The Cover Like the angelic lips, the strand of silk- glistening in the moonlight, the skin of cotton, and the eyes that touch any emotion, Calliope’s literary endeavor never lost its radiance. As the muse of epic poetry, her writing tablet continues to make the hearts of humanity into more than what utopia can express. It narrates that writing is still one of the most powerful media in promoting social consciousness and responsibility. Kalaleng 9 is an effort then to web the stories of the youth- to mirror creations empowered by the youth. This folio is a catalyst of positive change. It is the birthplace of ideas, thoughts, and dreams which has undergone a meiotic cycle to break on contemporary societal issues. More importantly, Kalaleng 9 is a confirmation that the youth has a voice which can transcend boundaries. We, the youth, are not mute...we are loud. Copyright Š 2013 by The Mountain Collegian Benguet State University All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be used, reprinted, or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or artist. The KALALENG is the literary folio of The Mountain Collegian, the official student publication of Benguet State University.
Cover by Harmon Nicer Design and Lay-out by Juman Kevin Tindo Graphic Design by Mark Samuel De Guzman
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nother chapter of a literary generation is unveiled. The stories which conveyed the hearts’ desires of every youth are scribed in ink to let them live on. The obstacles which these stories tackled were conquered. All codes were decoded and cracked to provide the hidden meaning of these stories. The elements were all gathered to achieve unity into expressing these stories as a tangible idea. From the ashes of hopes and destiny, the stories of this generation have achieved a saccharine success. These stories are not told by a herald; rather, these are written by the heart, a mark of another victory in laying cornerstones for self-expression. 5
Well Wishes and Prayers of Sitio Parapad, Ambiong Kids to Victims of TyphoonYolanda in Tacloban, Leyte
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Sa bagsik ng Bagyong Yolanda, bumaha sa Tacloban at iba pang bahagi ng Leyte. Upang hindi na muling masalanta ng mga iba’t ibang bagyo, tayo ay magtulungan sa pangangalaga ng kalikasan. -Sittie Al-Maidah M. Paca
Dear Tacloban, Leyte, ‘Wag mawalan ng pag-asa, nandiyan ang Diyos, ginagabayan kayo From: Maideline
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Dear mga katulad kong bata, “Wag kayong sumuko, bumangon kayo sa kahirapang ‘yan. ‘Wag kayong magpatalo, gumawa kayo ng panibagong buhay at ipagpatuloy ninyo ang pagsisikap. -Mahdi M. Taha
Sana ‘wag kayong mawalan ng pag-asa. ‘Wag kayong mag-alala, at sana madaming tumulong sa inyo. Sana bumalik na ang dating buhay niyo. Sana sumaya rin kayo. I Love U all. Smile rin kayo. Sana maging masaya ang pasko niyo. Sana gabayan kayo ng Diyos. -Racma P. Sanawi
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Editor’s Note: The thoughts and prayers of the children in Parapad, Ambiong were shared during The Mountain Collegian @ 50 Outreach in the area on December 21, 2013. The outreach was part of the 50th Anniversary of the publication. The activity was made possible through sponsorship from friends
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Dear Bagyong Yolanda victims,
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Sana huwag kayong mawalan ng pag-asa. Patuloy namin kayong ipagdarasal. Kami ay umaasa na patuloy na tutulong ang gobyerno sa inyo. Patuloy rin kayong manalig sa Diyos. Yours truly, Dear Bagyong Yolanda victims, Sana po ay ‘wag kayong mawawalan ng pag-asa, Sittie Al-Maidah M. Paca at sana po ay matapos na ang Bagyong Yolanda. Peace, Hope, and Joy. God bless you! Sana po ay maraming tumulong sa inyo. ‘Wag po kayong mawawalan ng pag-asa. Manalangin po kayo sa Diyos. Maligayang pasko po sa inyo.
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Let It Be Jenibeb Recile
Let writings talk of the thought you wish Let your wish be universe, Let the flow of the black see freely, Awaken the ignorance of thee Let the secrets of secrets be dug Bitter-sweet agony of reality be seen Write as if words will die, Die as if tomorrow will rise Rise like a great universe Open the locked to knock Knock the door of being tricked Tricked thy mind of open eyes with truth, Truth will set what is best.
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Ch ange in Your Own Hands Bobby Mc Gee Lee
A bottle coughed off its last drop It coughed more ‘til it choked. Nothing else was heard but a crackling noise. A drop fell... A tiny drop taken away by the heat Then a speck of dust replaces it. Wails from trees resonating through walls Walls built by man so selfish and oblivious No one hears her... Then she breathed out her last breath. Birds springing from one tree to another While crisp morning breeze kisses and sways the oaks Then, like shadows, they were swept away into the blue Like ashes blown by the wrathful zephyr. Man has become a fool Thinking ‘bout money, nothing more He’ll do anything for wealth and fame. My son, open your eyes so you may see You have ears...listen Look outside so you’ll realize Take some time and listen to the earth’s cry She calls for you...She longs for you... Get up on your feet and take a stand When was the last time you’ve plunged in her river? What was the last tree you’ve seen growing? Lift your fingers and help her out She’s just awaiting your caressing touch. 10
The One
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or a long time, justice has hidden itself from the agonizing reminiscence of humanity. Anger, pain, and sorrow have hovered the entire human race. No one dares to listen; no one dares to speak of the truth. All have remained deaf and mute... The place has become a barren land; souls have starved in deep hunger. Some have gone against darkness; some have chosen to shed the shadows. The men in shadow have started to rule the land. They proudly wear the crown of pride, firmly gripping on the scepter of greed. They roam and influence the young with their own evil ways. Injustice creeps mercilessly while hatred and jealousy fill each innocent hearts. Lies deceive many. Unceasingly, they continue their wicked work, blinding many, leading them astray. We, the seekers of justice, have been left weak. We remain to embrace poverty while those unjust live in bounty. They continue to dive into the dirty lake of gold and dust. For many years, we have remained silent‌ haven’t been able to tear down their filthy works. We thought we couldn’t kick their foul crowns and scepters. But finally, we have awakened and have heard the deathly cry of injustice. At the end, it is we who can restore justice. The change is in our very own hands. Will you be one of us?
