Oh my Luna Are you up there? Can you hear and see me? How about my achievements, Are you proud of me? How are you there? Is it happy there? No pain and no stress? Who’s with you? Are you lonely? Are you with him? If you are happy there then I’ll be happy here too But I can’t promise that I won’t cry As the clouds gets gloomy sometimes And I can’t feel and see your light. Thank you for your shine when everything turns dark You look so beautiful up there Whether you are half or full If you don’t feel any pain up there, Then I’ll set you free. As I close my eyes Can you give me a hug in my dreams? At least here I can reach you from afar Before Sol would take your spot And made me realize the reality again. L na by Lewis Caroll Mendoza 99.
100. PAALAM Ako’y namamaalam, Sa sakit ng nakaraan. Lungkot ng kahapon at dusa ng nakalipas. Ngunit ako’y kakapit sa aral ng karanasan at hindi bibitaw, Sa turong pait ng kahapon. ni Andrea Sheyne Tabra
101. The USB Drive: A Risky Delivery for a Just Cause by Kyle Andhrew M. Santos Dina was in a bustling marketplace, carrying a USB drive containing information on government atrocities to be given to an investigative journalist. Despite feeling uneasy, Dina knew acting was crucial due to the corruption that had affected her family and others. She was determined to prevent others from undergoing similar struggles. Dina peered into the throng, scanning for any indication from the scribe. Abruptly, her shoulder felt a light tap, and she turned to encounter a woman wearing glasses obscuring her eyes. On top of the lady’s head was an elaborately designed headscarf. “Accompany me,” breathed the woman faintly while Dina acknowledged taciturnity. After navigating a maze of winding paths, the woman brought Dina to a solitary coffee shop hidden among the busy boulevards. A fervent reporter sat at her laptop when I walked in, steadfastly typing away. She inquired, “Did you get what I asked for?” without turning to look at Dina or making eye contact. Dina handed over the bag without resistance as the journalist swiftly inserted the USB and conducted an automated search of its contents. Dina watched nervously, contemplating the possible secrets revealed by the storage device and worrying about the future. At last, the scribe tilted her head upwards; a faint grin emerged on her lips. “This is precisely what we require,” she uttered. “Through this data, we can reveal unethical conduct and establish responsibility for those in charge.” TINTA VII 1st Place Flash Fiction
Dina felt a sense of comfort in completing her mission. She contributed to improving the situation in her country, a deed she had longed for quite some time. Exiting the bistro, she experienced an unprecedented sense of direction and duty that compelled her to fight relentlessly for equity and homeland. As Dina walked home, she felt an eerie sensation of being followed. Her fear escalated, and her heart raced as she quickened her pace. All at once, an unexpected touch landed on her shoulder. This abrupt occurrence startled her enough to make her turn around quickly out of fear. She was faced with individuals dressed in black suits and sunglasses who stood motionless beside her. One of them declared, “We must converse with you.” Dina instantly realized she was in dire straits. She needed to act fast. Acting swiftly, Dina delved into her purse and produced a small blade she had carried for precautionary purposes. Just as she was about to act, an acute ache surged through her spine and instantly swathed everything in obscurity. The fellows had infused a tranquilizing drug into her bloodstream, which led to unconsciousness upon crashing down on the soil. Dina woke up in a confined space with no orifices to infiltrate. She could not determine how long she had been there or where her USB drive and the fellow reporter had gone missing. Despite the vagueness, she persevered in her quest for justice and the privilege to publish news without restriction. She acknowledges that this campaign has no allowance for the withdrawal or denial of fundamental liberties. 102.
Passage of Time by Xandinne Santiago Yearning to shatter the hourglass’s hold, Longing to halt the relentless time to unfold. Desiring to linger in this warm embrace, Hoping to extend this moment’s grace. Yet another sunset fades away, Countless sunrises are lost to each passing day. I lose track of time, but it’s all fine. With you by my side, everything aligns. I wish to stay in this paradise forever, Where I can hold your hand for a bit longer, Where I can look into your eyes, that never lies, Or reflect your smile that always gives me butterflies. If we could halt time’s relentless stride, Would that cost a fortune to abide? If we could rewind and reclaim moments gone by, Is there a time machine that could comply? 103.
