Republic of the Philippines

PANGASINAN STATE UNIVERSITY

STA. MARIA CAMPUS
Sta. Maria, Pangasinan
Name: CYRELLE JANE G. RINGOR MR. DINDO V. LAGASCA
Year & Course: BSED IV-ENGLISH
“HATE”

We deal with issues that include “hateration”

It will continue to affect us for more generations
People don’t realize they have learned how to hate
It’s so deep being blocked by anger and fate
Friends pretend that they are loving the great life
But the truth of the situation is simply struggle and strife
Just like me, we have too much pride
But some don’t have a struggling mom by their side
You need to realize struggle is the way of life
You see someone doing better
You rob him with no hesitation in sight
You see hustlers with a quick solution
So you start selling drugs to handle problems that’s polluting
Selling drugs gets you everything you need
But you’ll always be incarcerated
Believe that indeed
People don’t care who gets hurt
As long as they getting paid by selling their work
Most don’t have time to worry about police or dying
Feeling like they already dying while they leave their parents left crying
I have pride in my culture
I know my heritage
I’m not worthless and I am conditioned to feel the advantage
The projects are designed for those to fail
We don’t see the experiment
But as young black males, we live and die by consequence
Men lose their confidence and are afraid to admit fear
Deep inside they admit it with a little inside tear
You see, hate is a very strong word to a young man like me
But if you don’t resolve the problem
The consequence will last eternity
 Republic of the Philippines
PANGASINAN STATE UNIVERSITY
STA. MARIA CAMPUS
Sta. Maria, Pangasinan
Name: CYRELLE JANE G. RINGOR MR. DINDO V. LAGASCA
Year & Course: BSED IV-ENGLISH

“THE EMPTY TITLE”

The taxi moved through the busy market of Nager Bazaar and Sharmila was memorizing the
guitar notes from the chord book when she lost in her dreams and the first time she had held a
guitar when she was twelve came back to her mind… how she had struggled in the first few
sessions… how the fingers hurt… how her teacher preserved her patience every time she made a
mistake.
Sharmila was late. It showed fifteen minutes past 5 o’clock on the watch and her show was about
to begin in forty-five minutes. It was an important day for her and she was just forty five minutes
away from her debut show at Kalamandir. The sky looked blue and promising. The road was
being continuously painted by many combinations of cheerful hues by the rays of the sun. It
veiled her softly with the tender touch of its golden rays of hope, pointing to glorious fame in the
world of music.
‘Bhaiya,’ she said, ‘need to make it quick.’
The taxi driver was possibly in his forties and had few streaks of grey hair towards the temples
on the forehead and near the ears. The skin under his eyes had few small wrinkles that were
fanning out prominently in the sun. He took out a dirty red piece of cloth from under his seat to
rub the fare reading meter in the front. His grey shirt was partly tucked out of his trousers.
The taxi began to move past the shops, big and small. Sharmila looked back to see the greenery
of trees along the sides of the street. The blue sky was a perfect combination to the lively green.
The shops on the sides of the road ran away, behind the cab. The pleasant wind struck her face
and she closed her eyes. When she opened them she noticed a white ambassador approaching
closer. Eventually, it overtook the taxi leaving them behind a red signal.
It’s truly impossible to travel on the roads of Kolkata these days, she thought. A large group of
men and women were shouting from a distance,
‘Stop it! Change it! Bondho Korun!’
They could be heard more clearly as they approached. They walked in a straight line – shouting,
screaming and protesting. The narrow street was almost overflowing with people and the busy
market looked busier.
‘Bhaiya.’ she asked the taxi driver, ‘how long will they take to clear the road?’
‘Five, at the most ten minutes, Didi’
She began to worry a little. The minute hand on her watch was moving faster than ever that day.
Her heart was beating fast.
Sharmila leaned back. She tried to relax and looked at the chord book. C – Am – Em – Am.
The golden rays of the sun were beginning to fade away. The driver stopped the engine. Her
palpitations got stronger. She thought about informing the show organizers that she could be a
little late since it was already five minutes that the taxi was stuck in that terrible jam with no
possibilities of it clearing down.
‘One for twenty five paise. Didi, take one please,’ a little girl appeared near the window. She was
wearing rags. Her dirty hair was falling on her face. Her tired eyes and pale face showed her
poverty. She was selling masks of animals, clowns and ghosts. She was carrying a small bag.
‘Hey girl!’ the taxi driver said, ‘Leave from hear! Go!’
‘No wait,’ Sharmila said.
She had no intention of buying those masks. There was something in that girl which made her
stop before moving to the next car. She looked at her and her eyes were hopeful.
‘What’s your name, little girl?’
‘Titli’
‘Beautiful! Who’s kept it for you?
‘It’s my mother’s name. People say that she’d left me when I was very small and went to live
with another man. Since then this has become my name,’ she said and smiled at me, ‘please Didi
take this one.’
‘I will. Where do you stay?’
‘There,’ she said pointing to the next lane, ‘on that footpath.’
She looked at her and wondered if she was living her life with her mother’s name to remind hers
every moment of the injustice her mother had showed towards her or some kind of revenge,
anger or just to give her the feeling of the pure form of mother’s love. Maybe, it gives her a
virtual realization that her mother is always with her like her name.
‘Where’s your father?’
‘I don’t know about him. People say that he lives in Phoolbangan with his new wife and
children.’
‘How old are you, Titli?’
‘Thirteen or fifteen’
‘Do you know the difference between thirteen and fifteen?’
‘How would I, Didi. You must be kidding. Have I ever been to school?’
‘But when you see small children walking to school holding their mother’s hand don’t you feel
like going to school?’
‘No Didi, I don’t,’
she looked away to see the traffic light. It was still red.
‘I only wish to hold my mother’s hand like they do. I dream of it every day. I imagine clutching
my mother’s hand with my fingers between hers.’
The cars from behind was giving the horns. The traffic light was green.
‘Didi! The light is green!’
‘Here,’ she said taking the coin out of her purse, ‘take your money and keep this mask with you.
You can play with your friends with it.’
The taxi began to move. For a moment, Sharmila thought again if she was using to feel the
presence of her mother always or was it reminding her of her mother’s infidelity every moment
so that she could live in her anger for her mother. May be, she thought, it was a teenager’s empty
dream like her empty title. Sharmila looked back and gradually lost sight of her as the taxi
regained its speed.
 Republic of the Philippines
PANGASINAN STATE UNIVERSITY
STA. MARIA CAMPUS
Sta. Maria, Pangasinan
Name: CYRELLE JANE G. RINGOR MR. DINDO V. LAGASCA
Year & Course: BSED IV-ENGLISH

