The Aklan Tradesman Magazine (Volume 54, No 1) by The Aklan Tradesman Publication

THE OFFICIAL STUDENT MAGAZINE OF THE AKLAN STATE UNIVERSITY-COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL TECHNOLOGY

Magnificent

MALINAO Explore and experience Aklan’s budding tourism gemstone!

PASSION BEYOND

ADVOCACY Be inspired by the story of Aye, a girl who amidst the adversities of life, became successful in her own field

HUMANISM REDEFINED Read the story behind this publication’s cover.

PLUS OPINIONS

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SHORT STORIES

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WRITERS’ BLOCK

OF Human The 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.

WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A PHOTO BY Kay-Ann M. Lopez, BSCE 1B

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NOTE HUMANITY IN SPECTRUM Much 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!

JOLLY E. LAURIANO EDITOR-IN-CHIEF

DISCOVER SECTION

HUMANISM REDEFINED

MAGNIFICENT MALINAO

PASSION BEYO ADVOCACY

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Anong

Klaseng ISINULAT NI Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B

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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’tibang 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?”

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BUHAY PAIT•ASIM•TAMIS ISINULAT NI Ann D. Mangilaya, BSEd 4A

Walang buhay na perpekto. Lahat ay may depekto. May pagkukulang, pamimintas at mga di kanais-nais na mga bagay na dumarating sa buhay na maaaring sumubok sa ating pagkatao. Sa kabilang dako, may mga bagay rin naman na nagiging rason ng ating kalakasan gaya ng pagmamahal, inspirasyon at mga pangarap na ating kinakapitan. Huwag nating hayaang malugmok tayo sa matitinding hagupit ng mga pagsubok sa ating buhay. Sa pagmulat pa lang ng ating mga mata, nakahain na ang realidad ng buhay. Magkahalong pait, asim at tamis, ayaw man natin o sa hindi, kailangan nating matikman ito upang tayo’y mabuhay. Ito ay mga sangkap sa ating buhay na singhalaga ng pagkaing nagbibigay lakas, sustansiya at bumubusog sa ating pagkatao. Una, nariyan ang pait sa ating buhay. Pilit man natin itong iwasan, kailangan nating lunukin at tiisin ang hindi kaayaayang lasa nito. Pagsubok, bagyo, sakit at kabiguan ang siyang mga pangunahing sangkap na lumilikha o nagdudulot ng pait sa buhay ng mga tao. Nariyan ang kaba, lungkot at takot sa pagtikim ng mapapait na sangkap. May iiyak, matatakot, mayroong handang magtiis at aasang mauubos din ang pait ngunit mayroon ding susuko at aayaw at nanaisin na lang na itigil na ang laban sa kanilang pang-araw-araw na buhay. Pangalawa ay ang asim. Ito ‘yong mga bagay na nagpapakilig sa atin. Isa na riyan ang pagkakaroon ng paghanga sa isang tao, pagkagusto o pag-ibig. Ito ay nagbibigay kiliti sa atin at kadalasan, pikit-matang ninanamnam ang asim. Kaya marahil sinasabing bulag ang pagibig dahil nagpapadaig tayo sa kilig at

sensasyong naidudulot nito. Huli ma’y ito naman ang pinakamasarap, pinakapaborito at pinakahinahanap-hanap na sangkap. Ang tamis. Tagumpay, kaginhawaan, kapayapaan o katahimikan ay ang mga pangunahing sangkap na tumitimpla sa tamis ng buhay. Masasayang halakhak, puno ng pag-asa at higit sa lahat, pagiging kuntento ang ating nararamdaman kapag matatamis na ang nakahain sa ating buhay. Ang mga sangkap na ito ang siyang nagbibigay kulay sa ating buhay. Dito masusubok ang tatag at tapang ng isang tao kung paano niya tatanggapin ang mga nakahaing pagkain ng buhay. Lahat ito ay konektado. Hindi mo mabibigyang halaga o hustisya kung ano ang mga matatamis na nakahain sa iyo kapag hindi mo pa natikman ang mga mapapait. At bilang pantanggal ng umay, nariyan ang maaasim, kumbaga, pampagana sa ating pagkain. S’yempre, hindi rin mawawala ang mga taong nakakasalamuha mo. Sila y’ung mga taong maaaring titingin lamang, tatawa at sasabihing hindi mo kaya o maaari rin namang sila ang tutulong, maniniwalang kaya mo, magiging katuwang at buong pusong sasalo sa mga pagkaing sangkap ng buhay. Higit sa lahat, huwag kalimutan ang magpasalamat sa ating Poong Maykapal na Siyang nagplano, nagtimpla at naghain sa mga sangkap na ito. Hindi Siya magbibigay ng hindi natin kaya. Hindi Siya nagbibigay ng sangkap na kulang sa sustansiya.

