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Green Beacon, La Salle Avenue, Bacolod CIty (2024)

12/03/2024

BEU ADVISORY: As per the approval of the Office of the Bacolod City Mayor, we are clear to proceed with the Sportsfest 2024 implementations, provided, strict monitoring of safety procedures and provisions are employed.

Following all these, we are pleased to announce the resumption of the Sportsfest Opening ceremony on March 13, 2024, at 9:30 AM.

Furthermore, final blockings and practices for Liceo and IS Cheerers, along with the other scheduled activities for Liceo will resume tomorrow, March 12, 2024.

Moderators and teachers in charge are requested to strictly comply with the time allotment and venue.

Please be guided accordingly, Lasallians.

14/02/2024

Love in Diversity

The love of God and of man for God,
He enables us to sprint when we plod,
He bestows upon us His light, love, and life;
If we give up, He encourages us to strive.
Praises and prayers, even if forgotten, His Grace abides without delay,
The love of God and of man for God: Agape.

What love to our parents we children behold,
Our mothers and fathers return a thousand-fold.
Whatever goals and dreams we pursue,
They treat our choices like it’s theirs too.
The mother is the light as the father is the pillar of the dwelling,
See how the beauty of Storge is welling.

A love which gives us a tinge of serenity.
A love that keeps us in harmony.
A love that runs deep among friendships, fluorescing.
A love that God grants to humanity as a blessing.
A love so pure and white as the snow in Siberia,
What wonders run deep in Philia?

A passionate love shown through physical affection—
a loving embrace, a gentle kiss, lacing of fingers,
A love that gives you a feeling of renewed vigor—
a desire for a companion, a need for a partner,
Like a lady waiting for her knight in shining armor.
a passionate love, a desire: Eros.

May you all celebrate this day with happiness and love. Happy Valentine's Day, Lasallians! 💖

Words by: Eliona Roe S. Zaldariaga
Artwork by: Louise Sebastienne C. Gloria

29/01/2024

The University of St. La Salle - Basic Education Unit’s dance teams finished as victors during this year’s Negros Occidental Private Schools Sports Cultural Educational Association’s (NOPSSCEA) Dance Fest held at the VMA Global College last Jan. 16.

The Folk Dance team, choreographed and coached by Ms. Janine Buenaflor, claimed the champion spot out of the seven participating schools with their Sigsilew-inspired choreography.

The team consists of Louise Sebastienne Gloria, Abigail Laxmi Reddy, Marie Rachael Antoinette Monfort, Lexie Garcia, Leanna Angela Tenio, Kailee Anne Solidum, Maria Ysabela Garcia, and Tisha Margarette Roldan.

Meanwhile, the Pop Dance team, choreographed and coached by Mr. John Paul Edang, won first runner up out of 16 participating schools.

The team consists of Alysson Gabrielle Vasquez, Piper Cuenca, Aleisha Ella Cuella, Shean Hannah Alferez, Max Cañada, Lauren Isabelle Ducay, Aoife Zoe Tortusa, Ryo Jareño, Arianne Luiz Beso, Phranielle Ishi Cañete, Mhegan Ysabelle Matti, and Chynna Lexi Perido.

Words by: Maria Ysabela Garcia and Marie Rachael Antoinette Monfort
Photo credits to: Ms. Janine Buenaflor & Ms. Cleah Pahayahay

25/12/2023

Dear Miracle
By: Marie Rachael Antoinette O. Monfort

When will you bring home
the one that I love most?
The bells are ringing, angels are singing,
but I find myself sighing.

Our Christmas tree sparkles
as the light twinkles.
Slowly, the presents are piling
but there is something big missing.

Dear miracle,
I am not asking for a bicycle—
not even for anything mythical.
I only want to spend this Christmas day
with the one I love most.
May this holiday season bring us good tidings of great love, peace, and joy, even to those who cannot be with their loved ones today.

Merry Christmas, Lasallians!

Artwork by: Louise Sebastienne C. Gloria

07/12/2023

Age is just a number if you really have the heart to serve the studentry.

The Green Beacon proudly presents the following students who accepted the challenge to take part in fulfilling the mission of a true Lasallian spirit through sharing their creativity and spreading information and respectful opinions.

