The Newsletter Volume 1, Issue 1

NEWS BatStateU BLEPP passing rate surges to 62.86 % Ava Bautro PADAYON: claPsSseSserqeuaidpys sotnuldineents Aries Delos Reyes PSS bags 7th Gawad Pablo Borbon 2019 Ava Bautro

NEWS #PsychPride Mr. Albert Arcega grabs Mr. Faculty 2019 title “Psychology inDtrh. eRoPnhiRliepspsiunrerseciscisotnil:l Esplana notches tenth spot in BLEPP 2019 Ava Bautro

NEWS Brainpower battle heats up COGNITIVE FAIR 2019: Mahu-Psyche students Maximizing students to their fullest potentials Reniel B. Marquez Yram Danna Rodriguez #MentalHealthMatters: PSS launches Mental Health Exhibit Aloe Angel Telow

NEWS Mahupsyches joins Psychology Program cheers BLEPP 2019 Takers UP Buklod-Isip Seminar Princess Magadia #LagingHanda: Psych students become disaster-ready thru DMH seminar Yram Danna B. Rodriguez









literary The Official Newsletter of Psychology Students Society - Batangas State University A WARRIOR’S ’don’ t be like me TALE by reniel b. marquez by aries delos reyes Iwas visited by my bestfriend. connection kept on blocking my way. “Keri mo 'yan beshynaenae”, \"Don't give up easily. Look at you I am a warrior. she told me. I felt motivated, I travel in a land swelling with fears and failure somehow, she keeps on supporting now, you keep on striving for the better me. Still, I kept on complaining and and keep on going even it is too hard. Thriving beneath the mountains of sorrow ranting whenever my teachers keep I'm bleeding, but I'm still wearing my armor on posting activities and modules at You will survive this situation, trust The surging emotions of “what ifs” and horror my google classroom. I also sensed His plans for you. Don't be like me, I the frustration; I want to do and killed myself just to escape the same Of living daily with anxiety and pressure pass it earlier but the poor internet problems you’re facing now\", she said. I take rest when I am tired to feel better I woke up in tears, didn't easily notice that I kept on crying. But, I never surrender because I am a fighter I am brave and my dreams shall grind my path. This land I travel shall forge my heart For I better lose this war–trying Than lose a chance to grow by quitting I am a warrior. always The wind bellows, she never halts She keeps on going to the extra mile, propel The progress may not seem so fast, by giselle mandac But she’ll still move forward with a smile. Even though the road is a long hurdle, Do it in your pace, and you’ll reach it, too Just like the fable of the eager turtle, Someday, some way, you’ll make it all come true. A beam worked its way across her face, She meekly waits, with sunburnt skin Like a rosebud, hopes for spring's embrace, No haste, stand still through thick or thin. Her strides may be hobbled and slow, But leastways, she never walk back Some dashes, some hurtles as they go, Like dandelions dispersed with luck.

PBALGAENK by carissa bridgette par I cannot see the beauty of words Hopeful being in this peaceful street As I cannot feel the essence it brings I started to feel what I’m trying to see Cursor blinking, stuck, and thinking My self gets serious, as my heart keeps pounding This paper is something, but still is nothing I knew I want it to be something as the light is nearly coming Wishful being in this quiet street Looking for myself made this poem from a blank page, Asking how would I want to start this thing With my cursor blinking faster, and endlessly on the range The darkness gets serious, as the night time approaches I saw my nothing turn into something Would it still contain nothing if the light starts showing? I found myself progressing merely by trying. Losing my passion as I lose myself Felt it was all over as I can’t feel the way Just like how this paper is still blank page I don’t know how to start writing and how to engage The wind blew to slap my face As my mind knew that it isn’t right to feel this way Words are beautiful, as what my past say A estheticsWhydidIeverstopthinkingofthesameway? by louie andrew villanueva The moon was full and bloody red. The sky is dark and the stars lovely white school uniform was stained with blood and covered decided not to join the lonely night. He was almost done with with tears of sorrow. his dreamed masterpiece when suddenly at his peripheral vision he saw a young lady by the window fixing her stare at him. At her back are silhouettes of a tailed human-like monsters with long horns curling to the back of their heads, grinning faces of Her eyes were as brown as the oak leaves in the autumn season. craving beasts, and hands wide open ready to grab their fist. He barely can’t ignore the distress the young lady is showing so he put her gaze at her. Her face was pale with a bright red lip. Her hair was Suddenly there was a splash of red paint at the center of his long dark and wavy. She was crying, but her face can’t draw sadness canvas. He set aside his palette and took the canvas by the window. nor grief. Her tears were bloody red flowing down her cheeks. Her “How beautiful you are. Maybe next time I’ll try to set aside my emotions when blending colors too.”













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