COMPUTERIZED

HUMAN B

WORDS BY Emmanuel Luis F. Magtoto, BS Info. Tech. 2A

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?

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 multitude 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 V E R S U S

BASHING

A CHALLENGE TO THE OPINIONATED

WORDS BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B

MASKARA GINSUEAT NI Clarissa Lorenz I. Alfonso, BSEd 2A

“Ro batasan it isaeang ka tawo hay indi mo makit-an sa primirong tueok mo eamang kana, ro minatuod nga imaw hay imo eamang nga masayran kung imo eon imaw nga nakaibahan.” Sa kaabu-abo it tawo nga atong hasusubeang sa adlaw-adlaw natong pagpangabuhi iya sa ibabaw it kalibutan, indi naton masayran kun ano gid man baea ro minatuod nanda nga batasan. May una abi nga mga tawo nga kun kaatubang mo hay matsa anghel gid-ana “kuno” gali pagtalikod hay gasaeanga ta gali ro anang sungay. May una pa ngani karon nga kun makahambae hay madya kung sin-o gid-a nga 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 gid kung sin-ong kagwapahan kung makapuna it mga kakueangang pisikal it iba, matsa uwa man kuno it hin-aga. Uwa gid a anay nanda naisipa 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

sa pinakapunta it imong mga siki ag kung makapalibat hay bongga gid-ana, kat madya manamii gid-a baea eukaron ro anang mata. May una mat-a nga sobra gid a kuno nga relihiyoso ag relihiyosa gali pagsueod sa simbahan hay hala man ra inistorya sa anang kaiping ag magbinantay sa hueag it iba ag itsismis 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 anang minatuod nga batasan bangud ro iba kanda hay nagapanago malang sa likod it isaeang ka manami ag maanyag nga maskara. Ugaling maskin may mga tawo nga nagapakuno-kuno manlang hay may una man gihapon nga manami mat-a ro batasan, kat tawo nga puydi mo nga masaligan ag indi ka pag aywanan maskin kun ikaw hay sa tunga it kadueom, kasubo ag kapipit-an.

WHY WAITING IS HARD? WORDS BY Allyn T. Artates, BSCE 3

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.

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BREVITY & BALANCE

WORDS BY Yeza Cristel Bulahan, BS Info. Tech. 1D

Life is short, live it fairly. Your existence would be useless if you don’t handle life wisely. Always put in your mind that there is no external life in this mortal world, so enjoy life in the way that you could treasure good memories and not waste precious moments and opportunities in your existence. As you live day by day, be wise enough in making decisions for life is said to be your choice. Make sure that every single choice that you make will bring you to a better situation and will result to a better you.

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.

When you want to enjoy, make sure that as you feel happiness and enjoyment, you also feel safe and secure for the things that might happen to you later. Regret is the only and worst feeling that you could ever feel when you’re already tied to the situation.

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.

Make decisions fairly and engage to situations that have good, enough and controllable effects after you suited yourself in the said situation.

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.

Do necessary things that will make you enjoy your everyday life as if there is no more tomorrow and the sun will never rise again. Live young, not wild but free. Life is just a matter of “brevity and balance”!

YOU’RE PRETTY AWESOME! DON’T YOU KNOW THAT? Breaking lightly the concept of COMPLIMENT.

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WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A 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…

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.

Boy 1: Hey Dude! You appear to be noticeably attractive today. What’s your secret?

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.

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 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.

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.

Now, if someone gives applause for your fine and impressive bearing, will you act the proper way or the other creepy and peculiar ways?

STUDYSMARTER, LEARNBETTER

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8 tips from memory researchers BY 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 reread 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 rereading 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. "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 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

understanding, which leads to better memory and learning. Instead of reading and skimming, stop and ask yourself things to make yourself understand the material.“

5) Use flashcards

3) Connect new information to something you already know

"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 — 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.