Need Not To Belong by Narleen Bartolome “All human beings need a certain minimum quantity of regular, satisfying social interactions. Inability to meet this need results in loneliness, mental distress, and a strong desire to form new relationships.” — Roy Baumeister and Mark Leary Countless articles and research attempted to refute propositions which argue on belongingness as a human need, but there’s a massive body of evidence to attest that these notions are indeed true. Renowned psychologists such as Sigmund Freud and Abraham Maslow acknowledged the need to belong as a fundamental human need, contending that the desire to be part of a group or community is a significant driving force behind human motivation. Roy Baumeister and Mark Leary also insisted that fulfilling our need for relationships is crucial and is considered as important as fulfilling basic needs, like food and water, for human survival. They also claim that unsuccessful social relationships may result in a yearning for death. When I was seven, I was transferred to a private school where I found myself seated beside a girl with black, wavy hair, perpetually tied back in a tousled ponytail. Her uniform was rumpled and imbued with an off-white tinge, which bore signs of water stains. She had a perfect set of pearly, white teeth which she flashes to everyone she sees. Her serene and amiable nature endeared her to many, yet behind all that facade, she was a victim of abject bullying. 104. TINTA VII 1st Place Essay Writing
At a young age, I witnessed the callous indifference of people to those lacking in privilege and the warm, pretentious treatment they offered the elites. It is unfortunate how I have seen prejudice manifest in so many forms. It is prevalent even in the younger generation, who unknowingly discriminated against their peers. Prejudice persists and lingers. It is a state of mind that is passed down from generation to generation, like old, ragged hand-me-downs given to younger siblings. For this reason, I spent my teenage years seeking where I belong. I turned a blind eye to atrocities and malicious behaviours and set my principles and beliefs aside, just so I could have a group I can call home. In a society where being different is frowned upon, deviating from the norm is like playing with fire—one mistake and you’ll get burnt. I thought I found where I belong, but in the pursuit, I lost myself. I may not have harmed anyone, but my silence in the midst of prejudice spoke volumes of where I stood— which is worse than the perpetrator itself. Driven by the dread of mistreatment, I found myself being their accomplice. The only way to amend my faults is to leave the place I once called home, yet such a feat is easier said than done. Leaving means committing myself to the vow of uncovDespite enduring physical abuse, including pushing, punching, and having her hair pulled, as well as being pricked by needles placed under her chair, she persisted in reaching out to us. Her tears were evidence of her pain, but her determination to belong was stronger. Our young and naive minds hindered us from recognizing that not every relationship is good for us. 105.
This is still applicable today, only evolution has changed two things: 1) The shape of our enemies—they have now become the oppressors; 2) Instead of uniting to fight the enemy, they team up to defend them. Oppressors are powerful and influential individuals, which is why many people are afraid of getting on their bad side. As a result, they end up protecting the enemy and attacking the one who wants to save them. In times of bigotry, we must act in accordance with morality. We must fight in the face of the opposition, break free from societal norms, and speak up. We must decide where to stand, even if it means standing alone, for solitude is superior to the harmful influence of an ill-suited company. We feel safer when we belong to a group, but how can you protect yourself if you’re sleeping with the enemy? ering the naked truth and standing up for what I believe in. Leaving means stepping into the unknown, with my morals and principles as my sole defense. Leaving signifies that the war has begun, a war I will have to face alone. I may have made war with the oppressors, but I made peace with myself. Though I stand alone in this battle, I have myself. The need to belong is universal. This concept is deeply rooted in our ancestral history. When confronted with attacks from enemies, predatory animals, or struggling to find food and shelter, people who belonged to a group had better chances of survival compared to an individual who had to solely rely on themselves. Early humans who had a strong desire to belong were likely to have evolutionary advantages. As descendants of those early humans, we may have inherited that same intense need for belonging. 106.
Unleashed Ashes by Emmanuel Desiderio I was once a hopeless romantic, Thinking men are all the same. I was wrong about some, but I was right about you. You made me believe in love. My life is full of sorrow, and you taught me to grow. Every misery turned into ease. Your touch was as soft as your smile; something I keep longing for. You left too early, Leaving me all the pain to carry. As I free your ashes, I will forever keep every single memory of you, ‘til the very last step of my journey. Farewell, Felix. May your soul rest in eternity. 107.