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Mula Sa Bubog Adelfa Oyang
Mundo’y mapanlinlang, marumi kung lumaban Ang mga duwag sa sulok nagsisiksikan Itong si tuso pangala’y tagumpay Sila at sila nagpapaikot nitong buhay Saan ang tungo kundi sa pagluha Kasawia’y laging pasan ang dukha Tanging kandunga’y sa sayaw ng pluma Nagbibigay pangalan sa gabing nag-iisa Sa mata ng mundo’y tuldok lang Walang karunungan, tahimik at mangmang Ngunit mandirigma sa puso’y nahubog Nagkahugis ang katauhan mula sa bubog FIRST PLACE- Poetry Writing (Filipino-COLLEGE), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 12
~ Cono
Bhea Jane Cosi
Ang ating identity raw is our wika Bigyang importance dapat ang bawat isa Be proud at huwag ikahiya In our blood, hindi ito mawawala. Youth nowadays ay kinalimutan English language ang kinalakihan Trying hard sa pakikipagtalastasan As if sila’y nasa ibang bansa. Speaking English ay ‘di naman masama Just don’t make it sobra-sobra You will not reach kung saan ka pupunta If ‘di lilingon kung saan nagmula. If I were you, magstart ka na Why not try? Wala namang mawawala Habang meron, grab it na! Because if gone ay wala nang magagawa.
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Countdown Jeannette Stefi Gahid
Ebony wisps spun from the lips of death, Once young leaves now eager to ebb An angel’s choir sings of hopelessness, One more hour ‘til darkness descends. Hues from the palette gush out crimson, Bathing the hands of greed’s proud children Where are you, dear inspiration? Money scatters upon endless, thieving fools, Ignorant of cries from the other side of the world, Just another dead meal for a passing vulture, Forty more minutes of blood-lust consumed. Parched forest, lands scream for a drop of water, Masters of the sky sing praises no longer, A thousand more infants succumb to hunger, Thirty more minutes we’re left with to linger. Countless creatures detained from freedom, Left in chains, no earth nor sunlight, Fuming fears rage to those called humans, Twenty more minutes of blindness indulged.
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Photographs become ash in hells’ fiery sulfur, Depriving man of a dream from his past. The rainbow’s promise finally turns monochrome, Ten more minutes ‘til judgment is passed. Just one last glance of Prometheus’ flame, Perhaps it would be enough to awaken our senses, Of why we were left with this one important job, Before these five minutes vanish like mist. Two hands were made to build and reconstruct, Two eyes to gaze on eternity’s symphony, Two ears to hear when her call deafens, Four more minutes we’re all left to breathe. We are soldiers with no armor, But has a reason to fight for, Will we stand or lie defeated? As three minutes stay undecided. Night seems to befall upon day, Not even a flicker from stars far away, Yet hope is taught to be stronger than loss, Two more minutes of the world, our home. The war can be won, Though the battle is gone, Which side will you take on Before this one minute is lost?
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Tatak ng Pagkatao at Kultura
Flordeliza Nebrija
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anganun wacha pay nan hapit tuu?” Ito ay isang katanungan sa wikang Ifugao. Ilang tao kaya sa buong mundo o sa Pilipinas ang makakasagot nito? Isa ka kaya sa kanila? Ano ba ang lugar ng mga salitang ito sa pag-unlad ng ating bansa tungo sa globalisasyon? Sa ating kalagayan ngayon, ang nagsisilbing pundasyon ng ating bansa ay ang iba’t ibang komunidad o probinsiya, sapagkat dito nagsisimula ang kaayusan at produksyon ng mga produkto ng ating bansa. Wika ang nagsisilbing instrumento sa pagkakaisa at pagkakaintindihan sa isang komunidad. Kung may kaguluhan sa isang lugar, uunlad ba ang ating bayan? Kung hindi maayos ang ating bayan, makakamit ba natin ang globalisasyon? Wika ang tatak ng ating pagkatao at kultura. Wika ng katutubo ay wikang Pilipino rin. Bilang isang Pilipino, ang pagkilala sa wikang ito ay isang mahalagang katungkulan, sapagkat kung wala iyo ay hindi natin makakamit ang pagunlad na inaasam. Ang tatak ng ating pagkatao at kultura, ito ang ating gagamitin upang tayo ay kilalanin at irespeto sa buong mundo. Sa ating pag-unlad tungo sa globalisasyon, ang tatak na ito ang magsisilbing gabay at instrumento upang tayo ay maging mamamayang Pilipino na kayang harapin ang daigdig. Ang katanungang, “Bakit ba mayroon tayong sariling wika?” sa wikang Ifugao man o Filipino, iisa pa rin ang nilalaman at iisa rin ang kasagutan. Mayroon tayong wika sapagkat ito an gating pagkakakilanlan at ang ating pagkakakilanlan ang magsisilbing sandata sa mga pagsubok ng pag-unlad tungo sa globalisasyon. FIRST PLACE- Essay Writing (Filipino-COLLEGE), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 17
Enlig htened
Dustine May Garcia
I have a local life With a global face I will still survive In this crowded place. I have a helping hand That uplifts each one of a kind My heart is like a magic lamp That lightens faces so bright. The one that helps me think about Isn’t just my brain But inside my chest is my heart – no doubt, It gives me ideas that rain. The earth is our home, there is no escape, From crime and world pollution But we could stop this, with hope and faith Well, it’s our worldly mission.
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To See Blue, To See Life Harmon Nicer
What is my loneliness compared to you? All this time I see nothing, not even a hue I consider myself as cold as snow What is the color blue, I have no idea. What is the reason for my existence? If presence is equated to absence? I tried to feel surprised But I have never been satisfied I consider these things useless Unlike others with material interests I often ask myself, why? Why? Why? Then I realized that there’s a reason for these. So, I opened my eyes and began to question What’s my happiness compared to them? I think that there is no such thing as emptiness, When you believe in God’s presence.
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A Child in Metamorphosis Ken Ric Licang
Developed and cultured on that little rounded, solid dwelling they call pupa. And now I can see the light Opening... slowly slowly slowly. My wings are ready to fly The world is ready to embrace me. And when it cracks fully, I shall sneak a peek and see a world – a world like a rainbow of different colors yet a unified shape. There I shall fly, fly more, and spread color to the earth. Then I will flit and my little wings wrinkle, the color will not be gone. Because I know there are still many pretty little colorful dreamers on their little pupa, waiting... just like me. SECOND PLACE- Poetry Writing (English-COLLEGE), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 22 22
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If
Fergus Friedrich Serrano
If you awe, you breathe; If you breathe, you talk; If you talk , you ask; If you ask, you think; If you think, you search; If you search, you experience; If you experience, you learn; If you learn, you grow; If you grow, you wish; If you wish, you find; And if you find, you doubt; If you doubt, you question; If you question, you understand; And if you understand, you know; If you know, you want to know more; And if you want to know more, you are alive!
