Last Day of School \"Yes!\" LAST DAY OF SCHOOL NA! No more surprise quizzes, quarterly tests, performance tasks and even assignments. In short, #SchoolWorksNoMore! As I walked through the crowd of students along the hallway of my school para umuwi, I noticed someone was sitting in a vacant room. This person turned out to be the person I am very jealous of. Bakit nga ba ako naiinggit sa kanya? Ewan ko rin. Basta, things happened kumbaga. This man, kahit na hindi ganun kataas ang mga grades niya, seemed to be contented with what he has. Unlike me who needs to go for the extra mile to maintain my ranking spot. He seemed to have less worries about what the future will hold. Unlike me who had so many ‘what ifs’. He seemed to enjoy every moment in this helluva school; when everyone else just wanted to burn this down. He seemed to be so carefree and so at peace. But, inggit man ako sa kanya, the thing is hindi ko siya kilala. I came towards him, while he glared outside the window aimlessly. \"What's your name?\" I asked him politely. He looked at me and smiled, \"I am all of you guys!\" I was confused at first but then he continued, \"I am all of you guys...and you will just know me when and only when, all of you will stop pressuring yourselves to be the perfect students, whom you are not.\" He stood up and patted my shoulder, and eventually, walked out of the room. I ran towards his direction but he completely disappeared among the crowd of students. I was actually dumbfounded with how fast things happened. And I realized - that encounter changed not only my last day in school, but also my life as a whole. LIT 049
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Lustering Schemes & A Pocketfull of dreams Five or Six. I kid you not, I tried to imagine myself in church. Not just for a quick trip to say a prayer or two, but to drop my bags off on their pristine flooring because I heard the cathedral windows singing for me to come home. It’s one of those little-kid-with-wobbly-feet thoughts I had that I never touched until just recently when my family took me with them for a visit to the Carmelite sisters. It didn’t seem hard to picture a life as serene as theirs. It could be everything I’d ever needed; I’d be away from all the city noises and closer to the voices of pure nature— more like God’s own humming. And just like that, I wanted to serve behind the bars of the convent as a nun. Seven or maybe even Eight. I watched my teacher swiping red ink against pieces of paper from her stack and encircling a number on the upper right side of the page. I got fascinated with her back-and-forth motion; the lone evidence of doing the same thing over and over again—which looked so simple to me—and signing that chunky stack of paper. Once, she caught me watching her carefully and afterwards, I found myself sitting on her Monoblock checking my classmates’ papers because her tired hands had let me. And with such a shallow concept of being an educator, my third grade self wanted to become like her. (But yes, sans the teaching part and standing in front of a sea of young megaphone mouths.) Ten or 11 until 16. I pretty much was the apple of the eye of our vintage box- shaped computer with my butt Mighty Bonded on our pink shabby office chair. If I could say so myself, of all the rears that has sat on it, it was most familiar with my heat. You could say that I was kind of on a high with Tumblr (Did you even live without hearing any beans about it circa 2010?) and its endless scrolling pinned with static and moving pictures and letters. With my trusty ole Photoshop, I too, would make my own graphics and I embraced the art of typography and collage-making. From then on, I suddenly saw myself mixing colors in the multimedia arts pallette. LIT 051
Seventeen and now, 18. In school, if I’m not in my solitude, you’d see me with my friends. You’d see us and you’d catch us with our mouths always open— either we’re munching on my lunch or laughing at a never-gets-old inside joke or having one of those heart-to-heart conversations (which I like to call Deep Fried Talks). Most of the time, I like to be the listener. I just feel my heart beaming when they open up to me with anything they feel like letting out and I’ve been appointed as their human diary. It’s almost as if they’ve helped me assemble a new body part as good as a listener as the heart; it was designed to solely shelter their stories with me—the drama, the good times, the flashbacks, the small victories. I like being a human safe box for their secrets and adventures and saying my peace when they need it. Scratch that. I love