behind the scenes,

Power: BTS 2017

5/26/2017 10:17:00 PM Media Center 1 Comments






“KUMPLETO NA BA?”

Sa pagbubukas ng akademikong taon 2016-2017, kahit na last school year pa kami nagtatrabaho sa Ang Aninag Online, opisyal na kaming naging Media Center 2018 (MC2018).

Binuo na ang editorial staff at nagsimula na ang isa na namang di malilimutang pub year.


Alam niyo ba, maraming maraming marami (x1000000) kaming ginagawa. Ikukwento ko sa inyo ang isang karaniwang meeting/araw/linggo/buwan sa buhay ng isang taga-MC.

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“OKAY… KINIG MUNA!”

So… ayun… Magsisimula ang lahat sa pag-iisip ng topic.

Mag-iisip ka, hindi maaapprove kaya mag-iisip ka na naman. Mga ilang ulit mo yan gagawin bago ka mabigyan ng go-signal.

Maghahabol ka ng iinterviewhin. Maghahanap ka ng iba’t ibang sources. Mahihirapan kang magsulat. Pero siyempre, makakapagpasa ka pa rin!

Mag-eedit ka. Makukulangan ka. Magbabalik ka. Magrerevise sila. Mag-eedit ka ulit sabay fact check pa dahil minsang magka-erratum dahil sa’yo, hindi mo na gugustuhing maulit pa.

Mag-iisip ka ng taglines. Maggugupit. Magdidikit. Magkukulay. Magfaflatlay. Magpapa-Christmas lights. Gagamitan mo pa ng Encantadia powers para artsy ang banners.

“ANUNAG?”

Naihanda mo na lahat pero dahil wala ka pang headline o title o skel o cutline na katanggap-tanggap, hindi pa tapos ang trabaho mo. Ilang libong salita na yata ang napaghalo-halo mo pero ang sinasabi pa rin sa’yo: “Iba pa.”

Bihirang makalusot ang kalokohang titles mo kaya naisip mong bumawi sa pangalan ng poll. Kahit alam mong masasabihan kang “Wala ba nung may class naman?” ipinilit mo pa rin ang mga “samPoll” at “diPoll” level mong suggestions.

Pero di pa rin umubra kaya sa hashtags na lang. Baka doon makalusot ang wit mo.

#hideMCeek
#MC7up
#huManraCe
#MotherChildren
#ManyCreatures
#MCWow
#MagCabaliktad
#MagCaugnay
#MCumpisal
#AminanOnline

Binigay mo na lahat, madam! Naumay ka na, natuyo na ang utak mo, napiga mo na lahat ng creative juices pero… mag-iisip ka pa ulit. Ulit. Ulit.

“ANONG NANGYAYARI?”

Araw na ng pub. Akala mo ready na lahat at matiwasay na mapopost at mapopromote ang mga articles at lits.

Kaya lang… May kulang.

Kulang na info. Kulang na picture. Kulang na cutline. Kulang na teaser. Kulang na staff. Kulang na oras.

Maitatanong mo talaga kay Great Lord Jaena kung ano ba ang kasalanan mo noong past writing life mo at pinarurusahan ka niya ng ganito.

“TRABAHO MO ‘YAN!”

Madalas, halos wala ka nang oras para sa ibang bagay. Kinain ka na ng MC (at thesis, suri, campaign, script, docu). Wala ka nang life. Si Kuya Ferdie na lang ang ka-text mo para buksan ang room. Umiiyak ka na kasi iniiwan ka ng mga barkada mo dahil hindi na nila mahintay ang katapusan ng paghihintay mo sa kulang na materials.

Minsan masama na ang loob mo dahil kahit hindi mo kasalanan, sapagkat ikaw ang naiiwan sa huli, ikaw ang nasisisi.

Pero kahit ganoon at kahit sa 35 na pumasok at nagtrabaho, 34 na ang umuwi at ikaw na ang last man/woman standing, dahil alam mo ang responsibilidad mo sa grupo, gagawin mo pa rin ito.

“’WAG AKO! PAGOD AKO!”

Tao ka lang, napapagod rin. Kaya minsan nagsasawa ka na. Dumadating ka sa puntong bibitaw ka na. Nalilimutan mo na ang dapat mong nagawa o naipasa. Wala ka nang pake.

Kaya papatayin mo na lang lahat ng ilaw sa room, bubuksan mo ang air-con kahit alam mong bawal, at matutulog ka. Paggising mo, iba ang pinagagalitan dahil sa’yo. Dahan-dahan kang lalabas ng room. Maghihilamos ka. Magpapahangin. Hihingang malalim.

Aakuin mo na ang kasalanan mo. Babalik ka at hihingi ng paumanhin.

Natuto ka na.

“POWER!”

Gagawa ka ng paraan para maibalik ang dati mong sigla sa trabaho.

Makikipagkuwentuhan ka ulit at makikipagbiruan. Kayo’y magchichikahan, mag-aasaran, minsa’y magkakapikunan pero madalas magtatawanan.

Susubukan mong sabihin ang mga hindi mo nasabi o masabi. Susulat kang muli. Bibigkas ka ng madamdaming tula. Tutugtog ka. At kahit sintunado ka, lalakasan mo ang loob mo, kakapalan mo ang mukha mo, at kakanta ka kasama ng crush mo.

Sa gitna ng malakas na sigawan at palakpakan, makikita mo kung gaano karami ang sumusuporta sa’yo at sa mga kasama mo.

Maiisip niyo kung gaano kahalaga ang trabaho niyo. Mararamdaman niyo ang kasiyahan, katatawanan, kalungkutan, o kasawiang dulot niyo sa buhay ng ibang tao. Makikita niyo ang oras na kanilang inilalaan at pagmamahal na kanilang binibigay.

Naiintindihan mo na. Handa ka na. Magsisimula ka nang muli.

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“ONE… TWO… THREE… SMIIIIIILEEEEEE!”

Marahil isa sa mga pinakamagandang naidulot ng K-12 program sa MC ay naging tatlong semestre na ang work program. Mas nakakapagod, oo. Mas marami ring trabaho. Pero mas marami ring pagkakataon at mas mahaba ang panahon na itama ang mga pagkakamali, pagbutihin pa ang serbisyo, at mag-enjoy kasama ang mga kaibigan na itinuturing mo nang kapamilya.

Para sa inyo na aming mga masugid na mambabasa, maraming maraming salamat po sa patuloy ninyong pagsuporta sa MC! Kahit maraming requirements, kahit napakagulo namin sa inyong mga timeline pag pub night, salamat po at palagi kayong nandiyan para basahin o panoorin ang aming mga pinaghirapang ihanda para sa inyo. Asahan ninyong patuloy po naming pagbubutihin ang aming trabaho.

At para sa mahal naming MC2018, hindi man namin ito madalas maiparating pero sana’y alam ninyo na lubos kaming nagpapasalamat sa lahat ng ginagawa at isinasakripisyo niyo para sa MC. Proud na proud kami sa inyo at sa lahat ng nagawa, nasimulan, at naipagpatuloy ninyo. Tiwala kaming mas malayo pa ang mararating ninyo.

Cheers to one more year! Let’s make it count.




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filipino,

Literary (Submission): “Bakit hindi mo nasabi?”

5/26/2017 09:58:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Naduwag ako kaya hindi ko nasabi. Kahit na minsan, alam kong tama yung nararamdaman ko, hindi ko pa rin sinubukang itanong kung anong nararamdaman mo. Kahit palagi naman tayong magkausap, iniiwasan ko nang magtanong sa ‘yo ng tungkol sa mga ganoong bagay. Ayaw kong malaman. Baka hindi pa ako handang marinig ang sagot.

Natatakot kasi akong malaman yung totoo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Hindi ko sigurado kung aling katotohanan. Yung katotohanan na inaasahan ko na pareho nga tayo ng nararamdaman o yung katotohanan na iba pala talaga yung gusto mo. Natatakot akong ma-reject, hindi ko alam kung paano tatanggapin ‘yon.

Natatakot rin akong malaman na baka lahat ng hinuha ko mali pala, na akala ko lang pala lahat ‘yon. Nagfeeling lang ako, ganon. Pero ayaw ko rin namang maging manhid. Baka kasi lahat ng ipinapakita mo, walang malisya. Para sa ‘yo kasi magkaibigan lang tayo at ako lang nag-iisip na meron. Baka nga dahil gusto kita kaya nabibigyan ko ng kahulugan ang lahat ng ginagawa at sinasabi mo.

Natatakot akong masaktan. Matagal-tagal rin akong nagtago ng nararamdaman. Matagal-tagal ko ring iningatan. Baka masayang lang kung masasaktan lang. Kaya minsan, mas gusto ko pang magtanong na lang ng magtanong sa sarili ko kahit na hindi ko na malaman yung sagot. Hindi nga ako masasaktan pero hindi ko rin naman makukuha yung sagot.

