UP Aguman 35th Anniversary Activities

December 9 (Tuesday)
Forum with Saligan sa CSSP, Stand-UP,
UP Salin and the UP Linguistics Department
"Kálam Ning Amanung Sisuan"
Palma Hall Room 400, 1-4pm
UP Diliman

December 10-12
AguShirt Days

December 12 (Friday)
"Mutya Ning Aguman 2008"
University Hotel, UP Diliman

December 20 (Saturday)
Pautakan: The Last Mind Standing
Poinsettia Hall, Wow Hilaga
City of San Fernando, Pampanga

UP Aguman officially welcomes 14 new members

December 3, 2008 - UP Aguman held the Induction Rites for the latest batch of applicants, Pinanari 2008A. The event officially marks the end of the application process that started in July 2008.

The Membership Committee, lead by VP for Internals and MemComm Head Acey Duarte, organized the major activities of the whole application process which include the Unity Night, Talents Night, Formal Interview, Final Rites and numerous mini-bonding activities that aim to forge the friendship and camaraderie not only for between the applicants but also with the members. The batch's Final Rites was held last November 23, 2008 at Bacolor, Pampanga.

The 14 official members of batch Pinanari 2008A are:
Hamuel Herald Cabuso
Ian Bencio David
Maria Carousel Diaz
Miguel Duval Esguerra
Ruby Ann Mamangun
Lawrence Ivan Manalo
Quill Quioc
Bryan Leonard Quizon
Jona Pamela Salvador
Katrin Raxiel Serrano
Abigail Sunga
Julyn Nyril Tiatco
Nicolle Timoteo
Erika Gayle Tuazon

The Membership Committee is now recruiting new applicants for the application process during the 2nd Semester.

Pautakan: The Last Mind Standing

UP Aguman and UP Aguman Alumni Association
In celebration of its 35th Anniversary
present

Poinsettia Hall, WOW Hilaga (formerly Paskuhan Village)
8am, December 20, 2008
The Prizes for the brightest students of Pampanga:
CHAMPION: UP Aguman medal + P5,000
2nd Place: UP Aguman medal + P3,000
3rd Place: UP Aguman medal + P1,500
4th Place: UP Aguman medal + P500
4 Quarterfinalists: P300
Plus Certificates of Recognition and Participation to all Contestants

"Pautakan: The Last Mind Standing" is this year's special edition of the annual UP Aguman project, the Pautakan. For its 35th year, the UP Aguman Alumni Association partnered with the residents for this special anniversary project. The Pautakan has always been about celebrating the Kapampangan youth's academic excellence and thirst for knowledge. This edition won't be any different. While the original Pautakan is all about team effort, this time we're only looking for that extraordinary individual. Contestants will battle against each other and when the dust has settled, only one person with "the brightest mind" will be left standing.

QUALIFICATIONS:
*Any bona fide student of any year level from any high school (public or private) in Pampanga can join.
*There will be NO REGISTRATION FEE.
*Contestants must present a valid high school ID as proof of eligibility.
*An official coach and/or recommendation from one's high school is NOT necessary.
*There is no requirement for attire.
*Participants and winners from the regular Pautakan held last October 25-27 at Don Bosco Academy Pampanga are are still eligible for the special edition of the Pautakan. After all, this individual competition is a whole new ballgame!
*Interested students are encouraged to pre-register to the following contact numbers:
FERGIE 09276565665
FERDINAND 09274321682
Email: up_aguman_tfk@yahoo.com
Regularly visit Aslag Online for any announcements.

CONTEST RULES AND REGULATIONS
*Participants must be bona fide high school students, and he shall represent himself only.
*A participant is required to be at the contest site fifteen (15) minutes before the contest proper. Should he be late for an Encounter or an Elimination Round, a leeway of fifteen (15) minutes will be given. If he still fails to arrive after the 15 minutes, he is automatically disqualified for that Encounter or Elimination Round. In an Encounter, the other participant will be declared the winner.
*The contest shall be composed of a Written Phase and an Oral Phase, the mechanics of which are as follows. The Written Phase will make use of answer sheets. No calculators, slide rules, and the like shall be allowed. The contestants are expected to bring their own pens and/or pencils. The Oral Phase utilizes a timer-buzzer device. The contestants shall be briefed on the mechanics of this before the contest proper starts.
*Questions will revolve around 8 subject categories: Mathematics, General Science, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, History and Current Events, Arts and Literature, and General Information and Trivia. Each question shall have its corresponding number of points and allotted time depending upon its degree of difficulty. *Complaints on a particular question shall be entertained by the Board of Judges only before the next question is asked. The complaint shall not be entertained thereafter. Only the participant may approach the Board of Judges to air the complaint.
*The complainants shall be the one to present their sources, if necessary. The UP Aguman will neither present nor divulge its sources as its questions and answers are valid. The decision of the Board of Judges is final and binding.
*Any form of coaching from the audience shall be penalized by nullifying the question.
*All rules and regulations shall be strictly followed and implemented.
*UP Aguman reserves the right to modify or alter the aforementioned rules as the need arises.

