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Seton Notes - South Seton Notes - South is the official student publication of Elizabeth Seton School - South.

๐’๐š ๐๐š๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐  ๐Š๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐  ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐š๐งby Jayvielynn Veronica S. SantosRead the published article here: ess.edu.ph/sa-pagit...
23/07/2024

๐’๐š ๐๐š๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐  ๐Š๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐  ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐š๐ง
by Jayvielynn Veronica S. Santos

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/sa-pagitan-ng-kalangitan-at-ng-buwan

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โ€œ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’๐’‚โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‚๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‚๐’š๐’โ€™๐’š ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’.โ€

Bakit nga ba na kahit siyaโ€™y hindi nakatingin saโ€™kin ay tila nakikita pa rin ng aking puso ang kanyang mga ngiti? Nais lamang nitoโ€™y sungkitin ang bawat tala sa kalangitan at ialay ito sa kanya.

โ€œ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’Š ๐’Œ๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’š๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐‘จ๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’•๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’. ๐‘จ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Ž๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‚๐’‚๐’“๐’Š ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’–๐’”๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’˜ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’š๐’Œ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’?โ€ aking tugon habang hinahawi ang buhok sa kanyang mukha.

โ€œ๐‘จ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Œ๐’, ๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’…๐’Š๐’Œ๐’•๐’‚โ€™๐’š ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’• ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ, ๐‘จ๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’‚.โ€ Tumingin siya nang malalim sa aking mga mata at nilapat ang aking palad sa kanyang sinapupunan.

โ€œ๐‘จ๐’Œ๐’โ€™๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’Ž๐’…๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’๐’ˆ โ€˜๐’…๐’Š ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’š๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’•๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’ ๐’”๐’‚โ€™๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’”๐’Š ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚.โ€

Hindi ko mawari kung ano ang aking madarama saโ€™king nalaman. Puno ng galak at pagdiriwang ang aking puso, pagkaโ€™t akoโ€™y isang Diyos na napaibig saโ€™king likha at magkakaroon ng bunga ang aming pagmamahalan. Ang kasiyahang ginanap ay isang pagtitipon upang mag-alay ang mga mortal sa aming mga diyos. Itoโ€™y idinaraos linggo-linggo upang magpasalamat sa mga biyayang dala at panalangin na aming sinagot. Ikinagagalak kong makita, at ng mga kapwa kong diyos at diyosa, ang pagdiriwang na ito kahit na ito pa ma'y para sa amin.

โ€œ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’˜๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’‘๐’‚๐’”, ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚. ๐‘บ๐’‚ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚.โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฒ๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘๐’Š๐’• ๐’Œ๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’‚. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’ƒ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’.โ€ Hindi mapigilang kumirot ng aking puso habang nakikita siyang nahihirapan.

โ€œ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚.โ€

โ€œ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚โ€ฆ๐‘ฏ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š ๐’ƒ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‚๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’ ๐’‘๐’‚?โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚, ๐’๐’‚๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’ ๐’Œ๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’” ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚. ๐‘ถ๐’“๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’‚ ๐’๐’Š๐’š๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’โ€™๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’–๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’Š๐’š๐’‚โ€™๐’š ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’…๐’–๐’Š๐’.โ€

Isang Diyos ng lahat na may kapangyarihang lumikha at magsalba, ngunit ngayoโ€™y maaari lamang sumulyap habang sinusundo ng kapwa diyos ang aking sinta. Nais ko mang ako mismo ang maghatid sa kanya ay may sari-sarili kaming mundoโ€™t tungkulin dito sa mundo ng mga mortal.

โ€œ๐‘ฏ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’, ๐’”๐’‚๐’…๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’–๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’š,โ€ sambit ni Dian Masalanta habang hinehele ang aking mga supling.

โ€œ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’๐’๐’ˆ โ€˜๐’…๐’Š ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’,โ€ aking sagot sa diyosa.

Dahan-dahan kong kinuha sa diyosa ng pagmamahalan at panganganak ang aming mga supling. Upang tiyakin ang kaligtasan ng aking mga anak ay dinala ko sila ๐ฌ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐  ๐ค๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ฐ๐š๐ง.

โ€œ๐‘ฒ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’š๐’‚โ€™๐’• ๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’•๐’ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’š๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’•๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’“๐’Š, ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’‚๐’˜ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’‘ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’˜๐’‚๐’; ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’, ๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’˜๐’‚ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ-๐’๐’Š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š; ๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’๐’‚, ๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’•๐’–๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’•. ๐‘ฒ๐’‚๐’š๐’โ€™๐’š ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’Š ๐’”๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Š๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’‚.โ€

โ€œ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•, ๐‘จ๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’‚, ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’–๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’š๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‘๐’ ๐’๐’Š ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’š๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’,โ€ mahinhing pasasalamat nina Tala at Hanan.

