ENTRY #1 by ALYSA ASIDO

ENTRY 1: INTRODUCTION- Why do we need to study CNF? It is essential for people to read fiction and poetry, for it aids in appreciating more of the intellectual and artistic values. Aside from the introduction to various technicalities in fiction and poetry writing, the readers are urged to think outside the box, and be able to use creativity in expressing words. Also, fiction and poetry give a deeper sense of understanding the real sense of world. It includes moral values that can be applied in daily activities that were implied through the artful application of words. It is a beauty that must be seen, for it mirrors reality in a fictional and poetic view.

ENTRY #1 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

ENTRY 1: INTRODUCTION- There is a need for people to read fiction and poetry for them to integrate themselves with their very own realities. Fiction and poetry help people to have a deeper connection with themselves because the said forms help them to assess their own feelings, emotions, thoughts and thinking. Reading helps them to talk with themselves, it helps them to break the barriers of their unconscious minds. At the same time, it allows them to create their very own realities; to have freedom with their imaginations because their minds are the only ones in control. In a more contextualized contribution to readers, reading fiction and poetry should be practiced because it helps people to be more articulate and eloquent. 

ENTRY #2 by ALYSA ASIDO

CONSTRUCTED RESPONSE A COMPOSITION

 DEAD MAN ALIVE

It is truly a strange reality when a corpse visits his or her own funeral. In the fictional word, one may think that it is a zombie. In reality, it is actually an alive person who was surprised by his own wake. Based on the news, the man forgot to ask for permission before he left for an adventure. His family was extremely worried. Even though the man tried some ways to inform his family, he could not reach them for some reason. Making things worse, there was a report of a dead man within the proximity of the man’s area, and they assumed and “confirmed” it was him due to some similarities. Shock was written all over their faces when the man was back home.

ENTRY #2 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

CONSTRUCTED RESPONSE A:

Reality is often stranger than fiction because there are some phenomena that cannot be explicitly explained by the world of fiction. Happiness is an example that proves this kind of statement. Fiction always romanticizes the idea of happiness, it presents this state of feeling as something that could be easily achieved but in reality- it is not. The point of this is that we find happiness in our fictional scenarios that we create in our minds, we find joy in imagining ourselves with people who are not part of our reality. And this is what’s strange because the reality can’t give us the things that we want, the people that will give us the eternal state of happiness. Reality is strange because there is fiction, there is a need to make our very own realities within our minds. This may not apply to everyone but it applies to me, reality is strange because I need to acquire fiction to experience the authentic euphoria that I could never have in reality. 

ENTRY #3 by ALYSA ASIDO

CONSTRUCTED RESPONSE B:

SUSMARYOSEP

 An luhang nagturo sa samong mata, Asin an kulog-buot kan saimong pagkawara, Iyo na sana an naaabotan kan saimong mga bisita. Ano ta bigla na sanang nagpantay an bitis? Ma lamang paaram an buhay na dae pinalihis, Magpamati ka - susmaryosep! Si nonoy buhay asin nagkiblit!

ENTRY #3 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

CONSTRUCTED RESPONSE B;

REALIDAD NA BAKO KA SAKO

Ang puso ko nagliliwanag

Kapag ika na ang nahiling ko

Pero tano mayo ning simbag

Tadaw bako ako ang padangat mo?

Ako nakamating kaogmahan

Sa mga bagay na nagkakairisip ko

Na ika sakuyang kaibahan

Sa realidad na sakong gibo-gibo. 

