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The Missing Piece

Love. It is a simple and mere four-letter word, as it seems, but it holds so much magic and power that it is inexplicable to begin with. Over the past centuries and even millennia, the word "love" has evolved significantly, earning different and unique definitions. Some may say that love is patient, kind, and blind, but if I were given the chance to express my own definition of love, I would say that love is a complex feeling. Love is so complex that most of the time it is inexplicable, to the extent that you are not able to find the right and appropriate word or words to express the feeling that is dominating and pioneering inside you. Love is so special and sacred that even a day, specifically the 14th of February, is commemorated to celebrate the love shared between two people. How enticing, right? Being able to see couples spend and enjoy their day with satisfied and fulfilled hearts is similar to a picturesque view, seeing that they are getting the love that they deserve...

Anniniwan iti Kannawidan

Out of the thirty-two municipalities and two component cities that are home to different local ethnicities and groups that comprise our whole province, what do you think makes them connected to each other? What makes our province still One Ilocos Sur ? In case you missed it, 205 years ago, a real cedula from the Kingdom of Spain was released on February 2, 1818, separating Ilocos into two provinces, namely Ilocos Norte and Ilocos Sur, as per the request of Manuel Bernaldez Pizarro, a fiscal of the Real Audiencia. It was imperative to divide the province into two after three successive revolts, namely the Basi Revolt (1807), the Ilocos Norte Uprising (1811), and the Sarrat Rebellion (1815), that caused restiveness in the area. According to Pizarro, having a divided Ilocos—an llocos Norte and Ilocos Sur - would enable authorities to closely supervise the natives, whose numbers had increased, and thereby effectively quell any uprising. Fast forward to 2008, during ...

Ciudad Fernandina de Vigan: A Tapestry of Rich Culture and History

Founded in 1572 by Novo-Hispanic conquistador Juan de Salcedo, Vigan sits at the heart of the Heritage Province of Ilocos Sur, standing bright and proud of what it has attained over the past centuries. Our beloved city had witnessed two world wars, and fortunately, its historic houses and image were saved, and it was all because of the love that was shared between Fujiro Takahashi, a captain of the Japanese military, and his significant other, Adela Tolentino, a Bigueña native. At present, the City of Vigan is known for its rich and vibrant culture, history, and heritage, thanks to the Chinese, Spanish, and Mexican influences that were slowly adapted by our ancestors and are now a part of our many customs. As Bigueños, we are proud of what our city has attained. We are thankful for all the blessings God has bestowed upon us Bigueños over the past centuries, and as a manifestation of our genuine thanks to God Almighty, we annually celebrate the grand Vigan City Longganisa Festi...

First Half of the Expedition

I must say that this quarter was an interesting one. Ms. Evelyn R. Vera Cruz, our teacher in Information and Communications Technology, was able to introduce our topic for this second quarter: HTML Tags. I felt a lot of mixed emotions during our first week. Maybe because this was entirely new to me, or maybe I was eager to embark on a new adventure that has been waiting for me. I am not certainly sure about that. Fast forward, everything was smooth and steady—not until the drapes of reality fell down. There goes the number of exercises, activities, and quizzes we have had, and of course, it was exhilarating, but it was entirely fun. Even though I was outside of the classroom at times because, you know, journalism calls, I can still say that this quarter was spectacular.   After the first grading, another wave of education had started yet again. Ms. Vera Cruz had first started to discuss what HTML is, HTML tags and their kinds, basic HTML and heading tags, and the World Wide Web C...

Cacophony of Voices

Now, where to begin?  2022  was definitely a year. Saying that 2022 was my year is unfair. The amount of setbacks and obstacles I had to go through was surely the reason why. Problem here, trial there—it certainly made me think and ponder why this is happening to me and what this is trying to teach me. This may not be the best year I have gone through in my entire life, but the memories and lessons it left me will surely make it one of the most remarkable years of my life.   I must say that New Year's wishes and resolutions do not suit me well. Even if I created as many of these, I would still go back to being the same person I was before. My optimistic side and my pessimistic side, unfortunately, will always be in tact with me. But in this year, I have realized that there are several things I need, not just want, to change in me. One, I am fond of procrastinating all my assigned activities and requirements. I get lazy about accomplishing them, gaslighting mysel...

Parol: A Prismatic Yuletide Journey

The sound of Christmas music on the radio; the aroma of bibingka paskwa and tinubongs being sold around town; the flickering lights and well-wrapped gifts below the Christmas tree; and most especially, traditional Filipino parols hung outside almost every Filipino abode, shining throughout the night. Without these things, the Christmas season would definitely be incomplete. This year, my Christmas was different than those I had experienced a year and a half ago. Waking up to the tune of classic Christmas hits like Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas is You and Ryan Cayabyab's Kumukuti-kutitap, it warms my heart to feel the spirit of Christmas in our hearts again. It flashes back all the memories I had when I was a child, happily opening the presents given by my godparents. This year, I celebrated the Yuletide season with my family in Sinait. We wanted to try and experience how Christmas would be with our grandmother beside us. Before the clock struck 12, I was watching seve...