SONNET (Shakespearean)

YOU

You are the sun that shines throughout my day,

You are the moon that shimmers at my night,
You are the reason I smile in every way,
You are the stars that glimmer oh so bright.

You’re the oxygen that keeps me alive,

You are the blood that flows inside of me,
You are my heart that keeps beating inside,
You’re the one who really understands me.

I want to be the one you truly love

I want to be the one who fills your heart
I want to be the one you want to have
The one who loved you from the very start

Meeting you have really changed my whole life

And now all I want is to be your wife.
 Republic of the Philippines
PANGASINAN STATE UNIVERSITY
STA. MARIA CAMPUS
Sta. Maria, Pangasinan
Name: CYRELLE JANE G. RINGOR MR. DINDO V. LAGASCA
Year & Course: BSED IV-ENGLISH

According to the interview, 8 out 10 interviewees residing at Barangay Salud,

Natividad, Pangasinan, have said that the most common problem in the said barangay is the

population. According to the data of the Census that has been conducted, the population of the

said barangay is reaching more or less than 2000 residents. Majority of this number is the

number of children in the barangay.

According to a BHW, one factor that causes the increase of population is the Teenage

Pregnancy. 4 out of 10 that get pregnant are aging 13-18. During adolescence, teenagers may

drink and experiment with drugs frequently with their friends at social gatherings and parties.

Teens, however, do not realize the impacts alcohol and drugs have on functioning of their brain.

These substances greatly affect a teen’s ability to logically think and carry out general thinking

processes, thus increases the chances they will engage in unprotected and unsafe sexual activity.

We also know that as of today’s generation, teens are very aggressive and very curious to these

kinds of activity, and that is the reason they do such activities.

One way of taking care of this issue is that, the Barangay Officials is conducting a

Seminar for Early pregnancy yearly. With the help of the DOH and RHU, the BHWs conduct

these kind of seminars for the teens in order to help them educate to gain more knowledge about

Teenage Pregnancy.
 Republic of the Philippines
PANGASINAN STATE UNIVERSITY
STA. MARIA CAMPUS
Sta. Maria, Pangasinan
Name: CYRELLE JANE G. RINGOR MR. DINDO V. LAGASCA
Year & Course: BSED IV-ENGLISH

Name of interviewee: Imelda Silapan Name of interviewee: Brgy. Capt. Zaldy

Collado
Problem Stated: Population
Problem Stated: Population
Name of interviewee: Dennis Raguindin
Name of interviewee:Jenny Ringor
Problem Stated: Population
Problem Stated: Population

Name of interviewee: Angelito Apalla

Name of interviewee: Kgwd. Maricris
Ringor Problem Stated: Population
Problem Stated: Cleanliness

Name of interviewee: Kgwd. Laudencio

Acosta
Problem Stated: Population

Name of interviewee: Marvin Raguindin

Problem Stated: Population

Name of interviewee: Jomar Acosta

Problem Stated: Livelihood Programs

Name of interviewee: Jane Harris Paas

Problem Stated: Population