Spring Folio - Yaon 2018

YAON is the literary folio of The Gold Panicles, the official student publication of Caraga State University – Main Campus.

“Yaon” is a Filipino word that means, “there is”. It is a reflection narrating that there is a story inspired from people of different walks of life.

These stories are originally translated and interpreted by the scribes and artists of The Gold Panicles and its contributors.

No original work of art shall be used nor published without the permission of its authors.

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Spring

Poem

Emergence

Editorial Board and Staff Dean Joshua Solis Spring, Editor in Chief Caryl Suzy N. Pagaran Managing Director Ebrahim Maicom Creative Director Christian John Anunciado Illustrations Director Raphael Antonio Illustrator Shane Airah Jakosalem Photography Director

Enrique F. Taragua Chief Adviser Meldy A. Acabo English Technical Adviser Aquessa R. Piamonte English Technical Adviser Engr. Isagani M. Roma Jr. Technical Adviser for Visuals

FOREWORD

If we try to reflect and listen to what Mother Nature teaches about life, we will learn the truths in its seasons. The publication has installed a series of seasonal themes in its past issues respectively, Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring.

Spring, just like its preceding seasons, has its own distinction. It offers breakthrough from the emptiness of winter, and rekindles a light of hope. It beckons the emergence of new things may it be good or bad. It has equivalent hours of night and day which paves growth for the plants it tends. Also, its last stages allow maturity for the things that ripen in the summer.

Each of us, much like that of spring, undergoes a cycle of seasons in our lives. Some of us may feel like reaching to the top of our game and the next thing we’ve fallen rock bottom.

When one has hit the lowest point in life, one ought to remember the promises of hope and the healing of Spring.

Dean Joshua Solis Spring, Editor in Chief

Table of Contents

Jazz Bron

Cristine Mae S. Pernito

31 5 32

21 19 35

What We Need Bright Petals Could Never Ask

Gideon Maratas

Lyka

27 15

17 22

Thy Presence The Depth of His Love

Overtime Pulubi Napadaan

Fix Okay

Jeremie G. Moraleda

Walang Pamagat

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3

Lullaby

Iris Gomez 11

Takipsilim

Roland Gier D. Delara

Dyosa Nga Ba?

9

Dean Joshua Solis

T.i.a.

10 29

23 7

From the Blood of the Hero Reins Boogyman’s Chant

A Thirsty Crow

Ten, Nine, Eight Before

Rennan Alabado 10

Dream Girl

Emergence

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Spring

Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

Spring 2

Poem

Emergence

“Takipsilim” Ni Walang Pamagat

Tanghali na nang magising si Nena.

Magdamagan niyang inaral ang mga pointers sa gaganaping exam sa bukas makalawa. Kinuha niya ang kanyang cellphone at kinamusta ang kanyang kapatid na nuon ay nasa ospital. “Hello, Abby?”

“O, anak, kamusta ka na dyan?

Kamusta ang pag-aaral mo?”

Sinagot ng kanyang ina na panay sa pag uubo. Hindi nakapagtapos ng pag-aaral ang ina ni Nena at maagang nakapag asawa ng isang lasenggo kaya paglalaba na lamang ang nagging hanapbuhay nito.

Hindi rin makapag ibang bansa ang kanyang ina sapagkat wala nang magbabantay sa bunso nilang kambal.

“Okay lang naman ako dito, ma”, sagot ni Nena na tila may pagaalala. “Eh, si Abby po, kamusta?”

Ilang araw na ring naka confine sa ospital si Abby dahil sa hika.

Sino namang hindi hihikain, kung halos kada uwi niya ay nalalanghap niya ang pagyoyosi ng kanyang ama. Nagkakarpentero at minsa’y nagtratrabaho sa construction lang ang hanap buhay ng ama nila, kaya mas una itong nakakauwi sa bahay lalo na kung walang inuman ang magbabarkada. “ Eto, pauwi na kami galing ospital.

Alam mo naman, madaming bayarin sa ospital kaya humingi nalang kami ng reseta mula sa doctor.”