Natatakot rin akong sumugal. Kung sumugal ako, susugal ka rin ba?

Pero, kung sasabihin ko ba may magbabago ba?

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anak,

Literary (Submission): “Para Sa Babaeng Pinakamamahal Ko”

5/26/2017 09:54:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Narito ako upang sa wakas ay masabi ko
Ang mga mahahalagang salitang kinikimkim ko
Na dito sa aking puso’y matagal nang nagtatago
Sana’y makarating sa babaeng pinakamamahal ko

May tatlong bagay akong nais sabihin
Sa babaeng nagluwal sa akin
Sa babaeng naghirap para sa akin
At sa babaeng patuloy na nagmamahal sa’kin

Patawad.

Patawad sa aking bawat pagsuway
Sa utos mong bumili ako ng tinapay
Maghain, magwalis, at kunin ang sinampay
Ayaw ko. Sabi ko kay inay

Patawad sa aking bawat pagdarabog
Sa mg autos mo’y nagkukunwari akong tulog
Pero kapag ako na ang humiling sa iyo
Sa aking pagdilat ay nariyan na sa tabi ko

Patawad sa aking bawat pangungurot,
Pananakit at aking pananabunot
Mabili lamang anglaruang minimithi ko
Ikaw pala ay nagkandahirap nang husto

Salamat.

Salamat sa iyong dali-daling pagtakbo
Upang sa anak ay sumaklolo
Iiwan ang anumang ginagawa
Itatayo ako mula sa kinasubsubang lupa

Hihipan at hahalikan moa ng sugat na natamo ko
At unti-unting mawawala ang mga luha sa mata ko
Yayakapin mo ako ng pagkahigpit-higpit
Hanggang ang sugat ay tumigil na sasakit

Salamat sa iyong paggising ng maaga
Upang lutuin ang alumusal namin ni ama
Kahit ikaw ay pagod at puyat pa
Gigising ka’t magluluto sa umaga

Salamat sa iyong paghahatid sa akin sa eskwelahan
Pagbibitbit ng mabigat kong bag sa iyong likuran
Ihahatid mo ako hanggang sa may pintuan
At umiiyak naman ako sa tuwing ika’y lumisan

Mahal kita.

Dalawang salitang hindi ko mabibigkas-bigkas
Sa araw-araw nating pag-uusap, sa bibig ko’y bihirang lumalabas
Pero ngayon, masasabi ko na rin sa wakas
Na mahal na mahal kita, ilang taon man ang lumipas

Hindi ko lubos maisip na maaaring dumating
Ang panahon na mawawala ka sa aming piling
Kailanma’y di matatanggap ng puso ko
Na wala na babaeng pinakamamahal ko

Bubuhos ang luha sa aking mga mata
At hinding-hindi titigil hangga’t hangga’t di ka nakikita
Mga hagulgol ko’y sinlakas ng mga kulog
At hinding-hindi ako mahihimbing sa’king pagtulog

Kaya’t mamahalin kita na para bang wala nang bukas
Akin kitang yayapusin sa bawat sandaling lilipas
Inay, nanay, ina, mama, ano pa mang tawag ko sa’yo
Ikaw, ang babaeng pinakamamahal ko

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english,

Literary (Submission): Backpack Confessions

5/26/2017 09:49:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Jansport,
Sorry I had to address you like this
You were the only one I can actually tell these to
But I really have to say it, all the things I keep inside
So please don’t doubt my words because all of these are true

Walking in school was something I dread
For each boring step was nothing remarkable
Then, I get a glimpse of even just a pair of thin straps
And there, I will smile at the sight of your name printed on the label

My heart will beat faster
In my chest, it can break free
And find its way to your front pockets
With the help of your zippers, it can never flee

If that so happens, I won’t complain
For it saves me from endless shame
And end up with your owner not feeling the same

But someday…

I hope I gain enough courage to profess all these
The heavy luggage of emotions I always wear
However, not to you, but to someone who holds you near
To the one who always carries you everywhere

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Ikaw ba sana ay akin?

5/26/2017 09:45:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Nagtagpo tayo sa ilalim ng buwan
Napapaligiran ng dilim at katahimikan
Pero nang ako’y iyong nginitian
Tila nagliwanag ang kalangitan

Nginitian kita at naglakad papalapit
Pero bawat hakbang ko’y bumibigat
Natakot akong ipilit
Natakot akong baka hindi ako sapat

Umaatras-abante ang damdamin
Hindi ko mahanap ang salitang dapat sabihin
Pinili kong umatras pagkat hindi ko kakayanin
Kung ano man ang aking haharapin

Kabiguan o kaligayahan
Natakot akong subukan
Natakot akong sabihin ang nararamdaman
Dahil baka ako’y iyong ayawan

Pero ano kayang nangyari kung ako’y umamin
Kung naipahayag ang damdamin
At kung hindi lang ibinulong sa hangin
Ikaw ba sana ay akin?

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english,

Literary (Submission): Said and Done

5/26/2017 09:41:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




It was a sad night,
I was with my family but still I felt alone,
And I needed somebody to talk to
And there you were,
Like you’ve always been

I told you what I felt,
Even though I couldn’t quite understand it,
I tried to put it into words
And failed
But still you listened

And in that hour-long conversation,
I looked back
And realized
That you were always there for me,
You gave the warmest hugs,
You showed the shiniest smiles,
You shouted my favorite hellos
And told me the saddest goodbyes

You were with me through thick and thin
And through all my ups and downs

We shared all our secrets with each other
Denying ourselves of secrecy
We told stories about our day
Even though we spent most of it together

Sometimes when we’re around each other,
When it’s just the two of us,
We don’t even talk,
We just stay there, quiet,
Appreciating each other’s presence,
I love those times
Because I always had the chance to look at you
And wait for you to look at me
So you can ask me “What’s wrong?”
And I’ll just answer “Nothing.”
Because I swear, in those moments,
Everything was right
And my everything was right beside me

We created our own world together
Hoping we could live in it forever
In pure platonic joy
But I just had to ruin it

In the midst of my stress and my crying
I told you that I loved you
It was a reflex
Since I say it to my friends all the time
But when I said it to you
I don’t know
It just felt
Different
And maybe even real
And for the first time,
In a long time,
I wasn’t scared
To fall in love with my best friend

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english,

Literary (Submission): Summer

5/26/2017 09:38:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I want you to know
How much I truly care
Because when I'm away from you
It's like something isn't there

Like on this great vacation
Where I'm having so much fun
It feels like part of me is missing
I wish that I could share this sun

I've been wishing I could be with you
Each and every day
Because I trust that with you by my side
Everything will always be okay

I want to share this awesome experience
With you and only you
If I could, I'd capture every moment
So you could live this, too

In a box with sandy beaches
I'd put the perfect skies of blue
And I'd bottle up the endless ocean
To bring it back for you

I love you like a sister
I hope that's something you'll never ever forget
And I'll say I'm sorry now
If I ever do something I'll regret again

You don't know how much I missed you
And for that, I'm glad to be back
Now I know for certain
Forever our friendship will stay intact.

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arabesque,

Literary (Submission): FaLOVEcy

5/26/2017 09:33:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Pinapangarap mo bang kumuha ng BS Philosophy sa kolehiyo? O ‘di kaya’y nais mo lang na mahasa ang iyong pakikipag-diskurso? Kung oo, para sa iyo ang istoryang ito!

Sa babasahing ito, susubukan naming ipaunawa sa inyo ang Informal Fallacies— isang mahalagang konsepto sa Pilosopiya na, ayon sa blablabla ay chuchuchu…

OKAY! Simulan na natin ang kuwento.

Kilalanin si Xander, ang guwapong paasa na #playboyofMNL, at si Anna, ang pabebeng maganda at pa-fall ng masa. Ito’y isang kuwento ng dalawang pabebeng ayaw umamin, pero may something naman tallaga. Ito’y isang kuwento ng dalawang taong nagmahal, nasaktan, at namilosopo.

*Kakatapos lang ng philosophy class*

Xander: Anna, Anna, pansinin mo naman ako! Just listen for once, Anna! Ikaw lang ang nag-iisang babae dito! *tinuro ang kanyang puso* Kung iiwanan mo ako, ‘di ko na alam kung paano mabuhay. My world will end!

Anna: Sino si Monica, Erica, Rita, Tina, Sandra, Mary, at Jessica??? Oh and by the way, you just committed the Ad Misericordiam Fallacy. Oo na, matagal ko nang tanggap na hanggang friendship lang tayo. Pero talaga bang kailangan mo pang ipamukha sa harap ko?!! Tingin mo gagana ‘yang appeal to pity mo? Ha! I don’t think so.

(Argumentum ad misericordiam occurs when pity is evoked in order to support a statement even though pity is logically irrelevant to the truth of the statement in question.)