A Journey to Happiness by Alyanna Palada For a very long time, I was trapped Following the footsteps of others Craving validation, I didn’t know myself I was lost in the abyss. I became fed up with the society’s standards I started to step back I ran to myself and found the true meaning of life The little things were brought to light Like a hidden treasure kept from sight. I found happiness in simple things, The mug of coffee in the morning, The books and their smell, The touch of air on my skin, The warmth of a loved one’s hug, The hug that comes from within 108.
Alive Again by Via G. Garcia Today, I tried to get up and walked with vigor towards the window’s small hole, which is being pierced by the sunlight. I brushed aside the tangled curtain and peered through the window slowly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this.” The silver lining in the cloud, the breeze caressing my skin, the sound of automobile horns, the noise of children playing, and the cacophony of the world that shatters the terrible serenity. Today, I attempted to spring into action in such a way that I would no longer have to wait for my mother’s yell, which nearly encompassed our entire house. I attempted to paint, make a song, write a poem. Today, I’m getting out of my room. “Perhaps mom and dad are already waiting for me,” I uttered as I take a step, gripping the thick dust on the stairwell’s handrail, “it feels unfamiliar, this is unlikely mom.” “Oh, you’re early, I haven’t even shouted yet, and you’re already up,” mom complained. “It’s because I already miss your cooking, mom!” I said, as if I were on cloud nine. The laughter fades, the surroundings darken gradually, Mama and Papa fade from view, the sofa goes ashen, the table filled with dust. Today, I knew I died. I saw the vases containing Mama and Papa’s ashes. The memories returned; Mama and Papa perished in an accident, and since then, I have also died. Today, I awoke early without hearing my mother’s voice. I tried to paint, compose music, and write a poem. I emerge from my room. After six years of immersing myself in sadness, misery, and longing, today, I tried to live again. In the hours when the stars no longer shine, I shall try to break away from the grip of grief once more. Today, I escaped. 109. TINTA VII 2nd Place Flash Fiction
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Warm Breeze from the Last Winter by Rolhen Jeyk M. Constante “They say everybody will meet someone they’ll hold dearly, but at the time when everybody loves somebody, just as I found you.” Lying on Ice-covered sand, earphones on, listening to Taylor Swift songs It envelopes the slow anthem of the waves - what a breeze. I pulled my scarf just to see you here, Resting in my arm like it won’t go numb I watch as your warm breath becomes a fog. The sky’s awake but the sun won’t come out Like how I held back my feelings for the past few years It’s surreal, seeing flecks rest at that reddish nose, At those rosy cheeks, slowly vanishing Like a snow slowly melting at the waves, it’s calmingly beautiful. Staring at your long lashes as it got mist, I caressed your hair Then you peeked, revealing those hazelnut brown eyes I realized how I’ve hopelessly fallen for you, but I know you don’t have an answer yet I badly want to kiss you, to touch you, but I know it’s unrequited Just before I open my lips to crack my confession into a joke I stood froze at the moment, that last day of the winter felt warm That cold never made me shiver quite like you did When you told me you liked me too. 111.
An Anthology of a Writer’s Block Coping Mechanism in 2023 by Jess P. Resuello (Typing...) 112.
14 Days of Summer This summer’s a blast You and me — meet the cast. This love — I hope it’ll last Summer’s ending too fast. by Alessandra Rivera 113.
uwi na tayo? ni Allyssa Mae Dancel “uwi na tayo?” gusto ko nang umuwi kung saan pagod ay mapapawi ngunit magulo, maingay, puro sigaw, away— walang humpay. matagal na pala noong huli, huling yakap at halik sa pisngi akala ko’y tahanan, akala ko’y tatahan, hindi na tawa ang namumutawi, hindi na katulad ng dati, “uuwi pa ba tayo?” ayaw ko nang umuwi. 114.
In the middle of the night, 13th of September year 2021 . Everything seems normal, except for my daddy who doesn’t look fine. It’s been a week since he’s sick, low oxygen, due to pandemic. Everything is fine, daddy is gaining his energy, While we’re washing our clothes with ate. Just like a normal night, he called us to pray. praying for bringing back the normal day. But , we all have no idea that it would be the last, the last ‘amen’ together , his last ‘pray for us’. It’s been 2 years today daddy, How are you there? I hope you’re doing fine, I missed your care. Don’t worry daddy your bunso is doing better now, one more year before I wear my black gown. I wish you were there with me as I received my diploma, Those would be all for you daddy and mama. 13th of September by: Joe Francis Rallo 115.