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Emergence

Mga ilang sandali ng pag-uusap ay binaba na ni Nena ang kanyang cellphone at naghanda nang pumasok sa unibersidad. Hindi masyadong mataas ang mga marka ni Nena sa kanyang mga subjects sapagkat hindi niya na nababalanse ng maayos ang kanyang oras sa pag aaral at sa pagtratrabaho sa isang fastfood. Dahil sa kahirapan, binatid niyang magworking student at minsan ay nag oovertime pa. Kalahati ng sweldo niya ay napupunta sa pantustus sa mga kailangan ng kanyang mga kapatid.

Lumipas ang mga araw at tumawag si Abby. Mangiyak-ngiyak nitong kinausap ang kanyang ate na nakaantabay sa drive-thru. “Ate, si mama.”

Natinag si Nena, “ Bakit, Abby?” “ Ate, nag away sila ni papa.

Natulak niya si mama at nabagok ang ulo nito. Dinala namin sya sa ospital. Kasama ko ang ating pinsan. Si papa tumakas. Ate, lasing si papa nun.”

“Wag kang mag alala, Abby.

Wag mong iwan ang mama.

Magpapadala ako dyan.”

Poem

Natulala ng ilang segundo si Nena.

Hindi niya na alam ang kanyang gagawin. Kinontak nya ang kanilang mga kamag-anak ngunit pang down payment lang rin sa ospital ang kaya nilang maibigay. Kakaunti lang rin ang kanilang mga malapit na kamag-anak.

Mahal na mahal ni Nena ang kanyang nanay na siyang kumakayod para sa pamilya. Lahat siguro ng pwede nyang gawin ay gagawin niya. Naalala niya ang isa niyang textmate na nagyaya sa kanyang bilhin ang dignidad niya nuon.

Lumipas ang gabi at nakipagkita si Nena sa textmate niyang yun.

At sa gabing yun, binigay ni Nena kanyang sarili upang maipagamot ang kanyang inang mahal.

Spring 4

Emergence

Photo by Shane Airah Jakosalem

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Emergence

Poem

Bright Petals

by Jazz Bron

Growing and blooming; What a wonderful flower Sun with bright petals Corona of gold A center of attraction; Sun with bright petals

Spring 6

Poem

Emergence

Before

by T.i.a.

Before I was tall, sturdy, and strong Before I was the avenue of the bird’s song Before I was a story, a poem, a metaphor Before I was their shelter from the thunderstorm Before I stood the test of time, Before I made their love stories mine, Before I was a marker of seasons , Before they hung him on me for treason Before I was what I am today, Before I hung swings for children to play Before I was this joyous, humungous, historic creature Before I was on editorials, postcards, and every tourist picture I was a tiny whisper Swept away by the wind I was a little sister That had never been I fell from the sky With a silent thump And I could not deny I fell into a dump A wasteland of Fallen, withered leaves, Far away from All that I’d ever need.

And then he came To pick me up Life would never be the same After my time in that cup He dug me a grave Amongst many others; For last meal I crave Some cool, refreshing water

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Emergence

Poem

He gave me a kiss And said a little prayer He left me like this And left me there He visited my grave Every day he could Water, to me he gave As above me he stood For long I was alone and dejected It was damp, dark, and dirty I felt utterly rejected.

But then, but then, I felt a little spurt That was when I brushed off the hurt Slowly, but surely I began to grow And soon I was above ground I was reaping what he sowed.

What a sight was all around!

In each perceived grave There was a tree, They were not prisoners, but saved Just like me!

Each had struggled To break the doors Each had trouble With the memories before All grew out of the damp, dark, and dreary All came out Strong; none were weary.

Soon, my little child, you too Must take that same fall Take on an adventure new Before the winter calls My little child, spring has come again Time for you be planted For your life to happen Spring 8

Poem

Emergence

A blue chest shook with excitement, And a bird flew from it with great intent.

Ti’s not a dove, ti’s not even white, But a crow that is known to bring blight.

It flew with wings that could barely take flight, But it flaps a few and reached a height.

There it saw water inside a blue vase, But it sits at the center of a maze, a mass.