"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. "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.“

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. "Anything that creates active learninggenerating 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.“

"Flashcards are another good way of doing this. One key to using them is actually re-testing yourself on the ones you got right.

"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. "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.

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.

"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. 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 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

need to use. And you can't learn how to do that unless you have experience dealing with a mix of different types of problems, and diagnosing which requires which type of approach.“

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. "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. "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-learnbetter-8-tips-from-memory-researchers

health

SIDE effects of

MOBILE

PHONES BY Allyn T. Artates, BSCE 3

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. Infograph source: WhoIsHostingThis

The Twilight Necklace

short profile story

WORDS BY Yeza Crystael G. Bulahan, BS Info. Tech 1D 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

that 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.

prose & profile poetry

The Fear in Nothing By 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.

Pretentious

By 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;

Notebook

By 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.

Kahaeagahan

Ni Johna Roberto, BSEd 4A Batyag ko wa man ako it haeaga kimo Aber 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 mata Sakit 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 kimo Palangga mo ako kung owa eon do mga tawo nga una pirmi kimo Kunta 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 haeaga Ag maipabatyag naman kang ro ginatawag nga pagpalangga Palangga ta, kunta ako man palangga mo.

Anatomy of a Man By 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.

Himig Nasa isang sulok ako ng aking silid. Ako ay nagmumuni-muni, tulala sa hangin at malalim ang iniisip. Nakikita ko pa ang mga larawang nasa isang kahon at folder na naglalaman ng mga awiting pinakatago-tago ko sa loob ng dalawang taon. Sa pakikinig ng musika sa aking cellphone, naalala ko na naman ang lalakeng iyon. Naalala ko na naman ang lahat. Tila ang awiting iyon ang nagsilbing ningas upang magbalik ang aking ulirat. Doon ko naramdamang muli ang sakit ng pagkabigo. Sa bawat liriko ng awiting napakinggan ko sa oras na iyon, nagbalik ang mga mapaglarong alaala. Alaalang nagbigay ng nagniningas na panlalamig nitong aking puso. Buwan ng Setyembre… Mula sa magulo kong classroom, napagdesisyunan kong pumunta sa isang kompyuteran upang hanapin ang isang batang lalake na nanatili na lamang sa aking alaala sa paglipas ng panahon. Siya ang aking unang pag-ibig. Siya ay nakita ko sa wakas. Sa pamamagitan ng Facebook, nagsimula ang isang panibagong yugto ng buhay ko. Ang magmahal ng isang taong tila libo-libong milya ang layo sa akin, isang taong nagmula sa aking nakaraan, isang taong wala ng ibang naiwan sa akin kundi mga alaala at isang taong, kailanman ay hindi naging akin. “Naalala mo pa ba ako?” yun ang huling linya na aking sinabi 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 pala siya nakalimot at doo’y nagkaroon ng panibagong sigla ang buhay ko. Nagkaroon kami ng komunikasyon at sa pagkakataong iyon, tuluyang nahulog ang loob ko sa kanya. Gano’n din naman siya. Nagkahulugan nga kami ng loob kahit pa malayo kami sa isa’t isa. Ngunit kailanma’y hindi ko siya nagawang sagutin dahil di ko kaya. 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. Ang takbo ng kwento naming dalawa ay tila naging isang gulong na dinadala ng ikot ng panahon. Meron dapat patunguhan ngunit wala namang kasiguraduhan. Pinuno niya ng musika at awitin ang buhay ko. Bawat liriko’y bumaon sa alaala ko. Sa bawat tawag, nandyan ang isang awiting handa nyang awitin para sa akin. Minsan pa nga’y nagkaroon ng tampuhan, tumawag siya, kinantahan ako habang pinapatunog ang kaniyang gitara. “Sorry na. Nakikinig ka ba? Malamang sawa ka na sa ugali kong ito na ayaw magpatalo at parang sirang tambutso