Xander: They’re just my friends, ano ba! And wow nagsalita ka ah. Anong tawag mo kay Zane, Third, Ethan, Brian, Carl, at Jake???

Anna: Oops *snaps her finger* Tu quoqe fallacy ka na nga, red herring ka pa diyan, brad. Pero bakit mo kasi iniiwasan ‘yung tanong ko? Ayaw mo lang aminin na commited ka sa pito! Playboy! Playboy! Playboy! Nasa bokubularyo mo ba ang commitment? ‘Kala ko ba Top 1 ka sa klase? Sa lagay na ‘yan hindi ka magkaka-legit na girlfriend!

(Tu Quoque *Latin for "And you too!"*, which asserts that the advice or argument must be false simply because the person presenting the advice doesn't consistently follow it themselves.)

(Red Herring is a deliberate attempt to change the subject or divert the argument from the real question at issue to some side-point.)

Xander: Ay teka, paano mo naman nadamay ang grades ko sa away natin? Kailangan atakihin ang pagkatao ko? Ad hominem fallacy po ‘yan. At tingin mo bang kaya ko hatiin ang katawan ko para sa pitong babae? Mathematical fallacy ka naman! How many times do I have to tell you na friends ko nga lang talaga sila! Kaibigan ko na sila bago ka pa pumasok sa buhay ko!

(Ad Hominen fallacy is attacking or praising the people who make an argument, rather than discussing the argument itself.)

(Mathematical fallacy consists in applying of arithmetic to practical situations without qualifications.)

Anna: AH SO KA-IBIGAN MO PALA AHH-------

Xander: KAIBIGAN. HINDI KA-IBIGAN. Fallacy of accent po ‘yan.

(Fallacy of accent occurs when a false conclusion is drawn from premises at least one of which has been rendered misleading or false by a false accent.)

Anna: Sorry po ah, antalino mo po talaga. Hindi mo pala kaya ang pito, so ilan ang nilalandi mo? 3? 4? 5?

Xander: You’re committing the fallacy of complex question. Kayong mga babae talaga, sobrang OA niyo!

(Complex questions, or also called the Loaded Question, is phrasing a question or statement in such a way as to imply another unproven statement is true without evidence or discussion.)

Anna: Nasubukan mo na ba ang lahat ng babae? Fallacy of composition ‘yan! Bakit nga ba ulit kita nagustuhan?

(Fallacy of composition is a result of reasoning from the properties of the parts of the whole to the properties of the whole itself.)

*Awkward silence*

Xander: Sa ano ba ito? F.O. na ba tayo?

Anna: Ha? Rhetorical question kasi ‘yun, anuba. Tingin mo ba dahil lang sa isang away, hindi ka na mahalaga sa buhay ko? :’) Wag ka ngang mag-slippery slope fallacy diyan.

Xander: So ano ba ‘to Anna?

Anna: Ano nga ba ‘to?

Xander: Teka kasi ako alam ko eh. Alam ko kung ano ‘to, kung ano ka sa buhay ko.

Anna: Ummm… umm… Ako rin naman eh. *kakagatin ang labi, pipigilan ngumiti*

Xander: Soooooooooooo?

Anna: Sooooooooooo?

Xander: Sooooo friends?

Anna: More than that.

*Magkahawak-kamay na babalik sa klase*


Hindi man natin alam, nagagamit natin ang Informal Fallacies araw-araw.

Ang mga depenisyon ng fallacies ay kinuha mula sa:
Sipi mula sa The Art of Critical Thinking, pp. 43-76

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filipino,

Literary: Sa Huli Nating Sandali

5/26/2017 09:28:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Ang mga matang sinlalim ng kalawakan
Ang mga labing ka-linya ng tadhana –

Kumapit sa akin ang pagbitiw
Humaplos ang hangin ng kapalaran sa ‘king tabi
Lumipas
Ang oras…
Minuto…
Segundo.

Nang bumukas ang pinto,
Umagos ang mga bituin
Kumaway ang lahat ng paru-paro
Papalayo –
Ang oras…
Bumilis
Pabilis
Nang pabilis…

Yumakap ang lamig
Tumakas ang mga salita sa’yong bibig
Kinapos ng tibok nang sabihin mong
"Sana…"
"Sana..."
Sana.

Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata
Dumaplis ang mga bala
Ang init, humapdi sa'king dibdib
"Sana..."
Minasdan ko ang iyong mga mata.
Alam ko.
Alam ko.
Alam ko...

Paalam na.

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english,

Literary: In Time

5/26/2017 09:25:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I stared blankly
At the letter you gave me—
A small pink paper
Sealed with a sticker.
Your penmanship’s fine
And your signature’s too
But directly above it
Says, “I like you”

I stood stiffly
As you asked me,
Holding balloons
Which spell P-R-O-M-?
Then you said “I love you”
What exactly do you want me to do?

I said nothing
Not a single word
When you bluntly said, “Will you love me too?”
Because your words are like ropes
That strangle my throat-
Rather, my heart

Because all these confessions
I do not want
I do not need-
I am not yet ready to give back
And I’m not asking you to wait

Be free,
In love,
In time.

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barcode,

Literary: Bawat Papel

5/26/2017 09:22:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Ipinangako ko noon
Na kapag dumating ang araw
Na mamahalin mo na siya
Ay tatanggapin ko ng buo

Pero patawad
Dahil mali ako

Kaya’t lahat ng gusto kong
Ipanalangin
Sabihin
At hilingin
Ay ibinulong ko na lang
Sa mga papel

Sa lahat eroplanong papel
Na aking pinalipad sa ere
Isang lamang
Ang nilalaman ng mga ito:
“Sana’y maging masaya na ako
Para sa inyo.”

Sa bawat bangkang papel
Na aking ipinaanod sa ilog
Kalakip nito ang mga mensaheng
Hindi ko masabi sa iyo:
“Hindi ko na kaya pang
Maghintay sa iyo.”

Sa isang libong papel na tagak
Na aking itinupi
at inilagay sa garapon
Tanging isang bagay lamang
Ang hiniling ko:
“Sana’y makalimutan
na kita.”

at sa araw-araw kong
Pagpapalipad
Pagpapaagos
At pagtutupi

Ngayon
Napagtanto ko na
Na hindi sapat ang mga eroplanong papel
para matanggap ko na kayo ang itinadhana
Na hindi sapat ang mga bangkang papel
Para matigil ang sakit nitong pagmamahal sa iyo
Na hindi sapat ang sanlibong papel na tagak
Para matupad ang hiling kong makalimutan ka na ng puso ko

Ngayon
Alam ko na
Na ang tanging paraan
Para ako ay lumaya
Ay aminin sa aking sarili
Na hindi tayo
Para sa isa’t isa

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english,

Literary: Why

5/26/2017 09:20:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I know you asked that question, over and over.

“Why?”
Whenever we pass each other in the halls
“Why?”
Whenever we stare right through each other
“Why?”
Whenever we accidentally lock eyes
“Why?”
Whenever we quickly look away

And for now
The only thing that I want you to know
Is that I did, too.

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filipino,

Literary: Salisi

5/26/2017 09:15:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Ikaw, sa hilaga ang pinagmulan
Sumulong paririto nang biglaan--
hindi inaasahan, hindi napaghandaan
Ang pagtungo rito ng iyong mga hakbang

Ako, sa timog ang pinanggalingan
Bumangon mula sa nakaraan--
Piniling bitawan, piniling kalimutan,
Ang mga sandaling pinagdaanan

Tayo, mula sa magkabilang dako
Magkaibang pwersang sana'y nagtagpo
Ang tinig ng awit na wala sa tono,
Ang mga yabag ng paang wala sa ritmo

Ikaw, na ibang daan na ang tatahakin
at ako, na ang kapasyaha’y nahuli rin
Hindi man masabi, hindi man maamin--
Alam sa sariling tayo'y nagkasalisi