MECHANICS
Round 1: MASS ELIMINATIONS
In case more than 40 contestants register, a mass elimination round will ensue otherwise, the written eliminations will proceed. All contestants will answer a 65-item test that will equally cover all subject categories. The exam ill be a combination of problem solving, identification and multiple choice questions. The Top 25 scorers will proceed to Round 2 Eliminations. There will be no need for the tiebreakers as all contestants involved in any tie will qualify.

Round 2: WRITTEN ELIMINATIONS
All qualified contestants will compete in a 35-question Elimination Round. Round 1 scores will be discarded and al socres will be reset to zero. Questions will be divided into Easy, Average, and Difficult, with corresponding points of 10, 15, and 20, respectively. The quizmaster shall read each question twice and each contestant shall write their answer on the sheet provided for, within the allotted time, after which checking immediately follows. The Top 8 contestants will proceed to the Championship Encounters. In case of ties in the ranking, three (3) clincher questions will be asked to break the tie. If a tie still ensues, the knockout system will be applied.

THE CHAMPIONSHIP ENCOUNTERS
From this point onwards the Top 8 contestants will compete in one-on-one Encounters in a Single Elimination format. The Round 2 Elimination rankings will determine the pairings.
*Ten (10) questions will be asked in each Encounter. The length of the corresponding time limit for each question will depend on the question’s difficulty. A participant will be given only one (1) chance to answer. The first to buzz-in will be given five (5) seconds to declare their answer. During the 5-second allowance, the time limit countdown will be temporarily paused. If the first fails to answer correctly, countdown will resume and the other participant will be given the remaining duration of the time limit to buzz in and similarly, five (5) seconds to answer. No more steals will be allowed thereafter.
*A participant shall wait for his name to be acknowledged by the quizmasters after buzzing-in, before he gives an answer. If he fails to do so for the first time, it incurs its first warning. On the succeeding instances, however, he shall be disqualified from answering the question.
*The participant with the most number of points after ten (10) questions wins the Encounter and will move on to the next round. If a tie ensues, the knockout system will be employed. Knockout Questions will be asked and the first to answer correctly wins the encounter.
*The Final Encounter will have 16 questions instead of the usual 10 questions, and the one who will win the Finals will be declared the Last Mind Standing.

Traffic Light: A Journal Written During a Travel

By John Carl Gozun

It’s one hot and sweating afternoon, and I don’t know if this bus I am riding will get to the bus station on time. Maybe it won’t. I’m seeing the traffic light shifting color from yellow to green in a short period of time…30 seconds? I don’t know exactly. With that time interval, my bus only moved two meters.

Wearing sunglasses and drinking a can of mouth-watering cold Royal soft drink, I felt many emotions that may be considered cars almost bumping to each other just to head on to their destinations. This traffic may be caused by the malfunctioning semaphore. From yesterday until the negative infinity, I thought I was stronger than these emotions. I thought I was able to fix the traffic light so easily. However, with the many incidents that came up just last night, I now think otherwise.

I pity myself so much. I am a spoiled brat. I am a pain in the neck. I am the worst person to be anyone’s friend. I can’t even manage my emotions. These might have been caused by many people who criticize what I do, and those criticisms make my mind turn around. It doesn’t know what to do next.

In the morning, I thought of pampalubag loob. I was just joking myself that my heart just grew bigger, and that more room to grow up was created; my emo cells would say, “Go go go!”

Let’s make this text vaguer by adding “11 lines I’d like to tell 11 people.” This list is a mix of happy and sad lines.