maikling profile kwento

ISINULAT NI Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A

na hindi humihinto…” Sa kanyang pag-awit, rinig ko ang mga hikbi at yun ang naging sanhi ng aking pag-iyak nung mga oras na yun. Tila kulang pa ang paghagulhol ng aking puso sa pagnanais na makita siya kahit konting oras lang, minuto o segundo. Nagpatuloy na ganoon ang sitwasyon naming dalawa ngunit patuloy rin akong lumalaban. Lumipas ang taon, nandito pa rin ako at walang nagbago sa nararamdaman ko kahit pa sabihing isang kahangalan ang magmahal sa kaniya at manatili sa kanyang alaala. Gayunpaman, siguro nga’y mahirap ipagpatuloy ang ganoong klase ng pag-ibig. Hindi pa man kami nagkikita muli ng personal, unti-unting lumabo ang sitwayon, tila isang tubig sa mababaw na batis na unti- unting dinaluyan ng putik na nanlabo ang lahat. Nawalan na siya ng oras, nawala ang komunikasyon, walang sagot sa mga tawag o mensahe. Naghintay ako, walang dumating. May mga balita galing sa kapatid niya na meron na siyang iba. Hindi ako naniwala. Hanggang sa isang araw, nakatanggap ako ng mensahe galing mismo sa kanya. Mensaheng dumurog sa aking puso at pumatay sa himig ng aking pananaw sa buhay. Mensaheng nagsilbing kamatayan ng buhay na dulot niya simula ng araw na nagkatagpo kami ng landas sa 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 ako nakapagpaalam sa’yo. Sorry talaga, hindi ko sinasadya. Mas mabuti pa nga siguro kung wala muna tayong komunikasyon para hindi na kita nasasaktan pa, para hindi mo maisip na pinapaasa kita, na naghihintay ka sa wala. Hindi ko intensyon na saktan ka, masakit man sabihin pero kailangan. Gusto ko sanang kalimutan na lang natin yung feelings natin para sa isa’t isa. Move on. Hayaan mo munang buksan mo ang puso mo para magmahal ng iba. Bigyan mo ng pagkakataon yung iba para mahalin ka ng lubos. Bagay na hindi ko pa kayang ipakita at iparamdam sa’yo sa ngayon. Hayaan mong punan nila ang mga pagkukulang ko. Hayaan na lang natin ang tadhana ang syang gumawa ng paraan kung paano tayo magkikitang muli. Sana maging masaya ka. I hope we will see each other again gha.” N’ong nabasa ko ang mensaheng iyon, tila ako’y nabingi sa sobrang katahimikan. Sa paglipas pa ng ilang segundo, naramdaman ko ang mainit na agos ng tubig sa aking mukha, narinig ko ang mahihinang hikbi na unti-unting lumakas. Narinig ko ang isang awit, awit na nagpahayag ng pangarap na dinala ng hangin… nakita ko sa aking harapan ang isang unan na tila naging madilim na ulap… Rinig ko ang malalakas na iyak. At sa muling pagmulat ng aking mga mata, nawala ang himig at musika. Sa kwartong iyon, napagtanto kong ako lang pala mag-isa at ang lahat nang narinig ko’y ako rin lang pala.

cover profile story

ARTWORK BY Joestine Clyde V. Tolores, ASIT 1A AS ADOPTED FROM AN ONLINE WEBSITE

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.

Passion BEYOND

Advocacy

WORDS BY Aye Chan Aung and Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2 PHOTOS BY Aye Chan Aung

My 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.

profile profile 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.

PROFILE

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

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

PASSION BEYOND ADVOCACY

Magnificent

MALINAO WORDS BY Jolly E. Lauriano and Herwin I. Antonino, BSEd 4A

Explore 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!

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.

tourism coming from different barangays showoff with their flamboyant costumes to accentuate the celebration’s festive features and lead the cheerful “sadsad” or street dancing. Church of centennial age

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.

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.

Pascua sa Malinao: One of its kind

Spiritual exercise at Fatima Hills

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.

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.

The remarkable Malinao Sto. Niňo Atiatihan 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

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

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 LGU Malinao, and en.Wikipedia.org

MALINAO AS THE BUDDING TOURISM GEMSTONE OF AKLAN. The be all and tell all of Malinao’s majestic wonders