it, and even more if I’d work as one. Later at 19, and onwards. Though I’ve got a clearer, more sharpened image of what I want to do with my life after college, I’m still unaware of what would happen tomorrow or the next day or the week after. Would I change my mind? Would I start from scratch again? The contents of my head and my heart mocks the whimsical state of a chameleon. It keeps on changing, the way things normally would within the spectrum of our dreams. We’ll never know when it will stall. We’ll just feel the kick of the adrenaline at the verge of something we are about to indulge in. It doesn’t matter if we want to be a writer or a veterinarian or an actress or a café owner or a museum curator. It doesn’t matter if they sound a lot different from each other. No amount of pressure pumped by other people can change this. You be you and you do you. You don’t need validation for your dreams from others. With all the good things keeping the world spinning, you can be anything and anyone even at the same time if you’d let yourself go. After all, you own your dreams. Wherever it is you feel your heart pounding the loudest is where you begin and where your wandering ends. 052 PÁNANAW
Battle Cry Little do we know how we exist Between the right and wrong, bringing meaning by any means I want to know, do and be anything and everything The doubter’s sneers do mean anything And this is going to be a battle cry I’m using my full capabilities Demonstrating my innate abilities Pushing for power and responsibilities This is quality creativity No child left behind, look where that’s got us so far We got nothing to lose Blurred lines between the accusers and the accused One side speaks their minds The others pour out their hearts The fight, the fighting needs to stop Arguing who deserves to be on top I retire my title, my skin tone and my status I lay back and wait for the world to find balance From what emerged from this revolution Innovation transcending to new waves I’m using my full capabilities Demonstrating my innate abilities Pushing for power and responsibilities This is quality creativity The responsibility falls on us individually. LIT 053
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3 TranscendZooming in to the ignition of light is the transcendance of a new hope. To speed all over the bumpy paths and hard-to-hurdle obstacles, and still bring out a lot more than your potential is the act of transcending. TranscendThere's no sense of you just keep on doing the regular of being the light and igniting it to others. You need to go unto the next level. You need to rise above the ordinary limits. Millennial or not, to transcend beyond others is a need to be an excellent and a potential to other people. Being able to transcend lets you have the ability and power that others do Transcendnot have: the ability to be of power and control. This power, however, comes with a great responsibility of keeping in the virtues of light and how to ignite it. And that's the catch of transcendance; it's sustainability is in sake because of the great power within a transcending person. Anyone can transcend. It just takes the courage of that person to leap Transcendforward and accept their power to be the light and ignite their hidden potentials.
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Kislap ng Dilim Wika nga nila, paano na ang mga dadaan sa dilim kung wala na ang ilaw? Paano magagabayan ang mga maglalakbay kung ang liwanag na laging nandyan parati para sa ‘yo’y biglaang nawala. At Iniwan ka sa dilim. Iniwan ka sa kabihasnan. Iniwan ka sa gitna ng umaaligid na hangin na nagpaparamdam sa’yo ng sakit. Ng lamig. Ng kirot. Ng pagkawala nitong ilaw na laging nandyan. Ngunit sa dilim, dito mo makikita ang iyong sarili. Sa dilim, dito mo makikita ang lahat ng sagot sa mga tanong na 'di masagot sa liwanag. Minsan, kailangan mo ng dilim upang makapagpahinga sa nakakasilaw na liwanag, at dito mo maiintindihan ang lahat-lahat. Light Light is so much more Than the absence of darkness; Behold to blind eyes. LIT 057
