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Summer Fun

The sun is finally at its full glory and is now torturing us with its deadly rays of heat and

light. This could only mean one thing: summer’s here! It means time to get out of the jackets and jeans

and into our shorts and slippers! The beach is always a must-go, of course, it’s a summertime tradition.

Some of us will be spending our summers in school taking up six units of what could

have been six weeks of pure, unimaginable fun. Most of the lucky people will be enjoying their summer to

the fullest, backpacking to other countries, or relaxing at the comfort of their own homes. I guess most of

us feel what I feel when I get really into the summer—I get bored and wish I were back in school.

But there are things we can do so that we won’t get bored while hibernating from the

stress that is college. Whether cruising the River Thames, or DVD marathon-ing alone at home, we all can

do something equally fun and worthwhile. And that is… Yes get ready for it…

I swear Migz will get angry for the over usage of ellipses…

But I’ll use them anyway…

Get ready for it…

It is…

The classic summer leisure program which makes us feel good because when we

finish one because it gives us a sense of accomplishment—writing.

Yes, writing, and I’m not kidding you.

When I was in third year high school, I blogged a lot. There are a lot of things you get

to think of during the summer that you don’t get to think of while in school because it is only in leisure

time that people get to really think about things. And that gives you a lot of topics to write about. My blog

entry topics ranged from beauty pageants to potato chips to the power of the mind. And I also wrote an

unfinished seven-chapter fan fiction on Pride and Prejudice. All that writing kept me from being bored.

Because even when you think that there’s nothing left to do, as long as ink and paper exist, there willalways be something.

There will always be words, and language.

And it’s a blessing for us to possess them, because without them we’d probably be the

most boring aliens in the universe. So go ahead, imaginative earthlings! Write!

Credits Pseudonym Contributor

Julia Antoinet

MacaranasMark John KinRivera

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Table of Contents

Faithful BloodHope 4

Julian 5Irony of Soufflé 6

Ash’s Past 11It was just

a dream 9 The Farmer 10

Little Thing 7The Jail Cell Clock 8

Get to Know the Writers 11

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I’m holding a necklace covered with wooden beads.Voice whispers blessed chant.

As I felt the breathless heat, my eyes wereinvaded by tears. Is it regret or misfortune? Myagony depends on ancient scriptures. Vatican neverinformed us about this, nor did the missionaries.

Pacific chewed Everest and the arrows of

Zeus cut Liberty’s head. Humans planted droughtuntil famine appeared. Now, I have no space tooccupy, detained by gigantic red strokes.

“I believe in God the father almighty, Creatorof heaven and earth” I said while bleeding and

burning to death. I cried hopelessly for stairway.Amen.

Faithful Bloodby Jedrus Patron

HopeBy Julia Antoinette Macaranas

Green frost is breathing

In the paralyzed forest.Brown leaves on the ground.




JulianBy: Joanne Sheana Baltazar

Everything starts when I put my headphones

on and close my eyes on a spell.First I am in a state of nothingness. It’s

like my head has been placed in a vacuum, tsecluded from the material world, longing forsomething earthly to touch my ears deafened

by the absence of sound.Dum. Dumdumdum. I hear the rousingbeat of the vibrating bass string. The drumscrash in, the guitars rhythmically following.After a second and fourteen, the four havecreated enchanting euphony. But all that is

forgettable. It is the voice of the song thatmakes it all worth listening to.

It’s fascinating how all that sound cancome from a single heavy breath. It’s like thewaves sucking all the air from the atmospher

above and channeling it to the water’s depth Your voice like the sea starts out rough, butbreaks up on the shore gently, soothingly, ornot, power-smashing the resisting rocks,leaving an unseen mark of incomparableimpact. The words tumble gently like beads o

sweat, gracefully rolling from the base to thePseudonym | Issue 1 | April 2009 |



Irony of SouffléBy Julia Antoinette Macaranas

It is gravity; it must be, or there is no reasonableexplanation why.

It was nonexistent, during the first time we met. There was no trace of it at all, none at all as far as I couldtell that occasion. ‘It’s because of volleyball,’ he said.Before, it was as flat as a pancake with even a hint of tone.It was a physique worth drooling over but not anymore.

Now, it is soft ice cream, melting slowly on its

denim cone. It is a product most probably by carelessnessand lack of controlling oneself; in no exercise and lazingaround long periods of time. No wonder that his build is nolonger a ghost of its former glory. He was jelly, its sidesgoing over the rim, but not overflowing per se.