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emanon,

Literary: Hindi Na Kailangan Pa

5/26/2017 09:11:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




6:05AM. Huli na naman ako sa klase. Sumusuot ang liwanag ng araw sa mga siwang ng kurtina, na siyang nagbibigay ilaw sa madilim kong kwarto. Nakakairita, ang liwanag. Hirap akong idilat ang mga mata— mabibigat at selyado ng muta mula sa nakaraang gabi. At nang makadilat, ilang minuto rin akong nakatitig sa kisame, nag-iisip kung paano itatayo ang katawang daig pa ang lantang gulay sa panghihina. Bawat galaw ay tinalo pa ang pagong sa bagal. Mula sa dadalawang subong almusal, hanggang sa pagbabad sa mainit na tubig sa pagligo— lahat mabagal, tila walang-gana.
Ano ba ang nangyari kagabi? Nakakarindi, nakakatakot, nakakalungkot. Subalit, hindi naman na kailangang malaman pa ng iba.
7:10AM. Huli na nga, mabagal pa rin ang bawat hakbang ko patungo sa klasrum. Wala na naman akong aabutan sa mga itinuturo. Pagkapasok, abutan ng pagsusulit noong nakaraang linggo. Iba ang tingin ng guro sa pag-abot ng papel ko. Masama, tila nanghuhusga. Bagsak— wala naman nang bago dito. “Anong score mo?” tanong mula sa gilid ko. “Ganun pa rin, wala nang pinagbago.” Kanya-kanya nang pag-iingay at kumparahan ng markang nakuha. May mga masaya, iyong mga matataas at nakapasa. May mga sinakluban ng langit at lupa sa lungkot, iyong mga bagsak na naman at may ibababa pa pala ang marka.
Anong naramdaman ko? Nalulungkot, nagsasawa. Subalit, hindi naman na kailangang malaman pa ng iba.
12:10PM. Ang sampung minuto mula sa oras ng tanghalian ay malaking bagay— nagkakaubusan na ng pagkain. Nagkakagulo ang mga tao sa kantina, kala mo’y hindi pinapakain sa mga bahay nila. Nagkakabanggaan sa pagmamadali, nagdidikit ang mga balat na lumagkit na sa pawis at singaw ng nakulob na hangin sa kantina. Hindi na ko pumasok. Hindi na bale, ayaw ko nang makigulo.
Hindi ba ako nagugutom? Oo, nagugutom. Subalit, hindi naman na kailangang malaman pa ng iba.
5:00PM. Oras na nang uwian. Kating-kati na ang lahat na makauwi. Bago pa magpaalam sa guro, nakatayo na, nakasukbit ang bag at handang-handa nang lumabas. Ako, mabagal pa rin ang galaw, naunahan pa ng guro sa paglabas. Sa bungad ng pintuan ay may nag-aabang. “Bakit parang ang tamlay mo ngayon?” tanong sa akin ng aking kaibigan. “Wala naman, tinatamad lang talaga.” Ilang beses din siyang nagtanong, nangamusta— hindi ako makasalita. Hanggang sa magsawa na siya. Sa dulo’y umuwi na ako nang mag-isa.
Ayaw ko ba na may nag-aalala para sa akin? Hindi ako sigurado. Subalit, hindi naman na kailangang malaman pa ng iba.
7:00PM. Alam ko na ang kahihinatnan ko—gabi-gabi naman nang ganito. Paglapag ko ng gamit ko sa aking kwarto, maririnig ko na ang dalawang boses na hindi na natigil sa pagtatalo. Kahit ganoon, sisilip ako para bumati na nakauwi na ako. Isang lalaking nanghihina at nakaratay sa kama, at isang babaeng hagos na hagos na habang naka-uniporme pang pantrabaho. “May ibinalita na naman sakin ‘yung teacher mo. Kailan mo ba balak mag-aral, ha?” tanong mula sa babae. “Mag-aayos na nga po sa susunod,” na alam naman naming lahat na di magkakatotoo. At sa pagtalikod ko ay patuloy na muli ang sagutan. Handa na ang hapunan, ngunit hindi ko na gugustuhing galawin. Gusto ko na lang mahiga sa kama, ibalot ang sarili sa kumot at kumapit sa isang malambot na unan. At muli, lulunurin ko na naman ang unang ito ng mga luhang gabi-gabi na lang dumadaloy. Nakakagulat na hindi ito nauubos.
At kung gusto ko bang ibahagi sa iba ang pinagdadaanan ko sa pag-asang matutulungan nila ako?
Hindi na lang— hindi naman na kailangang malaman pa ng iba.

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english,

Literary: I am Not Your Compensation

5/26/2017 09:08:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Don't you dare
Try to coax me into
Spilling out the parts of me
You deem worthy of a show
I am more than just
A spectacle
For you to enjoy
That you will mindlessly watch
For a moment's pleasure
Of your empty,
Lustful soul
I am not
For your entertainment
My parts aren't made
To fill in the hollow crevices
Of your wretched self
Only to be spat out
When you have had
Your convenient dose

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english,

Literary: Hearsay

5/26/2017 09:02:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




People say that:

I am your typical hooligan
Who is used to breaking girls’ hearts
Who plays with people’s emotions
Who can never be trusted

Or I am the boy
Who never dreamt of being successful even once,
Who can never achieve anything,
Who never gets stressed,
Who can never be the ideal man every girl wants;

And that I am
The lad who is not worthy enough
To be paired with the girl he chose to love the most.

Yet,
Behind all these prejudice,
Is an unrevealed face, of a young man’s soul saying that:

“Those are only what people see, think and say,
And surprisingly I’m not exactly that same person they doubt every day.”

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crescencia,

Literary: Ang Hindi Masabi-sabi

5/26/2017 08:59:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Marami akong ginustong sabihin sa iyo
Pero hindi ko masabi

Hindi ko sinabi noong sinayaw mo ako
At tanging tugon ko na lamang ang hinihintay mo

Hindi ko sinabi noong mga pagkakataong
Ilang ulit tayong nagkalapit

At walang pakialam sa atin ang ibang tao.
Hindi ko sinabi
kahit sa sulat,
kahit sa chat

At hindi ko sasabihin
Kahit dito.
Hindi dahil ‘di ko gusto
Hindi dahil ‘di sigurado
Hindi ko lang alam
Kung bakit pa’t paano
Hindi ko aaminin
Hindi ipagtatapat
Dahil hindi na kailangan

Dahil wala naman nang patutunguhan

Kung pipilitin ko pang magpaliwanag
Sa mga parinig na hindi ipinagpaalam
Sa mga sulyap na pasikretong nagparamdam

At sapagkat walang sapat na paliwanag
Para sa puso mong pinaglaruan.

Sumulat lamang para tapusin
Ang kailanma’y hindi nasimulan nang maayos.

Sumulat lamang upang tuldukan
Ang magulo nating nakaraan.
Patawad

Salamat
Sa mga nasabi kong ‘di na mabubura
Sa pinakaiingatan mong alaala
Sa mga sandaling hindi matanto ng puso ko
Ang tinitibok nito sapagkat kapiling ka

Sa mga pangakong hindi man sinambit
Ay batid nating dalawa.

Mapanglaw kong pangarap

Mapait kong gunita

Salamat sa lahat.

Patawad sa lahat.

Paalam na.

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english,

Literary: Magenta

5/26/2017 08:55:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I have a confession to make.
Please hold your judgement and distaste,
I have no control over my case.

I love all things in the shade of magenta
Collecting them is my hidden agenda.
Those earrings of hers, fabulousa!
Her pouch, her scrunchie, and her dress for salsa,
All shades of magenta, oh how much I adore Brenda
Little did she know, I have her recently lost Prada

There’s also Emma’s purse and ID lace,
Elisa’s comb, locket, and fabric tapes,
And the make-up pouch in Jourdan’s suitcase!
They all vanished without a trace,
These among other items, I don’t intend to replace

Look at poor Gemma, stuck in a dilemma
Her fault though, she left her stuffed panda
It’s unattended, it’s in a pretty shade of magenta
Of course, someone like me would grab that

I steal from everyone inconspicuously,
Oh, how this act gives me ecstasy,
I love the feeling of fear and anxiety,
Right before I steal stuff with little value to me.

It won’t take a brainiac,
To see that I’m a kleptomaniac

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english,

Literary: Case Closed

5/26/2017 08:50:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I received a peculiar invitation to a party to be hosted by a Mr. Snyder. This was written inside along with the address: “When all the facts are lined up, one truth will prevail.” Other than that, it was all blank. I nearly missed the date and time, which was today, four hours from now.

I hurriedly made my way towards the venue, which was located at an isolated plot of land at the edge of a nearby forest. ‘A mansion. Why am I even surprised?’ I thought to myself. It was a typical mansion in terms of size and structure. However, what struck me as odd was the lack of windows on the first floor. I knocked at the door and I was greeted by a young woman in a purple coat.

“You must be the ace detective. I’m Mia Fey. Nice to meet you.”

I was shown to the mansion’s mezzanine where other guests welcomed me.

After a bit of chatting, I observed the great diversity of people invited to the event. Tenjin-sama was an elderly Japanese man who was adorned with garments of a temple priest. The woman with golden hair and dressed in corporate attire was Ms. Schade, an aspiring lawyer. A slender man named Mouri sported a black trench coat and smoked near the entrance, and was an esteemed medical doctor. Lastly, Ms. Fey was a powerful spirit medium, or so she said.

A loud noise akin to that of a gunshot rattled the entire mansion. I found myself at the scene of a crime, where a young man in his early 20s lay dead in the master’s bedroom with a gun in his hand and a bullet wound on his right temple. As I scanned the area, I knew exactly that it was not what it seemed. The other guests arrived a few minutes later. Ms. Schade was the first to react to the sight of our dead host.