Congratulations to these young journalists!

Words by: Marie Rachael Antoinette Monfort
Artwork by: Lauren Ducay

07/12/2023

The English-Reading Department, in collaboration with the Basic Education Unit - Learning Resource Center and the Student Services Cluster, organized an outreach program for selected Grade 3 pupils and teachers at the Jose R. Torres Elementary School last Dec. 4.

The program consisted of a storytelling activity by Ms. Cindy Mori and Ms. Apple Kate Ablanque and the presentation of reading strategies and tools for the teachers by Ms. Diaren Gallana and Ms. Riza Guarin.

In attendance were Vice Principal for Academics Ms. Lelanie Reforma, Vice Principal for Student Services Dr. Michael Cañada, and Lower Grades and Junior High School English teachers.

Words by: Gwenn Parroco
Photo credits to: Ms. Apple Kate Ablanque

04/12/2023

With the theme “Read, Reread, and Relive: Transforming Lives Through Literature and Technology”, the Book, Reading, and Innovation Month celebration culminated with a Book and Movie Character Parade organized by the Lower Grades English Department and participated by all students from the primary to the intermediate levels held last Nov. 29 at the campus.

Students, along with their teachers, dressed up as their chosen book and movie characters and visited the different offices to introduce themselves as they were given character treats.

Prior to the event, the students also took part in different classroom-based activities, such as Paint-Me-A Picture (Book/Movie Title Edition), Riddles and Word Puzzles, Tongue Twisters, Guess the Movie Title, Charades, and Book Swapping, among others.

Words by: Ysabela Garcia
Photos by: Pio Nathaniel Perez

04/12/2023

Two Lasallian pupils triumphed over 10 other contestants from various schools during this year’s Negros Occidental Private Schools Sports Cultural Educational Association (NOPSSCEA) Literary-Musical Competition held last Dec. 1 in St. Joseph School - La Salle.

Grade 6 pupils Isabelle Lordes Hilario and Isaac James Zayco bagged first place in the Filipino Declamation Contest and third place in the English Declamation Contest, respectively.

Hilario was trained by Mrs. Jossie Tingson, while Zayco was trained by Ms. Apple Kate Ablanque and Ms. Cindy Mori.

Words by: Renzo Antoniño S. Juachon
Photo credits to: Ms. Apple Kate Ablanque

01/12/2023

Grade 6 student Sofia Ciron came out as the champion during the On-the-Spot Poem Writing contest held in celebration of the Book, Innovation, and Reading Month themed “Read, Reread, and Relive: Transforming Lives Through Literature and Technology” last Nov. 10 at the Basic Education Unit Library.

Following Ciron is Zaniel Andre Faicol (Grade 6) in second place and Adriel Gamboa (Grade 5) in third place, while Gianna Jace Espiritu (Grade 4), Pia Bielle Canoy (Grade 5), and Gwenn Parroco (Grade 6) made it to the honorable mentions.

Words by: Ysabela Garcia
Photos by: Pio Nathaniel Perez

28/11/2023

Figure
By Isaac James C. Zayco

Together, best friends Ben, Clark, and Matt went camping. With great excitement, they pitched their tents, built a bonfire, and began telling spooky stories kids their age are always excited to talk about. The friends were having so much fun, when all of a sudden, their fire went out. Matt went to get more wood.

Thirty minutes had passed, yet Matt was still nowhere to be found. Ben headed out with Clark in search of him. It was dark and some fog started entering the woods, giving them shivers all over the body. The temperature dropped. Ben’s scream echoed when something grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him away while he cried. Clark tried to hold on to Ben, but he was not that strong to counter whoever’s attacking his friend.

Clark started to run away, screaming for help. However, he was silenced. Then, he blacked out.

When Clark came to consciousness, he found himself in their dormitory, but no one was there. No Ben. No Matt.

He checked the entire building. It was empty and there was no sign of life around. Taking a few more steps, he spotted a black figure in the distance, and it moved frighteningly toward his direction. Clark started to run, but in the blink of an eye, the black figure had already caught up to him. The last thing Clark saw was its eerie smile.