ENTRY #4 by ALYSA ASIDO and PATRICK FABE TOGANO

VIGNETTE WRITTEN WORK :

NKKPgPPBGBg (Nakakapagpapabagabag)

 Sina Fabe at Alysa ay ang mga mag-aaral ng Unibersidad ng Ateneo de Naga na naatasang maglingkod sa munisipalidad ng nasabing lungsod. Sa pagmulat ng kanilang mga mata sa umaga, kinakailangan nilang bumangon upang bumiyahe at makompleto ang sampung araw ng pagtatrabaho sa buwan ng Nobyembre. Kasabay ng pagtapak ng unang hakbang sa opisina ay ang pagsalubong ng amoy ng kape at tunog ng pagbuhos ng tubig sa gripo. Ngiting umaabot sa tenga ang unang pambungad sa dalawa ng kanilang supervisor at mga katrabaho. May bahid man ng hiya ay nasuklian pa rin naman nila ang mga ngiting ito. Kinakailangan nilang magsimula nang alas otso ng umaga upang maisakatuparan ang kanilang layuning makapagmartsa. Naulit muli ang amoy ng kape at pagbuhos ng tubig sa gripo. Nakakapagpapabagabag ang mga ito sa panlasa at pandinig ng mga mag-aaral. Marahil ay naging komportable sila sa mga benepisyong ito. Sabayan pa ng nakakapanindig balahibong dulot ng aircon. Hindi maikakailang isipin ng dalawa kung ang mga benepisyong ito ay nasasamo ng iba bukod sa opisinang kanilang pinaglilingkuran. Hindi mawari nina Fabe at Alysa kung magiging masaya ba sila dahil nakaaamoy sila ng kape at nakaririnig ng pagbuhos ng tubig, o patuloy na mababagabag dahil hindi lahat ay nakaaamoy at nakaririnig ng ganitong klaseng mga bagay.

ENTRY #5 by ALYSA ASIDO and PATRICK FABE TOGANO

POEM WRITTEN WORK

 Magtuturo Ka Pa Ba? 

 Titser, titser, ano ang ituturo mo?

 Ngunit ani niya'y makatuturo lamang kung may pisara

, Sa bawat maling naitala'y kailangan ng pambura, 

Pampaaralang kasangkapan, susi sa magandang panimula. 

 Titser, titser, ano ang ituturo mo?

 Ngayong araw, tatalakayin daw ang isang pabula,

 Tila ba'y umiiyak ang mga aklat na mababasa,

 'Pagkat nadatnan namin ang mga ito sa baha.

Titser, titser, ano ang ituturo mo?

 Ngayong nakikita mo ang mga kulang sa silya

, Mga bentilador, init na hangin ang ibinubuga,

 Tatanungin kita, magtuturo ka pa ba?

 Titser, titser, ano ang ituturo mo?

 Ang katotohanan ba sa likod ng mga pangako? 

Ang dapat na sa amin na kanilang ipinako?

 O ang ilaw ng umagang kanilang itinatago? 

 Titser, titser, magtuturo ka pa ba?

 Kung ang kinabukasa'y kanila nang ibinulsa,

 Ang apat na sulok ng aming pag-asa, 

Ngayon ay salat at tanging ako lang ang natitira. 

ENTRY #6 by ALYSA ASIDO and PATRICK FABE TOGANO

LEAD

TO DIE AND WITHER

Our government is a root that inhibits the future learner’s growth- and that my friend is the greatest paradox, that our country has ever had. For countless years, public school students have endured the struggles of fitting in four-cornered rooms that are not equally proportional to the number of its students. Llooking at it in a more deeper and realistic context, these students are lucky enough to be able to work nary at under the shade unlike some who spend their time suffering under the fiery rays of the sun. Yes, my feel mend, there is an occurring classroom shortage in our countWhere is an existing reality that learners are not able to attain their dreams of having a good future not because of the absence of their will to study, but because of the lack of facilities being catered to them. “Ang mga classrooms natin, hindi siya conducive for learning, hindi inoobserve ang proper ratio kaya ang tendency nito, bilang isang public school student, pawawalan ng gana yung mga bata na makinig and worse, pumasok, kasi masyadong crowded and masyadong uncomfortable yung lugar para sa kanila” says Geraldine Fabricante, a librarian from the ADNU SHS who had been a public school student and has siblings studying in public schools. The classroom shortage is a social issue that must be addressed in our country, but the question is- how can it be addressed it those who are expected to solve it are also the people behind its existence? The government plays a major factor in this dilemma; “Ang gobyerno talaga ang pinaka rason kung bakit nangyayari to, kasi hindi nila dinidistribute ng maayos yung budget na para sana sa education, instead linalagay nila ito sa ibang mga bagay na hindi naman talaga kinakailanganan ng ganon kalaking pera’” says Rexon Nebran, a security guard from the ADNU SHS. Another factor is the poverty itself; the existing class division in our society prohibits leamers to be part of a more affordable, quality-wise education however this is not a degradation towards public schools, it is just a reality that some students settle to study in these schools because of their financial incapability- letting themselves endure the crowded and unconducive ambiance. Poverty, however can still be relative to the government’s incompetency; there is a small number of opportunities that are being given to the proletariat, which then results in a lesser income that reduces their incapability to send off their sons and daughters to a better educational setting. It will all fall down to the government: gur learners will never blossom if the root- which is the government, will not allow itself to grow.

