw tayo’y muling magsasama
Dahil ika’y sa akin, nang akong hintayin ka
At ako’y babalikan mo sinta
Masakit mang tanggapin
Na ika’y malayo’t mawalay sa’kin
Pero ito ang nararapat gawin
Kaya ang pangungulila sa’yo, sa limot nalang ililibing
At mangangako mahal, sayo’y maghihintay pa rin.
Kahit MinsanNi Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A
Sa bawat taludtod ng aking buhay
Hampas ng pagsubok saki’y nagpalupaypay
Lakas ko may nasira at nagka sagay-sagay
Pinili kong bumangon at itama ang mga bagay
Sa bawat hagupit ng pagdurusa
Pagpapagal sa puso ko’y lubos na dama
Luha man ang bumuhos at syang tumataga
Ngiti sa aking mukha’y pilit kong pinakita.
Ito’y hindi isang pagpapanggap
Na tulad ng taong suot ay maskara
Kundi isang katotohanang di ko pinaalam
Na may nakatagong lungkot sa ngiting nasilayan.
Batid ko di lahat ay makakaunawa
Sa nais ipabatid ng binitiwang kataga
Gayunpama’y ninanais ko lang naman
Na kahit minsan, tunay na ako’y aking maipahayag.
Bigkis ng PusoNi Danilyn N. Domingo, BSEd 4B
Sa gitna ng aking pagdurusa
Sa puso ipinalit mo’y ligaya’t pag-asa
Sa pakikihamok sa dagok ng buhay
Kasama ka at naging karamay
Sa masalimuot kong kahapon
Ikaw ang siyang nagpabangon
Sa masidhi kong nakaraan
Ikaw ang nagsilbing sandalan
Ang pusong sugatan
Iyong hinilom at inalagaan
Ngayon, busilak ang pag-ibig
Sa puso ko na nanahanan
Ang hiram kong buhay
Sa’yo ko lamang ito ibabayubay
Ang pag-ibig kong taglay
Pangako, sa’yo iaalay.
In God’s PresenceBy Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B
I’m all alone again,
I feel like I’m secured when I am with you
Problems turn away and worries never appear
You were there in times of trouble
Lifting me up in times of failure
My mind and heart is refreshed so dearly
Your over flowing love covers me tightly
Your embrace that comforts me
Your power that strengthens me
Your peace solemnized my soul
The forgiveness is through it all
Faith that surrounds my whole being
Teaching me to do the impossible
In your presence, I feel so loved
I’m so lucky to search you, oh God!
No one could ever replace the happiness I felt
For my heart keeps singing in the joyous siren
To you, I will never be in harm
For I will always be safe in your loving arms
Being with you is a worthwhile gift
My God, My life, my everything…
CourageousBy Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B
Determined, my fellow youth
Rise from your promise land
Keep moving, keep going
Search for your desires and meet for your dreams
Cherish the opportunities that come in your life
Don’t waste any time, any minute or a second
For it rushed the torched light future
That awaits for you to grab it eagerly
Endure any defiances in your life’s journey
For learnings take place into it so brightly
Just push forward and held a raising hand
Believe that you can, by the power of your will
Take heart! My dearest friend
Be the change to a better society
Speak up and act for what you believe
‘Cause you hold the decision, the young one
Salamat PoNi Jellie F. Dionela, BSCE 1B
Sila ang laging hinihintay
Na kung wala sila’y ang saya ng buhay
Kung minsan ay tinatakasan
Dahil boring daw at kinaiinisan
Pero kung wala sila’y may matututunan ba tayo?
Na kung wala sila’y may makakamit ba tayo?
Lahat ng ginagawa nila’y para sa atin
Sana’y pahalagahan natin at pagyamanin
Masaya kami ng dahil sa inyo
Binigyan ninyo ng kulay ang aming mundo
Dahil sa inyo kami’y natututo
Salamat po sa mga turo niyo.
Mr. HawkBy Kimberly R. Lacorte, BSEd 4A
You taught me how to walk, without using my feet
You taught me how to see, when darkness unseen
You taught me how to row, without the oar
And life without you, I’m nothing for sure
Never my feathered friend or caricature,
Who does coin smile or eased my venture.
Never soft hearted, never a savior
Yet exhibits a so called, “angelic feature”?
He owns no beak, yet lips do hit
Through verses of nastiness that no one commits
Assassinates my soul, strip off my sensitivity
And washed out last drop of my sympathy.
My bravery awakens every time I stared,
Straight at his sharp eyes that seemed to kill,
The remaining part of me that he leisurely tears
Every time he failed to distinguish all my fears.