Artwork by: Pia Bielle Canoy

20/11/2023

One Player Remaining
By Ethan Jacob Niere

It’s the first day of summer vacation. Everyone is enjoying their lives, spending time with their family while exploring and traveling to various places around the world. My life is different though; my parents cannot afford a vacation trip. Instead of doing any normal summer activities, I’m just stuck at home, playing video games all the time.

Out of boredom, I decided to try the new game one of my friends recommended to me. I have been sitting on this for a long time now, and when I finally got to look into it, I realized that it was a “unique” sort of game. It looked like it came from the 80’s, which made me more eager to run and launch it. While doing so, I got chills when I realized I was the only one here. It felt kind of lonely—too lonely. The game’s map was very short, so I only played for a couple of minutes until I stopped.

In the following days, I opted to do other activities. However, I always felt the urge to play that one game again. I relaunched the game, and to my surprise, the menu looked quite different. The font wasn’t the same and the buttons were switched. I found this very weird and suspicious. I played the same map anyway, and it started to look a bit longer. The layout looked familiar, until I realized it was exactly like the layout of our house.

I looked at the player list and discovered that someone was with me the whole time. I experienced goosebumps for the very first time in my life. I looked for the player wherever I could. Suddenly, I felt two hands grab my face through the screen and pull me into it. The desperate cries of sorry were all my ears could process at that time.

A glitchy pixelated text appeared right in front of my face:

THOU CANST NOT LEAVE.

It scared me the most when the text read that I will be trapped here in this place until I find another victim. Up until this time, I’m still struggling to get out of this screen. Maybe I’m trapped here until the next summer vacation, or maybe not—if and only if I meet you by chance in front of your computer screen.

Artwork by: Kayleigh Louise Uycoque

05/10/2023

Dearest teachers,

Words are not enough to express our gratitude for your efforts and dedication in assisting us as we reach new heights and achieve greater goals. We owe you our respect for imparting to us lifelong lessons that are useful in our everyday lives. All your sacrifices just for us to have a great future are highly appreciated!

HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY! 💚

Written by: Renzo Antoniño S. Juachon
Artwork by: Lauren Isabelle Ducay

15/08/2023

Your voice matters even how little it is!

Have the heart to serve the student body by spreading light, information, and respectful opinions, all the while bringing forth the Lasallian core values of faith, zeal for service, and communion in mission.

The Green Beacon sees great potential in you, so carry on with your passion in writing (news, stories, poems, etc.), taking pictures, or illustrating cartoons by joining our team.

Interested applicants from Grades 4 to 6 must sign up here: https://forms.gle/toSzTGHt6fQW3bj38

For queries, kindly send us a message via [email protected] or via our FB page Green Beacon.

11/08/2023

Good day, everyone!

The USLS-IS together with the ISSG and the Grade 3 Governor presents a Book Launch, Reading and Signing with our very own Grade 3 student, Precious Renee Berio Arcilla. She is the youngest Filipino published author in Amazon at 7 years old (October 2022) with her book, Greeny's Adventure and Other Stories.

We are asking for your support in this project wherein proceeds will all go Dr. Eda Arcilla.

Thank you so much in advance and hope you enjoy the book!

13/02/2023

Get your hearts ready as Cupid is just around the corner, seeking whom to strike with his powerful bow and arrow!

Don't forget to show your love to your partner, family, friends, and loved ones! The most common way is by giving flowers or writing a heartfelt letter. You may have all the time in this world to do this, but right now is the best time to make them feel loved and special!

Happy Valentine's Day, Lasallians!

Written by: Maria Ysabela F. Garcia and Jacob Tyler T. De la Cruz
Artwork by: Sophia Brianna M. Ong

30/11/2022

Come back to me
By Marie Rachael Antoinette O. Monfort

A woman was taking a ride home in an anonymous man’s car. As she watched the raindrops flowing down the car windows, they flew along her cheeks too. It sent chills down her and her driver's spine. It seemed as though they saw a light at the end of the road. He exited the car, believing it was the lord, a savior, a shard of hope.

But endless darkness filled the light in just the twinkling of an eye. And he disappeared! He was eaten by it. Fear-filled, the woman locked the door, closed her eyes, and hoped for the best to come.