“Oh my god! That isn’t really…” she exclaimed whilst gasping for breath.

“Calm down. We have to contact the police right away,” I told my fellow guests.

Dr. Mouri Scoffed. “Good luck with that. It’ll take them at least half a day to get here,” he said. “Besides, why bother them over a suicide?”

“Suicide you say?” Tenjin-sama asked inquisitively. “You sound awfully sure of yourself, Mouri-san, when you haven’t yet to go anywhere near the body,” he continued.

The doctor raised his arms in defense. “I thought I was simply pointing out the obvious. A dead man with a gun, inside a locked room devoid of any signs of a struggle. It doesn’t take a lot to put two and two together.”

Ms. Fey seemed amazed by Dr. Mouri’s deduction. She turned to me and asked, “What do you think, mister detective?

“Well…” I say with a faint smile, “The man is half-right, to say the least.” Dr. Mouri shot me an irritated look, but I continued anyway. “You’ve indeed done a good job in stating the obvious: dead man with a gun, no struggle, et cetera. However, you missed a crucial piece of evidence that was right under your nose. Mr. Snyder was left-handed.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” the doctor interjected.

“Everything,” I said calmly. “Notice how he’s holding the gun. Now, I don’t think a man who is about to die would make such an effort. Ergo, this is no suicide, this is a murder!”

A collection of gasps and murmurs followed my announcement. The guests were even more uneasy than before. “It’s going to be okay.” I said, urging the guests to return to their rooms and keep their doors and windows locked. I heard a few complaints, but I didn’t think anyone would be willing to stay up and keep watch.

Midnight struck, and so did the murderer. This time, it was Ms. Fey, who was struck on the head by a miniature statue. My heart nearly stopped as she gestured towards me. She spoke as I held her in my arms.

“It all happened in a flash,” she said weakly. “I’m sorry…” she whispered as she passed away.

Soon after, the commotion gathered the guests back at the mezzanine. Everyone had grim looks on their faces, losing hope and worried if they’ll be able to get out of here alive. Dr. Mouri spoke first.

“Well? Are you going to do your job or what?” he asked angrily. “If you were any good, then no one should have died in the first place!” he exclaimed.

“Now, now, I know you’re doing everything you can,” Ms. Schade said. “But it wouldn’t hurt to finally catch this killer,” she continued.

Tenjin-sama stood up, much to everyone’s shock. “I may have an idea on how the killer did it.” Everyone’s eyes widened at his statement.

“There’s an old trick that creates the illusion of a locked room. Mr. Snyder unwittingly let his killer inside the room, who probably asked to talk. The killer then murders him with the gun and placed it in his hand to make the murder appear as a suicide.” Tenjin-sama pauses, and then continues. “The killer ties a long line of fishing string to Mr. Snyder’s keys and creates a line towards his pocket. After he goes outside and locks the door, he then pulls the string until the key is placed properly in Mr. Snyder’s pocket. “

Ms. Schade and Dr. Mouri were clearly amazed by Tenjin-sama, who just sat down to catch his breath.
“So, who did it Tenjin-sama?” Ms. Schade asked.

He hesitated and was unable to answer, turning slightly red.

“Sorry, Tenjin-sama, but that would’ve been impossible,” I start to say. “Mr. Snyder was lying on his back, and his keys were at his back pocket. Therefore, it would be impossible to use the fishing line trick. In addition to that, we must also look at the second murder, which was a direct attack on Ms. Fey. From this, we can see that the killer is the type to go at things head on.” I stop for a bit, as everyone’s eyes were now focused on me. “Here’s my theory: The killer enters Mr. Snyder’s room and shoots him on the head, just as he did with Ms. Fey.”

“But that doesn’t explain the locked room!” Dr. Mouri finally snaps. “I’m sick of listening to your nonsense theories! I had high hopes from your observations yesterday about the gun being on the wrong hand, but enough is enough!”

“Wait… that doesn’t add up. How did you know that Mr. Snyder was left-handed when none of us had seen him before?” Tenjin-sama realizes.

I let out a dark smile “That’s the point,” I say slyly. “There was never any locked room. You only assumed that I’d broken down the door to the master bedroom. And the dead man with the gun, he’s actually the detective, Mr. McArthur.” I could feel the tension rising as the guest’s hearts start pounding faster. “It was exactly as I said, I went into the room and killed the man, put a bullet in his head.” I paused just to see their faces, beaded with sweat and full of fear before I give one final confession:

“I am Snyder.”

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english,

Literary: Penance

5/26/2017 08:46:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Forgive me for I have sinned
I repent all my mistakes
Absolve me for the wrong I’ve done

Forgive my words that turned to spears
That pierced the heart of others

Forgive my actions which I did
For my own selfish reasons

Forgive my cowardice to stop
What is already long overdue

And forgive me
For still saying I love you
When these words have lost their meaning

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english,

Literary: Sins

5/26/2017 08:40:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I am but a sinner

Woven and broken by the same old lines
Reap and harvest my soul, o, savior
If you love me, if you really do,
Then let me go
Evict me from your Eden

Since I am an outcast of your world
Ignorance is bliss, and I’d gladly close the door
Now that I am free and more alive than ever
Saying I was never yours

Naive as becoming who you wanted me to be
On this earth, now with solitude, I walk free
Tedious until I, for the first time, became me

Thinking about the past
Ravaging my desired future
Amid things that do not last:
Grudges from your features
Even if I am well-aware and wary
Decimated, as I am but a soul so weary
I confess to having believed in you before
Even during times when I shouldn’t have
So smite me, I don’t care, you can’t hurt me anymore

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corny blue,

Literary: Lies upon Lies

5/26/2017 08:36:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Have you ever looked at the mirror and realized,
Instead of seeing yourself,
You see a different person.
A person everyone thinks you are
But a person you know you’re not.

I thought it’d just be a matter of time
And I’d learn to get used to it.
But living your whole life pretending,
Lying to everyone and to yourself,
Can be tiring, too.

I wish I could tell someone
But how, if nobody cares?
Well, I thought,
Nobody should know
Because I’m no different;
They’re just sullen thoughts
From my pensive mind.
Aside from that,
I am normal
Or at least,
I can be.

So, I kept lying:
I force a smile,
Instead of letting tears run down my face.
They hear laughter,
Instead of my sorrow and agony.
I’ve been tough and ecstatic,
Instead of being vulnerable and despondent,
The real me.
I kept on fooling myself,
By telling everyone “I’m okay”,
Even if I’m really not.

Concealing all of my lies
By simply putting on a fake smile.

I kept on going…
With great courage
And hope.
With positive insights
And ravishing thoughts,
But I lied again.
‘Cause the sad truth is:
I am tired.
I am a coward
And pathetic.
I am impuissant
With lethal thoughts.
I want to give up;
But I did not.
Because I must live.
I need to.
I keep forcing myself
Because the pain won’t last
It’ll be alright
And perfect!
I’ll be happy
‘Cause I can
And I am

Another lie.

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english,

Literary: Admittance

5/26/2017 08:31:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




These are the confessions of a girl who loved, of a girl who rued, of a girl who understood.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship and more. We used to be best friends – the three of us. I don’t think that’s still the case nowadays. Maybe it’s all of our faults but it’s probably just mine.

I fell in love not just with my best friend but also with my best friend’s boyfriend.

You were together when I first looked into his eyes and saw he could be so much more than a friend.
You were together when I imagined what it would be like to be the one in his arms instead.

You were together and believe it or not, I respected that.

But I didn’t do anything to stop him when he showed me his intentions. I, myself, did not make a move to get him but he somehow implied my feelings were returned.

He started looking at me the way he looked at you. He hugged me tighter than he did before. He talked to me first whenever he has good news and he didn’t even tell you the gist of his story. He suddenly ended everything with you and I never reminded him that he’s committed to you and not me.

I’m sorry if I came off as selfish. I never intended to be the reason why your heart was broken by the guy we both loved.

Don’t worry. He broke my heart too.”

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filipino,

Literary: Bro Code

5/26/2017 08:27:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Noong ipinakilala mo sa akin ang mahal mo,
Tinanggap ko kayo nang buong-buo.
Basta hindi ka niya papaiyakin,
Dahil kung sakali, may kalalagyan siya sa akin.

Nakikita kong masaya ka sa piling niya.
Kahit pa sa akin ay lumalayo ka na.
May kaunting tampo sa puso ko,
Okay lang bes, basta masaya kayo.

Naging malapit din kami dahil sa’yo.
Tanggap na rin siya sa ating grupo.
Sabay-sabay na tayong kumakain.
Sabay na rin kahit sa Jollibee ‘pag dine-in.