Broken wings cannot fly him there, Left with no choice he walked without fair.

Throat as dry as the dessert dying to be quenched, But the path ahead is properly fenced.

With branches of red flowers and thorns, Formed like a little t and others like horns, But his throat is a flower withering without water, So with little to no power, he wanted to alter.

A Thirsty Crow

By Roland Gier D. Delara illustration by Raphael Antonio

Fate decided that it cannot be uttered, So he went through and wings were fluttered.

By the time he finished, infinity was done, But he cannot yell nor rant for his right is gone.

He was not the first and he will not be the last, For others was not need but purely a lust.

The task is done and finally he reached, Standing near his reward like he just finished a speech.

Tiptoed feet to slowly take a peek, But in his surprise it was not what he seek.

For the vase he is beside was not open but closed, The crow is left saddened for he could not even take a doze.

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Emergence

Poem

From the Blood of the Hero Reins

By Dean Joshua Solis

Who was the Filipino youth?

He was a craftsman king of gold, Whose boldness was never told, When he sent treasures across the sea, Etched the nation on the map.

He was a builder who wrestled the cold, Shaped the terraces in its perfect mold, Fed the mouth of his hungry village, From then until today.

He was the warrior who defended Tirad Pass, Whose love was laid unto the last, Love betrayed and was freely given, But love that death can’t break.

She was as fierce as the Amazons of old, Whose wits and bravery stripped the enemy’s bold, Her hand was for no one to win, For no one can stand her might.

She was the pillar of a man’s uprising, Who took arms on her lover’s failing, Was the first woman to fight the usuper, The lady in the north was she.

He was the first of his race to surpass the foe, The first to lift the nation that was brought low, His kind of war was of a different style, A style ink ought to dry.

Dream girl By rennan Alabado

As the birds wake me up with their lullaby , your dazzling face showed before my eyes.

My heart then skipped a beat as you faded upon the light, Now I’m left broken again with the way you say GOODBYE.

Spring 10

Poem

Emergence

Dyosa Nga Ba? Ni Iris Gomez

Para kang si Athena kung makipaglaban, Tinalo mo puso ko ng ‘yong karunungan.

Dahil doon ako’y parang si Dionysus na naprapraning, Sa buhos ng pagmamahal ko sayo ako’y nalalasing.

Ang paraan ng iyong pagpapahiwatig sa’kin ay tulad kay Hermes, Pana tuloy ni Eros ay tinamaan ako ng napakabilis.

Kaya’t pangarap kong ika’y maging Hera ng ating kasalan At nang ika’y maging si Hestia, ang ilaw ng aking tahanan.

Noong tayo’y nagkalayo para tayong sina Apollo at Artemis, Oo, sinta ko ng dahil doon ay araw at gabi kitang namimiss.

Kaya’t puso ko ay hindi susuko tulad ng kay Ares, Ipahayag ko man ito sa iyo sa tulong ni Iris.

Ipinako ka kasi ni Hephaestus sa aking isipan, Karagatan man ni Poseidon sa’tin ay nakapagitan, At lusungin ko man ang malawak na kagubatan ni Pan, Wala ni isang rason upang ika’y aking kalimutan.

Para ka kasing si Morpheus na nilalaro ang aking panaginip, At tulad kay Phantasos, pantasya kita kapag ako’y naiinip.

Kagandahan mo kasi ay katulad ng kay Aphrodite, Kaya’t sa tagsibol ang turing ko sayo’y si Persephone.

Mundo ay aking lalakbayin na katulad ni Odysseus, Mahalin mo lang ako’t dadalhin kita sa Mt Olympus.

Para sayo’y ipapasan ko ang langit na parang si Atlas, Upang hirap ng buhay ni Calypso ay di mo rin madanas.

Ngunit di ko inaasahan na isang araw ay aking malalaman, Lahat ng pinapakita mo ay pawang wala palang katotohanan.

At parang si Phobetus, isa ka rin pa lang bangungot, Na sa buhay ko’y nagdala nitong dinadamang poot.

Sa kaharian ni Hades ako’y iyo pa rin hinilang pababa, Kahit na kay Zeus ako’y nanalangin na ika’y maging aking sinta.