1. I don’t know if I know you personally. I have been there to witness your every moment of joy. I have been at your side you break the silence and tease every friend we see. I quit you.
2. We’re better off this way. At least I don’t ask you many questions anymore. Join number 1.
3. Yup, it’s okay. You’ve been at my side for a long time, and I’m happy for that. Next time, I’ll give you something you can keep. PS: Don’t be on a diet, haha! Happy Birthday!
4. Sorry if I didn’t give you a chocolate last time in “Chocolate You.” Kahit Chocnut lang hehe. Seriously, I’m happy for our bond now – pointing at Bulaon Wheeler Team A and Team B. Remember, mas mahal sa Team B. Nyaha!
5. All I can tell you is himala. I dunno. You didn’t just searched for my mobile number, haha! Yung plate ko mamaya ha.

6. Please play “You belong to me” by Lifehouse. Please, please, please. I’m instituting a fan club here in your home country.
7. You’re an SA and a student. You should’ve known a student’s limitations when you shortened his time to do an ES1 plate. Ma’am was late, your lecture started at 9:30 am, the lab work started at 10:30 am, and you wanted us to submit the plate at 11:30? What the heck?! Nung dumating si ma’am, nag-agree naman siya sa’yo. Nakakagago, parang ang unannounced na ME 63 long exams.
8. I have a crush on you, pero iniiwasan mo’ko. Ayaw na kitang maging seatmate.
9. I like your blog entries. Can you give me some pieces of advice?
10. Ano va? ‘Di na kita nakikita? Ok ano? Hehehe! You always make me laugh ate.
11. You didn’t just block my video on YouTube! There is a lot of famous people who put licensed songs in their videos, but why me? Why me? I hate your management!

The next thing I know now is that I got home and ate sinigang. I’m quite smiling now, thank goodness. Writing might be my way of healing. I now believe in the power of the pen (I mean keyboard).

I don’t want revise this text. Neither do I want to erase what I have written above even if the feelings are starting to fade away. At least by the few next years, I will have seen my old self struggling until the end of the line, believing that there will always be a room to grow, knowing who the true and not-so-true friends are, and learning from his stupid mistakes.

It’s now 5 in the afternoon, and the dusk is coming. Tomorrow and forever, I will be a smarter, a more intelligent, and a rich guy; I will be able to fix the traffic light.

Fragmented

By Mike Gulapa

I was quite sure it was being instructed in English. I recognized the words and the sounds but I really didn't understand them once they are lumped together. I knew those were 'sentences' he was mouthing and those were 'numbers' he was writing. But everything didn't seem to make sense to me at all. By the way, it's the Physics lessons in my Nat Sci 1 class I'm talking about.

It all started a month ago when I decided to enlist in this Physics/Chemistry class. Of course, I knew what it was all about, or at least I thought I knew. Nevertheless, I was really sure that I would be taking this course no matter what.

Then it happened. After the first batch processing of classes, I already got enlisted! However, neither was I happy nor sad. I guess I felt just a slight stream of anxiety. So to neutralize the angst, I thought of it as luck and considered it a rare opportunity to be in this supposedly hard-to-get-into class. It was comforting though until the day I knew that slots were like donuts in a donut store, still widely offered and available.

The door leading to Physics and Chemistry was then opened widely right before my eyes. (his paragraph was supposed to be about the days I secluded myself into thinking whether I would shut the door or step right into it. But I thought it's going to be useless since apparently I did step right into it. So, moving on...

So I took the challenge and plunged myself into something I was uncertain of. I verified. I enrolled. I braced myself for the arduous semester to come. The day came where I could taste the pudding of my decision. It was tasty at first: an air conditioned room, an LCD projector, a white board. It was a very conducive niche for learning. Also with me in the class were familiar faces from our department and an orgmate of mine actually, so I felt that I was not at all alone and the pudding was nothing more than sweet. But the bitter ingredient of it started to take over my tongue as the professor, who actually is a super physicist of the physics world, started to talk physics to a non-physics major. A philosophy major at that!

I was quite sure it was being instructed in English. I recognized the words and the sounds but I really didn't understand them once they are lumped together. I knew those were 'sentences' he was mouthing and those were 'numbers' he was writing. But everything didn't seem to make sense to me at all. Things seemed utterly pointless. After an hour of lecture, I ended up looking at him like a dead fish, blank and naive. I tried to dig deep inside my brain for the remnants of my high school physics but I didn't find even the smallest rudiments of it. "Ooh I'm doomed", I whispered to myself because the lessons were far from what I expected them to be -- just an introductory physics or some sort of physics appreciation for everyday living. Haha!