โ€œ๐‘ต๐’ˆ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’•, ๐‘จ๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’‚, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚โ€™๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’” ๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’Š๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’–๐’‰๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’?โ€ tanong ni Mayari.

โ€œ๐‘บ๐’Š ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’”๐’‚ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’š ๐’–๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š๐’โ€™๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’”๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’๐’–๐’‘๐’‚. ๐‘บ๐’Š ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’” ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ-๐’ƒ๐’–๐’‰๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’š ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’‘๐’‚ ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’‚ ๐’–๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’…๐’–๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’‰๐’‚๐’š ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’” ๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’”๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ-๐’‚๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’.โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‘๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’•๐’‚๐’‚๐’”, ๐‘จ๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’‚?โ€ pahabol na tanong ni Mayari.

โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’˜๐’‚ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’•๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ-๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’–๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’๐’‚โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’•๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’Ž๐’ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’˜๐’Š๐’. ๐‘ฏ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š ๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š ๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’•๐’˜๐’Š๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’. ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’. ๐‘ฐ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’” ๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’Š๐’š๐’๐’”๐’‚, ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Œ. ๐‘ฒ๐’‚๐’š๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’˜๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’š๐’ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’š๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’ˆ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’, ๐’”๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’‚ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’Š๐’š๐’‚โ€™๐’š ๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’–๐’ƒ๐’–๐’‰๐’‚๐’š ๐’‘๐’‚.โ€





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๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐ˆ๐ˆ: ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ‘As we prepare for another jam-packed academic year, we look back on the valuable ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐Ÿซฐ tha...
22/07/2024

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As we prepare for another jam-packed academic year, we look back on the valuable ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐Ÿซฐ that have occurred for Setonians within and outside the walls of the institution! This yearโ€™s ๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐š ๐๐ซ๐จ๐š๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ญ shows us the magic and mystique of each event that has become embedded in the ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ of Elizabeth Seton School - South. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ

Wander back into the ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ of ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ“… found within the writings of Setonโ€™s finest contributors in documenting outreach events, the school fair, inter-school competitions, โœ๏ธ capstone endeavors, sports events, and more! Seek tomorrowโ€™s adventures, and be inspired by the endeavors of the community to ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง, ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐, ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž, and ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž. ๐Ÿคฒ

With that, another enchanting and delightful chapter has ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐. ๐Ÿ May the journey of each and every Setonian continue to thrive ๐Ÿ’ก and add onto the foundation of the schoolโ€˜s pride and joy found in ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž, not perfection.๐ŸŒŸ





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๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐ˆ๐ˆ: ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ

By delving deep into the mystique of ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž, ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ A.Y. 2023-2024's theme of ๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐š: ๐…๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ŸŒฑ entails Seton Notes - Southโ€™s journey in venturing and showcasing the introspective realities of ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ and the ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ we live in through this yearโ€™s very own ๐Œ๐š๐ ๐š๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐ž, now dubbed the โ€œ๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐”๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐€๐‘๐„.โ€ โœจ

Exploring the world of ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ”ฎ where reality is woven into the magical depths of fantasy and vice versa, the ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌ โŒ› bound into this year's magazine publication seek ๐Ÿ”Ž to introduce and embrace ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ utilized as allegories to symbolize the ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ and ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ of today. ๐Ÿซ‚

Compiling the writings and illustrations of our esteemed organization's contributors, ๐Ÿ“š this ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ brings out the light that signifies and provides raw and ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ capturing themes of identity, culture, and life in this era of new journalism. ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธ





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Caption by Petrice Guevarra
Layout by Grazell Francia

๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐ˆ๐ˆ: ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐ŸAs yet another eventful school year reaches its ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ŸŽญ one canโ€™t help but cherish their ...
21/07/2024

๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐—๐ˆ๐ˆ: ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐จ. ๐Ÿ

As yet another eventful school year reaches its ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ŸŽญ one canโ€™t help but cherish their ๐š๐œ๐š๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐œ ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ and ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ, before they fade into merely a thing of the past. ๐Ÿฅ‡ Crafted with authentic journalism and exquisite storytelling, โœ๏ธ we invite you to reminisce on this yearโ€™s moments, encapsulated within the pages of the ๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐Ÿ“ฐ

Wandering into the ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ weโ€™ve built, this codex of tales guides us to a wider understanding of the world around us. ๐ŸŒ Featuring ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ-๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ™Œ and other ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ-๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐Ÿ’ญ this yearโ€™s rendition of our newsletter sparks the flame of ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž and ๐ณ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐Ÿ”ฅ in our gold and green pursuits. ๐Ÿ”ฐ

Take a moment to revisit our stride in emerging as ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ, and ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž-๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐Ÿ“– and in doing so, what better way than through the lens of Malikmata: Future Folklore? ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ





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Caption by Seth Plata
Layout by Sasha Bayaras, Ai Kato, and Sam Adarlo

โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’‚๐’˜๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’™.โ€ - ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฃOn this very day, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ, ๐Ÿ“… we celebr...
20/07/2024

โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’‚๐’˜๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’™.โ€ - ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ

On this very day, ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ, ๐Ÿ“… we celebrate one of the oldest and most well-known games still being popularly played until present time. Better check your calendars, for itโ€™s ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ! โ™Ÿ๏ธ

This admirable board game first originated in ๐ˆ๐ง๐๐ข๐š before it shared its pieces with Persia and after which, spread to southern Europe. ๐ŸŒ By the ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๐ญ๐ก ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ, it was formed into the version that we are accustomed to today and was ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ž๐ across the ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐›๐ž for centuries after. ๐ŸŒ

However, it wasnโ€™t until 1966 that ๐…๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ and ๐”๐๐„๐’๐‚๐Ž proposed the idea to dedicate a day to celebrate World Chess Day. ๐Ÿ’ก Despite all the worldwide love and support for this sport, it was only until ๐ƒ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— when the ๐”๐ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐€๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ officially recognized this day. ๐Ÿ“œ

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’†, ๐‘พ๐’๐’“๐’๐’… ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’๐’“๐’! Today marks the ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–๐ญ๐ก consecutive year of celebration for this spectacular event. As this history is unbeknownst to most people, it is exactly these changes and developments that makes chess as ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ŸŒŸ as it is. With that, what better way to celebrate this day than to play a good old fashioned game itself?

๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ค๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž! ๐Ÿ





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Caption by Andy Becina
Research by Aaron Baldejera
Layout by Yzzy Gache

๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐„๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญby Seth Andrei A. PlataRead the published article here: ess.edu.ph/before-eightโœจ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ...
10/07/2024

๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐„๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
by Seth Andrei A. Plata

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/before-eight

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๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐š๐ฒโ€”lugging your heavy backpack through the familiar hallways while dreading the long day thatโ€™s about to come. Whether it was the eight-to-four working hours or the endless pile of requirements, as with most students, school has burnt you out. However, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐.

The school environment was never really the greatest to youโ€”something about how people looked at you or how they talked made you feel unsettled. Itโ€™s the kind of feeling you would get if you were to encounter a creepy creature, except itโ€™s nothing but the regular academic scene. You canโ€™t quite put your finger on it; it just felt like there were ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ.

๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜๐˜†-๐—ณ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ.

Your watch tells you that thereโ€™s no time to think about why youโ€™d rather not be here. You cut through the bustling crowd and find yourself at the foot of the infamously tiring stairwell. As you begin your ascent, you look to your right and see a group of students talking amongst themselves. It was probably about something trivial, like what time they slept last night; however, you couldnโ€™t help but think that they could be talking about you. Whatever. You turn your head in the other direction only to witness the same ordeal. Whispers turned into murmurs, murmurs turned into chatter, and chatter turned into a loud, obnoxious ringing in your ears that you couldnโ€™t shake off. It becomes overwhelming, so much so that you try closing your eyes to drown it out.

๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€.

You open your eyes to all the students frozen in place, like time stopped around you. Their ears morphed to be elf-likeโ€”all the better to gossip with. Mouths that once chattered suddenly grew sharp with pointed fangs. It looks like theyโ€™re about to suck the life out of you, and it shakes you up. Naturally, you start runningโ€”not so much to make it in time but rather to get away from the noise. Lunging up the steps two at a time, you reach the fourth floor, turn the corner, and begin to pace the corridors.

๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ. ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ.

The chattering suddenly fades out, but the discomfort remains. You look into a classroom, only to be greeted by students blankly staring at you. Their eyes, wider than usual, with their pupils dilated, follow you as you walk down the hall. An eerie chime plays faintly in the background, reminding you that youโ€™re being watched. In the silence, each footstep you make echoes louder and reverberates more into the hallway. The students, still staring, look increasingly annoyed with every step that you take.

๐——๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—ง๐˜„๐—ผ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น.

