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Literary (Submission): I Promise

NOTE: The poems in this series were written in English class by Grade 9 students and based on Christopher Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to His Love and Sir Walter Raleigh's The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd.
Aratig to His Love

Come live with me and be my love
And we will travel the world and see its wonders
From the vast blue seas
To the great gardens of flowers

And I will make you happy everyday
I’ll cook you breakfast, bring you gifts,
Make the short days last.

For you I shall give my life
And share my happiness.
If these delights thy mind may move
Then come live with me and be my love.

Polarlight's Reply to Aratig

If all your promises were from the heart
Then I will be the best for you,
Love you more than you do.

I feel that your promises are true
But then I won’t assume
That you’ll keep them all.

My heart tells me that you will try
But all I want is for you to be true to yourself and to me.
Then these delights my mind might move
To be with you and live happily.

-----

Emanon to His Love

Come live with me and let's create memories
And we will never forget these ones we yield
We will be appreciative and shout with all our heart
"Life is like a playground, not a battlefield"

And I will make sure that we won't waste a second
You and me smiling as we talk to each other
Filled with glee even for no reason
Pure happiness nothing can bother
For you I shall stay no matter what happens
For I don't want to leave you like I did back then
If these delights thy mind may move
Then I may be happiest among all men

Bae's Reply to Emanon

If your promises were more than just words
Then in a heartbeat I'd go with you
And create as many memories as our love will allow
Small fragments of the past we can hold on to

I feel the sincerity in your intentions
And your promises are more than enough
But if our feelings were to change as the sun goes down
Wouldn't it be hard to keep this up?

My heart tells me to trust you, though
For reasons I don't understand
Then these delights my mind might move
To go with you and take your hand

Literary (Submission): A Sonnet


Literary (Submission): Still


Literary (Submission): Where Are You?


Literary (Submission): Life is a Story to Tell


Literary: Broken Record



Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago…

He spent a summer by my side, he filled my days with endless wonder. I'm so glad I found you. We found love in a hopeless place, inch by inch we're moving closer. You are the best thing that's ever been mine. But you've been talking in your sleep. Tell me that you've had enough of our love.

Are you gonna stay the night? Won’t you stay with me? I want you to stay. Please stay for a while now. Say something, I’m giving up on you. Where are you now, cause I'm thinking of you? Kiss me hard before you go, blow me one last kiss.

You and me could write a bad romance, the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

You didn’t have to cut me off, you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough. Who do you think you are, running ‘round leaving scars? Why you gotta be so rude?

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Where were you when I was on my worst, down on my knees? Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?

This is the part where I break free, this is the part of me that you’re never gonna ever take away from me. Let it go. I’m alright, I’m okay. I'm so much better without you.

But when I'm with him I am thinking of you. Can’t remember to forget you, I keep forgetting I should let you go. After all this time I’m still into you. Tell me why you're so hard to forget- don't remind me. I'm not over you. I'm just a little too not over you.

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.

We're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again.

Literary: The Economy of Love


Literary: You Just Don't


Literary: Fiction


Literary: The Man



Here comes a man ready for the world,
Ready to give out everything that his heart could ever would.
A stately man, full of grace and love,
Was changed by a woman who also changed his heart.

It started out hopeful, the sun shining on a warm summer day
Their happiness immeasurable without doubt or dismay
They laid low on the coming of fall
Creating a promise that will be broken not for long

They all thought it was good and everything would go as planned
But they didn't see that breaking is at hand
A change of heart ruled out the love
From which sprang the brokenness of the heart

The cold came and the dark days crept into weeks
He asked for the love that they used to feel
Wondering what went wrong
But all she said was nothing, just letting his words fall

She silently left to pursue another one
Leaving him behind with the shards of their broken promise
He let out his despair in the flurrying blizzard storm
Turning himself cold with icicles in his heart

He was altered and forever changed
The love he used to feel is now a thing that never existed
He now haunts us in our dreams, stealing our every sleep
In the search for his pieces that once defined him

Literary: To my Dearest

Like most first loves, our story had to end. There is still a small tinge of the bitter feeling in my heart from the day you said goodbye. I don't think that that feeling would be gone because like most first loves, our story is unforgettable.