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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

training, 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 EnglishMyanmar magazine when I find time. In 2012, I won the third prize in Onkyo Braille Essay Contest by World Blind Union Asia Pacific (WBUAP). This year 2014 has brought me some golden opportunities to broaden my experience horizon

profile profile internationally. From 12th January to 17th January, I attended a workshop on eliminating violence against women with disabilities which was held in Thailand. From 21st January to 24th January, I joined 7th Asia Pacific Conference on Sexual and Reproductive Health and Rights held in Metro Manila, The Philippines. From both trips, I learned valuable lessons for my future. I could sharpen my cooperation skills and decision making skills. Based on the experience and knowledge from these trips, I vow to contribute to the community as much as I can. In conclusion, my life is full of the ups and downs. But, based on my experiences, I have come to know that nothing is impossible to a willing mind. Although I cannot see anything with my eyes, I can feel everything with my heart. I can now accept that blindness is just a part of my life and not the whole of it. I will always try my best to lead a meaningful life by contributing to the community as much as I can until my last breath. So if Aye, who in one way is visually impaired, did not make her disability hinder her from her dreams and still managed to achieve great things, how about you, who in this time is reading this article cannot reach for your dreams? It is just about willingness, passion, and dedication. In choosing your desired field to take up in college, always remember this quotation, “Make your passion your profession.” And for sure, you’ll be able to live a successful and meaningful life.

So 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.

beauty

MEDIA’S

MAQUILLAGE

WORDS BY Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4

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.

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.

By Tyra Banks

book review

This 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 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

CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU By Shakira ft. Rihanna

I am an avid music lover. Music has a peculiar marvel that can dissolve agonies which disturb the very core of my being.

music review

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.

ALL OF ME

By John Legend

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

CHANDELIER

HUMAN

By Sia

By Christina Perri

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.

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.

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. MUSIC REVIEW BY Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A

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).

DIRECTED BY Michael Bay

DIRECTED BY Josh Boone

movie review

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.

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.

DIRECTED BY Andoy Ranay

DIRECTED BY Luc Besson

MOVIE REVIEW BY Jemuel B. Garcia III, BSA 2

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.

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

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 AudioTechnica 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. 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!

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. 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. GADGET REVIEW BY Queene M. Quinton, BS Info. Tech. 3A

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.

THE STUDENTS’ VOICES HEARD.

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

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. Em-em<07> 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. egmont_05

Kunta man hay patas magpanita do guards natun sa gate. Kung amat abi hay madya ginapili eang du mga ginasita.

Mr. Pogi (ASIT)

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

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

COMPILED BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B

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

Goodbyes

short profile story

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

laughing 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.

RESPAWNED

short profile story

STORY BY Queene M. Quinton, BS Info. Tech. 3A YOUR HERO WILL RESPAWN IN 28 SECONDS.

without even realizing the mere destruction it had brought us.

The computer monitor flashed those words in the upper right corner.

“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.

“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

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.

Of Genuine Friendship

Moonlight

By Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A

By Ann D. Mangilaya, 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

Sitting at the balcony Tired and weary My ears filled with headphones Playing music, my remedy

I dared walk by him With all confidence and reliance Truly was he worthy of my trust A confidant I can rely on

A shimmering light Captured my attention I caught myself picturing a smile It relieves my stress for a while.

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

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.

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

Black and White

By 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.

Applause to My Steward

First Letter

By 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.

Kahit Minsan

By Jolly E. Lauriano, BSEd 4A

Ni Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A

She enters the school’s facade With all grand and confidence Dignified and high-spirited Radiates eagerness to teach and learn

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

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

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.

She speaks with pure morale Puts her words into action Considers the learners’ welfare Like a child is to a mother

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.

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.

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.

prose & profile poetry

These Walls

By 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-CIT By 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.

The Fall

By 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.

Moan

By 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 Heart

By 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.

Essence of Innocence

Poem of Love

By Kimberly R. Lacorte, BSEd 4A

By Ann D. Mangilaya, 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…

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

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

I will stand with you forever Wishing goodbyes will turn to never And we’ll be together Forever and ever, I swear

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

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.

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

By John brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B

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.

Smoke

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.

Alone

By 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 Cloud By 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

prose & profile poetry

Maghihintay Pa Rin Ni 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.

Puwing

Ni 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

Obra Maestra

Ni 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.

Tinatrabaho magliwanag ma’t magdilim Makabuo ng anghel na makakapiling Nang dumating higit labindalawang supling Ngayo’y ipagpapalit sa isang singkong duling

Ni Aimee Jane D. Ureta, BSEd 2A

Maagang namasukan para magtrabaho Patak ng luha sigaw ay kolehiyo Kolehiyala’y ayaw na bang matuto? Nang magwikang “Ayoko na,pagod na ko!”