But what I do not understand is why, despite hispapaya figure, I cannot help but be drawn towards him.Especially my lips, sometimes fingers, they have thetendency to gravitate to his flab. It seems that the biggerthis muffin gets, the more attracted I am to it. I keptthinking that what it is with him that pulls me so. I loveaesthetically pleasing things, and siopao figures are notwithin that category.

I never really noticed the paunch he was gettinguntil it was beyond his capacity to hide it under his shirt.

And without his shirt, I am often reminded of Pizza Hut’smushroom soup with the pastry crust. Pastry crust wasn’tavailable a few years ago, now it is a crowd favorite. Butwhy am I more drawn to him than I am to an averageperson? It was a Zen moment that answered it all; ananswer that lies in the most simplest and ordinary things.It was Gravity, one of the four fundamental forces at thelevel of elementary particles. How simple can you get? Andgravity states that a matter of lesser mass is attracted to




Little ThingKing Rivera

For almost three years of being acquainted with her, Iknew a lot about her. For starters, she lives in my nearbyvillage and I often see her in Father Joy’s mass. I wassurprised, the first time I saw her, I thought that churchwas the last place I’d be seeing the new face.

She sat on the left side, I was on the other side so Icould see her neck and that little thing on it. I thought itwas just a big black bug that got stuck.

I saw her again when my friends and I were on ourway to school. She hid her short black hair with a cap. Wesaw her Adam’s apple too. From a distance, she could bethought of as a guy because of her gesture. Personally, Ithought that the black thing was something which cameout from her Adam’s apple.

We studied at the same school and belonged tothe same class. Eventually, we became friends. Once whenwe ate lunch together, I asked her what the black thingreally was. She told me that it was just an infected pimple.

When we were at the library doing some research,I again asked her about it. I insisted that the pimple thingwas not believable. I noticed it grew a little larger thanbefore. Quite irritated, she ignored me. Before I utter asingle word, she told me to stop asking senseless things. Iapologized and promised not to bother her again.

Days passed, we'd been busy for exams and otherstuffs that we didn't manage to fix the conflict. We hadsome small talks about group works and nothing more.

That was a year ago. We weren’t able to talk aftergraduation until we met again just these past few days. I

noticed her mole, that grew a little smaller. But I didn’tPseudonym | Issue 1 | April 2009 |



The Jail Cell Clock Riddle

You are locked in a jail cell with no windows. and you

need to tap out a message on the wall for the man inthe other cell next to you. The problem is that you haveto do it at exactly 9:15 PM, when the guard outside isswitched, so your noise won't be noticed. You can't hearthe switching of the guards through your walls, and youhave no clock.

There is a faucet with water dripping very

consistently from it in the corner, but you don't know if it is dripping at 30 or 40 or however many drops perminute, and that wouldn't give you the time in any case. You can just make out the chiming of a church bell, butit chimes just once at the top of each hour, so you can'ttell the time from that. You can feel the wall facing weststart to cool after the sun sets, but you don't know what

time the sun is setting, and this isn't very precise in anycase. Your dinner is always passed into your cellbetween 6:15 and 6:45. How do you determine when itis exactly 9:15 PM?

How Many Seconds?If a clock takes six seconds to strike six times at six

o'clock, how many seconds will it take to strike eleventimes at eleven o'clock?

T h e J a i l C e l l C l o c k R i d d l e A f t e r d i n n e r a r r i v e s , y o u l i s t e n f o r t h e c h u r c h b e l l . S i n c e d i n n e r c o m e s b e t w e e n 6 : 1 5 a n d 6 : 4 5 , t h e n e x t c h i m i n g h a s t o b e a t 7 : 0 0 P M . W h e n y o u h e a r i t , y o u s t a r t t o c o u n t t h e d r i p s f r o m t h e f a u c e t u n t i l y o u h e a r t h e c h i m e a g a i n a t 8 : 0 0 P M . D i v i d e t h e n u m b e r o f d r i p s b y f o u r , a n d y o u ' l l h a v e t h e n u m b e r o f d r i p s t h a t f a l l i n f i f t e e n m i n u t e s ( O r y o u c a n d i v i d e b y s i x t y t o g e t t h e d r o p s p e r m i n u t e , a n d t h e n m u l t i p l y t h i s b y f i f t e e n ) . W h e n t h e b e l l c h i m e s a g a i n a t 9 : 0 0 , y o u s t a r t c o u n t i n g d r i p s u n t i l y o u r e a c h t h e s p e c i f i e d n u m b e r . I t i s n o w 9 : 1 5 P M , a n d t i m e t o t a p o u t y o u r m e s s a g e . H o w M a n y S e c o n d s ? 1 2 s e c o n d s . T h e t i m i n g w o u l d n a t u r a l l y s t a r t o n t h e f i r s t s t r i k e . A t s i x , t h e r e w o u l d b e f i v e m o r e s t r i k e s i n t h e n e x t s i x s e c o n d s , f o r a t i m e o f 1 . 2 s e c o n d s p e r s t r i k e . A f t e r t h e f i r s t s t r i k e a t e l e v e n , t h e f o l l o w i n g t e n s t i k e s w o u l d t h e n t a k e 1 2 s e c o n d s .