Sa ilog Acheron nilunod mo pa rin ako ng mga pasakit at pangamba, Mabuti na lang sa ilog Lethe, ako’y dinala ng agos upang limutin ka.

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Emergence

Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

Spring 12

Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

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Spring

Growth

Spring 14

Poem

Growth

The Depth of His Love

By Gideon Maratas

In the dark where chaos subsists, A forlorn tumbledown faith there exists; Such a gloomy countenance is masked, Tears fall whilst sullen skies are basked.

What a rasping melody this guitar has played, That even a fiery devotion goes slayed.

A thousand times have I blundered on, No point of vetoing an accusation Well, I suppose it’s what I deserve, From dandy paths of this race, I swerve.

Is it really what You want me to be?

Oh Father, come to rescue me.

At times when You seem so silent, I cross bridges with a nostalgic lament.

At times when You seem so far away, I walk tiptoe on a lava in a midday.

I know all I ever get to do is atone But I can barely do this alone.

But as time teaches me a lot, That this occurs to see what I’ve got; That this burden is a portion of me; That it has not always been about me; And that I ought not to save the day; For He is just one call away.

The Gold Panicles

AWARDS Best Literary Piece

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Growth

Poem

Now that I’ve called, my soul hungers For Your divine troth that covers.

Now that I’ve realized, my soul thirsts For Your promises upon my quests.

How many chances left do I have?

I’m just amazed by Your love.

As You said in John 3:16, That assurance emanates from heaven.

Every raindrop spilling over my face Infers an epitome of Your grace.

My flesh yearns for Your touch.

Oh Father, thank you so much.

How enduring you could’ve gotten When you’ve ransomed me once again, Yet oftentimes I leave you broken And I know it hurts you even, Still, Your mercy rains down.

Deep affection is depicted on Your crown.

The structure of the cosmos above Is beyond comprehensible as Your love.

It hangs around inexplicably, Like an uncontainable mystery.

So here comes the rainbow, It leads me where I should go.

Spring 16

Growth

Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

The Gold Panicles

AWARDS Best Visual

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Spring

Growth

Poem

Fix

By Lyka

Let’s not be silly, We both want it, willingly, Memories from the past I’m willing to accept, All I wanted to hear is my sorry for you to accept.

I mean, it’s not just for me to regret, This failed relationship I really want to forget, But then I don’t know how you felt, When we ended up splitting this unlabelled relationship when you left.

Talking about it I guess may be right, To stop myself imagining that you’re still there to hold me tight, To put an end to these signals you’ve mixed, Let’s finish it quickly, let this be fixed.

Spring 18

Poem

Growth

Pulubi Ni Cristine Mae S. Pernito

Sa tabing lansangan, nang kita’y makita, habag ng puso ko’y, nabangong pagdaka.

Ika’y walang saplot, walang kasama.

Larawan ng iyong, nakausling boto sa balikat, ay ang matinding pangungulila.

Imahen ka ng isang, kawalang pag-asa’t, bantayog ng libong, pagdurusa!

Sa lagay mong yaon, Ninanais kong iahon ka, Ngunit ang nangyayari, ay mas kaawa-awa ka!

Sapagkat, kahit ako wala rin, kahit isang pera.

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Growth

Litratong kuha ni Rey Bade

School Press Advisers' Movement, Inc.

AWARDEE 2nd Place in Photojournalism

Spring 20

Poem

Growth

Overtime

By Cristine Mae S. Pernito

Kulimlim, ang ilaw sa poste, Luksa, ang mga dahon ng akasya.

Ang mga guro at empleyado, ay nakauwi na..

Ngunit sa dako roo’y, Maaaninag ang aninong, walang humpay sa pagtatrabaho.

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Spring

Growth

Poem

OKAY

By Lyka I’m not in my mood today I’m not okay.

Sitting alone at the library each day Keeping myself busy, be normally gay Living that routine, I wish to escape I know I can’t keep it up, it’s already not okay My burning passion were slowly fading My wants clearly became into pretty nothing My life feels better before when I do something I am into many things back then, but what am I doing?