I am not here to tell our love story nor am I here to curse you for leaving. I wrote this letter to you with hopes that I could finally let go, and that I could truly be honest with you one last time. Yes, there is still a feeling of regret having its rage, revolting against my mind and my decisions. However, I still think what's gone is gone, and our separation is for the better.

I just want to tell you that I won't ever forget you, and that no one could ever replace you. I might finally meet my one true love in the future, but he won't probably make my heart flutter the way you did. His smile would be the sweetest in the world for me, but my mind would never erase the thoughts of your smug smirk, or your ever so bright grin. I would still remember the feeling of your clammy calloused hand enveloping mine, telling me that I'm safe, that everything's alright. Cold, rainy nights would still remind me of the times I curled up in my blanket, pretending to be asleep, giggling softly while talking to you.

I could list down all the things about you that I would never forget but I am afraid that might be too long. I have figured that the days I spent with you, though we are not together anymore, will never go to waste. I guess we were too naive, too nonchalant, to believe that our little story would never end. We believed that our promises would be made, that our stupid little dreams would come true. We were too lost into the feeling of love that we were blinded on the harsh realities and dilemmas life had to offer.

In the end, as I've already said, you still hold a piece of my heart, and that is yours eternally.

I still love you, just not the kind of love we had when we were still together. I would continue to do so, and my love for you shall extend in every dimension, and my memories with you would never cease to exist.

Before everything ends, before I go completely, thank you. Thank you for the time we spent together. I could never have wished for a better first love. I guess this is our final goodbye; our memories will remain as bittersweet as my favourite chocolate.

I love you... to the moon and back, to the universe and under, and to the end of infinity.

Yours truly,
Galaxy

Song (Submission): Alam Mo Ba?





Para lang maipakita sa iyo
Ang tunay na pagmamahal na ramdam ko
Ay gusto kong isama sa awiting ito
Na ikaw na nga ang hinahanap ko

(chorus)

Pero kasi mula noon hanggang ngayon
Di ka pa rin lumilingon
Di ka magbigay pansin
Sa akin, tunay na nababaliw, giliw, sa iyo

Ginagawa na ang lahat para lang makita mo
Na ako na nga ang para sa iyo, jusko!
Para ngang ikaw nalang ang 'di nakakahalata
Na ako ay may gusto sa iyo
Kasi naman

(chorus)

Pasensya na kung makulit na ang tingin mo
Desperado kasi akong makilala mo na rin ako
Dahil nasayang na natin ang panahon
Di ba't kaya'y nananadya ka na ngayon
Dahil

(chorus)

Giliw, sa iyo
Giliw, sa iyo

Feature (Submission): Class Production



"Create a five-minute presentation about the ethnic dances of the Philippines."

A pair of students sat on the corner as the others push the seats to the edges of the room to have more practice space. From the way they laugh, you won't sense a bit of uneasiness even if the deadline is only three days away and their class hasn't even worked on a title yet. Talking about how they slept when the topic was discussed and their whines and complaints about how their teacher is boring drown out the directions given by their leader. A classmate shouts asking for help to organize the music but was quickly shut down and mocked by the pair. Tired from laughing too hard, the two doze off.

Meanwhile, the musical committee gathered around the electric fan. All the members were the popular students who volunteered to get the position. They elected the most popular kid as committee head. He told his story about how he got his new phone while sitting in front of the fan thus receiving most of the air. He then tells a funny joke and everyone around him started to laugh. This was noticed by their leader who then asked about the progress of the group. The head immediately replied that they can't do anything since the props committee has not planned a costume yet and one by one the others justify the committee head's reason. The leader gave up trying to question them and focused on the other groups. As she went away, the head badmouthed the leader.