ENTRY #7 by ALYSA ASIDO

BAKIT HINDI MANGANGAMBA?

Tigre sa bilis na kumakalat ang novel coronavirus na nagdulot ng pangamba sa mga Filipino. Ang virus daw na ito ay may kakayahang pantayin ang paa ng sinumang madadatnan. Sa lugar ng lupang sinilangan, ang dating mala-rosas na labi ay natatakpan na ngayon ng mga asul at makakapal na mask. Mapapansin ding namumuti na ang balat ng mga tinaguriang kayumanggi. Naiibsan na ang masasayang halakhak na kinukulayan ang kalsada at tanging ubo at pagsinghot ng ilong na lamang ang maririnig. Ilan lamang ang mga ito sa karimlan ng pagpunta ng mga manilaw-nilaw. Hindi lamang sa teritoryo nasasakop ang Pilipinas, pati sa kalusugan na rin, tapos sasabihin ng mga “may alam” na huwag mangamba? Isa itong kahangalan. Apoy sa kandila ang aming buhay at bentilador sa lakas ang “kanilang” pagsasawalang bahala ng aming pangamba. Buhay na ang nakataya at hindi pa rin dapat mangamba.

ENTRY #7 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

INFODEMIC: THE NOVEL FILIPINO VIRUS

It is not an outbreak of a Corona Virus pandemic that will kill this country, but rather an infodemic that has been with Filipinos for the longest time. The Novel Corona virus, which is said to be a speeding front runner, has already made a total of 78, 332 cases all over the world according to the World Health Organization (WHO). The time it takes to spread is faster than the light waves travelling as there are already 1,873 deaths around the world including the Pearl of the Orient Seas-Philippines. Last February 2, its first confirmed case outside mainland china has been confirmed here in the Philippines; the rising eagle, slowly being infected. Masks are now seen everywhere; even a shortage of it due to pride and greediness. The reason for this is the rising misinformation among Filipinos- Mocha Uson doing her everyday job on point. The paranoia among Filipinos is increasing, however, the WHO and medical information officers are making sure that this will be stopped by limiting access that serve as propellers. Filipinos have survived Ondoy, Yoanda, and the like, this virus wont let the Filipino blood down, hover, the virus transmitted through words must be stopped first. 

FAMILY

“An explicit representation of a class- a family rather, all smiles during the Gimmick Presentation on the 19th of February, 2020; a family of the HU22. Their smiles on the frame convey their happiness after making everyone proud especially their moderator Mr. Francis Orasa (not included in the picture).”

INCLUSIVITY

The exhibit of the HUGAS Organization on the 3rd day of the Orgullo Week  shows how creative and talented the students are. However, this exhibit does not only featured the HUGAS students’  works, as it also showcased  the STEM,ABM and AVFX students’ majestic hands,, after taking core subjects under HUGAS.

HOPEFULLY

At the groundfloor of the Belardo Hall, Andrea Nuñez’s voice of poetry comes blaring on the 19th of February. It spoke of a hopeless love experienced by her best friend. Performing on stage was her key to hopefully rewake the sleeping truth of an unrequited love.

BLUE

This year’s Constellate shines even more with the various stars of the HUGAS sections last Friday, February 21 at the Gymnasium. Jet Casilihan (left) and Dominique Tabagan (right) flaunted their bluish attires and bright ideas worthy of the title. They brought home the bacon with just a night of preparation.