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You are Small but Big to See Angie Mae Marcos
I live in a place, where the sun rises And where the red circles grow; I always wear white with a mark And to go to a place where wisdom arises. I am not a strong hurricane But only just a gentle rain; I love to play with a black feather And love to collect the stories of my brothers. I maybe a dead sea But you don’t know what’s inside me; You may judge my personality But don’t judge what I really see. People live in a fantasy They are huge but blind to see; I maybe a useless grass But for me, everything I see is the reality. And that reality, Even though you are an ant; You know what is happening Around you’re one big mother land. FIRST PLACE- Poetry Writing (English-HIGH SCHOOL), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 2525
Build a Bridge, Not a Barrier Ruth Sacla
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ur language is a part of our identity, which when not promoted and constantly used, will wither and eventually die. As we plunge into the global world, should we take our vernacular languages as a barrier? Or as a bridge? English is the global language and we can’t challenge that. It links people and nations and opens doors of opportunities to those who know it. It gives people a sense of belongingness when they are fluent in English because they can communicate with people from other nations who could also speak and understand English. This is good, but the sad thing is, some Filipinos completely embrace English that they tend to forget their native tongue or be ashamed to use it. This is very much true and is evident everywhere around us. Take for example, a Filipino who stayed in America or other foreign lands. Isn’t it that most probably, that person will forget his native tongue or be ashamed to use it? And his reason is, he is already ‘civilized’. Some Filipinos are likened to this. They treat their vernacular language as a barrier between them and modernization. It is a shame for them to speak their native tongue in the presence of other nationalities. Little did they know that what they are doing is killing their identity, their own identity. This shouldn’t be the way we treat our vernacular languages. It’s not bad if a person is fluent in English. What’s bad is when he’s treating it as a barrier or source of shame. Why not use our vernacular languages, our identity, in the surging tides of globalization and foreign languages? We cannot call our country successful even though we’re already globalized or modernized if our identity as a nation will die. Our vernacular language is our connection to our ancestors so if we forget our native tongue, it would be more like we cut our connection with our forefathers who, in the past, fought so hard to protect their identity, their culture and languages, for the future generations, for us. So, as we take our roles in driving our nation towards globalization, we must plant our feet on the ground of our forefathers and strive, not only for globalization and success, but also for the promotion and protection of our languages. For as we promote our languages, we also promote and preserve our identity for the future generation. FIRST PLACE- Essay Writing (English-COLLEGE), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 26
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Ang Kultura
Jerricho Luzadas
Ang kulturang kinilala Ay dapat ipakilala Dahil ang lupang sinilangan Ang makikinabang. Sariling produkto’y Dapat matikman Upang ating kultura’y Maging mayaman. Katangian mo’y naiiba Dapat huwag ikahiya Dahil ang katangiang ipanagkaloob Ang pinakamalahaga. Kulturang pinagyayaman Ay magiging mayaman Dahil ang mga katutubo’y Nakipag-bayanihan.
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Kultura Mo, Kultura Ko, Atin ‘to Fredie Daulayan
Kultura! O ang minamahal kong kultura, Bakit kailangan na ikaw ay ibandila? Pinagkaloob ka nga, ngunit nasaan ka? Ika’y itinago sa kamay ng banyaga. Bakit ka nga ba isinusumpa ng iba? Ayaw nang lingunin, bagkus ay nilimot pa; Sa isip at damdamin, ikaw ay ibinasura, Sa piitan na walang kumikilala. Umiiyak na lihim at ika’y nagmamakaawa, Ibinigay mong pag-ibig sa tao’y ikinaila; Ngunit ika’y matapang at ‘di nawalan ng pag-asa, Hanggang sa kahuli-huliha’y pinagbuksan ka ng madla. O kultura; ang pagmamahal mo’y tangi ngang tunay, Ibinaon ka man sa limot, ngunit muling hinukay Binigyang pansin at ginagamit na may saysay, Sa buhay ng tao’y muling nagkakulay. Kultura mo, kultura ko; …yakapin …panatilihin …pagyamanin.
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My Heart
Jamira Joy Piaga
When you left me alone, I was just like a guitar out of tone, It won’t stop from longing for you, Hope same went for you too. Pain is what I always feel Without you I’m always ill, My heart aches when you’re not here with me, This is what I always feel for thee. I left the door unlocked, Hoping that you’ll come back, I left the key under, Mind getting just a slumber? Now we’re given another chance, It won’t be broken by many chants, My heart in pain will now be tame And to restore this heart will be a gain.
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Throughout her life She’s been hurt She’s been lied to She’s been loved She’s been trusting She’s been hoping She’s made mistakes But despite that all She has learned.
He loved her, she didn’t care He cared for her, she didn’t care He went away with tears in his eyes and a heart that’s been broken to pieces She misses him, she loves him, She cares for him, Now, he doesn’t care
Tatlong Paa
Eunice Joy Tayaban