As the leader was explaining the topic further, a frisbee flew only a few centimeters above her head. Though nearly hitting their leader, the receiver throws back the frisbee this time, hitting their classmate beside the leader. They laughingly apologized and carried on with their horseplay along with other members of the choreography group. The teacher shushed the class causing the students to stop their ruckus but resumed their childish play after finding a well-made paper ball. A player scored a three but hit the teacher in the head.

Bothered by their child-like behavior, the self-proclaimed "mature" students went outside to buy food at the canteen without even letting their leader know. Having their fill, they sat outside, by the door talking about their relationships and their favorite athletes. Realizing this, the leader went to their spot and asked which committee they belonged to. One student replied while texting someone that they will just buy the materials needed. The leader fumingly re-entered the room and discussed who will do the comical scene. Lightning-fast, the students outside sprang to action and presented themselves.

Only fifteen minutes after the teacher gave the signal, the leader gave up and walked out crying.

She was full of them. She gave them all she has--her time, effort, sweat, tears--but still nothing. Like asking rain from a rock, the ebony of a crane: nothing. Was it too much to hope? Did she not give enough? Was it wrong to persevere?

In the middle of the hallway, tears blessed the floor. With one final sigh, she closed her eyes and quit.

The day of the judging came. It was a miracle that they managed to present something. After that they were all psyched. Some act humble saying they won't make the cut with smiles reaching their ears. Along, they made comments and comparisons between theirs and the other classes performances since they were first to perform. Alas, drumroll.

They were surprised of the result. Only third place after all the effort they've done? There must be some kind of mistake! They gave it their best! Only two thoughts came to their minds. One, the judging was biased since one of the judges is a friend of the champion class. It must be the reason. They made everyone laugh even with their unprecedented errors, how could they lose? If, however, they were proven wrong, it must be their leader. She quit on them. She was too weak to handle and lead the class. It was her fault they lost since she didn't do her job properly. All eyes glued to her, she faced them. With a straight face, she left them. All the insults came after but she didn't flinch a bit. She wasn't bothered at all.

Who was right, who was wrong? Be smart enough to know. Be human enough to understand.

Zumba Part 2, muling sinuportahan ng UPIS Community

Muling dinaluhan ng kaguruan, magulang at mga estudyante ang Zumba Part 2 ng UPIS Varsity Swimming Team noong Biyernes, Agosto 22, 2014 sa College of Social Welfare and Community Development, UP Diliman.

Bukod sa sayawan, nagkaroon rin ng raffle na pinamunuan ng UPIS Varsity Swimming Team kung saan namigay sila ng mga neon towels para sa mga nakilahok.

Bagamat mas marami ang dumalo sa Zumba Part 1, naging masaya at makabuluhan rin ang ikalawang Zumba activity ng kuponan. Naging masaya at produktibo ang programa dahil na rin sa magandang adhikain ng mga ito. Liban dito, ito rin ang nagsilbing fund raising activity ng UPIS Swimming Team upang makalikom pondo na inilalaan naman nila sa kanilang mga darating na laban sa UAAP.

Naki-indak at sumuporta rin sa fundraising activity na ito ang UP College Swimming Team.
Sasabak sa UAAP Season ’77 ang UPIS Swimming Team sa ika-2 hanggang ika-5 ng Setyembre 2014. / nina Trisha Serrano at Juneau Villanueva

Talino at Talento, ibinida sa naganap na Buwan ng Wika at Kasaysayan 2014

Nagtagisan ng isip at nagpakita ng talento ang mga mag-aaral mula Kinder hanggang Grado10 sa iba’t ibang paligsahan bilang bahagi ng selebrasyon ng Buwan ng Wika at Kasaysayan 2014.

Ang mga nagwagi sa Rampa 7-10.
Photo credit: Anna Punzalan
Pormal na binuksan ng Grado 3-6 at 7-10 ang Buwan ng Wika at Kasaysayan noong Agosto 26. Nagkaroon ng paligsahan sa pagrampa ang mga mag-aaral, Tagis-Talino, at paligsahan sa bawat grado. Nanalo ang 3-Batis sa kanilang Panabayang Bigkas, ang 4-Labanos sa kanilang Interpretatibong Sayaw, ang 5-Arayat sa Sayaw Filipiniana, at 6-Topaz sa Sayawit.