I suddenly wanted someone to ask me “How was your day?”

I suddenly wanted someone to whisper on me “I’ll stay with you each day.”

I suddenly wanted someone to tell me “Fate will soon be good to you one day.”

But how can I realize those things when I was trapped alone in this whole deserted cell all day?

They called this cell depression I named it a cell to protect me from dejection Before anyone else could say I’m not in my best condition I plea to understand us, this happens to all I guess in every nation.

I guess I had to say it’s not just for today I guess this addiction of being unaccompanied is okay I guess time will come I’ll understand these notions I raised I guess I had to appreciate things disguised to blind me to be unfortunate To defeat the fears inside me is to defeat the confusion within me Conquering the unknown is not on me It’s for my future self’s mission to unravel the truth for me Well, I’m okay now I am in my mood right now.

Spring 22

Poem

Growth

Ten, Nine, Eight

By T.i.a.

Ten leave on an aeroplane, But only nine will return.

I’ve done this before, But still my heart burns.

There used to be nine of them, Now there are eight, In two months I’ll only have seven, But I must have faith.

Eight different voices, Created cacophony each day, But I no longer need silence, If only she could stay.

Eight hands to wash the dishes, Eight hands to sweep the floor, Eight mouths that bicker and argue, As they do each chore.

From nine to seven, What a world of a difference, There will be shuffling and adjusting, That she too will experience.

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Poem

When we leave, It will be from ten to her lonesome, There will be silence and tears, And homesickness like explosions.

Only nine will jet off an aeroplane, And then we’ll be a time zone apart.

She won’t even come home for the summer, And that breaks my heart.

It is no easy feat, Letting go of your child, To release your young, Into the wild.

But it is time for her to grow up, And it is time to get grown, Time for her to start reaping, What we’ve long ago sown.

To use her knowledge, skills, Talents, and calling for God’s glory, Time for her to end this chapter, And be part of a bigger story.

Spring 24

Maturity

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Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

Spring 26

Poem

Maturity

Thy Presence

By Gideon Maratas The relief amidst agitation during birth, Where hearts of all and sundry beat fast, Blood, sweat and tears poured.

Albeit thou wert full of bliss, For thy child could at last see, What it’s like to be in this realm.

Then everybody heard my shriek, The atmosphere resembled a victory; Thus from here began my pilgrimage.

Thou hadst raised me at thy best, Tendered me with thine utmost care, Sacrificed thyself to protect me.

Even nurtured me with thy knowledge, Sang me a soothing lullaby in the afternoon, Forced me gently to sleep in the nighttime.

Mentored me how to pronounce, The word I first encountered, “Ma-ma” ‘Twas indeed sweet and adorable term.

Upon every bit we spent in my childhood; Things went fine, that’s what it seemed to be.

Thou lookedst out for me forgetting thine own.

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Maturity

Poem

Today, the fields get verdant; Trees grow taller so does my height.

Yea, I’m no longer a child.

I may have been influenced by corrupt ones; I may have attempted to mock thee de novo; I may have pained thee along the way.

But I truly get remorseful for it.

Because sometimes my mouth speaketh, Out of my outraging childish behavior.

Thou deservest not such things unpleasant; A fragrant blossom in spring trees like thee, Hast kept my way warm and lovely.

As clock ticketh, at the bottommost realization, Thy presence is more than a cloud nine, Wherein I can feel solace and comfort.

Now that thou art getting on in years, To be with thee as thou livest to a ripe old age, Is all I want to do—it’s an oath to take.

Spring 28

Maturity

Illustration by Raphael Antonio

The Gold Panicles

AWARDS Best Visual

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Maturity

Poem

Boogyman’s Chant

By Dean Joshua Solis

Come come Boogyman, come, To the shadows now you creep, Come come Boogyman, come, Watch them as they sleep.

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger’s tempest tossed, Come come Boogyman, come, But he has not yet lost.

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger wakes and leaves, Come come Boogyman, come, His hut you may now cleave.

Come come Boogyman, come, Beware now that he’s propped, Come come Boogyman, come, Pave in now his nap.