She wakes up—although at home. Was it a dream? The fear suddenly left her body like the departure of a mother from their child. Am I safe? She was pondering through the day, trying to decide if it was likely a dream—or a nightmare.

“Was I saved?”
There was no one else there.
“Could it be that the monster saved me from another?”
What a weird thought.
What a nice outcome–or so we thought.

The same thoughts and questions lingered in and out of her mind. But it eventually slipped out when it did not happen again—

or she just never thought it would.

Years passed. She is old and frail, too weak to get up from the hospital bed.

She flinches as the lights start to flicker, shadows roaming the hospital halls. It seems like it is happening again—that uncanny encounter. But if this is the last, she wants to witness and experience what it is.

As she slowly gets up from the cot, everything disappears. She was left with one door appearing as the light she had seen down that road. She enters the room. Mirrors cover the walls, the ceiling, the floor—everything. And there it is, the indescribable darkness from her dreams moves toward her. She screams in pain and in disbelief, but no one seems to hear her. She collapsed.

And in a never-ending echo one can still hear whispers from that door.

“Cessair, come back to me.”

Artwork by: Nessia Jaslene Pecaoco

30/11/2022

Multo
By Gwenn L. Parroco

Whether meditating, calming down, praying, or sleeping, silence is a pleasure to most. Silence is like a warm fireplace on a freezing winter night. It is like those colors that fill a black-and-white painting.

The paper from my notebook seems to be running out as I jot down whatever sentence comes to mind. I sit on my wooden chair as the darkness slowly envelops the city.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, why can’t I just go outside?” I whispered to myself.

A candle is the only source of light. Its white wax melts away sorrowful misery. But as the gust of wind flies north, it extinguishes.

The soft curtains sway like a swing on a tree, giving chills to my bones. I slowly look back to check on my roommate—only to see a translucent woman floating on thin air.

My roommate screams, not in fear but with a certain feeling I can’t figure out. Pain fills his body, like he was being possessed. But it’s as if she looks like an angel to him. I’d say she’s an evil spirit waiting for revenge.

I follow my instinct to run away. With every step I take, horror pounds throughout my body, knowing that my once-called roommate is being possessed.

I’ve heard of these stories from the past. The multo–a Filipino spirit. It could be the spirit of your friends and family who died. It could be a demon, roaming around Philippine streets waiting in the corner for revenge.

We will never know.

But one thing’s for sure, not all creatures—living or dead—are always safe.

Artwork by: Beatrice Abigail H. Bibaoco

30/11/2022

Winter’s Scarf
By Eliona Roe S. Zaldarriaga

A mother and her daughter were walking home one late afternoon. As they passed by a store, a certain mannequin dressed in opulent winter attire captured the daughter’s attention. It was standing tall in a premium coat, lavish cashmere gloves, winter boots, and a crimson scarf.

The scarf—it was the first thing which caught her eye. She pleaded with her mother to buy her those, but she declined because they didn’t have enough money. In fact, her old winter clothes still fit.

‘‘Is it worth it, dearest?’’ Her mother asked.

She pleaded for a hundred times before her mother gave in. Unknowingly, it would be the last remembrance of her.

A few days later, her mother died. One thing was seen with her—the scarf they bought from that store. With just that, the case about her mother’s death was closed.

On the day of her funeral, it was snowfall. She wept to her mother until she felt her tear ducts drying out. She noticed the funeral flowers, they reeked of rotting corpses and sewage. The smell burned her nose so bad. She settled down with her nose in agony when she overheard a conversation. ‘‘Aunt values her life. Why would Aunt do that with no purpose?’’ A cousin said. ‘‘If so, perhaps someone, someone close, feigned Aunt’s death,’’ said another.

When the funeral was over, she was walking back home. Despite wearing a scarf, she suddenly felt ice cold. She adjusted her coat and scarf, but it did nothing. Immediately, she smelled the flowers again. But it was stronger than before. A combination of icy air, rotten corpses, and sewage—the sensation on her nose was just excruciating.

She looked down to realize crimson droplets dropping to the ground. Her nose was bleeding. She was beginning to hear someone singing, and the melody made her nauseous.