Noong ika-26 naman ng Agosto, inirampa ng dalawampu't apat na kalahok mula sa iba't ibang seksyon ang napili nilang karakter batay sa ibinigay na tema ng Departamento ng AralingPanlipunan. Nakatuon sa mga pagdiriwang sa Pilipinas ang para sa Grado 7 at 8. Samantalang sumentro naman sa sining ng mga Pilipino ang para Grado 9 at 10.

Nanalo sina Aldrin Baysa at Allysa Sapatua ng 7-Venus (Masskara Festival), King Vergeire at Dana Luna ng 8-Beetle (Pista ng Itim na Nazareno), Juan Miguel Panti at Arianne Baladad ng 9-Silver (Oblation at Lorna), at Carlo Gaco at Jesica Cañeca ng 10-Acacia (Batuk).

Para sa Rampa ng grado 3-6, nanalo sina Andrei Nicolas Pablico at Zsarina Timbreza ng 3-Batis, Christian Babaran at Erielle Arceo ng 4-Singkamas, Dayvee Christian Montalbo at Hariette Eve Gonzales ng 5-Cordillera, at Danzar Dellomas at Rain Fagela ng 6-Topaz.

Nagtagisan naman ng talino ang anim na team sa naganap naTagis-Talino noong Agosto 29. Bawat kuponan ay binubuo ng mga piling mag-aaral mula sa bawatgrado . Nagwagi ang pangkat nina Alizia Marquez ng 7-Mars, Roy Albert Canapi ng 8-Beetle, Adrian Bornilla ng 9-Silver, at Miguel Valenzuela ng 10-Acacia.

Para naman sa 3-6, nanalo ang pangkat nina ZsarinaTimbreza ng 3-Batis, Marius Nalica ng 4-Labanos, Angelica Gaega ng 5-Cordillera, at Arwen Panopio ng 6-Ruby.

Ang mga nagwagi sa mga paligsahan ng klase sa 7-10.
Photo Credits: Milcah Aragones (Gr 7), Telet De Sales (Gr 8),
Lyka Lubang (Gr 9 at 10)
Ginanap naman noong ika-10 ng Setymebre ang paligsahan sa pagitan ng mga seksyon mula Grado 7 at 8. Naunang nagpakitang gilas ang Grado 8 sa kanilang Interpretatibong Sayaw. Binigyang buhay nila ang awiting "Sige Lang" ng Quest. Nagkamit ng unang gantimpala ang 8-Butterfly.

Sumunod naman ang Chamber Theater ng Grado 7. Isinadula nila “Ang Gamo-Gamong Naakit sa Liwanag” ni Rene O. Villanueva. Nakuha ng 7-Venus ang unang gantimpala.

Bilang pang wakas na programa, bumida ang Grado 9 noong Ika-12 ng Setyembre sa kanilang patimpalak sa Sayaw at TugtugingEtniko. Nagkamit ng unang gantimpala ang 9-Gold, ikalawang gantimpala para sa 9-Silver, at ikatlong gantimpala para sa 9-Iron.

Huling humataw sa parehong petsa ang Grado 10 sa kanilang paligsahan sa Sayawit. Nasungkit ng 10-Molave ang unang gantimpala, ikalawang gantimpala naman ang 10-Lauan, at ikatlong gantimpala para sa 10-Acacia.

Maliban sa mga nabanggit na gawain nagkaroon din ng Poster-Making Contest at Minute-to-Win-it Challenge ang mga estudyante sa pangunguna ng Kilusang Araling Panlipunan at Sangguniang Pangwika. / ni Jenn Elona, sa ulat nina Rielle Ruiz, Travis Argayosa, Wren Breva, Jesica Cañeca, at Anna Punzalan
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