KABANATA V /Pa-la-haw/ Paghiyaw, Pag-iyak, pag-tili
Biglang kumirot ang kaniyang tiyan. Hawak ang kaniyang sinapupunang hinila niya ang upuan at umupo. Siya’y nabigla na malaman ang dumadaloy na tubig mula sa pagitan ng kaniyang hita. Hindi niya maintindihan ang kaniyang nararamdaman. Nahihilo, nanghihina at parang may gustong kumawala at may nagbabadyang mangyari na hindi maganda. Magtitiis, unti unti na dumidilim ang aking paningin, “Oh Diyos ko, patnubayan niyo po ako.” *** Tahimik ang buong kwarto ng silid nang bigla-bigla na lang may kung sinong nagkukumahos na tumakbong lalaki sa ospital na may tangan sa kanyang mga brasong babaeng buntis. Nakamulat ang mata ngunit tila wala sa kaniyang diwa. “Doc, tulungan niyo po ako. Nakita ko na lang siyang nakalupasay sa sahig at walang malay,” anang lalaki na tila pawis na pawis sa pagdala nito sa babaeng tila asawa nito. “Gagawin namin ang makakaya namin, pero tila naubusan na siya ng maraming dugo. Delikado ang mag-ina mo iho,” ang sabi ng doctor sa kaniya habang inaasikaso ang babae at tinawag ang mga nars. Bumalik sa ulirat ang babae at isinagawa na ang operasyon. Maya-maya pa, “Waaaaaah!” Ang huling sigaw na namutawi sa apat na sulok ng kwarto – ang palahaw ng pagtangis at paglaho. *** 117.
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Requiem thy soul When I told you that you were worth dying for, I meant it. Wholeheartedly. Now watch my decaying body, Rise from a mere voice of your recall. by Rolando Estrella Jr. 119.
120. Wake up to your slumber The road is long set for the race Be prepared, a difficult journey awaits In a fierce world, scrutinize them with your eyes Sharpen your fangs away from trickeries Naivety is long gone, show your instincts Baring a serene mind Black feathers stealth in the dark but oddly shines at daylighta Beaming with fervor passion Tis of thee with a blazing heart! Flap your wings and start Hone your instincts, impulse and fangs For black absorbs all colors, so will your mind Spread your wings, it’s time to fly and Outbound them with your wits. Ode to a Sleeping Crow by Owen Ocampo
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Yey! Mom, I’m, here In your lil tummy, I promise to adhere Imagine, for all of my companion I’m the one who won to the not so called “competition” Nervous, anxious or excited I know that if you’ll knew, you’ll be delighted Molded in your womb, a little life was formed Wait til the two lines, and you’ll be informed Pain, oh an unfamiliar and unberable feeling But I’m more afraid for your well-being How are you , mom? Why are you crying? Little by little, why am I fading? You’re just a minor mom, I understand your situation Just like me, you want your life back- full of deperation This might be your fellas greatest lesson To not easily fall in to temptation What’s new? Yes, it’s true! Oh don’t blame me please. I’m just doing My job to spread it. Im just fulfilling my by Joymee Dassun Unspoken letter for my mom Very own purpose Don’t ask who am I. Your neighbor surely know me I’m just rumor I’m not teh worst Mayve those who are next to me I’m just rumor I’m not teh worst Mayve those who are next to me Hi, I think you know me I can create chaos Can make a person bigger Yes, I can make you the victim scene that you’ve created Don’t ask me who am I’cause no one ever dare to admit that I am Jealous Oh, hello! Don’t you recognize me? The one that makes you go crazy Doing silly things, inventing fake scenarios, exaggerating everything Guess who I am? Sure it is I’m Desperation 122. TINTA VII 1st Place Tula
Pagsilang ng Pamamaalam ni Jess P. Resuello Lilisan ako sa mundong ito nang hindi ko alam ang talento at kakayahan ko nang hindi kilala ang sarili ko at buo kong pagkatao o kung ano at sino ako dahil ako mismo hindi ko alam kung sino kung ano ako. 123