The students rise from their seats and face the window in synchrony. Each one of them looks distorted and strange, from donning third eyes to spare limbs and uncanny faces. Yet somehow youโ€™re the ๐ฐ๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž, the one ๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’• ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•. They begin to chant in unison, as if telling you how to act. It doesnโ€™t make sense to you how these students could be something you feel the need to run away from but also fit in with.

๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—ง๐—ต๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.

Rain starts to pour. The students return to their seats after closing the windows, which start to mist up. Youโ€™re now alone in the corridor after everything youโ€™ve witnessed. This whole time, youโ€™ve been silently begging to be left alone, but somehow you now feel neglected. One by one, scribbles appear on the windowsโ€”unintelligible and incomprehensible, but reminding you of the supernatural events youโ€™ve seen today.

Youโ€™re at your witโ€™s end. What should have been a normal school day quickly became a hellish nightmare, tainted by the creatures that make you feel unwelcome. These monsters taunt and judge, and they can leave anyone feeling insecure about themselves. They hide amongst the regular hustle and bustle of the school grounds; ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’š๐’‘๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’”, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ.

And to think that all you wanted was to get to class.

๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜๐˜†-๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ.

Just in time. You let out a groan under your trembling breath. At this point, your body feels numb, and your vision is blurring. Every last bit of your energy goes into your final footsteps, but this doesnโ€™t matter to you. You were going to make it. After everything youโ€™ve encountered, all you want is to embrace the comfort of your air-conditioned room.

You open the mist-covered door of your classroom, only to find nothing. ๐‘ต๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’”, ๐’๐’ ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’†, ๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’•.

๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .

The watch strikes 8 in the evening. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ.





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Illustration by Mary Nueno

๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž: ๐€ ๐†๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐…๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ค ๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐by Marlayne Areeka R. EspirituRead the published article here: ess.edu.ph/blond...
10/07/2024

๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž: ๐€ ๐†๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐…๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ค ๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐
by Marlayne Areeka R. Espiritu

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/blonde-a-glimpse-into-frank-oceans-mind

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Alternatively spelled as Blond, Blonde is Frank Oceanโ€™s second studio album, released seven years ago in 2016. With seventeen emotion-provoking tracks, ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ง, ๐‘ญ๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐‘ถ๐’„๐’†๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡, ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ. The album has two versions: the physical and online versions, which both contain exclusive tracks. Four years after releasing his hit debut album, Channel Orange, he introduces an album full of intriguing and introspective lyricsโ€“Blonde, which includes more muted, intimate, and meditative tones than his previous releases. Despite being released several years ago, its songs are still popular among the youth, with emerging trends using Blondeโ€™s songs as the respective background music.

๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐›๐ฎ๐ฆ. It tells a complex story filled with an ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ. It has an intoxicating depth, outpouring with feelings and ideas. Oceanโ€™s transparency is shown as he shares his tale, which contains overlooked characters and unseen places. Throughout the album, the American singer-songwriter and rapper uses subjects like bleached hair and summer to exemplify youth and carelessness.

Seemingly, Blonde is a collection of ๐ฎ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ because of its unconventional writing. This feature is its strength; its ambiguity is one of its most notable characteristics that sets it apart from other releases. It contains interesting interludes, such as interview clips and answering machine messages, that make the album a lot more personal and special. Ocean intertwines themes of youth, loss, nostalgia, and self-discovery in the creation of this award-winning album.

Its opening track, โ€œ๐๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌโ€, features woozy tunes with a bizarre vocal effect. It is a critique of materialism and the seemingly luxurious possessions that wonโ€™t bring any joy. Undoubtedly, this is a perfect opener that introduces the clouded atmosphere that will reappear throughout the album.

โ€œ๐’๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅโ€ is Blondeโ€™s seventh track, a heartbreaking masterpiece centering on the gradual downfall of a relationship that started during the summer when both parties were immature. It contains nearly all of Blondeโ€™s themes, with an ethereal production and a vortex of sound and heartbreak. The line, โ€œYou cut your hair, but you used to live a blonded life,โ€ references the albumโ€™s title, signifying that his partner is maturing and leaving him in the past.

Blondeโ€™s centerpiece and most crucial song is โ€œ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ.โ€ It talks about Oceanโ€™s previous relationship and the challenges they faced. The song is divided into two parts, with a dramatic beat switch at 3:30, the halfway point of the song. The first part includes a heavy electric sound, while the second half is a melancholy and slow production. This beat switch reveals the halfway point of the album, connoting its duality.

โ€œ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐…๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ขโ€ is another significant song on the album. It symbolizes a relationship; White signifies genuineness and purity, while Ferrari embodies a rare and desired love, just like the luxury sports car. But like everything else, the relationship also comes to an end. The line, โ€œIโ€™m sure weโ€™re taller in another dimension,โ€ shows that in another time and place, their love would be more solid.