Nevertheless, I took pleasure in copying the Physics wingdings on the board and drawing the inclined planes with pulleys, strings and boxes. I've longed for these actually. It was the subject I was deprived of for 2 years and the subject I used to be good at. This was one reason why I enlisted for this class. I wanted a break from philosophy and the papers writing and reading life entailed with it. I wanted to solve numbers for a change, because I've been dealing with arguments for quite some time already. I wanted to apply logic in the quantitative realm. I wanted to write numbers, integers, square roots, signs and summations. But it came with a price though: long examinations!

The battle plan is, to enjoy writing the wingdings and savor the break from philosophy and let my engineering friends, housemates, and orgmates decipher it for me. Because there must be an underlying meaning and principle to those and I'm not just in the right place to decode it as of the moment. I even forgot what theta actually means for crying out loud!

Another reason why I partook in this class was because I've had my experiences of electives that were so easy and uno-able but I didn't learn anything from them at all. I actually had a grade of 2.25 on one of those, and it was depressing because not only did I not learn anything from it but also I was given a grade I didn't deserve. So I felt it is better to get something out of a course than to get nothing at all. Easy is not always excellent and education ought to be taken for its purpose. Grades should be of secondary concern. This was what I had in mind when I clicked the 'enlist' button. To be out of the parameters of what I already know and extend my intellectual horizon. Besides, this I think is the function of general electives, to produce students with holistic knowledge so they would not end up fragmented. And even if I don't understand it now, I know I soon will, and I'm glad I decided to want to. And it's just nice to challenge yourself with something once in a while, because as you deal with the tough everyday, you simply become tougher than yesterday.

Announcement: Pinanari 2008A Final Rites

WHEN: Sunday, NOVEMBER 23, 2008
MEETING PLACE: McDonald's Dolores Intersection (Old)
DEPARTURE TIME: 8am. So be there before 8am.
WHERE: Bacolor, Pampanga

Dress appropriately, guys, hehe!
For more details or any questions, kindly text:
ACEY 0917 403 4618

Ne, Wakaru Deshou?

By Neicy Nicdao
Kumo go kireta saki wo
Mitara kitto
Ne, wakaru deshou?

The point where the clouds break -
I’m sure you see it
And you understand, right?

-Michi to You All, aluto

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Jerome,

The truth is, I don’t know what to say. Heck, I don’t even know why I’m writing this in the first place. Maybe it’s nostalgia kicking in. I did my virtual folder maintenance a few weeks ago, and I dug up some long-forgotten pictures from times past.





The images’ details state that these were taken around August 2007, but I find that almost hard to believe. Was it really just last year? I feel like it’s been decades since the last time I saw you. Save for a few members, I suppose the Agu-family would agree with me. Let’s just say that for a long time now, you have been the embodiment of the word ‘apparisyon’.

No, not that I’m blaming you or anything. At some point in our lives the rest of us also laid low, including me. We all had our excuses – acads, personal stuff, other friends – and while I know that it’s not becoming of a member, I believe that as long as it’s sincere, it’s worthy of being forgiven. It’s just that… you’ve been gone for so long. As part of Baskal, I miss you and I wish you could give even just a few minutes to drop by and see us, like how Don and Jann do. Nonetheless, as part of Baskal I also try my damnedest to understand you. We’re a batch and we must stand up for each other.

I’m not going to lie. I’ve heard some mems express their disappointment about you not being here, especially because of the fact that you’re a freakin’ batch head. A few of those comments were even said in front of me. (Please note what I said, however. They expressed their disappointment, they didn’t condemn you.)

For a long time, I tried to defend you whenever I heard comments of those likes. I told them that maybe you needed more time for acads, or that you had other more pressing matters to attend to. And mind you, I didn’t do that out of obligation, just because you’re my batch mate. I did that because I wanted to, because I couldn’t stand it whenever it appeared that you’re nothing but a failure. You may have failed as a member, but I will never forget how you kept us together during the most crucial and difficult time of our Agu-life – the application.

I remember how we would ask you who the newly arrived member is, and how you would tell us things about him or her. How you taught us the Sige Ikembot dance back at Jill’s house. I remember how you sent us a message days before talents’ night that your Ate was dying, that you may not be able to attend practices, but you were determined to go through the Talents’ Night with us. And how you gathered us minutes before that grueling event and told us that we could do it and we would.