It was just a dream Jedrus Patron

As the dusk swallowed the empty sky, the wind whistled a mint bluebreeze. Inhabitants of the big apple seemed to be drained andexhausted for they didn’t noticed chill’s invasion. Zephyr whispered afreezing breath which made those opened windows sway according tothe wind’s rhythm. Everything seemed to be noiseless, until a Japanese

man named Hiro broke silence with a scream. Suddenly, he rose upfrom his soft white bed. Filled with sweat in his face, he was hardlycatching up his breath. Slowly, he went outside of his room.

The room was filled with noises of explosions. He saw a thinman wearing a black fixed tuxedo, standing in the front of a flat screen

TV. The man was reading a brown paper. Secretly, Hiro grabbed hissamurai and attacked the unknown man. In a short glimpse, Hirofigured it out that it was his best friend, Ando. Ando’s eyes grew wideand his face became pale. He unintentionally dropped the brown paper.“Yu isker mi Ando? Yu sud be in Japan, wai ar yu hir? Haw did yu getinsayd (Japanese accent)? Ando picked up the paper and sat down onHiro’s soft white couch. He lighted up a brown stick, and blew a circledsmoke. His aura transformed into a funny clown. “It’s easy for me toget spare key, I’m your sister’s boyfriend.” Hiro sat down beside hispal. He noticed the hands of Ando, trembling while holding a brownpaper. “Watis dat? Watis da probrem.” Ando stopped from giggling.“It’s nothing. It’s a list for a preparation.” He looked straight at Hiro’seyes. He showed Hiro a diamond ring in his index finger. Suddenly,Laughter and rejoices pushed the cold breeze in Hiro’s domain. Hiro’svoice captured the whole street’s attention even in the middle of thenight.

“Wi shud cerebrayt dis. I hab a bater of champagne in dakitsen.” Hiro went to the kitchen. After 2 minutes, he went back with 2shiny goblets and a large green bottle. “Dis is a ispesiyar okaysion.”Hiro transferred champagne from the bottle to the goblets. He noticedthat the bottle was already empty, yet the goblet of Ando remain half filled. He went back to kitchen. Ando placed his arms inside his rightpocket. He obtained a small tube like bottle with a mixture inside of it.He transferred the mixture in to the goblet of Hiro. After a short while,Hiro went back with another large green bottle. “Hiro, I need to go tothe bathroom, where should I go?” Hiro demonstrated the direction toAndo. “Jast enter may rum, en den tern rep. Yu cud si a white door onda rep sayd, dats da CR.”

Ando went to the CR. He picked out his cellphone from hisright pocket. He dialed a number. His voice sang agony and misery. Hiseyes shed pain in liquid form. His heart was filled with fear as itpumped rapidly. “Don’t hurt her. I did what you have told me to do.

Please, I’m begging. Don’t hurt Kimiko.” Ando hanged up the phone. Heviewed again the brown paper: Choose between your best friend andPseudonym | Issue 1 | April 2009 |



The FarmerJoanne Sheana Baltazar

The cock crows with the hesitation of yet a brand new day of worn-o

plastic, spilling coffee on a dehydrated fence. The sun smirks

affirmation. An overture…

We all awaken from the night’s sleep ration, with you

perhaps going undisturbed. Bitzer’s was possibly stupid. But I am n

either of you. Each night, when the yellow orb tires, and you a

retire to the measly barn I have set up for you years ago wh

nothing was essentially known, I sleep through the darkness with

eyes wide open, thinking that another day will slide on through li

the others that have passed. I am sick of the mundane stupidi

imposed on all of us by ourselves. I can’t wait for the Santa Anas

come—if we were in California, I swear I’d believe in anything.

