David Aeron

"Coding will never be my thing," was the thought boggling my mind as I passed my test paper in Information and Communications Technology. Grasping our lesson in HTML Lists and Frames was difficult for me since we haven't had the time to master these lessons in application. But even though I had this not-so-good memory of this quarter, the thing that excited me the most was the fulfillment of another culture-infused activity, community-based research that focuses on different categories that you randomly choose by luck and by chance. I was the team leader of City of Vigan II, and the category that I was able to pick was arts and culture, and the rest was history. With my able and proficient teammates, Jericson, Drexel, Ghaveriel, and Ashdeine, we were able to lay out our plans and recommendations for what to do and include in our study. At the end, we decided to do research on the arts and architecture of Vigan.   We started to wander around the city. We asked a lot of bus...

As soon as I entered the premises of Ilocos Sur National High School, deep down in my heart, I already knew that it would be the perfect place for me to hone my talents and abilities that would cater to my very needs. I know that it will help me discover and expand more of my excellence, exceeding the horizons of mediocrity and reaching definite grandiosity.   The way Ilocos Sur National High School celebrates its High School Day is not new to me because all three of my sisters also chose the aforementioned institution to study at; hence, I sometimes get the chance to witness the school's Foundation Day. Foot parades, field demonstrations, and other activities are conducted to welcome and celebrate another year added to the school's years of existence amidst all the tests of time.   But all the joy and gaiety that I expected that I would also experience turned into dust, vanishing from my clutches and drifting so far away from me that it became impossible to capture it again. ...

From my childhood days up to the present, Semana Santa has always remained one of the most significant moments in my life, as it is the time of the year where we are reminded of the sacrifices our Lord, Jesus Christ, endured. Some local superstitions spring to mind every time the Lenten season arrives. When I was still a kid, I remember that my mother had told me, " Kuna dagiti babbaket ken lallakay ket idi umuna nga panawen, saan nga aggaraw dagiti bulong nu panawen iti Kuwaresma. " This statement remarked by my mother further explained the essence, the solemnity of Lent even before, that leaves from trees stay still, as if it commemorates with us, Christians, the life of the Lamb of God, his sacrifices as He endured the wrath of Roman priests and soldiers, and up until his death, as payment for our sins. As the Philippines garnered its title as the only major predominantly Catholic nation in Asia, observing Lent annually has been a part of our lives where we remember the l...