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

Ikaw, sya, ako, sila ,tayo May kanya-kanyang pasan, may kanya-kanyang kwento Patutunguhan ng away at pagtatalo Sa reyalidad walang makapagpapabago

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.

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

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.

Minsan subukan nga nating tanungin Ating sariling minsa’y bulag din Di makita mumunting ningning Ng dahil lamang sa simpleng “puwing.”

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.

Kahit Minsan

In God’s Presence

Bigkis ng Puso

By Crisa Mae G. Dala, BSEd 2B

Ni Danilyn N. Domingo, BSEd 4B

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

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

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…

Mr. Hawk

By 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.

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.

Salamat Po

Ni 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.

Courageous

By 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

JOLLY

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF

VINCENT

SPORTS EDITOR

JEMUEL QUEENE

ALLYN

RAFAEL WILFRED

ANN

ASSOCIATE EDITOR

LITERARY EDITOR

MANAGING EDITOR

FEATURE EDITOR

NEWS EDITOR

SENIOR STAFF WRITER

EMANUEL

SENIOR STAFF WRITER

CRISA MAE JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

JANZ CLARISSA

JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

AIMEE JULIE ANN

JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

JOHN BREX

JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

YEZA

JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

JELLIE

JUNIOR STAFF WRITER

JOHN CARL CARTOONIST

DENMARK JAPHETH CARTOONIST

CARTOONIST

JOESTINE SYRA CARTOONIST

PHOTOJOURNALIST

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PHOTOJOURNALIST

WHAT

QUALIFIES

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, selfdeluded 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

TO BE 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 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 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

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.

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, freeminded yet vigilant-- in short balanced.

Rafael Jericho E. Magalit, BSA 4 Literary Editor

John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B 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 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 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.

writers’ block 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 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

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.

Julie Ann Joy R. Jarquio, BSEd 1B Junior Staff Writer

Japheth M. Rioja, BSIT 1C 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.

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.

Yeza Crystael A. Bulahan, BS Info. Tech. 1D 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 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 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

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

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KUDOS To realize a single vision takes heaping teaspoons of unity and determination. A single article will not be put down in this paper if not for the volume of efforts and teamwork our editorial board had devoted to come up with a successful phase of publication. Surely, our success will be in no way possible with the absence of the following individuals who unselfishly shared their time and expertise. So, with all pride and honor, we heartily thank you. To our dear advisers, Sir Peter and Ma’am Che for the cups of encouragement and inspiration. Thank you for your guidance and for dedicating your time besides your busy routines. To our content critics, Ma’am de Angel (English Critic) and Ma’am Tosoc (Filipino Critic) for being patient and considerate in refining our written works. To our Campus Director, Dr. Biray for your all-out support and words of wisdom. To our former adviser, Ma’am Loannie for your continuing support and assistance. To Mr. Herwin for your generosity in sharing your ideas and opinions contributive to our publication. To our student contributors for sharing your literary talents. To Ma’am Sarah Joy for allowing her students’ masterpieces be included in our magazine. To the LGU Malinao especially to Mayor Igoy for your favorable response to our request. Thank you for letting us feature the glamour and history of your municipality in this sem’s publication. To our beloved and compassionate family for your boundless understanding and kindness. This page is not enough to pour down our words of gratitude for you. Our profound thanks also go to the entire CIT community. To the faculty, staff and students for being our motivation in burning midnight candles just to realize this semester’s issue. All our endeavors will be meaningless if not for your presence. To those we might not have recognized but have extended their assistance, a million thanks. Thank you for being with us in our journey. On top of all is our ceaseless thanks to our dear Creator for the gift of intellect and for gracing our daily rituals of writing and touching lives as we go on our respective ways. Nothing will be materialized without His Divine Providence. Nagahiyum-hiyum nga gapasaeamat kinyo tanan. To God be the highest glory!

JOLLY E. LAURIANO EDITOR-IN-CHIEF

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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

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.”

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The Aklan Tradesman Publication EDITORIAL BOARD A.Y. 2014-2015

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

JUNE-OCTOBER 2014 VOL. XVIII, NO. 1

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I am a spectrum – A multitude of beating tints Painter of my fate, molder of my being The Master’s grandest design I am a human. ARTWORK BY Joestine Clyde V. Tolores, ASIT 1A WORDS BY John Brex B. Briones, BSCE 1B