“It’s you whom I’m frightened , it’s you whom I’m scared
‘Cause I’m not that brave enough to know that you dared,
Causing us pain, discomfort, and suffering
When in fact you should be the one saying, ’Fighting!’
“Please try to know how I really feel
Every time I shed millions of tears
Usually At times when no one can hear
The lightning of your anger comes from nowhere.”
Hope slowly fades with no remaining space,
Even tiny fragment of respect, you eliminate!
Yet I’m hoping that everything will turn right
As a good friend from above led my journey in life.
JOLLYEDITOR-IN-CHIEF
JEMUELASSOCIATE EDITOR
QUEENEMANAGING EDITOR
ALLYNNEWS EDITOR
ANNSENIOR STAFF WRITER
RAFAELLITERARY EDITOR
VINCENTSPORTS EDITOR
WILFREDFEATURE EDITOR
JANZJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
CLARISSAJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
JOHN BREXJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
AIMEEJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
CRISA MAE JUNIOR STAFF WRITER
JULIE ANNJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
EMANUELSENIOR STAFF WRITER
YEZAJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
DENMARKCARTOONIST
JELLIEJUNIOR STAFF WRITER
JOESTINECARTOONIST
JOHN CARLCARTOONIST
SYRAPHOTOJOURNALIST
ANDREAPHOTOJOURNALIST
JAPHETHCARTOONIST
JULIUSCARTOONIST
WHAT
QUALIFIES ATO
BE
The quality of being humane speaks for nobility in a
person’s speech and conduct. Here, nobility pertains
to an excellent moral character. To be humane, one
should learn to see himself/herself in the image of his/her
fellow. By the same token, get rid of those conceited, self-
deluded and egotistical colors in your veins.
Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A
Editor-in-Chief
Humans, in the very first place, are the finest
creations, God, the Ultimate Designer has made. But
what set’s us apart from the rest of God’s creation? It is
our characteristic of being humane. Being humane is not
something to be defined but something to be understood.
Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2
Associated Editor
Being humane means doing good things not only for
your own welfare but for the sake of other people as
well. When you are kind and helpful to your fellows, you
are practically being humane.
Queene M. Quinton, BS Info. Tech. 3A
Managing Editor
Humans are rational creatures but humans do have
emotions. These emotions allow us to feel fear,
compassion, sympathy, happiness, despair, and with
these feelings, we don’t just think for ourselves but for other
people. So when there is someone hurt, it is okay for them
to be hurting and for us to feel their pain because what
we feel is relevant and completely valid for it makes us
more humane.
Allyn T. Artates, BSCE 3
News Editor
You are a rational creation. You know what is wrong
as well as what is right. So if you take into action what
you know is right to do, then you are humane indeed.
Wilfred G. Briones, BSIT 1C
Feature Editor
Breathe in and breathe out. Hearts pumping, desire
coursing through their veins. Pain lances through
every human fiber. Happiness overflows. Decadent
love forever creeps, forever waits. Feelings, emotions, and
needs- these make us alive. We are human because we
feel. It is the very essence of our existence.
Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4
Literary Editor
Unarguably, humans are different in nature; raised
differently in a unique society; vulnerable in some
ways. But in my own point of understanding, a person
is humane if he/she is tenacious; outstanding even at hard
times; persistent and patient.
Vincent Hamn S. Oczon, BSCE 4
Sports Editor
In order to be humane, one has to do good and to
do the right things. Mahirap talaga magpakatao, sa
katunayan, pinag-aaralan pa nga natin ito. Just live
the life you wanted without hurting others.
Ann D. Mangilaya, BSEd 4A
Senior Staff Writer
We are born imperfectly as human. But like Yin and
Yang, if we have our negative side, still, there is
goodness in us and that is being humane. You only
start to be it when you first care for your own self then
understand the feelings of others and live with the value of
humility.
Emanuel Luis F. Magtoto, BS Info. Tech. 2A
Senior Staff Writer
We are perfectly imperfect. Therefore, we should
not judge others for their imperfections as if we are
perfect. We also know that we can’t please
everybody; therefore we should live as what we really are
instead of pretending to be somebody else. Because for
me, “It is much better that you hate me for who I really am
than love me for who I am not.”
Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A
Junior Staff Writer
A human being can only be considered humane
when he learns to be considerate on what others
feel. The primary trait of learning how to love what
he does and the sensitivity to whatever is happening
around him. A human is humane when he possesses the
vulnerability; something that makes us human indeed.