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Fofrommy tohled pceerllsppehcotinvee It is 3:06 AM, and she is not asleep. She has not slept in the past twenty-six hours. I know this more than most of her friends do; she does not tell them about the insomnia, but a part of her hopes they will notice. The bags under her eyes. The yawn in her voice. The green circle that never left her Facebook name. I know. There is something wrong with her. I know that. She… is still coming to terms with it. I know, because she has her suicide notes saved in a locked folder. She has re-written them so many times over the years as though she’s still trying to cover all the ways to say goodbye. Goodbye. Annyeong. Adios. Paalam. Padayon. There is always a new reason to apologize. I’m sorry I forgot it was your birthday. I’m sorry I snapped at you once. I’m sorry I did this. There is always another person to console: mother, father, brother, best friend, boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. She can never seem to get it right. It is 3:51 AM. Her most recent Google search leads her to a page about warning signs on suicide. Deep sadness. Loss of interest. Trouble sleeping or eating. Mood swings. Having a “death wish”. It is 3:57 AM. Typing. Typing. Typing. Oh. Well. No one noticed? Come on. Trouble sleeping— the irony. Backspace. Backspace. Why hasn’t anyone noticed? Backspace. Doesn’t anyone care? Backspace. No. They care. They just don’t care enough. 4:18 AM. On nights like these, she accesses her gallery more often. IMG_1201 is her favorite. It is of her and her friends. They are all laughing up at the camera, arms swung around each other; pixels arranged perfectly in a way that almost makes her want to stay. Almost. LIT 059
4:30 AM. Calling: Best Friend. Call ended. Call duration: 00:00 seconds. She does this a lot; dares herself to call them and ends it on the first ring. I know she is waiting for someone to answer by the first ring; waiting for someone to ask her how she’s doing; but she doesn’t even give them the chance to. I will have to help her lie in the morning. I will help her say that it was a misclick, a speed dial she pressed in her sleep; we will turn her cry for help in to an accident, as if so many people haven’t already done it before. Some days, all she does is wait. I am not sure anymore what for. 4:51 AM. Typing. Typing. There is no getting better, at least not for me. She is wrong. She knows she is wrong. I have made the calls, I have sent the texts, I have done the searches. She has Manila Lifeline Center’s number saved in her contacts— 896-9191. Her search history shows that she knows that the Philippine Mental Health Association Lipa City Batangas chapter is just five minutes away from her home. But knowing something is wrong isn’t the same as doing something to fix it. It is simply a diagnosis without medicine, a prayer without a god. Knowing you are three hundred seconds away from getting help means nothing until you can ask for them to help you. 6:06 AM. One new message. From: Best Friend. Hey, good morning! 6:07 AM. One new message. I feel like something’s wrong… whatever it is, stay alive, won’t you? :/ 6:14 AM. Typing. Typing. Trying. 6:19 AM. Google search: Philippine Mental Health Association, Lipa City Batangas chapter: operating hours. 060 PÁNANAW
Glowedt We are gold Born strong and bold Bravery and desire were naturally mold Greatness is soon to be told Free yourself and explore Face the changes and embrace flaws Spread those wings and soar Learn new things and be one of the pros Stand for the just, then grow Inclined positivity and joy Remember, after heavy rain and snow There’s a rainbow and sunshine that always glow Live beyond what ifs and find joy in what is Take risks and less worries Let every failure turn into lessons That teach us to make wise decisions Let the world witness our success And let us be the success of the world LIT 061
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Limitless Limits are just restrictions; It wouldn’t define who we can be, It wouldn’t stop us from becoming what we can be, And it wouldn’t serve as our hindrance; It would be our guide to knowing what’s still right, And if that right still favours oneself. In every action that we do, There corresponds a consequence So this asks us to be responsible; It is never too bad nor too good, To step beyond our borders. Exceed the limits, And you’ll feel capable of doing everything; Exceed the expectations, And you’ll prove your worthiness; You would earn love and respect. If we know how to balance these two, Think about the things you can still do in your life. LIT 063