ENTRY #9 by ALYSA ASIDO

MICROMEMOIR

Bulaklak sa Distansiya

Puwede rin ba na ang bulaklak ay para sa bulaklak at ang bubuyog ay para sa bubuyog? Wala naman kasing pinipiling kasarian ang pagpintig ng puso. Tuwid naman ako kung magmahal dati, pero nabali ito nang makilala ko ang taong sa tingin ko ay para sa akin. Hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng bulaklak siya at hindi ko pa naaamoy ang kaniyang halimuyak dahil sa distansiyang pumapagitna sa aming dalawa. Bilin niya rin sa akin na balang araw ay darating siya rito sa Bicol. 

 Sa pagsapit ng ika-17 ng Pebrero ng nakaraang taon, ang bulaklak na aking inaasam-asam na mahawakan, makita at maamoy ay napunta rito sa Naga. Ngiting umaabot sa tenga ang tanging ekspresyong nakapinta sa aking mukha at walang salita ang makatutumbas sa kaligayahang nadama ko nang makita ko na siya. Ito ang pinakamasayang kaarawang naipagdiwang ko sa loob ng 18 taon. Sa araw na ito, napagtanto ko ring ganap na ang bahagharing namuo sa akin.

 Upang ipagdiwang ang aking kaarawan, ipinasyal ko siya sa Plaza Quince Martirez, San Francisco church at sa iba pang pook-pasyalan sa Naga. Kumain din kami ng paborito niyang sinigang na hipon sa isang kainan. Wala nang mas bubusog pa sa bawat sandaling nakasama ko siya. Wala na ring mas sasaya pa sa mga panahong nasabi ko nang personal sa kaniya kung gaano ko siya kamahal. 

 Makalipas ang tatlong araw, nagpaalam siya sa akin na babalik na siya. “Kailan ka ulit babalik?”, ang unang tanong ng aking muling pangungulila sa kaniyang presensiya.

 "Hindi ko pa alam, pero babalikan kita.“

 Sa mga sandaling binitawan niya yun, nanganganib na pumatak ang aking luha katulad ng pagpatak ng ulan mula sa ulap. Mabigat man ay kailangan kong tanggapin na ang bulaklak na gusto ko ay hindi puwedeng manatili. Upang mabuhay, kailangan niyang bumalik sa lupa kung saan siya namulaklak. Sa Marikina siya namuhay at lumaki, at kailanman ay hindi magiging Marikina ang Naga.

ENTRY #9 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

MICROMEMOIR

Broken Barriers

The night was still young, so was our youth. You were there, sober as the streets, standing underneath the streetlamps’ blaring heat that light up both our hearts; while I was behind you, I was always behind you. You looked at me with full conviction giving me a sense of confidence to utter the words that have always been imprisoned in the depth of my soul, you asked me: “Why? were feelings developed?”. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t deal with the tension that wraps the space between us. It was a matter of death and life, a matter of risking and keeping, but I was always a man of confidence; without no hesitations, i nod my head. The thorn that struck my neck was then removed; an efflorescence of hope was starting to save this soul from dying. The daydreams out-shadowed the nightlights; the soul was now filled with visions of the possibilities of our very own worlds, uniting.

The night was still young, so was my chance. The euphoria that I’ve felt when you asked me of my very own feelings was too early, a town of melancholy and awe was then seen after you said the words; “I only see you as a friend”. I stared right at you, and there I realized; that you were only speaking of the truth, nothing but the truth. The pieces that keep this puzzle all together suddenly broke, I couldn’t feel anything but pain and sorrow. I stared at your hazelnut eyes; a Mona Lisa’s that would always satisfy me in all angles.  

The night was still young, so was my regret.  I stared at your eyes, now being filled with the rain continuously pouring from the cloud of confusion above our heads; my heart is now filled with hatred- not towards you, but towards me. Questions arose my very existence; “Of all the people, why does it have to be you?”,”Of all the people, why does it have to be someone who I’ve created these barriers with?” “Why?”. Then I uttered the phrases that will forever change my reality; “I will give you two choices of what you want me to do with us; I’ll avoid you, or, let me love you?”.  There was silence; only the sound of your tears and the heart of mine that begs ‘choose the second one, please’ could be heard.  