I remember how we gave you a cake for your birthday and how I ruined it before you arrived so I had to pretend that I tripped when I gave it to you. How we gave you the shirt that said B*TCH HEAD. How we went to the movies and ate KFC after. I remember how happy we were.

Do you remember how you would try to defend us during gen meets or how after that you would assure us that the mems knew what they were doing and we were going to be fine? How you sat with us at Kalai’s front stairs after we ate together at LB? Or how we fought tooth and nail during the Mem’s Quiz? (that I won, you bitter loser. :p)

I know you do, Jerome. I hope you do. Because no matter what others say, that’s the batch head I know. That’s the guy who didn’t forget my birthday despite a year of being inactive in the org. That’s the guy who kept Baskal together during most of the application period. That’s the guy I know as Jerome Ocampo.

However, I’m not you and I can only do so much. I can’t fight this battle for you. After all, no matter how willing I am to defend you, I still can’t deny that the other mems have a right to feel disappointed about you. It was you who caused the rift, and ultimately it will be up to you whether you want to build the bridges again or leave them like this. I’ll be happy to be there for you whatever your decision is, but again, it will be all up to you to do something if you want to patch things up. Aguman is a family and I’m sure that they’ll understand if you give them enough time. But just like the prodigal son, you have to come back, right?

And just to you know, whenever I hear the name ‘Jerome Ocampo’, it’s not the ‘apparisyon’ who I think of. The image that comes to mind is a happy batch head popping his thick lips. :P

That’s about it, Batch Head. I hope to see you soon. ^_^

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Just a couple of pictures I found in my Mom’s laptop.


The first image is a picture of my mom taken when she was six, and the second a picture of me taken when I was the same age. Komusta naman, spot the difference.

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Time to feed someone’s ego.

I’d like to thank John Carl Tan Gozun, in all his champion-lip-synching-and-porn-loving glory, for giving me a copy of Gabe Bondoc’s It’s Gonna be Me cover. Yes, my dear Orochimaru-sama, that and his Girl on TV cover have been the only songs in my playlist for the last twenty nights or so. I don’t usually like acoustic guitar artists because I prefer violinist and pianists, but there was something about this guy’s voice that made him the exception that makes the rule. Many thanks, Carlito.

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Finally, is this really the first column I wrote that did not mention Kuya Rex?

Oh, well, now it isn’t. ^_^ Long live the King!

Prince Paolo and the Seven Haikus

By Prince Paolo

I
Your mouth is so big
Your body is much bigger
Oh, let’s burn your bangs

II
This is the latest
Among my other last sems
Should I graduate now?

III
Oh you like him, huh
So hunt him down in Econ
Oops! Your eyeglasses!

IV
They'll give me a cake
But I heard it's a surprise
I'll act nonchalant

V
Let’s make love, all right?
I’ll crush your skull if we don’t
Buds, in your car. Now!

VI
I’m obsessed with you
And your smile and Chinese eyes
But they say you’re gay

VII
I have this desire
Everyone would be open
No pun intended?

Euphorium

By Alex

Red on white. Blood on inner thighs. Hands over crotch area.
“Don’t go. Stay in there.”
But it can’t.
Red on white. Hot on cold. Blood on tiles.
The girl was panting. The girl was screaming. The girl was crying.
Saliva bubbling, seeped out of her mouth. Tears smudged her eyeliners.
Cubicle so dark. Window so small.
Mirror was utterly clean. Sink was spotless.
Blood smeared on the gray, metallic cubicle wall. Blood stained her long, flowing skirt. Blood dripped on cold, white tiles. Blood dispersed in the blue water.
Blood flowing, debris floating.
It’s over.

____________________

“Don’t go”
His hands are like vise on her arms.
“Let me go!”
Blue car stifling her raised voice.
“Stay with me”
His voice dripping with sex. Cold air gave the chill over her spine.
“If you let go of me, then I’ll go…”
Her cheeks hot. His groin feverish.
“But I won’t let you go”
“Then I’ll stay”
His tongue jabbing her mouth.
The girl was panting. The girl was screaming. The girl was crying.
Saliva seeped out. Eyeliner smudged.
Car so dark. Windows too clear.
White on white.
Sin smeared on her inner thighs. Sin stained her long, flowing skirt. Sin dripped on cold, leather seat. His sin dispersed in her water of life.
Sin flowing, lust soaring.
The seed has been planted.
It’s over.