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Playing With Fire Each and every one of us encounters demons in our own lives. Some gets crippled by the monster, gets extremely damaged, and then mysteriously vanishes into thin air. Others choose to ignore them, letting them creep into their own lives, which makes those creatures even stronger. However, there are a few that were brave enough to face those demons and were able to obliterate them. Those people only needed one weapon – fire. Ivy was born in a complete family yet, she never felt that ‘completeness’. Her parents were always away for work during the day while she was left to her relatives. She surely loved the company given by them but, it was lacking. She was seeking, yearning for something else. Ivy used to be excited whenever both of her parents were home. They wanted her to be a perfect child, which she did not really want to be but, in the eyes of the young naïve child that always wanted her parents’ happiness, Ivy strived hard to do so. She was doing an excellent job on keeping up with her parents’ expectations until the end of elementary. Unfortunately, she did not pass the entrance exam on the school where her parents wanted her to be in. They belittled her because of the great disappointment she gave to them. Every hurtful word they said pierced Ivy as if they were daggers. She realized that all of those efforts she poured off did not make sense at all. School-works increased the pile of things that stressed out Ivy. Things in high school were completely different from that of elementary. The fact that Ivy is in a school that her parents did not really want her to be in adds up to that pile too. Ivy’s father stopped working, making her mother the only one that earns money for the family. The family was not financially stable anymore. They fought about it a lot since Ivy’s father became so stagnant and men are the ones that need to do labor in their culture. They quarreled a lot to the point that her parents wanted to separate. Ivy became suicidal. She tried to hurt herself for numerous times. She felt like trash, generally useless. The poor little girl kept on questioning her existence. She did not even have a single trustworthy friend that would give her sympathy and help her LIT 065
get through. You would always find her inside the bathroom or her bedroom, weeping, pleading for help, although no one hears her out. The company of her parents which she yearns for before, she despises it now-- totally. Just when everything is going downhill, the protagonist suddenly appeared on Ivy’s life. The protagonist whose language is hardly comprehendible yet gave melody on her mistuned life. They faced hardships at first but got along well after a while. She just lived off English translations and subtitles before. Now, she could read, write, understand, and speak a little on his language. Whenever Ivy was sad, the protagonist was always there and never left her. He gave her a new spark, a new outlook in life. For five years now, the protagonist served as her source of strength and motivation to continue going forward. If it weren’t for K-Pop, Ivy couldn’t have been able to write this article now. It was the fire that she needed to get rid of the monsters creeping in her own body, her own life. Until, that fire continues to burn, nothing and no one would be able to prevail over this once gullible and naïve child that turned into a mess but now got up, stronger and better than ever. How about you? What keeps your fire burning? 066 PÁNANAW
Tandaan itong mga pananong May nangangarap ba na gising? Kung ang umaga'y ibinaon na sa libing, imahinasyon na lamang ang tutupad sa mga hiling, at kung tulog na ang pag-asa na inaasahang dadating, mangangarap pa ba ng gising habang dumaraing? May naglalakad ba na nakapikit? Libutin mo ang malawak na mundo, at ika'y maliligaw, ika'y manliliit. Ito ay mundo na puro pasakit kaya ang pangarap ay nawawala na sa ilang saglit. Kung sa kalituhan at kadiliman ay tayo'y maiipit, maglalakad pa ba ng nakapikit sa mga daan na puro subalit? May nabubunyag ba na nakakubli? Patuloy na na-uubos ang mga sandali, Patuloy na nadadagdagan ang pagtitimpi. Kung ang posibilidad ng mga pangarap ay 'di pa nangangalahati, ibubunyag pa ba ang nakakubli sa ating mga labi? Oo, may nangangarap na gising. Pispisin man ng malamig na hangin ng gabi ang mga pangarap na nasantabi, sa pagsikat ng araw, sa pagmulat ng mga mata ay ang pangako ng panibagong pag-asa. Oo, may naglalakad na nakapikit. Ang hinaharap, ang pinapangarap--hindi pa ito nakikita; ito ang mga piring na bumabalot sa ating mga tinatamasa Subalit sa gabay ng ating Diyos na mapag-pala, tayo'y makakarating mula sa paglalakbay na puno ng alintana Oo, may nabubunyag na nakakubli. Sa kabila ng hirap, oras, at gulo, ang mga pangarap na naitago sa mga puso at ang pag-asa na dumadaloy sa bawat pulso, ay mananaig sa bawat tao na maniniwala dito. LIT 067