ni Arianna Crizelle A. Manalo Ang bawat barangay ay may balitang hatid ng mga marites sa tindahan ni Aling Tes, kung saan ang bawat kwento ay nagmumula. Ang bawat araw ay pare-pareho, bagong balita, bagong tsismis na nagpapasarap sa bawat kwentuhan. Ang iba na bibili lamang ng kape o sangkap ay mapapatagal pa ng ilang oras dahil sa tsismis na hatid ng bawat marites. Maririnig ang mga tinig na nagbubulungan, naghahalakhakan, at kung minsa’y nagpapalakpakan sa tuwa. Sila ang inyong mga ‘mapagkakatiwalaan’, nakangiti at handang makinig, ngunit asahan mo nalang maya’t maya, ikaw na ang laman ng balita. Sadyang tanggap na ni Aling Tes ang ganitong eksena sa kanyang tindahan, ang walang sawang tsismisan. Aminado si Aling Tes na siya rin mismo ay naiintriga sa kanyang mga naririnig. Nung una ay mahinay lamang siya manalita ngunit habang tumatagal ay sumobra na ang kanyang pagiging ‘interesado’ sa buhay ng iba na nakalimutan na niya ang kanyang buhay. Gayunpaman, ang lahat ay nagbago nang siya ang naging laman ng tsismis matapos mabuntis ang kanyang anak habang nag-aaral. Naging isang malaking sampal ito kay Aling Tes ngunit ito ang nagbigay sa kanya ng hitik na lakas at aral. Ngayon, sa tindahan ni Aling Marites, maririnig pa rin ang mga tsismis. Gayunpaman, ang mga ingay na ito ay hindi na nakakabulahaw na ingay ng paninira, ngunit ingay ng pagpuri at pagkilala sa pagtatapos ng anak ni Aling Tes, bitbit ang kanyang anak at ang diploma ng kanyang pagtatapos. Sa Tindahan ni Aling Tes 124.
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by Daine Tayag 3:05 I wish I could strip away the ignorance that stays, this barrier that prevents me from writing all the beautiful poems About you. But how could I, Fit all the words I ought to know. into a two-paragraph poem that resonates, even just a hint of how you make these cheeks, rose-tint. 126.
Parallel Universe by Xandinne Santiago A girl in pink, holding her bear, Smiling wide, a sight to stare. Can you see me? I asked aloud, Can you hear me, amidst the crowd? We share the same names, I whispered low, Your face mirrors mine from long ago. I have your voice, a familiar tone, I am you, in a different universe, we’ve known. Under the moonlight, beneath the starry sky, I offer thanks to the universe’s guiding eye. For granting her the life she truly deserves. For I can live in peace, as her happiness preserves. 127. Parallel Universe
Serendipity as the sun dips in the horizon, your honey-colored skin gleaming so bright, so pristine i’m sending my prayers out in the constellations, to protect something so pure, worth my devotion oh, my serendipity to give you a love laced with tranquility should never fall out of my priority let me hold you close, grasp your everythingness i pledge my whole life, for this child’s happiness by Daine Tayag 128.
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As a living being with unfathomable imagery and beautiful mind, We are constantly met by formlessness. It dances within a stroke of our hands, A whim of our fingers. and you are the earthshaker, The alpha and the Omega – The Phantom of the Opera. Tell me, what form would it make? Mercurial by Rolando Estrella Jr. 130.
String of Fate I’ve already cut two strings maroon tinted hands Tied our pieces together To create our own string of fate But little did I know, Love really is strong when both people are in love with each other Crimson stained clothes, Say goodbye to your girlfriend You’ll never cut this string again, Alam ko, Di hamak lang naman akong tagahanga mo by Samantha Garcia 131.
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When rain finally stopped ravaging the disoriented mind. and the feelings no longer paved the mournful heart, Know that I wish you love. After months or years, Should you look back at the tarnished land, our unfinished construction site, Know that I wished you love. Know that the resilience of two persons used to dwell in this paradise. I hope we learned how to love, better than we used to. Ode to Genuity by Rolando Estrella Jr. 133.
She was as pure as daisy, as optimistic as sunflower, as chromatic as tulips, and more fascinating than any flower. Yes, she’s my girl. LYDI by Joe Francis Rallo 134.