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a isang lumang tungkod na halos apat na talampakan ang taas ang nagsisilbing gabay sa pang-araw-araw na pakikibaka ni Tonyo. Ito ang nagsisilbing ilaw sa kanyang madilim na paglalakbay tungo sa hinahangad na liwanag. Mauuna ang dala niyang tungkod na siyang gabay sa kanyang paroroonan.Handa niyang tahakin muli ang lansangang paulit-ulit siyang tinitisod at nagdadagdag pilat sa makapal at magaspang niyang balat. Muli, haharapin niya ang kapaligirang mapanghusga at mundong mapanghamak sa kapwa. “Beep! Beep!” huni ng mga dyip habang naghihintay ng mga pasahero. Hirap sumakay si Tonyo, sabay hugot ng lumang bente pesos sa kanyang bulsa. Iniabot ito sa kanyang katabi hanggang umabot sa drayber na inip na sa paghihintay. “Bente pesos?”tanong ng drayber. “Isa pong short trip sa may blind masseur area ho, disable ho manong,” sagot naman ni Tonyo habang inaayos ang sarili sa upuan. “Blind Masseur na tatang!” tugon ng iritang drayber kay Tonyo matapos ang ilang minuto dahil sa paulit-ulit niyang pagtatanong. “Para!” masayang sambit ni Tonyo. “Ay! Iyong barya ko pala manong?” pahabol ni Tonyo sa drayber. “Hindi ba ibinigay ko naman na sa iyo ang barya mo kanina pa?” sagot naman ng drayber. “Ngunit hindi ko pa natanggap ang aking sukli,” malungkot na tugon ni Tonyo. ‘Di nagtagal at sumunod na rin ang koro ng mga taong nagrereklamo sa kanilang ‘di naibalik na sukli. Wala ng nagawa ang kawawang drayber kundi ibalik ang mga sukli ng mga nagrereklamong pasahero. Matapos nito ay bumaba na rin si Tonyo at sumunod naman sa kanya ang tirador ng baryang si Chitoy. “Aba, may mapagtritripan na naman ata ako ngayon,” bulong ni Chitoy sa sarili. 32
Karaniwang umaabot ng isa o dalawang oras ang paghihintay ni Tonyo sa kanyang mga kustomer. Ngunit sa araw na iyon, hindi niya inaasahan ang maagang pagdating ng mga kustomer. “Pakihilot naman ang aking paa,” pakiusap ng kustomer ni Tonyo. “Pamilyar ho ang amoy ninyo, ikaw ba iyong kaupo ko kanina sa dyip?” tanong ni Tonyo habang inaalis ang sapatos ng lalaking customer. “Ahay, ako nga iyon,” mahinang sagot ni Chitoy. Pagkatanggal na pagkatanggal ni Tonyo sa sapatos ni Chitoy, animo’y parang alkansyang nagkalansingan ang mga barya na sinabayan pa ng baho na nanggagaling sa medyas na para bang binahayan ng patay na daga. “Bakit ho may pera kayo sa inyong sapatos?” nagtatakang tanong ni Tonyo. “Ahay, kasi wala akong mapagtaguan,eh. Diyan ko kasi iniipon,” sagot naman ni Chitoy. Habang hinihilot ni Tonyo ang paa ng customer, naramdaman niyang hindi ito mapakali. Animo’y inililibot-libot niya ang kanyang ulo sa kanyang kapaligiran. Parang may gusto siyang puntahan o ‘di kaya nama’y may gusto siyang gawin ngunit hindi niya magawa. “O, hayan. Natapos na rin. Okay na po ba paa ninyo?” malumanay na tanong ni Tonyo sa customer na alam niyang gusto ng umiyak sa sakit na nararamdaman. “Ahay, oo. Ito bayad ko, isang-daan,” napapa-aruy na sagot ni Chitoy. Sabay abot ang bente pesos at dagdag na sinabing “keep the change.” Kumaripas ng takbo palabas si Chitoy habang tumatawa ng malakas. Itinago naman ng mabuti ni Tonyo ang perang ibinigay sa kanya. Makalipas ang walong oras na pagtratrabaho at paghihintay, muling tinahak ni Tonyo ang kasuklam-suklam na daan pauwi. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito lubos na kasiyahan ang kanyang nararamdaman dahil may nagbigay sa kanya ng isang-daan. Para sa kanya, malaking dagdag ito sa pinag-iipunang pambili ng gamot ng kanyang may sakit na ama. Lingid sa kanyang kaalaman siya pala ay sinusundan ng mga masasamang tingin sa paligid. Pauwi na’t naglalakad paakyat ng kalsada si Tonyo. Habang tinitipa-tipa ang matarik na daanan, nalanghap niya ulit ang pamilyar na amoy na iyon. Ngunit sa kanyang pagtataka wari’y pinalilibutan siya ng maraming magkakatulad na amoy. Grupo na pala ni Chitoy ang pumapalibot sa kanya. Hinablot ng isa ang kanyang bag na pinagtataguan niya ng kanyang mga ipon. Sabay tadyak ng isa pa sa kanyang nangangatog na mga paa. “Aray! Maawa kayo,” ang hinagpis ng kawawang si Tonyo. Hindi pa nakuntento ang mga gamol at kinuha pa ang kanyang pinakamamahal na tungkod at ginamit pangpalo sa kanya. Pinagtatadyakan siya hanggang sa hindi na ito makabangon at iniwan na lang na nakaratay at duguan sa madumi’t maalikabok na kalsada. 33
My Identity
Babits Loren Masillem
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ou were passed on by my ancestors.You flourished through the years. You have been binding people of one community. Aside from the physical distinction, you have provided me a unique identity. Though you are not well known or popular, though only a few people who reside in a certain area know you, you are essential. There are a lot like you who have ventured even the darkest places.You are essential in many nations.You have helped provide mutual understanding among people.You are the heart of tribes. Your foundations are hard to topple because you were passed on many generations. You have been the source of basic knowledge from the onset of a child’s growth and development.You’re a part of the culture and tradition which can never be eradicated even the years will pass. In the global world, you must not be discouraged. Through you, various forms of unique arts have aroused.You have contributed much to the world of music and literature. From different tribes and groups of people, artistic, creative, and unique forms of art have flourished which are well appreciated and which have contributed much to a country’s economy. Also, you have helped extract the people’s hidden skills, abilities, and talents which are the roots for productive individuals needed for the rise of the economy. In a world full of misunderstandings and conflicts among people, you provided a wider set of vocabulary for people to express their thoughts and ideas accurately. Thus, you helped promote peace and unity. In the world where people of different colors and sizes mingle with each other, you have given the sense of belongingness.You reminded people who have migrated to distant lands to remember their motherland.You helped them find their way back home. Foremost, you have helped me know who I am and where I belong.You have defined my life and being.You are an important part of every nation.Vernacular language, you are a part of me and you are my identity. FIRST PLACE- Essay Writing (English-HIGH SCHOOL), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 34
To My Dearest Eunice Joy Tayaban
Come and call me with thy lips, Come and touch me with thy hands, Come and place me right to your heart, As we start to breathe a harmony. Stay and play with me, Stay and be captured by my symphony, Stay and continue to breathe with me, As we start to enter the heavenly gates, See those trees as they dance with us, See those rivers as they flow with us, See those birds as they fly with us, As our soul unite in ecstasy. But then you started to leave me, Step by step. Little by little, Yes. Little by little, Until you’ve already forgotten me. I wish to see you again, And start a new beginning, To breathe with you, And feel you with my heart, Is all I’m asking for.