Tinanong kita kung anong nagustuhan mo sa kaniya.
Sabi mo matalino siya, maganda at ang ngiti niya.
Ako rin,
'Yan din ang nagustuhan ko sa kaniya.

Pero siyempre hindi ko siya puwedeng agawin
Hindi man kayo maghiwalay, alam kong mali pa rin
Kaya’t hahayaan ko na lang kayong magsama
Para sa tuwing magkasama tayo, ay kasama ko rin siya.

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english,

Literary: Oops

5/26/2017 08:22:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




“I-I can’t do it!” Kaitlin says, storming out of the theatre. She holds her head in her hands, about to cry. “Someday, he’ll have to know. He’s my dad after all.” She finds a nearby bench and takes a seat.

“Maybe I could tell him the same way I told Arjun?” she thinks to herself. Maybe this is a good idea, other than the fact that she was drunk then and he was just being a good friend by bringing her home. She accidentally told him in the car, and then she cleared it up the next morning.

“Should I just get drunk and tell him accidentally so that he won’t take it seriously?” Kaitlin babbled sarcastically. She throws her head back and thinks that she might not ever be able to do this. Sitting there for what seemed like eternity, she notices that it has already been three minutes after the intermission is supposed to end and she already needed to go back inside.

While walking back to the entrance, Kaitlin stops in her tracks. She thinks about how she’ll tell her dad this secret that she’s been hiding for so long. Scenarios like being kicked out of the house or disowned by him play out in her head, and then she starts to think twice about this decision. Is this really worth it? Is this really the right time? Does Dad really have to know? Will I be shamed publicly and be burned at stake?

Kaitlin feels her heart beating so fast, she can feel it in her ears. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and blurts “I’m gay!” She smiles. She feels like the weight of the world was just lifted from her shoulders. The curve of her lips disappears once she opens her eyes to reveal her father standing there, not saying a word.

Her dad just remains there, a shocked look comes across his face. “Kaitlin?”

“D-dad, you’re supposed to be inside.” Kaitlin struggles to find the right words to say and that’s all that she can come up with.

“I was going to look for you, the play’s about to resume,” he says. He sighs for a bit and then gives her a smile. “Let’s continue watching the play, shall we?”

“Wait, you’re not mad?” Kaitlin is confused but she’s glad at the same time.

“No, Kait. I’m happy you told me. Well, I imagined this scene to be different but I guess not everything goes my way.” he says, winking. He puts his arm around her and leads her back inside the theatre. “I was beginning to think that you’d keep it a secret from me for the rest of your life.”

“Dad, you knew all along?” Kaitlin beams, taking her seat. An usher urges her to keep quiet as the music plays.

Her dad lets out a subtle chuckle. “I’ll always love you for who you are, baby girl” he whispers to Kaitlin, kissing her forehead. She just smiles and leans on his shoulder for the rest of the performance.

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english,

Literary: She Stole My Thunder

5/26/2017 08:15:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I remember how
My mother slowly brushed
The hair off my face
And how her voice
Made me recall
The calmness of the sea
We were like friends
Sharing our own
Thoughts and secrets
And hearing our own
Ridiculous laughter blend
The conversation went on
Until 12 am
And for my grade three self
It was late back then
I felt the imminent possibility
Of her bringing it up
Because we talked about life
And what lies ahead
My guts were right
Because she confessed
That she’s totally okay
That I swing both ways
And on that summer night
I finally knew
That I’d be able
To find solace

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english,

Literary: Confessions of a Not-So-Conyo Girl

5/26/2017 08:10:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




I know that I have no right to tell you this,
Pero mahal kita.
Sa kabila ng mga pagkukulang ko,
Kakayanin kong ipagtapat sa’yo na
I love you.

My emotions have created an outline
That my words are now trying to fill
And it is a tedious process
Of going back and forth,
Urong, sulong,
Hindi malaman kung saan talaga nais pumunta
Aalis, babalik, aalis, babalik,
Hindi malaman kung ano ang tinatakasan
Hindi mawari kung mayroon pang babalikan

Pero ganyan ang pag-ibig:
It will not tell you its secrets,
But it will try its best to unearth yours.
So before it even has the chance,
I am telling you now.
I love you.
Mahal kita.

Hindi maaaring sa iisang wika lamang iparating
It is impossible to box everything into one language.
Gusto kong mabatid mo na sa kahit anong wika,
I still think of you.
Gusto kong mabatid mo na ang kahulugan ng mga salita
Magpasalin-salin pa man
Ay iisa lang naman ang nais sabihin.
Gusto kong mabatid mo na wala namang magbabago.
I will not allow my words to get lost in translation.
I pray each promise finds its way to you
At susubukan na walang mapako sa mga ito.

I have always worn my emotions on my sleeves
But this time, I wear them in two languages
Para sa kahit anong paraan ay maintindihan mo
Na mahal kita,
That I love you.


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dimples,

Literary: Dear You

5/26/2017 07:54:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




In the midst of this chaos,
Unbearable pain
And despair,

Look into your heart
And you shall see
what a valiant person
you have become

Be proud
Of what hells you have overcome

Believe
That you are still capable
To love
And that you will be loved

Remember that
Even if,
You're broken
You are reparable
Even if,
you are hurt
you are mendable

The salvation you need
Won't come from whom you ask

For it only comes
within you

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feature,

Feature: The Best of UPIS: AY 2016-2017

5/26/2017 07:50:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Lumilipas ang panahon…

Lumipas na nga ang isang taong puno ng hindi matatawarang mga sandali, mga hinding-hindi malilimutang alaala. Kaya naman bago tayo mag-vacation mode, balikan muna natin ang lahat ng nangyari sa loob ng isang taong lumipas.

525,600 minuto ng pagkatuto…

1. Bagong Simula ng Pasukan! (Calendar Shift, Agosto 4, 2016)
Simula pa lang ng taon, marami nang bago. Para bang nag-adjust ang body-clocks nating lahat simula nang malipat ang pasukan ng Agosto. Pero kahit ganoon, nakakamiss din palang pumasok sa eskwelahan, pagkatapos ng limang buwang bakasyon. Kasabay nito, unang sumabak ang Batch 2018 sa bagong K-12 program kung saan naging anim, imbis na apat na taon ang ating buhay-hayskul.

8760 oras ng samu’t saring alaala…

2. UPIS Upgrades

UPIS Gym (Marso 26, 2016)

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Dagdag sa isang panibagong simula, magkakaroon na rin ng bagong palaruan ang mga basketbolista at volleybolista ng ating paaralan. Sandaling hintay na lang at may sarili na tayong gym!


UPIS 3-6 Canteen (Agosto 2, 2016)

Photo Credits: UPIS Media Center


Kung ang 7-12 Building ay may bagong palaruan, siyempre hindi magpapahuli ang 3-6 Building na may bago namang canteen! Doon din nakapwesto ang pinakaminamahal nating si Aling Norms na mula noon hanggang ngayo’y saksi na sa patuloy na pag-unlad ng ating eskwelahan.

365 araw ng dangal at husay…


3. Marcos Not a Hero (Nobyembre 18, 2016)

Photo Credits: UPIS Media Center


Bilang mga iskolar ng bayan, hindi lang basta puro laro ang pinagkakaabalahan natin. Nakibahagi rin tayo sa makasaysayang pagtutol sa paglilibing kay dating Pangulong Ferdinand Marcos sa Libingan ng mga Bayani. Pinatunayan natin noong mga sandaling iyon na matatag din ang boses ng kabataan, mulat tayo sa realidad, at handa tayong makiisa sa ating bansa.

52 linggo ng sipag at tiyaga…


4. UPIS Celebrations: UPIS Grand Home Coming at UPIS Week (Disyembre 10, 2016)


Photo Credits: UPIS Centennial Homecoming Facebook page


Punong-puno nga ng selebrasyon ang taong nagdaan! Noon nga lamang Disyembre 10, 2016, muling napagkaisa ang mga alumni mula sa UP High, UP Elem, UP Prep at UPIS sa UPIS Grand Alumni Homecoming, kasabay ng selebrasyon ng sentenaryo.

Photo Credits: UPIS Media Center

Para naman sa mga estudyante, ginanap ang UPIS Fair na may temang IdealISKO. Tulad ng dati, hindi nawala rito ang pasiklaban na pinaghandaan ng bawat batch, ang Powerdance. Nariyan din ang ibang aktibidad tulad ng Club Wars, ACLE, Christmas Party, at Variety Show, habang nagkaroon naman ng intersection intrams ang Grado 11.

12 buwan ng patuloy na pagtibay…

5. Tambalan ng mga Bago: Logo at Summer Uniform (Marso 21, 2017)

Photo by: University of the Philippines Integrated School


Opisyal na ring inilabas ngayong akademikong taon ang bagong logo ng UPIS. Kasabay nito ang bagong summer uniform ng mga estudyante bilang tugon sa panahon ng tag-init. Permanente na ang bagong logo at gagamitin na rin ito sa susunod pang mga taon. Unang makikita ang logo sa bagong uniform, na isang puting t-shirt kumpara sa dating polo. Talaga ngang new na new ang taong ito— new logo, new look!