โ€œ๐†๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐,โ€ the 16th track of the album, is a nod to the Gospel and Oceanโ€™s childhood, with Bible references sung over the organ. He uses the word โ€œGodspeedโ€ to wish the people in his past good luck, showing that he will forever love those in his past.

The 17th and last track of the album, โ€œ๐…๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ž,โ€ is the perfect ending to the album. It is split into two sections, divided by silence; the first part is a lengthy rap, while the second is an old clip of an interview with Oceanโ€™s younger brother. It features wistful and dynamic lines that support the songโ€™s nostalgic mood. Its last line, โ€œHow far is a lightyear? / A second, a thousand years?โ€ figuratively asks the audience how far they have gone and how far they will go.

Undoubtedly, Ocean shows his exquisite talent through the lyrics, tunes, and vocals of Blonde. Its lyrics retell his life experiences, and when paired with Oceanโ€™s voice, it becomes a piece that connects and leaves a mark on its listener. ๐‘จ๐’” ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’„๐’–๐’• ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’”, ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐š ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฌ.





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Layout by Sam Adarlo

๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐‘ญ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ท๐‘ฐ-๐‘ฒ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘พ? ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญIsa sa mga kislap na tumulong sa ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ค๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Ÿ”ฅ ng apoy sa loob natin upang ipaglaban ang ating kala...
03/07/2024

๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐‘ญ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ท๐‘ฐ-๐‘ฒ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘พ? ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ

Isa sa mga kislap na tumulong sa ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ค๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐Ÿ”ฅ ng apoy sa loob natin upang ipaglaban ang ating kalayaan, ang ๐‹๐š ๐‹๐ข๐ ๐š ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐š, ay nabuo ngayong Hulyo 3, 1892. ๐Ÿค Itong ay itinatag ng ating pambansang bayani na si ๐‰๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ฅ sa Kalye Ilaya, Tondo.

Ito ay binuo upang magkaisa ang mga Pilipino, at para sa mga miyembro nito na ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง at ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ค๐ญ๐š๐ก๐š๐ง ang bawat isa. ๐Ÿซ‚ Bagama't ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐›๐š๐ง ang organisasyon sa pamahalaan noong panahong iyon, itinuring ng mga Kastila na ๐ฆ๐š๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ข๐› โš ๏ธ ito at inaresto si Rizal noong Hulyo 6, 1892, ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฐ lamang matapos ang paglikha ng La Liga Filipina. Makatapos ang isang linggo, ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง si Rizal mula Cebu papuntang Dapitan, upang mag-silbi ng apat na taon bilang isang ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ. โ›“๏ธ Mula ng araw na iyon, ang La Liga Filipina ay hindi na naging aktibo at ito ay ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐š ๐ง๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐š pagkatapos ng ilang linggo. โŒ›

Sa kabila ng maikling panahon ng samahan, ipinakita na ito ay nagkaroon ng ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ at maganda ang intensyon ng kanilang samahan sa ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐๐š ng Pilipinas. Ang La Liga Filipina ay isa sa mga ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  sa ating pagbuo ng ating bansa. โ˜€๏ธ





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Pananalita ni Audrey Benosa
Pananaliksik ni Erin Satsatin
Obra ni Ai Kato

๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐…๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ƒ๐ข๐ž ๐€๐ฅ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซby Juliana Colleen N. ConsorioRead the published article here: ess.edu.ph/birds...
28/06/2024

๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐…๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ƒ๐ข๐ž ๐€๐ฅ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ
by Juliana Colleen N. Consorio

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/birds-of-coveted-feathers-die-altogether

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๐’๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ฅ๐. ๐’๐จ๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ž. Though surmised to only be sought after by young men traversing for validation; funnily enough, their manliness ought to be found in the external force of a mythical creature; else, they quickly fall victim to emasculation.

I spend my quiet days in the confines of the woods. There, I flourish and lull each and every visitor to sleep. Anyone who dares to take the song away from my beak is doomed to its nature to disarm. Hidden in the cipher of my tune is, โ€œwait seven days to see the future, or lack thereof, that awaits you,โ€ as each listener turns into stone.

๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง, ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž? Held captive, I feel my powers drain behind each cold metal bar I am held against, with no regard to my will whatsoever. My protective measures have, once again, been wrongfully taken as a challenge by man. To empower others in their selfish pursuit as they sleep peacefully thinking that they have captured the most valuable piece in the puzzle. ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‡๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’”. ๐Œ๐ž.