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Seven Minutes ‘til Midnig ht Isis Leanne Ventura
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was waiting for him that day. We, us and the gang, were about to go to a friend’s house after class. Since I was dismissed earlier I decided to stroll first before meeting them in front of the library at six. Well, I am still shocked about what had happened these past weeks. But I guess, destiny has a purpose and I am really ready for its consequences. We kept our relationship a secret, for even my closest friends don’t know about it. We decided it was the best until the right time will come. And that was the best part of life, being with him. Gerald is not just brainy and charming but he is also unique in many ways. He draws angels in the margins of his notebook. He puts crackers in his sandwich to make them crunch. He does not drink plain milkjust chocolate. He is the first person to laugh on a joke. His favorite ice cream flavor is rocky road. And he appears to have a talent on playing the piano. To my surprise, he has an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder. Indeed he is special and talented. I found him at the front stairs of the library reading The Da Vinci Code and smiled when he saw me. He stood up and gave his usual "teddy-kiss" as what he calls it. "Where've you been?" he asked. I just smiled and he punched me gently and laughed charmingly. "You're really different! Well, let's go..." I said and led the way to find the others. We have to meet with the other guys at the cafeteria. They were waiting for us and Gerald apologized for being late. We hailed a cab going to Jake’s and we seated at the back with Nette and Jee. "Have you read this?" he asked showing me the book he was reading earlier. "Yup, and I also watched it already, but I don't remember much of its details," I answered. Then he covered his face with the book to continue reading. He really likes to discuss things about what he had read, the others’ opinions is valuable to him. We arrived at Jake's house in a flash. His parents were away for work that night and he invited us for a sleepover since it's a Friday. He prepared drinks while the girls, voluntarily went into the kitchen to cook dinner. He ushered the rest of us in their living room and boasted about his new Ipod he got for his birthday last week. Jake offered us a box of Belgian chocolate his parents bought for him. They were sweet and I saw Gerald's eyes 36 36
sparkle. I blushed and I knew he read my mind and definitely agrees about how good the chocolate was. Jake switched on the TV and made us feel like home. I went to the kitchen to see what the girls were doing. They were frying ham and eggs for our snack. And they said that they will cook chicken curry for dinner. When I returned to the living room the boys were already watching "Pink Panther" and were really concentrating hard. I asked Jake if I could use his computer to check something on the Internet and he led me to his room. It was a typical boy’s room, books scattered everywhere, used clothes thrown in bed, magazines folded on the floor, luckily I didn't see underwears hanging in the room's corners. I giggled at that thought and he asked what was that all about. I told him about the underwears. "Hahaha, my undies are all in the bin...” and suddenly said something where I was shocked. “I already know about you and Gerald," he said. I froze and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone until you’re ready to tell it to the others. I'm just happy 'cause I haven't seen Gerald so happy this time. Well, you know what to do, I have to return to the LV. Come on don't be shy." And he urged me to switch his PC. I nodded and thanked him. Jake is Gerald's best friend and since I became Gerald's friend he also became close to me. He's as handsome as Gerald. He is as tall as him. He has thin lips and has deep dimples. His eyes were also brown with that inquisitive attitude. And he has a perfect smile that will really leave you out of breath. I sat in front of the computer for at least an hour then I heard a knock and saw Gerald enter the room. "Snacks are ready!" he whispered. "Just a second..." I replied. We stormed out of the room and saw that the group are all in the LV and are chatting happily. I grabbed a sandwich and sank in a chair with Gerald. We chatted like for hours about how school sucks, about books, Hollywood, the latest movies, we watched news and then at nine Nette announced dinner. I helped Jane fix the table and then we were lusciously eating dinner, we continued discussing about high school. After we ate, Jake brought out Butterbeers and said that we should post-celebrate his birthday. After fixing the table and washing the dishes we all changed in our slumber clothes and united to have the "celebration." I sat next to Gerald. For the next three hours we were already having fun drinking, we actually drank pretty much. It was quite a record the other girls already went to sleep telling us that they are already too drowsy to keep up with the fun. We played cards and let the loser drink a mouthful. We laughed all night and drank to our hearts desire. Most of us were all drunk and were already drooling in the sofa. I went outside and checked my watch. It was seven minutes 'til midnight, Gerald followed me. He told me how happy he is being with me and I told him that I also feel the same. "I won't leave you. I will be really honest with you and leaving you is not an option. I just want us to be closer each day...to be happy and to enjoy each other’s company,” he promised. He was crying and then he kissed me, tears were also flowing down from my eyes. I knew that what he said is true. And before I knew it, the clock chimed and he lead me back inside. 3737
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could die on what I am about to do. Mother forbade me to never step out of the house and I can hear her stern words echo in my head as I crouched and ran from the door. “It’s a death world out there, Pan. Heed my words and never leave this house.” I thought about this one... this action and finally, I’ve decided to break free. I am going to the city, well, not alone... I am with my friends. Pin, my boyfriend, and Tig, my girl best friend, agreed with my plan but for my plan to work we needed to invite the twins, Plu and Ma, for they are the only ones who know the shortcut to the city. I could never look back to that shabby bungalow mother trapped me in for two decades, so I kept on running faster than I thought I could because Pin and Tig will be waiting for me near the wall and so are the twins. “Right on time!” the twins hollered as I got near them. I couldn’t breathe properly as I laughed, realizing that I was finally on my own. “Well, Pan, are you ready?” Pin asked me, smiling as he reached out his hand. Nodding, I prepared myself to climb the ladder the twins provided and jumped behind the wall and see... to see the city at last.
I have heard stories about how the city uses only one common language, use tiny gadgets to share their thoughts and communicate, and they even have what they call pen and paper that enables one to record what one thinks and it can be saved privately. I couldn’t wait so I climbed faster and as I got on the top, I had a glimpsed of a place too different from the flat and shabby community we had... there were lights of different colors, big and tall rectangular buildings, cars, and people along the street. The five of us sat there on top of the wall, mesmerized. I could tell literally that our mouths were agape. Pin broke the silence as he called for the twins to pull the ladder from the other side for us to use it to go down the city. They were true, what they said were true about the city. As we strolled, we heard people speaking the same language, so similar unlike at home where a family shares a certain dialect nobody can ever understand. Each person really has gadgets which they carry and used talk to another person. Ahh... this is the city, but then dark is setting in. We are moving towards the wall... towards home but I could not tear my eyes away from the airplanes which they say can travel from continent to continent; and from those rectangular boxes called trains which travel on trails that can speed up one’s travel. Pin and Tig called for me as they started to climb the ladder. The twins are already on top of that big and mouldy wall, however, I’m stuck looking back at the city lights. I couln’t believe that our trip from dawn to dusk had to end too soon. I started to move towards them but I saw Pin’s eyes whispering that it’s not me whom he loves... it’s Tig. And when I saw Tig’s eyes I felt that she, too, has that same feelings for Pin. I do not belong with them for I know that in my heart mother has also let me go, that’s why she left the door unlocked. And the twins, Plu and Ma, have always belonged to the telepathic world of ours behind that wall. I want to stay, in this place where words are used, not read on each person’s thoughts, where dialects are spoken by many people, not bounded to two or three persons only. “I’m staying with my city lights,” I spoke clearly and watched as the ladder was pulled away.
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The Future I Want Juman Kevin Tindo
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or the last two years, I have been annoyed with the croaking of frogs in our backyard. Every night, I couldn’t sleep because of the loud noises they make. Their croaks irritate my ears. Furthermore, their slimy features and their bulging eyes make my flesh creep. Right now, however, I feel somewhat happy because the sounds these slimy green jumping animals make do not grace my ear drums anymore. Dead silence... and I sensed something was wrong.