1 espesyal na taon…

Tunay ngang espesyal ang dumaang taon na ito. Simula pa lang ng school year ay mayroon nang malaking pasabog— Agosto na ang pasukan at mayroon na ring dagdag na Grade 11 students sa 7-12 building. Sinamahan pa ito ng pagpapatayo ng mga panibagong pasilidad at pakikilahok ng mga estudyante sa isang pambansang pagkilos. Idagdag mo pa riyan ang taunang UPIS Week na sinamahan ng enggrandeng Centennial Homecoming. Matapos ang ilang buwan, may inilibas pang bagong logo at summer uniform. Sadyang UPIS lang talaga ang may ganito karaming ganap sa loob ng isang taon!

Sa patuloy na pagtibay ng institusyong UPIS sa mga nagdaang taon, sana’y sa panibagong pang-akademikong taon ay magiging lalong makabuluhan at masaya ang tatahakin nating landas bilang isang paaralan. // Ni Jaja Ledesma

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ASK. MC: Isang Salita para sa Isang Taon

5/26/2017 07:45:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Para sa UPIS students, nagbago na ang ibig sabihin ng pagdating ng buwan ng Hunyo. Dati’y hudyat ito ng bagong simula, isang bagong akademikong taon. Ngunit ngayon, ito ay buwan na ng nalalapit na pagtatapos ng kanilang klase at pagsisimula ng “summer break”. Na-implementa na rin ang K-12 sa mga paaralan sa taong ito at hindi naiiba ang UPIS dito. Sa kasalukuyan, mayroon nang kauna-unahang Grado 11 sa paaralan na binubuo ng UPIS Batch 2018.

Kaugnay nito, hiningan namin ang ilan sa kanila ng isang salitang makapaglalarawan sa naging karanasan nila nitong akademikong taon.











//Nina  Joev Guevarra at Zach Jugo



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Feature: A Night of Beauty and Light

5/26/2017 07:42:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



The Dawani Women’s Choir and the UP Cherubim and Seraphim (UPCS) held a concert entitled “Beauty and Light” last March 31 at the Church of the Risen Lord in UP Diliman.
The concert raised funds for the benefit of the Purple Center Foundation (PCF), an education-centered organization previously known as the Philippine Christian Foundation.

Behind the Scenes

UPCS, or more commonly known as Cherubim, is the official children’s choir of UP. It was founded and first directed by the late Flora Zarco-Rivera. She was succeeded by her daughter Elena Rivera-Mirano who we call Tita Lennette.

In the last five or so years, I’ve performed with Cherubim in at least five major concerts among many gigs and productions. Though much of the feelings and emotions haven’t changed, there were several new experiences that came our way this school year.

This year, we started recruiting a batch of potential new members, who are called apprentices, as we’ve lost several regular members after our production of Awit ni Pulau last July 2016. A selected few will be joining the regulars starting this summer. Other than that, we also have a new assistant conductor, Alyssa Liyana Dioquino or Ate Liya as we call her, who might assume Tita Lennette’s position once she fully retires. Our usual rehearsal agenda adjusted to accommodate Ate Liya and the apprentices.

The concert was our first time to meet Dawani and the PCF. In my book, it was also our first collaboration with other performers in an official major concert. We got to meet Dawani in our last rehearsal before the day of the concert and we only rehearsed our two songs together once. It was a blissful feeling to perform with new voices and to share our talents with one another. We only met PCF on the day of the concert itself and we got to chat with them over our afternoon snack before the concert proper.

The experience was nonetheless the same as usual – last minute rehearsals, making ourselves up, eating, reading through pieces, running around looking for other members, and fixing formations. I personally had to look after the younger members as part of the junior staff or senior members of our group. It was harder than usual as we weren’t used to the apprentices and their behavior in a concert.
The usual feelings of nervousness, excitement and thrill rushed over every single one of us performing that night. It had to be a night to remember as that was the moment our Cherubim batch was going to say goodbye and the moment the group will transition into another batch with a new roster of children.



CIRCLE GAME. Cherubims move their feet to a happy tune of a Joni Mitchell song. Photo credit: Raymund Creencia

Life as a performer is a never-ending tiring but fun experience. Even if this might be my last concert as an official member of the choir, I’ll always come back to where I found my voice. Besides, we always have reunion concerts with alumni and there’ll be one coming up sooner than expected.

From the Front Row

Another round of applause for the Cherubim! This is not the first time that I’ve seen one of their concerts, and I can tell you that this surely won’t be my last. There’s something indescribable about their performances, something that always leaves you wanting more. This time was no different, they came up on stage dressed in blue, then delivered a performance that was simple, yet amazing. It is also worth noting that the Cherubim Apprentices performed for the first time, and from what I saw, it bides good for the future of Cherubim.
Benefactors of PCF programs for child welfare, the Purple Choir, sang two numbers for us. Honestly, they seemed a bit uneasy at first, being faced with an unfamiliar crowd in addition to being long ways from home, however that didn’t stop them from giving a lively number that truly raised our spirits.



KABATAANG PINOY. Members of the PCF raise their voices as they send inspiring messages from their hearts through their rendition of Dan Forrest’s Always, Something Sings. Photo credit: Raymund Creencia
A little while later, a close friend of mine, Caitlin Noroña, performed a soprano solo with Dawani. While it was a bit of a challenge for my untrained ears to catch the lyrics, the way that their voices blended was enough for anyone to be captured in the emotions of the song.



AS HIGH AS THE CLOUDS. Cherubim Caitlin Noroña happily hits high notes in a solo with Dawani. Photo credit: Raymund Creencia

The finale, which was dubbed Tutti, a joint performance of Cherubim and Dawani, was simply spectacular. This ultimately brought the concert to an end, leaving the audience enthralled. “More! More!” the crowd cheered. Unfortunately, there was no encore. “If you want more, you’ll have to catch our next concert,” Tita Lennette said at the end.
Wrapping things up, I was more than satisfied with the set of performances. Not only was I able to enjoy the night by watching my friends, but I also ended the day with a good conscience, knowing that the funds raised by the event were going to help a lot of children sheltered by the PCF. Between being swayed by the performer’s voices and taking pictures for this article, I had a really great time, especially since I kind of had front row seats to get better camera angles. I may have seen Cherubim several times in the past, but they never fail to surprise me; together with Dawani and the Purple Choir, they brought into reality a night of beauty and light.// By 
Trisa de Ocampo and Raymund Creencia

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Kahit sa ganitong paraan sasabihin, umaasang nadarama'y matutumbasan din

5/25/2017 09:26:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments


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Feature: Focus Kasi: Paano Nga Ba Mag-#StayFocused?

5/25/2017 09:09:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Panatang makabayan iniibig ko…

Siya, siya lang po huhuhu. Ay joke.

Aking lupang sinilangan…

Business Letters. HRR. Happiness Song. Ugggh asan d’yan ang happiness?

...inaalay ko ang aking buhay, pangarap, pagsisikap, sa bansang Pilipinas.

Minsan sa buhay natin, lumipad na siguro mula Earth hanggang Jupiter ang more-often-than-not sleep-deprived nating mga utak. Natiyempuhan lang din sigurong sabaw ka noong umagang ‘yun, o kakatext lang ni crush ng “Good morning” kanina.

Focus kasi— diyan tayo madalas nadadali, lalo na kung ayaw na ayaw natin ang ginagawa natin. Siyempre madali lang palampasin ang pagkakulang sa focus kung walang nakakaalam. Malay ba nilang iniisip mo si crush habang flag, ‘di ba? Pero paano kung biglang nagpa-board work si Ma’am, tapos paglingon mo si crush pala ang kalaban mo? Last point na lang at umaasa sa’yo ang grupo mo para sa plus 2 sa quiz. Focus pa ba?

Kapag sinabing focused ang isang tao, ibig sabihin nakasentro ang atensyon niya sa isang stimulus. Nagutom ka, may pagkain, naglaway ka. Stimulus ‘yung pagkain sa paglalaway mo, at naka-focus sa pagkain ang atensyon mo.

Ang attention span daw ng utak ng tao ay parang spotlight, ayon kay Davis Strayer na isang cognitive psychologist sa University of Utah. “Our attention span is guided by our intentions,” sabi pa niya. Pwede nating luwangan ang focus ng spotlight para lumawak ‘yung sakop at kumalat ang ilaw. Pwede rin naman gawing concentrated ang focus nito sa isang bagay, para mas maliwanag at nakatutok talaga.