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Until Transcendence Today, I read a book, and I earn in the currency of ideas Of hopes, dreams, and experiences And tomorrow, I don the clothes of my people Within the might of my words Seamlessly retaining their spirit The portraits of extreme margins were so apt I have much to discover We humans only get one skin each, One shell with which to savor the world It’s difficult to relate with others in spite of what we hold We will never lack stories; there is no until Never have I understood until we fared with everyone’s sentiments I had never considered how much a cloth and its weaving could mean to a person Nor had I ever looked past the wreckage shown on television To comprehend the pain of survivors We wish to be a race whose lessons surpass national borders and generation gaps Yet we yearn for intimacy, particularly in genuinely relating with each Others hope and dream despite distance Beyond the hype surrounding, between everything In the midst of the miseries and mysteries swamping our senses. LIT 069
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Beyond the Fabric The rise of advanced technology has come; Giving birth to tech-driven millennials, That will be the light and instrument, To the country’s development. — The generation they will have. To serve as a voice to raise awareness, To utilize the use of the social media’s, To give way for more innovative solutions, To bring new inventions that would aid the country; — The responsibilities they will witness. There is so much that’s ahead of us; If we would look beyond what our eyes could see, And imagine beyond what our mind could foresee; We could prove ourselves. — We would make a difference. — Our future is much awaited by the world. LIT 071
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This and That's Abirth-giver had said to her daughter countless times to “do this and that”. She was clueless that her seedling had grown into an individual – a different mind; a different heart. As the young girl tried to speak, even in a whisper; faster than a roadrunner and loud like megaphones – the elder shut her down and reminded the poor girl of her youth. She explained the hierarchy based on numbers, symbolizing her control. In tears, the girl had no choice – she was reminded of her youth – and it was the day the stereotype should change. And so, she dried her tears and stood up; she opened her mouth, and a thousand unsaid thoughts came out. The old woman felt the disrespect, but little did she know – in today’s world, ‘respect’ isn’t dependent on who’s older and had experienced it all; it’s in trusting, even a little girl, for her “this and that’s”. Watch Us It took 2000 years To build the longest man-made structure in the world 40 years, For Israelites to reach the Promise Land 333 years, Until Spaniards let go of this country See, It took great amount of years To make history, To pin a monument So when I tell you 18 years, And we will build a fortress, Three more years and a city One year and a doctrine Believe me LIT 073
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Ayuda Mag-iisang oras na yata akong nakatunganga sa white board dito sa room na kinaroroonan ko. Inilibot ko ang aking paningin sa silid na ito at napagtanto kong tama lang ang espasyong meron ito para iokupa kaming tatlumpung estudyanteng kukuha ng NAT exam. Hayan at naalala ko na naman. Laking tuwa ko na nga noong Grade 10 ako nang ibalitang walang NAT. Halos magtatalon ako sa tuwa ng marinig ko ang balitang iyon (pwera na lang nang naisip ko na mawawalan ng klase dahil sa dry run). Ngunit bagsak ang balikat at nalukot ang aking mukha ng ibalita na ngayong Grade 11 ang pagkuha ng NAT. Mula sa aking pagmumuni-muni ay nabalik ako sa katinuan ng nagsidatingan ang mga kapwa ko estudyanteng kukuha ng NAT. “Why is it a need na magtake ng NAT? Grade 11 na us diba?” narinig kong wika ng isa sa mga kasama ko sa room. “Yeah. I thought nacancel na diba? Pero why meron pa?” Iyan at narinig ko namang sagot ng marahil ay kausap niya. Napaisip ako bigla. Hindi ko alam kung hindi lang talaga sila fluent sa Filipino at English kaya sila nag-Taglish o talagang iyon na nag na-adapt nila. Napakamot ako sa batok at sinubukang magsalita ng Taglish, pero sa sarili ko lamang iyon, dahil hindi naman talaga ako sanay sa ganoong lenggwahe. ‘Modernization. Being one of Generation Y’. Iyan na lamang ang naisaisip ko. Marahil ay dulot na nga ng pagbabago. Napatigil na naman ako sa pag-iisip tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa pagiging “millennial” nang dumating ang proctor na siyang nakatokang magbantay sa amin sa pagtetake ng NAT. LIT 075