‘‘Hello, dearest,” a familiar voice was heard.

The daughter looked up to see a ghost. She took a step back but her boots sprained her ankles, dropping her to the ground. She tried crawling away, but she couldn't feel her feet anymore. Her coat wrapped her in a tight bear hug, and the scarf tightened on its own. She gasped in pain. The daughter tried to pull out the scarf, but it did the opposite.

And before everything went black, she heard one last thing.
“Was it worth it?”

Artwork by: Sophia Brianna M. Ong

21/11/2022

A new breed of campus journalists from the Green Beacon is here!

These young journalists are in a mission to keep alive the Lasallian spirit through their quality written articles and published works crafted with creativity.

Surely, they will remain committed to their service to the student body from this year forward. 📝💚

Written by: Christian Misola
Artwork by: Beatrice Abigail Bibaoco

31/10/2022

Here comes an academic break deserved by everyone!

It is a time to rest and recuperate away from schoolwork and other academic responsibilities.
It is a time to focus on oneself, do physical activities, and keep your body at top nutrition.
It is a great chance to relax and spend time with your family and friends.

Step out of your room away from gadgets and enjoy outdoor activities. A breathtaking sunset view that's pleasant to the eyes and the sea breeze that's relaxing to the mind are all worth it.

Lasallians, grab this opportunity to do what interests you the most!

Written By: Matthew Mikhail Clemente and Christian Misola
Artwork By: Nessia Jaslene Pecaoco and Eliona Roe Zaldarriaga

20/10/2022

The past years have been exhausting, but isn’t it the best time to let the city smile again?

Every October—when the city lights shine the brightest—Bacolod becomes a colorful paradise. Performers dance and bloom with joy while people from around the world gather to witness the festive life of the Bacolodnons.

Masskara might have been born by a spark of hardships and in the time of crisis, but with a little bit of hope left for the Bacolodnons, away goes the sadness and fear—being covered behind smiling masks.

Happy Masskara Festival, City of Smiles!

Written by:
Gwenn L. Parroco and Hector John M. Topacio

Artwork by:
Ethan Jacob D. Niere, Marie Rachael Antoinette O. Monfort, and Beatrice Abigail H. Bibaoco

05/10/2022

To our loving teachers, we want to thank you for everything you have taught us through the years. You have been making a great effort in giving us hope, helping us learn so many things, and providing us quality education.

You are always ready to give us a hand and lend us an ear whenever we feel scared to discover things. We are always grateful that you are our teachers.

Happy Teachers’ Day!

Written by: Jacob Tyler Dela Cruz & Jullo Luis Miraflor
Artwork by: Beatrice Abigail Bibaoco & Ysabela Garcia

12/09/2022

Do you have the heart to serve the student body through writing, taking pictures, illustrating cartoons, or contributing to the school's published materials?

If so, the Green Beacon needs you to complete the lineup and keep the publication running!

Join us in spreading light, information, and respectful opinions, all the while bringing forth the Lasallian core values of faith, zeal for service, and communion in mission.

Interested applicants from Grades 4 to 6 must sign up here: https://bit.ly/3xf3YuW

For queries, kindly send us a message via [email protected] or via our FB page Green Beacon.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡!

Artwork by: Beatrice Abigail H. Bibaoco

07/06/2022

We trod this publication journey in baby steps. The challenge was not easy, especially in this online setup, yet we did not let this hinder us from trying our best.

These baby steps showcased our creativity in some literary pieces published. Still, we hope to offer and explore more in our next endeavors in campus journalism.

Definitely, this is not the end but rather a start of a new beginning. We will carry on!

For now, the Green Beacon team of SY 2021-2022 is signing off.

07/06/2022

For the many times, you were idle and unproductive
For the many times, you almost gave up
The times when you can’t do anything but stare at a blank space
Then, your EUREKA moments!

Learning over the past years bore so many fruits even in the midst of idleness and unproductivity. Still, there are so many lessons to carry and share anywhere...anytime.

Here are glimpses of some Aha moments!

Revel and reminisce.

07/06/2022

The school year ended fast
But the memories will linger last
To those transitioning to the next level
Our warmest congratulations to you all!

Graphic by Lana Salvador