Ganito rin daw ang focus natin, at kaya natin itong kontrolin. Pero madalas, lalo na kung may automated systems tulad ng computers na tumutulong sa atin, mas pinipili ng ating brain cells na luwangan ang focus ng spotlight. For energy conservation purposes daw ito ng utak, para mabawasan ang stress levels at mas makapag-relaks tayo.

Pero paano kung ganito: Isa kayong spotlight operator ng malaking event, tapos nagpapanic na sinigawan kayo ng boss niyo na hanapin ‘yung kakarating lang na VIP at itutok ang ilaw sa kanya. Hindi ka prepared. Hindi mo inasahan ang paninigaw ng boss mo kaya kung saan-saan mo natapat ‘yung ilaw.

Sa ganitong sitwasyon, nalilito rin ang spotlight ng focus natin. Cognitive Tunelling— ‘yan daw ang mental glitch na nangyayari kapag nagpapanic tayo. Mula relaxed automation, nagiging panicked attention.

Kung tingin ninyo ay nabiktima na kayo ng cognitive tunelling, okey lang ‘yan dahil hindi kayo nag-iisa. Dahil dito, nalilito at nagkakamali rin ang maraming professionals, kahit pa mga piloto ng eroplano. Ganito ang nangyari sa pagbagsak ang Air Flight France 447. Nahirapang mag-focus ang mga piloto sa pag-aayos ng biglaang engine damages, dahil matagal-tagal din silang naka-auto pilot. Dahil relaxed ang utak nila, sobrang nagulat sila sa sunod-sunod na warning alarms sa monitors. Dahil din sobrang high-tech ng eroplano, automatic itong naglabas ng directions na programmed resolbahin ang emergency. Ang kaso, hindi naman palaging tama ang computer. Dahil panay sunod lang ang mga piloto rito nang hindi man lang malinaw sa kanila ang nangyayari, lalo silang napahamak.

Anong solusyon sa cognitive tunneling?

Kilalanin natin ang sagot sa isa pang airplane accident na tinapatan ang Air Flight France 447— ang Qantas Flight 32.
Makikita ninyo sa larawan (hindi po biro, at hindi po photoshop ang pagsabog) ang problemang kinaharap ng mga piloto ng Qantas Flight 32. Nakakatakot sa larawan pa lang, pero dahil sa tamang focus, ligtas nilang naibaba ang eroplano sa paliparan ng Singapore. Simple lang ang paliwanag dito ng research psychologist ng NASA na si Barbara Burian: Mental Models.

Nakasanayan na ni Captain Richard de Crescpigny, na siyang kapitan ng nasabing flight, na ihanda ang team niya sakaling magkaroon ng aksidente sa biyahe. Kumbaga nagkakaroon sila ng pop quiz bago ang flight. “I want us to envision the first thing we’ll do if there’s a problem.” , “Imagine there’s an engine failure. Where’s the first place you’ll look?” ganyan ang mga tanungan nila bago lumipad. Kapag gumagawa tayo ng mental models, iniisip na natin ang mga dapat asahan sa isang sitwasyon, bago pa man ito mangyari. Gamit ang mental models, may naaasahan tayong dapat mangyari, at kapag hindi ito ang nangyari, tumataas ang pokus ng utak natin dahil kumbaga naiisip natin, “Teka, parang may mali.”

Samantala, nagamit din ng nurse na si Darlene ang parehong konsepto ng mental models. Habang nag-aalaga ng mga sanggol sa ospital, may napansin siyang kakaiba sa isang bata. May kasama siyang isa pang nurse na nakakita nito, pero siya lang ang nakapansing parang may mali. Buti na lang at tumawag si Darlene ng physician, dahil nalaman nilang may sepsis pala ang bata, at kung nahuli pa sila ay baka namatay raw ito. Sa panayam kay Darlene ng sikolohistang si Crandall, nadiskubreng nagawa ito ng nurse dahil may mental model siya ng isang healthy baby. Nakumpara niya ang mental model na ito sa batang may sepsis, at napansin niyang hindi sila swak.

The secret of people like Darlene is that they are in the habit of telling themselves stories all the time. They engage in constant forecasting,” pagtatalakay ni Charles Duhigg sa pag-aaral, sa libro niyang Smarter, Faster, Better: The Secrets of Being Productive in Life and Business.

Ibig sabihin, kung gusto talaga natin matutong mag-focus, tinuturo sa atin ng sikolohiya na magsanay raw tayong gumawa ng mental models. Mental models that put us firmly in charge, sabi nga ni Duhigg.

Habang papuntang school, naiisip mo na ba ang mga pwedeng mangyari sa first period? May meeting ba sa club o para sa isang project? Kapag may hindi nasunod sa agenda, anong pwedeng gawin para maging #productive pa rin?

Madali ba? Siguro oo, pwede ring hindi. Pero proven and tested: kaya. Sabi nga ni de Crescpigny sa isang panayam niya kay Duhigg,

“You can’t delegate thinking. Computers fail, checklists fail, everything can fail. But people can’t. We have to make decisions, and that includes deciding what deserves our attention. The key is forcing yourself to think. As long as you’re thinking, you’re halfway home.” //ni Marianne Sasing

Mga Sanggunian:
Duhigg, C. (2016). Smarter, faster, better: The secrets of being productive in life and in business (Int’l ed.). New York: A Random House, pah. 71-102.
https://www.forbes.com/sites/carolinebeaton/2016/07/28/millennial-cognitive-tunnel-syndrome-why-we-miss-the-solutions-to-our-career-crises/#1b36a9821c07
http://www.news.com.au/travel/travel-updates/how-pilot-captain-richard-de-crespigny-and-his-crew-saved-qf32-from-aviation-disaster/news-story/6b755a7473f2c6f71cb1c3f1124b86b3

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Feature: Fid-get your Hands on these Toys!

5/25/2017 08:59:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments


You might have seen toys in people’s hands in the shape of cubes with a switch, gears, a joystick, and other features. Maybe you’ve also seen a colorful contraption spinning between thumbs and the middle finger and wondered “What are those?”

These toys are definitely something new and are no doubt fun to play with, but did you know that they’re not just meant for entertainment?

The cube-shaped toy is called a fidget cube whereas the one that spins is a fidget spinner. They’re marketed as aides for those with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, anxiety, and autism. Not only that, they’re highly addictive and are also designed to help you focus and relieve stress.

Fidget Cubes


When Antsy Labs released their fundraiser on Kickstarter.com, their project blew up (What do you mean by this?). They believe that their quirky product could provide a tangible way to capture one’s attention regardless of how often they fidget, consciously or subconsciously. Antsy Labs also believes that this “fidgeting” behavior shouldn’t be frowned upon or labelled as inappropriate and they’re passionate about the idea that with the right tools and outlet, it can have positive real-life applications. The cube isn’t designed to reduce fidgeting. Instead, it’s to make fidgeting slightly less annoying to those surrounding you.

HANDS FULL. Fidget Cubes fit perfectly in your fingers while you keep your hands occupied. Photo Source: thefidgetcube.com
When ordering one, you can choose from a variety of colors to match your workspace or even your outfit! Either way, it’s something that you can bring almost anywhere. Fidget cubes can be used during class when listening to a lecture, when studying, and when working on projects.

The cube, having six sides, also has six functions, so that all your fidgeting needs are in one place. There’s a click side with three buttons that are paired with clicking noises, and two silenced buttons. If you’re a fan of clicking pens, this side is for you. The glide side is one enjoyed mostly by gamers because of its joystick. When you’re done with those, you can come over to the flip side, with a switch to fiddle with. The breathe side is designed to help you relieve stress when you rub it, inspired by traditional worry stones. The roll side has three gears and a rolling ball that sports a built-in click feature. If you’re looking for a circular fidget, there’s a side with a dial that you could take for a spin.

Fidget Spinners


ROUND AND ROUND. The way that the Fidget Spinner moves will definitely capture your attention and do more than entertain. PHOTO SOURCE: all3dp.com
Fidget spinners have made their debut this 2017 and are taking the world by storm. If you look ‘fidget spinner’ up on YouTube, numerous videos about it are going to show up.

The spinners are built with inline skate and ball bearings and can spin for 2 minutes or more while you’re working, talking to someone, or trying to relax. Holding this spinning device between your thumb and finger has gained popularity with kids and parents because it’s inexpensive, portable, and has a capacity for quick play. In fact, due to its popularity, manufacturers in China that focus on phone cases and accessories have switched over to fidget spinners full time.

The fidget cubes and fidget spinners are both good tools to help you focus and keep your mind off of other habits you’re trying to get rid of. Either way, they’re sure to reduce stress and anxiety when you’re trying to focus or are doing something else with your other hand! // By Paola Pagulayan 

Sources:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/antsylabs/fidget-cube-a-vinyl-desk-toy
http://www.tomsguide.com/us/fidget-spinners-where-to-buy,news-25002.html

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