Tale of Enchantment

Aplacethat is overflowing with an ecstatic atmosphere. The colorful lights alongside the flawless made designs are conspicuous to ones eye. This art piece is known for its nativity scenes that educates and gives information to those who are surrounding it. Belenismo became a traditional symbol for the country during the Christmas Season that carries stories with faith and hope.

Capas attained first place in the Grand Municipal Category of Belenismo Competition in the whole Province of Tarlac. The Belenismo is a boot design that has different colored lights that shone the whole place. It was partnered with the trees, christmas gifts, and candy canes that gave it a majestic feeling whenever you look at it. This art piece is called ‘boots’ as

by: Vean Yango

it was shown on its design. Belenismo also means “the heart of making a Belen”. It emphasises the birth of Jesus which is celebrated in Christmas. Belenismo is one of the most popular activities during the Christmas season as the meaningful messages and dazzling lights are enough to capture one’s attention. But behind all of these a lot of people are working hard to celebrate and give people happiness. All of the hardwork the people made for this not only to be an attraction to the people but also be a piece that captivates the eye of the many enough for it to win the first place. Belenismo is a trademark to this country that adds joy to the Christmas spirit.

by: Luis David

In a box full of colorful crayons, I stand out as the white crayon; or rather, I get ignored. Overlooked, brushed aside, as if I was invisible. I often go unnoticed, left out in the box with no visible signs of being used, while others run out. In the period of time that I was seemingly caged in that box, I decided to take matters into my own hands and step up. Break free from the chains of normalcy, and take action.

The feeling of being free from the things that held me back was euphoric. Although I guess certain things came with a price as the harsh reality greeted me with an irritating smile in its face, mocking me.

It wasn’t easy at first. Things are never easy at first. But that’s what made it fun and interesting, in contrast to my once dull and restricting life.

I was tired of being left behind, so I stepped forward. I was sick of not being seen in their white, blank slate. Enveloped, drowning in ignorance.

I pushed through, determined to make a name for myself, and became a student leader. The classroom that once boxed me in, seemingly holding me captive, was nothing more than a place I’ll look back to and reflect the experiences that led me up to this point. It was a bittersweet feeling; it was the place that held me back, but helped me realize that I needed to step up.

My life as a student leader rewrote the chapters of the life I once thought I was going to live. It was a surprising turn of events; looking back, I never would have expected that my life would turn out to be like this. It gave me much needed experiences and taught me numerous lessons I never would have learned if I didn’t pursue this line of work.

Little did I know, it was the starting foundation of what was yet to come.

The once overlooked crayon, was now the one reigning over the blank slate of society.

I was invisible in the white canvas the people around me were on, so I became my own slate. I embodied the potential I didn’t know I had, and climbed my way up.

The skills I learned from promoting, campaigning, and authori=zing over the student council gave me the extra push I needed to take a step further. I aimed higher, and reached higher.

I gave my all for the mastery of my craft and my skill. The foundations I established from back when I was a student, leading my school to greater feats, were what helped me climb to the top and reign over a new field. I successfully signed off in the highest position in the student council, and started to climb on the ladder of leadership. I was on my way to lead professionals, in a career I pursued through my perseverance and courage to break free from the hindering wails of the entitled people around me. They were showered with praise and compliments that kept their head up high, and stuck up high.

The classroom that I despised, was the needed push for the start of my journey in leadership. The box that enveloped me, led me to make the canvas my own.