The night was still young, so was my pain. Breaking the serene moment, you said; “Im sorry, but i think it would be better for us to avoid each other”. And then the bloom of my hope withered; not because of the fact that the beating of our hearts was not one, but because of the fact that you’ve chosen to let me go despite of me- being ready to embrace your vulnerabilities; you were ready to risk me out of your world, when all i did was to risk you as my very own universe. I was left speechless; millions of reasons for you let me stay but still you’ve chosen for us to end up as- nothing, when all I’ve ever wanted is for you- to be my everything.  

The night was still young, so were you. We exited that place without knowing what tomorrow brings for us, we both escaped that silence with the decision that will separate our paths, forever. That night will never not trouble me with questions; “What it you did like me? What if you were just afraid to risk?”, but then it only leads me staring right back at you, with your adonis visage; hazelnut eyes, Eiffel like nose line, cherry dipped lips; it only brings me back touching your cotton-candy hands, it deceives me with your heart of gold, it brings me to insanity just wanting to have that perfection. Your skin was never meant to touch mine, your nape was never destined to serve as my carried world, your eyes was never meant to meet my my gaze. I was a victim of my labyrinth; trying to escape something which I’ve created in the very first place.  

The night was still young, so was us. I’m ready to forget everything,  just to have you back in my life. I’m ready to accept the truth; that friendship is the only thing that you could ever offer.

O Kristian, sorry for our broken barriers.

ENTRY #10 by ALYSA ASIDO 

Debotong Bikolnon 

 Sa buwan ng Setyembre, kadalasang maririnig ang sigaw ng dangal ng mga Bikolanong deboto tuwing Pista ni Inang Peñafrancia na inilulunsad sa mga kalsada ng lungsod ng Naga. Tila ba ay sardinas sa siksik ang mga tao, ngunit hindi nila ininda ang hirap na namayani. Bagkus, iwinagayway pa nila ang puting panyo sa mala-pagong na takbo ni Ina patungo sa Naga Metropolitan Cathedral.

ENTRY #10 by PATRICK FABE TOGANO

The Fire that Burns

The Annual Penafrancia Festival on the month of September in Naga City is a vivid representation of the Bicolanos’ love for ‘INA’, Our Lady of Penafrancia. nEver since it was found in Mt. Pena de Francia up to now, the Bicolano fire never burns out.

ENTRY #11 by ALYSA ASIDO

PARAGRAPH CONSTRUCTION 

Ina, Bayan, Ako

 Pagmamahal ang nadarama kung labis ang pagkabog ng dibdib. Ito rin ang nadarama kapag nasasaktan nang labis. Kung kaya’t kapag nasasagot ko ang aking ina, bakas ang paghabol ng hininga sa kaniyang pagkagalit. Makikita rin ang pagpatak ng luha mula sa kaniyang mga mata dahil sa sakit ng aking mga binitawang salita. Ngunit, kailanman ay hindi niya ako tinalikuran. Bagkus, bukas-palad niyang tinanggap ang aking mga pagkakamali. Ang pagmamahal na ito ay nasasaksihan ko rin sa paaralan. Sa pagsayaw ng bandila sa hangin, sumasabay ang tono ng Lupang Hinirang. Sa pagtaas ng kanang kamay, sumasabay ang tono ng Lupang Hinirang. Sa pagtaas ng kanang kamay, sumasabay ang pagbitaw ng Panatang Makabayan. Kahit na may mga mali sa “pagsagot” ko ng Lupang Hinirang at Panatang Makabayan, niyayakap pa rin ako ni Inang Bayan. Kahit na hindi maayos ang aking pagkanta at hindi tuwid ang aking pagtayo, mahal pa rin ako ng Inang Bayan dahil Filipino pa rin ako sa aking paggising. Mahal ako ni Ina at ni Bayan, paano ko naman kaya maipapakita ang pagmamahal ko?