Sobrang tahimik ng paligid nang magsimula nang tumakbo ang oras para sa exam. Seryoso akong nagsagot ng exam. Kahit medyo bagot na ako ay ipinagpatuloy ko ang pagbabasa ng maayos sa bawat tanong sa pagsusulit na iyon. Ngunit ang aking pagkabagot ay nawala nang mabasa ko ang isang salita sa isa sa mga choices sa isang tanong sa Araling Panlipunan. “…Ayuda,” basa ko sa salita. Napatigil ako at inisip ang kahulugan ng salitang iyon. Ngunit dumaan ang ilan pang minuto at hindi ko mahagilap at mapagtanto kung ano ba ang kahulugan ng salitang iyon. ‘Tik Tak Tik Tak’. Hayan at parang nagpaparinig pa yata ang orasan, kaya wala na 'kong nagawa kung hindi ay ipagpaliban muna ang pag-iisip kung ano ang meaning ng “ayuda”, at itiman na lamang ang bilog na katapat ng choice na may salitang “ayuda” sa pangungusap. Mabilis na lumipas ang oras at hindi maalis sa isipan ko ang salitang “ayuda”. Masyado akong nadala ng aking kuryosidad kaya naman ng makalabas ako sa room kung saan ako kumuha ng NAT, ay dagli kong hinanap ang aking mga kaibigan. “Kulas!” Narinig kong sigaw ng isang estudyante. Tila alam ko na ako ang tinatawag dahil kilala ko ang nagmamay-ari ng boses na iyon. Lumingon ako at nakita ko sila. Naglakad ako sa hallway subalit nahirapan ako, marahil ay dahil na rin sa dami ng mga kumuha ng NAT. Nang malapit na ako sa mga kaibigan ko ay may narinig akong nagsalita, “At last tapos na this NAT exam. I can feel na may masakit sa brain ko. So dami naman kasi the items sa exam eh.” Nang marinig ko iyon ay muli kong naisip ang tungkol sa pagiging isang millennial — sa paggamit ng naturang lenngwahe — pati na rin ang kahulugan ng 'ayuda'. “Ang tagal niyo.” Iyan ang bungad sa akin ng isa sa mga kaibigan ko nang makalapit ako sa kanila. Sa halip na magpaliwanag kung bakit kami natagalan sa pag-awas ay ito ang aking naging tugon: “Ano 'yung ‘ayuda’?” tanong ko sa kanila ngunit kumunot lang ang kanilang noo sa aking tanong. Naglakad kami paalis ng building na iyon at hindi talaga maalis sa isip ko ang salitang nabasa ko sa questionnaire ng NAT. 076 PÁNANAW
Nakarating na ako at lahat sa aming bahay ay hindi pa rin nawaglit sa aking isip ang tungkol sa salitang “ayuda”. Sa isip ko ay malalim na tagalog siguro ang salitang iyon kaya hindi ko mawari ang kahulugan, dagdag na rin siguro ang pagbabagong dulot ng kung ano kami bilang “millennials”. Lumipas ang ilan pang mga oras at abala pa rin ako sa pag-iisip ng kahulugan ng salitang “ayuda”. Nabagot at nainis na ako sa kaiisip ng biglang… “Google!” naisigaw ko. Dali-dali akong umupo sa harap ng laptop at itinanong kay Mr. Google ang kahulugan ng salitang “ayuda”. Nang makita ko ang kahulugan ng salitang iyon ay doon lamang ako nakahinga ng maluwag. Napangiti ako ng sa wakas ay tapos na ang kalbaryo ko sa paghahanap ng kahulugan nito. Laking pasasalamat ko kay Mr. Google. Nang dumating ang kinabukasan ay nangingiti akong pumasok sa aming room. Lumapit ako sa mga kaibigan ko at sinabing, “Alam ko na ang meaning ng ayuda! Ibig sabihin pala ng ‘ayuda’ ay support o immediate action!” Ngunit napawi bigla ang ngiti sa aking mukha ng makita kong nagpipigil ng tawa ang mga kaibigan ko. “Alam na namin. Pero salamat na rin sa info.” Sabi pa ng isa sa kanila saka ulit nagtawanan. Napasimangot ako sa nalaman ko. Pero makailang sandali lang ay nakitawa na lang din ako sa kanila at inisip na lamang na: ‘Atleast alam ko na kung ano ang “ayuda” ’. Sa huli, napagtanto ko na iba na pala talaga ang takbo ng mga bagay-bagay sa henerasyong kinabibilangan ko. LIT 077
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Law of Entropy, Law of Life “The second law of thermodynamics is the law of entropy it refers to the idea that everything in the world moves from order to disorder and entropy is the measure of that change.” Entropy – state of disorder – state of randomness No matter how organized a system is, there will always be disorder Aren’t we all just living trying to be structured and systematized when the universe and the laws forbid us to aren’t we all just mess up’s aren’t we all just trying – forcing what can’t be? And if this is how the way things are And if this is how the things will always be We will simply be living fools – How do we prevent what has already happened? How do we enforce change When things were already defined – this is the law of life Whenever we try to change, There will always be entropy This is science; This is the nature of life. LIT 079