On April 28, 2013 I have been a part of a literary workshop where the importance of frogs in terms of its ecological vitality was celebrated. Being one of the lucky people who participated in this environmental endeavor cleared my mind. It shocked me to think that the things I wanted before like not hearing frogs croak is not good at all. I learned more than enough to say that, “frogs are pro-earth.” Frogs are often equated as cursed princes in the realm of fairy tales and fantasy. They make good characters which entertain not just children but adults as well. On the other hand, frogs are also important to humans in a lot of ways. They are used as food. They are also imperative in laboratory studies. They are “good ecological indicators.” The future I want is simple. A future with clean air, water, and land for me and my kin to spend the rest of our lives in peace. Though this statement can be dubbed as cliché, who does not want a world like this? A world where the environment is not wasted but preserved and conserved. The future I want is a future where people can have a vision; where people have cooperation; and where people want transformation. Let the frogs be a symbolic figure for environmental awareness. For these creatures 40 40
to be saved, people must abate climate change. This is the very core of the biggest problems humankind is facing right now. A lot has changed in the last hundred years. Our grandparents can attest to that. And people must remember that what is sacrificed are the lives and future of the youth, the future children. People must understand that the environment and the economy are interlinked. They move as one. And if one side of the coin is misused, then the other side will surely be affected. Sustainable development emphasizes a holistic, equitable, and far-sighted approach decision-making at all levels, so they say. People must work hand in hand to think as one for the betterment of our world. The future I want is a future where every day is a day where people can exist with each other without differences. A place where people and the environment benefits from each other. This is the future I want. Plant trees. Conserve water. Do not burn garbage. Do not cut trees. Do not litter. These are simple yet great things all people can do to help the environment. These are little things which can turn big if people can just be one and unite for a great cause. A cause where the environment is loved and cared for. A future where people in positions help each other to make our world a better place. “Save the frogs, save yourself, save the environment!� A plain statement but with an inspiring punch. Their loss of habitat and over hunting is a prime factor in their decrease of number. This is so sad. They clean waters, eat insects which carry harmful diseases, and they serve a pivotal role in the food chain. The future I want is a future where the croaks of frogs are listened to as music. The future I want is for people to appreciate the sound these amphibians make. The future I want is a future where children can sing to the melody of their croaks. The lecturer in that particular workshop said that frogs croak, especially the females, to call for their mates. It is actually a love call. And I think that these croaks are not just for their opposite sex. It also is call for people to love, respect, and to make the world a better place to live in. 41 41
The Abomination of Punjabi Richard Giye
Punjabi Tonight was a very special night, because it was my Mom’s birthday. I deemed it would be real blissful and satisfying if I could paint the darkness with crimson red before the dawn breaks. The night was deep as I entered the room. A well-built man was peacefully sleeping in the bed. The freezing September wind was gushing from the open window, yet I did not feel cold. Instead, a burning sensation was starting to consume me. I was wearing my Mom’s most beautiful dress and her favorite perfume. As I began to kiss him, my heart was undulating with copious passion. At first he did not move a limb, but I was persistent. The feeling of intimacy between him and me was inexplicable. Then our shadows became one. Bashan My soul cried in agony, though my body was being obsessed with an intense sensation. I could not deny that what was happening made me shiver with great despair. My heart was freezing as I saw those dark and luminous eyes. Ecstasy! It’s eleven years now since I have seen those eyes. My mind raced in havoc as I enjoyed feeling the familiar silk dress caressed my body. Her scent ignited the fire from within me. She brought back that familiar feeling I had badly missed - the feeling I felt with my wife on the night of our wedding. In her presence, the loneliness, suffering and pain I’ve been through all these years were instantly ousted. The experience was so immense that I even forgot whom I was with. A part of her was me! Jihad My Mom passed away when I was four. I’m the youngest among five and I was the closest to her. It is still fresh in my mind the way she loved to wear a pretty silk dress 42 42
and her sweet perfume never fails to remind me of her great love. My sisters and I, together with our Dad, gathered that exceptional dinner to celebrate her birthday. Though the atmosphere was melancholic, we just pretended to be happy. We parted grieving and missing a soul dear to our hearts. I could hardly get my sleep that night even though I was exhausted. The night was deep, yet I was fully awake. I smelled a familiar scent coming from nowhere. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. But the creaking of a door said I was in my right senses. I got out of my room to see who was awake at the hour of the night. I saw no one. But, that night, I noticed how gloomy our house could be. The dark shadows spelled a home left by someone who dearly loved and cared. The liveliness of the house was gone. I wondered how long the night would be before the sun breaks and cast a ray of light through the window. Then I heard tiptoes going upstairs. I wondered who was awake at that hour besides me. Out of curiosity, I followed the footsteps secretly. I saw a silhouette shadow entering my father’s room! It was dark; I couldn’t recognize who it was. I stood in front the door for few minutes. Then, I heard moans inside. My heart pumped fast as I moved my ears closer to the door. I slowly rolled and carefully opened the door. Total darkness met my probing eyes. And oh! My heart froze and I stopped breathing for a moment. Through the moonlit, I saw two naked bodies embracing each other, kissing each other passionately. The scene made my stomach churn with disgust. Mom’s old dress was on the floor and her sweet scent filled the room. But why did these things happen? ---My sister Punjabi is with my father, a dreadful nightmare! A lump formed on my throat it almost killed me, I gasped for air. My soul frosted with great icy pain. All through my life, I’ve been searching for love in this shelter. My days longed for the love from a father and compassion from a sister. But, my quest for such was carved in vain. I suffered for a long time. And now, as I witnessed the unexpected and unaccepted, my heart was throbbing with hate, wrath and pain! I still remember my sister, Punjabi, usually spending her night in my father’s room. She said she was afraid of ghosts! The way she cried in his shoulders convinced me how she desperately missed our Mom. But, seeing them with such act in bed made me sick and nauseated. The death of my mom came back with a vengeance and hunts these two people with great abomination. 43 43
I did not know what to do that very moment. My tears began to fall and as I wiped them. I found myself in the hands of my other sister watching over the two naked bodies hiding beneath the thick blanketthickened with carnal lust. My sisters and I packed our things immediately. We no longer belonged there. Our home supposed to be filled with love and respect was gone. We decided to flee and start a new life, never to return again. We moved out and I gave a last look to the two of them. And as the moonlit wane with wretchedness, I saw the two shadows hugged each other again. As we hurried through the yard we got a glimpse of our father’s room. And behold, we saw balls of fire beginning to fall from the heavens. The earth opened and swallowed our house with dust rising from the surface. I can taste the bitterness floating in the air. Assuredly, the heavens unleashed its wrath and the finger of the Lord was about to give justice. Now, we are orphans, devoid of earthly parents, this truth has dawned us, even as we embraced the dawning of a new day. And as the rays of the sun kissed our tear-soaked cheeks, we know that even if before us is a tough moved, we will hold on to the hope of the warmth and to the promises each morning will bring.
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Liwanag at Dilim Danielle Krishna Anongos
Ang mundo ay kapares ng gabi’t umaga Pinag-aagawan ng dilim at liwanag. Dalawang panig na may pilit pinaninindigan Magkasalungat na sigaw kanya-kanyang pinaglalaban. Tila palayok na inuuntog sa kaldero Isang kanaisang kabakbaka’y mga hubad na puso. Nagbabatuhan ng masalimuot na kasamaan Pilit namang nilalamon ng kabutihan. Saan pupulutin itong kapayapaan Kung tayo’y alipi’t nagbibingibingihan. Kailan bubuksan dalawang tainga Tanging tulay sa inaasam na pagkakaisa. Tayo’y may iisang dinadakila Bakit hindi tayo tumayong iisa. Pagsaklubin gabi at umaga Tiyak iisang diwa’y maghaharing magkasama.