Must I yield and say, โ€œ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’ˆ๐’†, ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Ž๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†,โ€ when deep inside, I question this identity they have forcefully anchored my claws on? Is this what I was born to be? The question runs through my mind. I am valued for what I can offer, but what then when the diamonds Iโ€™ve worked so hard to collect are undone into coal? Into peat? It is true that my healing prowess is rendered useless if it is not allowed the opportunity to display its capability; how I can only wish to disprove that to be a commodity is an inevitable part of any meaningful journey. ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ-๐Ÿ๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ.

I am happy to offer so much of myselfโ€”my song, my feathers, meโ€”as to ignite peopleโ€™s ventures as a catalyst is truly an honor. To serve as the titular character is truly an honor. To serve others. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ซ. But I can only make man so happy. How am I to measure the part of the spectrum where I offer myself enough to satisfy others without them taking it as an invitation to ask too much of me?

๐‘ถ๐’๐’๐’š ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’Š๐’”๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†.

๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ.

But alas, I am but a bird. A sentimental one. I am not to decide whether my species is foolish or not. My time in either cages or forests will come and go much quicker than man and its kingdoms of old. I can be of no good judge of the intricacies of the world when my only power of flight is easily barred by those who wish much more for themselvesโ€”for I only ever simply wish for my freedom and peace, and somehow, the world canโ€™t ever accept that small solicitation.

My coveted feathers and tunes must always serve as a stepping stone to the men that come and go, but let go of mankindโ€™s obsessive glasses tinted with assigned values on usefulness to see that oneโ€™s colors and prowess shine in the dimness, in the solitude of life. ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž. ๐‘ฌ๐’™๐’Š๐’”๐’•.





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Illustration by Mary Nueno

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž'๐ฌ ๐•๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐š๐ง๐œ๐žby Patricia Emmanuelle R. Bansil and Jillian Clarisse A. RamirezRead the published article here: ess...
28/06/2024

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž'๐ฌ ๐•๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž
by Patricia Emmanuelle R. Bansil and Jillian Clarisse A. Ramirez

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/the-muses-vengeance

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๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ. Light seems to linger upon her supple skin as if awash by watercolor. Her features are kind and delicate: skin pearly, yet flushed a sweet strawberry-pink, lips glistening, as a glimmer in her eyes betrays the dark almond encased within her oil-slick pupils. Her light, feathery brown hair reminds him of gold in the natural light. Her soft translucent night dress cascades seamlessly down her creamy shoulders, and his eyes are led to the loosely, tenderly held, beaded magenta rosary. He sits across from her, picturing what itโ€™d be like to capture her in this moment, to immortalize her in her most beautiful formโ€”๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’›๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’†๐’“.

He took hold of his wifeโ€™s small hands, and she dropped the rosary in response. โ€œ๐‘ป๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’ ๐’๐’–๐’„๐’Œ๐’š ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’‚?โ€ He mumbles earnestly as he rubs small circles with his thumb onto the soft plane of the back of her palm.

This draws out an affectionate giggle, one with a soft musicality akin to a small waterfall, from the lady.

โ€œ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’”!โ€ He insisted, chuckling through his words. โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’”๐’Œ ๐’‡๐’๐’“. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’”, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ƒ๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’Ž ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.โ€ She opens her mouth as if to say something, but a timid smile quickly engulfs it.

โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Š๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’”๐’–๐’‘๐’‘๐’๐’“๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’•. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’”, ๐’‡๐’‚๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’‡๐’–๐’, ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’, ๐’๐’๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‡๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’” ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Š๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’”, ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’‚. ๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–.โ€ At this, he takes a deep sigh. โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†.โ€

She drops his hand. โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’‚๐’.โ€ Her voice falls in a sing-song manner.

He begins to protest, but she puts a finger to his lips. She thinks, for a second, then she settles on a thought; โ€œ๐‘จ๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’”? ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’”๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’”, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’.โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’›๐’†๐’… ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’‡๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’Œ๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’” ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž, ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†.โ€

โ€œ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’”?โ€

โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’ ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’—๐’†๐’๐’—๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’๐’–๐’„๐’‰.โ€

โ€œ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“? ๐‘ซ๐’ ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’†, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•?โ€ She urged on, a playfulness undercutting her previously demure tone.

โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’š, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†?โ€

He poses now, erecting himself as if all conviction in his chest could collapse in on himself had he not stood. โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ-๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’”; ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’“ ๐’”๐’ ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’๐’š. ๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’–๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’†, ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’”๐’“๐’–๐’‘๐’• ๐‘ฎ๐’๐’…โ€™๐’” ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’Œ?โ€

The woman smiles at this, so vapidly, however, that it disconcerts the gentleman. โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’•, ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†, ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’„๐’†๐’…?โ€

She gave a momentโ€™s thought, altering the idyllic air that surrounded the space between them with an ambled expression; the rest of her face told a different story than the curves on her lips. โ€œ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“,โ€ she repeated. โ€œ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’†๐’๐’”๐’†?โ€

Confused, he takes a step towards his wife. โ€œ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š? ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’Š๐’…๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’†โ€ฆโ€

โ€œ๐‘ต๐’.โ€ Giggling at this, she perked up, her meekness dispelling as quickly as the fabric of her dress slipping away on the curves of her hips. With such a tender finger she presses on his chest, she points. โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’Š๐’….โ€

The man opens his mouth but is interrupted by his wifeโ€™s voice, โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’๐’–๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’•, ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’‚๐’? ๐‘ซ๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž, ๐’•๐’๐’?โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’Š๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž? ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’…๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’….โ€

โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’Š๐’…! ๐‘ซ๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’“๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“?โ€ She forces his hand on the back of her head and he pulls back when he feels that it was wet. ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐. It was all that tainted his hand. โ€œ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’Š๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†?โ€ She demands.

โ€œ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’๐’† ๐’๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–,โ€ he defends.

โ€œ๐‘ป๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’•๐’‰, ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’‚๐’!โ€ With a violent edge to her voice, she seethes, โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’šโ€™๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚๐’”๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ! ๐‘ป๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’•๐’‰!โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•โ€”โ€œ

โ€œ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’† ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•! ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’๐’โ€™๐’•โ€”๐’๐’๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‘๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’†.โ€ She yells now and continues, โ€œ๐‘ท๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’†๐’๐’†๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’Œ๐’”, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–โ€™๐’—๐’† ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’… ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’†, ๐‘ณ๐’–๐’๐’‚; ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’•๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’„๐’š. ๐‘ฐโ€™๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’”.โ€

โ€œ๐‘ฒ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’†๐’•! ๐‘ฐ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’…๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’š ๐’Ž๐’†!โ€ He screams at her as he holds a gun (๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž?) to her head.

โ€œ๐‘ถ๐’‰, ๐‘ฑ๐’–๐’‚๐’โ€ she laughs. โ€œ๐‘พ๐’†โ€™๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’…๐’๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚๐’„๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’†, ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†.โ€ Her movements wilt as she stills inside the rectangular frame, posing the same way he had found her earlier, rosary in hand. The painting hung on the wall motionless, innocently staring back at him.

Juan looks back, the scene behind him imbuing him with such electrifying astonishment, as if it wasnโ€™t his hand that was numbing from beating down the door moments prior, as if he didnโ€™t know he had two less bullets in the gunโ€™s canister.

His wife and mother-in-law were slumped on the ground, ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐ฌ. His son, Andre, was miraculously unscathed in the limp embrace of his mother.

For a few moments, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, all four of them suspended in the scene as if ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, and ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ.





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Illustration by Grazell Francia

๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ "๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐’๐ž๐š"by Petrice Angeli A. GuevarraRead the published artic...
23/06/2024

๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ "๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐’๐ž๐š"
by Petrice Angeli A. Guevarra

Read the published article here: ess.edu.ph/book-review-the-burning-secrets-of-the-house-in-the-cerulean-sea

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โ€œ๐€ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก.โ€

Authored by TJ Klune and published in March 2020, the YA fantasy novel The House in the Cerulean Sea is a New York Times and USA Today Bestsellerโ€”notable for its lovable cast of characters, positive q***r representation, and lesson-acquainted chapters readers of all ages would cherish and bottle up in their hearts. There are apt comparisons to renowned media such as The Umbrella Academy and Ms. Peregrineโ€™s Home for Peculiar Children, but The House in the Cerulean Sea ventures into a realm of quirkiness and found family alike, uniquely located in the isolated Marsyas Island Orphanageโ€”a place run by Arthur Parnassus and Zoe Chapelwhite and a home to six magical youth.