Janz M. Sampaton, BS Info. Tech. 1B
Junior Staff Writer
A humane person is someone who is able to
perform acts. Not only for the benefit of himself but
also of others. He is rational yet humble, ambitious yet
grateful, strong-willed yet caring, just yet forgiving, free-
minded yet vigilant-- in short balanced.
John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B
Junior Staff Writer
They say that it is easy to be human but it is difficult
to be humane. No one is perfect, and it is hard to
be perfect because only God is perfect and doing
what is right is enough to be humane.
John Carl S. Esbieto, BSEd 3B
Cartoonist
What makes mankind to be such is not only that they
have two legs without feathers, but also that they
have the ability to discern. Humankind has an
objective perspective, in order to grasp human nature, we
should first recognize and analyze it as it is, just as we treat
natural beings.
Yeza Crystael A. Bulahan, BS Info. Tech. 1D
Junior Staff Writer
It is when he/she obeys the commandments of God.
Gin ubra na do tawo base sa ana nga image nga
dapat sundon it sangka tawo.
Denmark B. Francisco, BSEd 4A
Cartoonist
Being humane means knowing the fact that he
can’t stand and live by his own. That he must
accept his mistakes and that he is imperfect. By
knowing these things, a person becomes humane. He
learns to think, speak and act accordingly without having
the feeling of superiority towards his fellowmen.
Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A
Junior Staff Writer
Being humane does not require good looks,
popularity, power and wealth; it is how you put
yourself in an essence of respect, dignity and love in
which you ought to give to others. But the most important
is, to know that there is God who made you and to live a
life realizing that only in Him can you find the true meaning
of your existence.
Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B
Junior Staff Writer
Perfect? No! A human doesn’t need to be perfect to
classify himself as humane. Humans don’t need to be
right in everything they do. Human should encounter
mistake once in a while to be humane. Like others say, we
learn from our mistakes. So, I think if we just accept our
mistakes and do something about it, we already classify
ourselves as humane.
Julie Ann Joy R. Jarquio, BSEd 1B
Junior Staff Writer
Being compassionate qualifies a human to be
humane. It shows that humans have helpful hands. A
very good companion and a caring heart to help
others in endless struggles that life may dump on.
Jellie F. Dionela, BSCE 1B
Junior Staff Writer
For a human to be humane, he/she should smile in
celebration of others’ success, breathe in
celebration of his/her own life, and live in celebration
of God’s grace.
Japheth M. Rioja, BSIT 1C
Cartoonist
I know how to love, I know how to hate, I stumble
and fall, and I am much of flaws. I am human, a
rational being. Therefore, I know how to forgive and
to rise again after the fall. I can be humane by means of
accepting my imperfections and weaknesses and by
offering a helping hand to those who need it.
Julius R. Antonino, BSIT 1
Cartoonist
writers’
block
Being humane is like making an artwork. You need to
be careful on what colors you should apply. You
should be careful with every stroke of your brush or
pencil on your masterpiece so that the people who can
see it will get the message that you want to convey. We
need to be careful on our actions, words and attitude so
that we can be considered as humane.
Joestine Clyde V. Tolores, BSIT 1A
Cartoonist
I am imperfect and you are too. But don’t make
imperfections as an excuse to do your
responsibilities, because being humane is another
thing to define.
Syra Arianna A. Romaquin, BSA 1
Photojournalist
Hide not in black linen cloth. Show your true colors.
Doing so is enough for us to be humane.
Andrea D. Flores, BSA 1
Photojournalist
Our being human is like pure potency, it is in our
becoming humane that makes us actualize our
humanity.
Mr. Peter R. Arboleda
Adviser
Your being apathetic, sympathetic, and emphatic
to humanity – these qualify a human to be
humane.
Mrs. Cherry Mae R. Teodosio
Adviser
comics
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KUDOS
To realize a single vision takes heaping teaspoons ofunity and determination. A single article will not be putdown in this paper if not for the volume of efforts andteamwork our editorial board had devoted to comeup with a successful phase of publication. Surely, oursuccess will be in no way possible with the absence ofthe following individuals who unselfishly shared theirtime and expertise. So, with all pride and honor, weheartily thank you.
To our dear advisers, Sir Peter and Ma’am Che for thecups of encouragement and inspiration. Thank you foryour guidance and for dedicating your time besidesyour busy routines. To our content critics, Ma’am deAngel (English Critic) and Ma’am Tosoc (Filipino Critic)for being patient and considerate in refining ourwritten works. To our Campus Director, Dr. Biray for yourall-out support and words of wisdom. To our formeradviser, Ma’am Loannie for your continuing supportand assistance. To Mr. Herwin for your generosity insharing your ideas and opinions contributive to ourpublication. To our student contributors for sharing yourliterary talents. To Ma’am Sarah Joy for allowing herstudents’ masterpieces be included in our magazine.