Come come Boogyman, come, The mum and child they lay, Come come Boogyman, come, At them you may now prey.

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger aims for you, Come come Boogyman, come, Belch his bow down the bayou.

Come come Boogyman, come, Slash them in the blur, Come come Boogyman, come, Shut them eyes to slumber.

Come come Boogyman, come, The light is but abreast, Come come Boogyman, come, Your chest he tries to pierce,

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger now you should track Come come Boogyman, come, Make sure he’s still in slack.

Come come Boogyman, come, Steel worry you not, Come come Boogyman, come, His arrows will not cut.

Come come Boogyman, come, All fear now can you waft, Come come Boogyman, come, And now you run down his raft.

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger shoots the light, Come come Boogyman, come, The waters burn and fright.

Come come Boogyman, come, The waters ebb and flow, Come come Boogyman, come, Be watchful of his bow.

Come come Boogyman, come, This will not be the last, Come come Boogyman, come, Now fade away in gust.

Come come Boogyman, come, The ranger nears the light, Come come Boogyman, come, Blow winds with all your might.

The Gold Panicles

AWARDS Best Literary Piece

Spring 30

Poem

Maturity

What We Need

By Jazz Bron

I spent my time thinking to myself on what we really needed. We had all the charms, the riches, the laughs, the adventures.

But something is missing. Truly it may seem obvious but it is still hard to give.

All we needed was faith.

Nothing lasts forever when there is no faith.

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Maturity

Poem

Could Never Ask

By Jazz Bron

Questions reveal answers.

Fallacy reveals truth.

Greed reveals generosity.

Sin reveals righteousness.

All the opposites, I question myself.

Why do they exist? Why do they reveal?

Only love could answer all questions.

I could never ask again.

Spring 32

Poem

Maturity

lullubay

Illustration by Christian John Anunciado

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Poem

Lullaby

By Jeremie G. Moraleda

As birds soars up to the sky, So as the wind sings a lullaby.

Trees were dancing to the beat of the breeze, Like blooming flowers that is surrounded by the bees.

Like the blue shimmering waves of the sea, The sky calmly sings for me.

You may not hear it from here today, But I am silently listening to it day by day.

Spring 34

Poem

Maturity

Napadaan Ni Cristine Mae S. Pernito Sa Edsa may nahulog mula sa rurok ng ginagawang gusali.

Patay.

Nakahambalang ang katawan.

Iniwasan ng mga sasakyan.

Nagbuhol ang trapiko.

Nagdagsaan ang mga tao.

Sa dyip na sinasakyan ko.

May napa-Hesus, May nasuka, at may nagsabing “kasalanan niya�.

Sa daming matang nakatanaw sa bangkay wala ni isang nakakita.

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Litratong kuha ni Dean Joshua Solis

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Dr. Anthony M. Penaso , University President Dr. Rolando N. Paluga , Vice President for Academic Affairs Dr. Armie Leila M. Mordeno , Vice President for Administration Ms. Ana Maria Belinda R. Yting , Director, Office of Student Affairs and Services Sir Papi and the Supply Office Staff , for helping the team during the quotation and bidding processes

Mr. Master George Tortola and the university security guards , for allowing the team to work overnight at the publication office

Imageworld , the folio’s publishing partner, for printing its copies Mr. Enrique F. Taragua , Yaon, Chief Adviser, for mediating the content and ensuring that the concept of the literary folio stays true to its root concept

Ms. Meldy A. Acabo and Ms. Aquessa R. Piamonte , Yaon, Technical Advisers, for proofreading the literary folio and pruning out unnecessary sections of the folio

Engr. Isagani M. Roma Jr. , Yaon, Technical Adviser, for supervising the team during the printing process and for taking charge of the folio’s grooming

All the contributors , for heeding the call of poetry and art Christian John Anunciado , Illustrations Director, for whose passion and directorship added beatitude to this folio

Ebrahim Maicom , Creative Director, for whose dedication added an attractive folio in the garden of Yaon’s literary collection

Caryl Suzy Pagaran , Managing Editor, for whose dedication made the folio’s blooming on time