Being a slow-burn novel that wonderfully progresses into a picture-perfect ending, the first chapters revolve around Linus Baker, a caseworker from the Department in Charge of Magical Youth. Situated in a world inhabited by both magical and non-magical beings, the populace lives not in complete harmony but in dismantled unity in the face of prejudice against the โ€œextraordinary.โ€ Linus visits orphanages for magical youth, conducts investigations to determine whether or not said orphanages are running smoothly, and ensures that the well-being of the children is prioritized. Additionally, he is introduced as a strictly rule-following, objective, and thorough caseworker, leading a solitary and quiet life in the city with his cat and oldies music. In the novel, even the most minute details, such as the photo of a beach and ocean with the legend, โ€œ๐‘ซ๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’Š๐’”๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†?โ€ in his work area, and the โ€œ๐‘บ๐’†๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’”๐’‚๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆโ€ slogan all around the city act as imperative foreshadowing elements and plot-building tools in the most unexpected ways as the readers traverse through the events on Marsyas Island with Kluneโ€™s masterful storytelling abilities. As Linus is chosen by the Extremely Upper Management for a top-secret assignment in an isolated island orphanage occupied by โ€œdangerousโ€ magical youth, he is then faced with the realization that what heโ€™s about to put himself into will undoubtedly defy oneโ€™s imaginationโ€”โ€Donโ€™t you wish you were here?โ€ playing in his mind as he panics about whatโ€™s to come and wishes to just remain in his comfort bubble.

In the following chapters, the readers are introduced to the magical youth: ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐š, a grumpy gnome; ๐๐ก๐ž๐ž, a forest sprite; ๐“๐ก๐ž๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ž, a wyvern; ๐’๐š๐ฅ, a 14-year-old boy who can morph into a pomeranian; ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฒ, a blob with unknown parentage; and ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ, or โ€œ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ฒ,โ€ who is quite literally the son of Satan and whom the readers get to know better later on as events unravel how he is much more than what he is painted as. Completing the cast are ๐€๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ, the charming master of the orphanage with mysterious lineage, and ๐™๐จ๐ž ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž, a forest sprite and the caretaker of the island. The petrification Linus felt at the beginning of the novel smoothly progresses into adoration as he spends more time with the children, and Kluneโ€™s creative writing played a role in easily tugging at the heartstrings of the readers as well.

One occurrence in the narrative that leaves a lasting impression was when shy and guarded Sal, who had a difficult time opening up to Linus at first due to experiences in previous orphanages, read a poem he wrote during one of their classes called โ€œExpressing Yourself.โ€ โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‘๐’‚๐’‘๐’†๐’“. ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’. ๐‘ฐ ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’–๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’”๐’† ๐’”๐’„๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’šโ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’ ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’. ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‘๐’‚๐’‘๐’†๐’“, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†.โ€ These lines simply tell the readers that every person in this world has the commonality of having their own story to tell, with none being quite the same as the others. Another significant detail worth tackling is Lucyโ€™s characterโ€”of whom non-magical beings, including Linus, already had a preconceived notion about considering his birthright. And whether one believes it or not, readers will surely end up adoring the six-year-old boy by the end of the novel. The book sends a message that what molds people into the individuals they are today is not because of their origin but because of what they decide on and choose to do in life, as there is still so much in between black and white that canโ€™t be boiled down simply to just these two colors.

When the children of the orphanage traveled to Marsyas Island for a trip, everything had been going smoothly until a worker in the ice cream parlor refused to give service as he used โ€œSee something, say somethingโ€ against them. The same slogan was also utilized when the villagers sent planks of wood across the ocean to the orphanage with hate speech written upon them, and as they gathered at the shore of the mainland in protest, holding out placards of โ€œI saw something, I am saying something.โ€ This mantra was then confronted by Linus as he sent in his final report to the Extremely Upper Management, speaking out about prejudice against magical beings and how being taught to โ€œSee something, say somethingโ€ inspires hatred. During those moments in the city, Linus wanted nothing more than to go โ€œhomeโ€โ€”back to Marsyas Islandโ€”โ€Donโ€™t you wish you were here?โ€ echoing in the back of his mind, contrary to how he always thought about it when he first set foot on the island, wanting to go back to the confines of his home in the city. Both slogans certainly supported the development of the plot, another display of Kluneโ€™s brilliant writing, as he showed how these statements later on became a powerful tool in enriching symbolism and teaching yet another valuable lessonโ€”๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐›๐ฎ๐›๐›๐ฅ๐ž.

The House in the Cerulean Sea ends with Linus thinking, โ€œ๐‘บ๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†๐’”, ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’†๐’“๐’–๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’†๐’…. ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’„๐’Œ๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’“๐’•, ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ.โ€ Indeed, belongingness and family can be found in the most unexpected places at the most unexpected times. On the surface, this novel is definitely a feel-good victory and something you shouldnโ€™t miss out on, but in the end, readers learn that itโ€™s so much more than breezy and peculiar, proven true with the cast of characters and morals that are bound to give you profound perspectives about life. ๐–๐š๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ โ€”๐’ƒ๐’–๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ.





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