SECOND PLACE- Poetry Writing (Filipino-HIGH SCHOOL), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013 45
Ang Mundo sa Pananaw ni Nene Adelfa Oyang
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ring! Kring! Kring! Tunog mula sa nakabibinging alarm clock sa aking tabi. Alas-otso na ng gabi. “Ano ba ‘yan! Kakaidlip lang, eh,” pagmamaktol ko. Pupungaspungas akong gumising at awtomatikong tumingin sa aking tabi. Wala na ang aking mga kaibigang kasama kong natulog sa malawak na kama sa napakalawak na silid na iyon. Oo nga pala, wala ako sa aming mumunting dampa sa probinsiya. Sumama ako kay Ness na nagbakasyon sa kanilang siyudad. Katunayan, apat kaming magkakaibigan na pumunta sa napakainit na bayang ito upang magsagawa ng pananaliksik tungkol sa kultura’t sining ng mga taga Maynila. Pagkalabas ko pa lang sa silid ay sinalubong na ako ng aking mga kaibigan. “Buti naman gising ka na,” ngingiti-ngiting bungad sa akin ni Euvi. “Oo nga. ‘Di ka na nahiya sa may bahay,” humahagikgik na pagsang-ayon ni Cat. “Che!” tanging sagot ko. ‘Di sinasadyang napatingin ako sa labas ng bintana ng ikalawang palapag na iyon ng paupahang-bahay nina Ness. Napanganga ako nang makita kong naghalikan ang dalawang lalaki sa umpukan ng isang grupong binubuo ng mga kababaiha’t kalalakihang nasa katapat na apartment. Nagtuksuhan sila’t nagtawanan. Lalapit pa sana ako sa tabi ng bintana nang harangin ako ni Ness na kadarating lang. “Oops! Huwag mo na kasing tingnan. Mamaya niyan eh lalabas na naman ang pagkapastora mo. Mabuti pa’y tara nang kumain at lalabas pa tayo mamaya,” hila niya sa akin. Eksakto alas-nuwebe ng gabi’y nakalabas na kaming apat na magkakaibigan kasama ang kuya ni Ness, si David. Magba-bar daw kami para naman masulit ang bakasyong iyon. Kahit wala akong kamuwang-muwang sa sinasabing ‘bar’ na iyo’y sumama ako kaysa naman mamatay ako sa inip sa napakalaki ngunit tahimik na bahay nina Ness. Sa pagkakaalam ko’y parehong nasa ibang bansa ang kanilang magulang upang masuportahan ang pag-aaral ng aking kaibigan. 46
Nagtaka ako kasi ‘di naman kalakihan ang bayarin sa aming eskuwelahan at achiever si Ness kaya may scholarship siya. Ngunit ayaw ko nang isatinig ang aking katanungan sapagkat ilap ang aking kaibigan pagdating sa usapin ng kanilang mga magulang. Sumakay kami sa magarang kotse nina Ness, at siyempre pa’y si kuya David ang tsuper. Naiinis ako kasi kanina pa buga ng buga ng sigarilyo si David, ngunit ‘di na ako nagreklamo. Nanahimik na lang ako. Sampung minuto lamang ay narating na namin ang napakaingay na lugar na iyon. Tahimik akong pumasok. Napakahigpit ng pagkakayakap ko kay Euvi. Sa sobrang kalituhan sa kung saan ako titingin sa dami ng mga nagkikislapang ilaw, hindi ko na namalayan ang oras. Napagtanto ko na lang na mag-isa ko nang naiwan sa aming mesa dahil nakipagsayaw na lahat ang mga kaibigan ko. ‘Di ko maiwasang malungkot. Ganyan talaga siguro ang buhay, kung pangit ka, wala silang pakialam sa iyo. At dahil pangit naman talaga ako, ‘di na nakapagtataka kung bakit ako lagi ang napag-iiwanan. Salamat na lamang at matalino naman ako, at least, ‘di ko inangkin ang lahat ng kamalasan sa mundo. Sa pagkakaupo kong mag-isa’y nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataong mapagmasda’t maaral ang aking paligid. Sayaw dito, sayaw diyan. Halos lahat ng nasa lugar na iyo’y mga kabataan. Mga babae’t lalaking maya-maya’y naghahalikan, nagtatawanan, at may bigla pa ngang nagsigawan. Buti na lang may umawat agad. Ngunit may isang dalagitang pinahiga sa sulok dahil sa sobrang kalasingan. May mga banda ring nagsasalitan sa pagtugtog at ang ‘di pa kaaya-aya’y halos hubad na ang mga babaeng mang-aawit na gustong-gusto naman ng mga kalalakihan. “Shit niya! Bakit, siya lang ba ang kayang manloko?” dinig ko pang sigaw ng isang babae sa aking katabi. Sa tagal ng pagmamasid ko’y nagulat na lamang ako nang maramdaman ko ang mainit na likidong umagos mula sa aking mga mata. Napaiyak akong bigla. Bigla ko na lamang naalala ang sinabi ni mama bago siya pumanaw. “Anak, wala sa siyudad ang tagumpay, wala din sa ibang bansa o lugar. Nasa kinatatayuan mo mismo ang tunay na kayamanan kung alam mo lang kung paano mo ito hukayin. Lagi ka lang lumingon sa binhi ng iyong pinagmulan at hinding hindi ka mapapariwara.” Iyon ang huling biling umaalingawngaw pa sa aking kalamnan. Mapait akong napangiti. Tunay ngang pinangarap ko ang rangya’t kinang ng siyudad ngunit ni kailanma’y hindi ko nakikita ang aking sarili na isa sa mga kabataang napapaindak sa maruming aliw ng mga makamundong musika. Ako si Monet, at hindi ito ang aking pangarap. Lalabas ako sa lugar na iyong mas matatag at malakas na madirigma ng aking panahon. Nang muli kong lingunin ang aking mga kaibiga’y nakita kong naghahalikan sina Cat at David. Umiling ako. Marami pa akong makikitang ‘di ko inasahan. 47 47
Ako’y isa pa lamang na dalagang nagsisimulang matuto sa kung paano umikot ang mundo. Ako’y isa pa lamang na paslit sa kabila ng aking edad dahil alam kong marami pa akong matututuna’t matutuklasan sa aking paligid. Mga aral na ipapamana ko din sa aking mga magiging paslit. Sisiguraduhin ko, magbago man ang lahat, mananatili pa rin akong isang musmos na bukas sa mga aral at hamon ng matulin na yugto ng globalisasyon.