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EPILOGUE In an interconnected world, unhindered by boundaries, humans always pursue new innovations and concepts to improve the quality of life and to effectively express ourselves. The evolution of society has been unexpectedly constant bringing about new generations of people who will manifest the innate qualities of their ancestors in the present, who will continue the legacy of the past, and who will invent the world we want to live in the future. We are the millennials. We may be spoon fed with all of the technological advancements that we have today, but we are beyond that. We are beyond how many like and heart reactions we have on Facebook or Instagram. We are beyond our social media profiles. We are beyond what the society labelled us to be. Thus, let us prove that we, millennials, are truly the agents of change — the epitome of human’s social progress. By harnessing all the innovations the older generation initially constructed; By changing the pace of our world at a much faster rate; By instilling the traditional values into technology-based principles, We will light the truth, ignite the change, and let our visions transcend. LIT 081
INDEX IND INDEX Literary Entries NMA 005 Prologue MVCG 063 Limitless VV 079 Epilogue MVCG 025 LIT ACS ACS KI 027 Luna ACS 008 Section One: Light PHF 051 LUSTERING SCHEMES & VM A POCKETFUL OF DREAMS KI NMA 032 Section Two: Ignite RA 037 Millennials NMA CT 055 Section Three: Transcend AG 013 Mind-Blown MVCG MVCG ML 019 Para Sa Mga Lalakeng Minahal Ko ML Na Parang College Entrance Test MVCG AML 011 6-Word Question MVCG 027 Person to Robot RQ AYD ACS 025 and... Flash! ITC 065 Playing With Fire ML VV 075 Ayuda IP 047 Sad Poems IP NS 029 Barbie Doll NS 011 School Mornings 053 Battle Cry NS 023 School Suspensions 071 Beyond the Fabric NS 015 Senior High 023 Cycle For A Change CT 045 Six Memos to this era 059 From the Perspective JADC 017 Spectra 041 of my old cell phone JP 067 Tandaan itong mga pananong Generation Y 061 Glowedt RA 073 This and That’s 043 Hindi pa tapos IB 035 Those Thoughts 057 Kislap ng Dilim MVCG 031 Unique Millennials 039 History doesn’t always repeat itself CT 069 Until Transcendence 049 (but it echoes) VM 073 Watch Us Last day of school 079 Law of Entropy, Law of Life MFGB 009 We are Millennials 057 Light JA 015 What Are You? 082 PÁNANAW
DEX INDEX INDEX Graphic, Illustration, and Photography Entries SA 001 Front Page Graphic Art KRS 058| 060 ¿ false ? comfort PJC 050 Luminous Scaffold AMP 013 \"Just\" in your head AMP 034 Passage VM 010 Color Code PJC 026 Plan B AMP 024 Polariods JA 080 Epilogue DDC 005 Prologue AMP 079 Error DDC 062 Restricted AMP 072 Eyes on me AMP 028 Sitting Pretty ACS 016 Fill me up LB 050 Sparks fly SA 038 Fire-eye PJC 042 Streaks PJC 064 Fireplace blues AMP 071 Tangled wires AMP 048 Half-full/Half-empty PJC 068 Treeline misery DDC 074 Stitches LB 056 Upside-Down AMP 024 Last Film AMP 061 Vivre Libre PJC 050 Lumière de l'eau AMP **Graphics for Pre- and Post-Folio Pages** ACS **Photo Color-Grader** LIT 083
D Editorial Board BOAR Allan Christopher Sayat Vidal Villanueva, Jr. Maxine Francesco Gwyneth Baculo Associate Editor Editor-In-Chief Managing Editor Nicole Alimania Ramon Rey Deguito Allian Mercedette Pelayo Literary Editor Layout Editor Graphics Editor Illustrators Layout Artists Photographers ABANTO, Seline | AGUIL, Jemimah | BELTRAN, LeGrand | BONDAD, Jona | CAPULOY, Paolo Joseph | CATAPANG, Darlene Danna | MADERAZO, Meilson Danel | RAGAS, Nichole | SONACO, Kerima Ruth | TOLENTINO, Karsten Lee | Villanueva, Maria Garret Eds | VIRREY, Katherine Joy Writers ALBANCES, Rein | ALTOVEROS, Joyce | CANTRE, Irene Tabitha | DALANGIN, Alaina Ysabella | DE CHAVEZ, Janine Aira | FRANCISCO, Pia Hautea | GABO, Ma. Vhida Carylle | GONZALES, Athina | ILUSTRE, Kylie | LLANES, Mikaela | LONTOC, Angela Mariz | MEDRANO, Veronica | PANGANIBAN, Janina | PECHAY, Isabelle | Sanchez, Nesli | TENORIO, Cheanne Consultant Ma. Angelica Samonte 084 PÁNANAW
RD PÁNANAW Words are arrows — powerful weapons in society. Indeed, through our words, we have the capacity to wound hearts — to give someone a lifetime of torment and unfathomable despair. We can put an end to every sliver of hope a person has and prove that the world is full of cruel, miserable people. Despite that, we also have the ability to open minds for profound discussions using our words to transform the world — to reach even into the darkest of minds and impart love, wisdom and peace of mind. We can use it to do good, serve justice and fight for what is right. We are like archers — ready to take aim. As writers of Pananaw, we chose to be archers of honor — aiming to uphold principles that will guide millennials in this modernized world. And you, where will you aim your arrows at? WORDS BY Maxine Francesco Baculo LOGO DESIGN BY Allian Mercedette Pelayo
PAŃANAW 2018
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