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editorial board & seditorial boAY 2023 - 2024 editorial bJess Resuello Joe Francis Rallo Michelle Patricia Associate Editor-in-Chief Manalo Editor-in-Chief Managing Editor Rolando Estrella Jr. Literary Editor Owen Ocampo Feature Editor Samantha Louise Garcia Layout Editor Andrea Sheyne Tabra Multimedia Editor Arveeh Mae Tortoza Sports Editor Ken Andrey Austria Graphics Editor Alyanna Palada Business Page Editor Danielle Grace Tayag News Editor
staff oard & staff board & staff Lewis Caroll Mendoza Senior Photojournalist Daniela Vina Francia Mercado Layout Artist Mark Renyel Guinto Senior Cartoonist Jomalyn Umali Cartoonist Arianna Crizelle Manalo Cartoonist Emmanual Desiderio Staff Writer Allesandra Jean Rivera Photojournalist Kalvin Tipay Staff Witer Ella Mae Santos Photojournalist Rolhen Jeyk Constante Staff Writer Mariah Jane Arquiza Photojournalist Vhan Allanis Orteza Layout Artist Allysa Mae Dancel Staff Writer Princess Jhoey Gopez Staff Writer Xandinne Santiago Staff Writer Maria Nicole Anne Mañalac Staff Writer
KWENTO NI FOLIO
Ang folio na ito ay saligan ng nakaraa’t kasalukuyang kaganapan. Mula sa kolektibong pag-ganap ng the Blaze Editorial Board and Staff noong nakaraang taunang Literary & Arts Competition hanggang sa panibagong hanay ng mga mamamahayag ng Akademikong Taon 2023. Hanggang sa napagkasunduang iangkla ang temang Folio na ito bilang “Aklas” upang ipagpatuloy ang nasimulan ng mga nakaraang Blazers. Napagkasunduang gawing mas malapit sa mga mambabasa ang mga ginawang piyesa ng mga mamahayag upang madama nila na kabilang sila, Ang College of Business Accountancy Students, Sa paglathala ng Folio na ito. Binigyang sining rin ang bawat kwento, tula, sanaysay at iba’t ibang akda na sumasalamin sa pinakatema ng Folio. Ito ay hindi maisasakatuparan kung hindi dahil sa pagpupursigi nina Jess, Joe, Michelle, Rj, Owen, Jeyk, Renyel, Samantha, Sheyne, AC, Vhan, Ken, Daine, Arveeh, Mariah, Lewis, Jhoey, Nicole, Alessandra, Jomalyn, Xandinne, Allysa, Alyanna, Daniela, Ella, Emmanuel, Kalvin at pati na rin ang walang patid na suporta ng tagapayo ng the Blaze na si Dr. Hazel T. Mabborang, LPT (Ma’am Zheye) at ang ina ng kolehiyo na si Dr. Jhonel C. Panlilio, CPA. Sa Poong maykapal at sa mga taong patuloy na sumusuporta sa The blaze at naging inspirasyon naming upang ipagpatuloy ang aming nasimulan, Agyaman kami! 139.
Pasasalamat Sa ngalan ng mga magigiting, talentado at mahuhusay na Editorial Board and Staff ng The Blaze, kami po ay taos pusong nagpapasalamat sa lahat ng mga suporta na ibinahagi ninyo saamin upang mabuo ang isa na nmang mabunga at malaman na edition ng paglalathala at publikasyon. Sa aming mahal na Unibersidad- Tarlac State University na pinamumunuan ng aming magiting na presidente Dr. Arnold Velasco. Sa aming Koleheyo ng pangangalakal at pagtutuos na pinapangunahan ng aming pinakamamahal na ina ng CBA ang aming dekana Dr. Jhonel Panlilio, sa ating mga masisipag at punong puno ng pagmamahal at ng dedikasyon na mga instructors at professors ng ating unibersidad at ng ating koleheyo. Sa mga mag aaral at mambabasa ng ating publikasyon Salamat sa inyong partisepasyon at panahon, sa mga magulang at guard- ians ng ating mga manunulat at ganun din sa mga magulang at pamilya ng lhat ng mga mag aaral ng ating koleheiyo muli kami po ay nagpapasalamat sa walang sawang pag supor- ta at pagmamahal. At higit sa lahat, aming i-alay ang karangalan at pagpupugay sa ating Poong may Kapal. Lahat ay naging possible dahil kayo po ang aming nging inspirasyon upang matapos at mkagawa ng isang babasahin na maituturing na obra. Para sainyo ito. Dr. Hazel Tolenada-Mabborang, LPT The Blaze Adviser
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