FIRST PLACE- Short Story Writing (Filipino-COLLEGE), PINTIG AT PANTIG 6: The Mountain Collegian Literary Awards 2013
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Renais sance Kevin Jake Angyab
Mother, where art thou? The long decades are gone. Reborn! Is the mission done? Thy hands that hold the glory and peace Now trampled by feet covered with thick grease. Do not hide thy face as bright as silk Let thy cracked land sip the glide of honey and milk. Descend thy justice for the murdered culture, tradition. Today, regain the scepter from foreign domination. Respond to the grief of thy children. Visit us on this underworld like a raven. Pound those bullets and ammunitions of unceasing war. Let thy radiance blast, be the exemplar! Hail, Mother, Hail! Thy revival, the antidote for our wail. Restore the pearl snatched from the Orient Seas. Strike the unruly! Shower the bliss! Hail, Mother, Hail! Raise thy flag, the banner to sail. Blow thy horn like a trumpet. No one should treat thee as a pet!
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Bittersweet Isis Leanne Ventura
It was saccharine My love for you, one mistake Put me to the abyss.
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A Simpleton
Abigail Joanna Nagpala
I walked the streets of our scrubby city, hating the air that I was inhaling for it spat out the filth of our place. It was drizzling and not many people were out. I didn’t blame them since it’s practically midnight. I hugged my jacket tighter, feeling the cold prickling through my skin. With every step I took, I could hear the clacking of my boot to the ground. The rain was blurring my vision, making me hate myself at the moment for not bringing an umbrella. I took a left turn and plunged into a dark alley. There were no public vehicles visible in the streets so I had no other choice but to walk home. I could feel that someone was following me... either that or I was just drunk. I hurried my pace, feeling fear slowly coursing through my veins, gnawing me inside, telling me to run. But I couldn’t run. I needed to be brave, I needed to be dauntless. I heard footsteps no more. I felt relieved when suddenly, I felt two strong hands clutching me from behind. I had no time to react, no time to fight back, no time to scream. All I knew was that I was plunging into void.
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Sa Gitna ng mga Nag-uumpugang Bato Juliet Esther Cindy Guerrero
Damdami’y nababagabag, isipa’y naguguluhan Lubhang pinag-iisipan, ano nga ba ang mas matimbang? Di rin matanto kung ano nga ba ang tama sa mali Kahibangan marahil ngunit ‘di ko lubos mawari. Paglipas ng mga araw, aking nasisilayan Ang kabutiha’t kasamaang taglay ng bawat nilalang Kaya’t sa tuwina’y ako’y nalulumbay, tumatangis Walang magawa kundi’y makinig at magmasid. Pagandahan, pasikatan, patabulga’t siraan Sa pandinig ko’y umaalingawngaw na nakakabulahaw Heto ako’t nasa gitna, tutula’t nagdaramdam Ano ang pipiliin? Sino ang susundin? Hanggang kailan mananatili sa pagitan ng nag-uumpugang bato? Manhid na tanggula’t tagapakinig ng magkabilang panig Hirap magkunwari, hirap piliin ang nararapat Parehong may mali ngunit pareho rin namang may tama. Ako, ikaw, tayo, takot magkamali’t mabigo, Tayo’y tuldok sa gitna ng dalawang burol Datapwat, higit kaninuma’y sarili mo lang ang makatanto Sa mga batong nakapaligid, puso’t utak ang siyang pairalin.
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Ang Sampung Minuto ng Buh ay Ko Rodelyn Bas-ilan
Sampung minuto... may sampung minuto pa ako. Sampung minuto na lang. Napatitig ako sa papel – blangko. Pinipilit kong magsulat, ngunit walang lumalabas. Pinipilit kong mag-isip, ngunit wala talaga akong maisulat. Siyam, siyam na minuto. Namumuo na ang mga butil ng pawis sa aking noo. Paano ba ito? Walo, pito... anim.
Limang minuto, tumatagaktak na ang pawis ko. Unti-unting nababasa ang pahina ng blangko kong papel. Apat na minuto na lang. Kinakabahan ako. Tumingin ako sa papel ng katabi ko, punong puno. Ngunit ang papel ko, nananatiling blangko. Tatlo, dalawa, isa. Wala akong nasulat. Blangko ang papel ko. BLANGKO!
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Pasasalamat As we reach the final pages of this literary odyssey, a proper offering of thanks is in order. However, before that, let us emphasize that the final words of this folio are also the prologue of a new generation of literary endeavors. We hope that you will all support Kalaleng 10, as you have supported its nine predecessors. To Ma’am Grace Taguba-Bengwayan, adviser, mother, and friend- thank you for your unending love, guidance, and support. This empowered us to becoming the master scribes we are supposed to be. To Sir Paul Joseph A. Nuval, adviser, brother, sister, and friend- thank you for your eagerness to teach us more than what we learn in our classrooms. We hope that you find your true love in all these :] ~ Dr. Ryan Guinaran, Mr. To the speakers of Pintig at Pantig 6- Atty. Delmar Carino, Romulo Bagacina Jr., Mr. Alemar Amdengan, Mr. Ferdinand Palbusa Jr., Mr. Ephraim Domingo, Mr. Jose Niňo Seriosa, and Ms. Riaflor Robelledo- for imparting your invaluable wisdom that encouraged and inspired young writers.Your words provided new horizons for writers to look forward to. To our ever energetic and caring alumni for always being there to share your lives after MC and for always supporting our activities, our sincerest gratefulness be with you. To Prof. Samuel Poliden, CAS- Humanities Chair and MC alumni, thank you for reviewing the literary pieces, this is greatly appreciated. Thank you also to the BSU administration for your un support to MC. To all participants of this year’s Pintig at Pantig and those who contributed literary pieces to Kalaleng 9, thank you for entrusting us your stories...your voices. Ebadeg jen iyaman son sika yon emin. 62
The Mountain Collegian
Editorial Board SY 13-14
The Official Student Publication
of Benguet State University
Faith H. Belingon | Editor-in-Chief Rhe-Ann B. Ngayaan | Associate Editor Mariel L. Laoana | Finance Manager Janice B. Agrifino | Managing Editor Richard A. Giye | News Editor Juliet Esther Cindy A. Guerrero | Features Editor Mylyn C. Maitang | Literary Editor Bobby Mc Gee O. Lee | Sports Editor Jessica V. Caranay | Olenor P. Llarenas Jerson B. Sabado Jr. | Juman Kevin B. Tindo
Senior Staff Writers Kevin Jake M. Angyab | Jaina Ashlyn Awas Brendon Bangco-og | Abigail Joanna L. Nagpala Irish Mikee Wigwigan | Arniel A. Dumigsi Chatelaine Wansi | Ericka Mae Pistola Daniel Jason Maches
Junior Staff Writers
Mark Samuel D. De Guzman | Harmon C. Nicer Ceasar James Osben | Keyzer K. Tad-o
Junior Cartoonists
Paul Joseph A. Nuval | Adviser Grace T. Bengwayan | Adviser
Ferdinand S. Palbusa Jr. | Giselle I. Ocyaden Gilbert P. Barro
Senior Cartoonists
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