To the LGU Malinao especially to Mayor Igoy for yourfavorable response to our request. Thank you for lettingus feature the glamour and history of your municipalityin this sem’s publication.
To our beloved and compassionate family for yourboundless understanding and kindness. This page is notenough to pour down our words of gratitude for you.
Our profound thanks also go to the entire CITcommunity. To the faculty, staff and students for beingour motivation in burning midnight candles just torealize this semester’s issue. All our endeavors will bemeaningless if not for your presence. To those wemight not have recognized but have extended theirassistance, a million thanks. Thank you for being with usin our journey.
On top of all is our ceaseless thanks to our dear Creatorfor the gift of intellect and for gracing our daily rituals ofwriting and touching lives as we go on our respectiveways. Nothing will be materialized without His DivineProvidence.
Nagahiyum-hiyum nga gapasaeamat kinyo tanan.
To God be the highest glory!
JOLLY E. LAURIANO
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
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We would like to express our apologies
for the following discrepancies in our
previous publications:
• Misprinted page on the article
entitled, “Simply All About Love.”
• Grammatical errors on the news
article entitled, “ASU-CIT conducts
General Orientation 2013.”
We would like to acknowledge the
following owners and sources of various
photos, illustrations and other visual media
found in this publication:
• Aye Chan Aung• Tourism Office of the Municipality of Malinao
• Honorable Mayor Wilbert Ariel I. Igoy
• LGU Malinao
• Facebook Page of LGU Malinao• Earl Masangkay of Aklan Kamera Org
• Andrew P. Abayon
• Julius R. Antonio
• John Carl S. Esbieto
• Denmark Francisco
• Kay-ann M. Lopez
• Jemuel B. Garcia III
• Lawrence Yang of
blowatlife.blogspot.com
• Kodih by Deviantart
• Joestine Clyde V. Tolores
• Jolly E. Lauriano
• Herwin I. Antonino
• John Brex B. Briones
• Syra Arianna A. Romaquin
• Andrea D. Flores
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Editor-in-Chief JOLLY E. LAURIANO, BSEd 4A; Associate Editor and Layout Artist JEMUEL B.
GARCIA III, BSA 2; Managing Editor QUEENE M. QUINTON, BS Info. Tech. 3A; News Editor
ALLYN T. ARTATES, BSCE 3; Feature Editor WILFRED G. BRIONES, BSIT 1C; Literary Editor
RAFAEL JERICHO E. MAGALIT, BSA 4; Sports Editor VINCENT HAMN S. OCZON, BSCE 5; Senior
Staff Writers ANN D. MANGILAYA, BSEd 4A, EMANUEL LUIS F. MAGTOTO, BS Info Tech 2A;
Junior Staff Writers JANZ M. SAMPATON, BS Info Tech 1B, CLARISSA LORENZ I. ALFONSO,
BSEd 2A, JOHN BREX B. BRIONES, BSCE 1B, CRISA MAE G. DALA, BSEd 2A, AIMEE JANE D.
URETA, BSEd 2A, JULIE ANN JOY R. JARQUIO, BSEd 1B, YEZA CRYSTAEL A. BULAHAN, BS Info.
Tech. 1D, JELLIE F. DIONELA, BSCE 1B; Photojournalists SYRA ARIANNA A. ROMAQUIN, BSA 1,
ANDREA D. FLORES, BSA 1; Cartoonists DENMARK B. FRANCISCO, BSEd 4A, JAPHETH M.
RIOJA, BSIT 1C, JULIUS R. ANTONIO, ASIT 1 A, JOHN CARL S. ESBIETO, BSEd 3B, JOESTINE
CLYDE V. TOLORES, ASIT 1A; Adviser Mr. PETER R. ARBOLEDA; Co-Adviser,
Mrs. CHERRY MAE R. TEODOSIO English Critic Mrs. APHRILE L. De ANGEL; Filipino Critic
Mrs. LEUNAMATILEME G. TOSOC; Consultant Dr. ERSYL T. BIRAY
The Aklan Tradesman Publication
EDITORIAL BOARDA.Y. 2014-2015
Magnum
I am a spectrum –A multitude of beating tintsPainter of my fate, molder of my beingThe Master’s grandest designI am a human.
Opus
JUNE-OCTOBER 2014
VOL. XVIII, NO. 1
ARTWORK BY Joestine Clyde V. Tolores, ASIT 1A
WORDS BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B