I smother my chin with chunky white gunk, not really mindin

the blade, but the manner in which I will make my exit (or is it

entrance?). Why is it that whenever anything happens I always appe

to be the fool? I will never forget the day I discovered the dung y

so carefully positioned in my teapot. You’ve trashed my house a

miserably tried to clean up—all that and more with just four th

gray legs! If you live to bully young girls, steal water supply, me

with metal detectors, and take away sunlight from eager bathers, w

choose a lowly farmer wearing blurry glasses on a seemingly eyelehead? Why not a desperate scientist on the other side of the scre

ready to take advantage of you?

I walk to the door, stretching my arms for a yawn, and o

with a cod smile plastered on my face, teeth yellowing from Engli

dentistry failing. It’s like I’m designed not to feel—a pitiful rob

made to be as it is all the time. I do not want this. But still

walk in this design towards the shed, disengaging the decaying port

slowly, so as to give time for your daily aerobic to finish. It m

all be well, this set-up, and there may be no points for me complain, but how strong does that bleat at Vic’s final lines mo

me!

I wish I could let know of my awareness, of what I feel, a

how I want this and that to be. However I am just a thick farmer wh

supposedly knows nothing so you could shine in every possible way. I

things went on the way I wanted, then things would be boring for yo

and everything would be pointless. Anyway, things like these ha

their advantages: I get to be on TV and I can eat lamb chops witho

feeling guilty.




Ash's PastKing Rivera

It was the rarest creature of all, a big cat-like Pokemonhaving a natural armor. I wondered why I hadn't seen onebefore. I don't know why I felt an absurd connection withhim. I stared at Mewtwo, finding it hard to decide whichPokemon to choose to battle against him. Pikachu, tooscared of what's happening, backed away from me. Hemust have read my thoughts.

It was so important for Pikachu to win this battleagainst this mysterious creature, considering the goldenbadge as a price, my ticket to the Hoenn League. SuddenlyI saw Mewtwo utter a few words using a strange language. Then, there was a flash of lightning from far off. Andeverything turned obscure. A freak vision. I turned to stone

Consider for a moment this incredible event that

broke the laws of time and place. Finally, I managed tomove back a few steps. And then, oh God! I was in anotherplace. I screamed loudly as I could, hoping that Pikachu anthe others could hear me.

I focused on the dispersed light. I saw a small cat—like creature with a long and slender tail, lying on the roadIt was a Mew, a young and rare creature, I knew from

having researched in the lab. It was severely wounded. Iobserved him. A young woman walked toward Mew andtook him. It was my mother!

I gave a silent edged cry for her presence. I missedher so much. I was about to hug her when another eventhappened, the Mew turned into a baby.

Nothing, I believed nothing!

Thunder shock. Pikachu brought me back toPseudonym | Issue 1 | April 2009 |



Loves to read

Can’t surv

loves writingso much she

claims shecan live witha pen,paper, and awatermelon

Went to confessio

after writi“FaithfuBlood”

s her greatest ideas ine shower which causesr to slow down whichuses her to get scoldedher parents

Wants to write and illustrata children’s story book

came up with the idea of writing something about theorigin of Ash using a nicetwist that Pokemon geekscould relate and enjoyreading.

Wrote abouta girl namedNikki RuthLopez




e never been this crazy about a cartoon since the beginnings of Spongebobuarepants. Forgive me for being childish. However I found great inspiration ins stop-motion because 1) it is an animation with no dialogue, 2) the characterse interesting and 3) the farmer rarely had a say with anything. He was barelyard, and so I wanted to give him a voice. I wanted him to be justified, to be notked on as stupid and ignorant. I wanted to show his hurt, his awareness, hiselligence. I wanted to make him look good in front of the audience. And so camee Farmer. I think my classmates, professor and I thought the same things abouty work, because they expressed the same comments I had about it, and I’mppy they gave me suggestions. The depiction of the farmer’s awareness and thembolism of the “blind” thingy was really the most problematic for me, putting thetting people relate and understand issue aside”. What I did was I tried to

mphasize some stuff, so that the readers will grasp things better, and cut some of e descriptions because it was also in one of the comments that I describe toouch. I didn’t change the beginning and ending, though, I think they’re fine (and In’t remove the ellipsis either, I think it’ll be ugly if I didn’t use it). =P I just hope

at after this revision readers shall be able to understand better and hopefully seeaun on TV. =Dage 10)

ally, I have created a title for my work! I chose Julian, it’s the name of y stalkee, and I think it’s perfect for the piece. Direct and simple. Iote about Julian the rock star because even though he’s so far awayd unreachable, I always felt this connection, this understanding of him,d I can always feel him when I watch him talk or sing. I know, it’spossible for me to know that, but I really feel that, especially when Ien to their songs (which are all written by him). This explains myroductory paragraphs, by the way. The comments were mostlysitive, except for a few on my inconsistent images. I didn’t reallyange the piece much, I added and omitted a few words here and there.anted to present a certain calmness at first, then go to the euphoric,

azy, drug-ish kind of climax, then going back to calm. I think I achievedat and I didn’t want to change it. But I really did think about the lastragraph. A lot. I was debating if I should keep it or change it. The thingI wanted the reader to think about what is behind that singer’s voice. Iess one would have to know Julian’s family history to find out. =P So Icided to keep it, but I used kitten instead of kitty-cub because I thoughte cat-dash-cat pattern was already overused. I kept it because I wantle stories to form in my reader’s heads. =)

age 4)

