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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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editor. We welcome your suggestions

and contributions. Please send your

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The Editorial Board reserves the right to

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ERATUM

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

• Google Images

• www.pinterest.com

• www.deviantart.com

• www.wordpress.com

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