Jed is a certified Heroes addict and an ultimate fan oNakamura, one of the lead characters in this American series. For Jed, HiAndo's friendship is very ideal. It's good to have a true friend like Ando w

risk everything (even his job) just to help his best friend in fulfilling his dreaunintentionally save the world because he only cared about Hiro's safety. O

other hand, priorities of Hiro are different. He also cares about Ando of courshe believes that the welfare of the majority of the people is more importan

the sake of an individual person. When Jed is writing, he always deal withtwists. Breaking the supposed to be perfect friendship of Ando and Hiro i

challenge for Jed. Aside from their friendship, what are the things or who apersons who linked Ando and Hiro. Ando fell in love with Kimiko, sister of Hithought that this detail can be useful in order to make the the ideal friend

Hiro and Ando possible and realistic. idea of bre

(p

Jed is a fan of Dan Brown's masterpieces particularly Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code. Most of thehe is misunderstood by other people as anti-Christ especially by his former classmates in DLSU. Actually

really a devoted Roman Catholic follower who just adore Brown's unique and majestic style of writing. He lo

way Brown conceptualized Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci code from scratch. He also fascinated wtwists that Brown have provided. Jed take Brown's novel as a fantastic literary work rather than a destabilizatthe Catholic church. For him, the noise which Brown's novel created serves as an evidence of being effective

realistic. Jed thought of the concept of the end of the world after seeing theassigned picture. He has this impression that people portrayed in the painting a

dependent and ignorant. Inspired by Brown's novel, he also used the same themstyle. His intention is to create a story that will

another possible outcome or angle of the religiosity of people. It is fictional. However, he stand that if people will not be careful

their actions, there is a possibility that this situation will (PA

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ON THE WORKS



The inspiration of this piece is a special person for me in class. I’ve knownfor m

than four years, and well, we’re going out. This body part of his is somewe often had a disagreement on. I like him the way he is butcomplains about it. I wrote this to kind of playfully insult him

complimenting I decided to let the piece be. Except for the little errors and the omitted

sentence, nothing has changed in this piece from the workshop days. I feltthe definition of the gravity actually helps the work. There is also no nee

transition todefinition, because it emphasizes the Zen (sudden realization/enlightenm

explanation. The definition also creates a kind of irony between the gravity bsimple into something scientific, something com

And, the title, I know that “soufflé” is not found anywhere in this piece, but the work in my perspective. The soufflé’s shape is similar to all my exampthis piece. However, the soufflé’s enemy is gravity, for it has a tendency t

rather quickly when taken out of the oven and is considered a failure ifimmed

(pa

The subject is moss, and how it is able to live in a bleak forest, walmost everything is dead. It is a symbol of hope; that there is sti

even in the most desolate of places. The last line was changecreate a new image to further enhance my i

(Pag


My work for the fan fiction exercise bears out the deep passion I have for thestory of Pokemon. I think my work (first draft) simply tells and narrates aseries of events. My ideas come immediately out according to some critics.The reason for this style of writing is for all the readers to fully grasp theprose even if they don't have any idea or background of the story. Thecommon problem for some fan fictions is that some readers can't relate onthe prose as it requires a little knowledge of the story. Melissa Cabralmentioned the twists were so sudden and commented on the impact of theending. She also advised to make Ash's character narrate less seriously andof less formal tone.

I revised the style of writing by putting images and figures of speech that

you have to work a little hard to find. T experimented also on the way Ashtalks and tried to make him sound less serious and unaware like the he wasintroduced in the original story. Miguel Toribas suggested to rephrase thelast part so as to give an impact. What I did is to suggest a shocking but nottoo telling ending. As for the title, I chose not to change it although itseemed not subtle enough for some critics. This is to emphasize the idea of an important event in Ash's life, his past.

It also shows the irony that Ash, being the conquerer of the Pokemon world isunaware that he himself is a Pokemon.(page 9)



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