Friday, January 28

Perspectives

Static

Static

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I REMEMBER it clearly—it was a Saturday and I was wearing my Type-B uniform. As I approached the water fountain, I came across my block mate who immediately noticed my shirt. “Buti ka pa may Type-B na,” she said. Puzzled, I replied, “Hala bakit kayo wala pa rin?” While walking back to our room, it bothered me that some of my block mates are yet to receive their Type-B uniforms even until now that we are already in third year. As far as I can remember, we placed our orders when we were on the second term of our freshman year. Two years later, the Type-B uniforms are still nowhere to be found for some Artlets. In a September 2015 report by the Flame, data showed that out of the total 8,648 Type-B uniforms ordered, there are some 1,197 left undistributed to the first, second, and third
RePRESSed

RePRESSed

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TO SILENCE the campus press is to silence the student body. Last month, the Philippine Collegian, the student publication of the University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, sought the help of the publications in the University of Santo Tomas (UST) to uphold campus press freedom following the attacks against campus press in the recent days. The Philippine Collegian was prohibited from printing its first issue for this academic year due to UP’s complicated procurement process. Meanwhile, there are plans to dismantle the college publications in the Polytechnic University of the Philippines and replace them with a centralized publication. Data from the College Editors Guild of the Philippines showed that there were more than 800 cases of campus press freedom violations from 2010 to 20
Getting Away With Catcalling

Getting Away With Catcalling

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AFTER VISITING my dog at the hospital, I had to rush to UST for a 3 p.m. meeting. I chose to board an FX going to Morayta and sat beside the driver because what could go wrong with having fewer seats to fill and decent air conditioning? Apparently, a lot. The driver, who introduced himself as “Jason,” decided to forcibly dig deep into my personal life, had the guts to ask my number and warn me that he’d be waiting for me along Quezon Avenue and be “more than happy” to have me as his passenger again. I could only nod and smile and by the time I got off at P. Noval, I was shaking. This is the type of harassment that haunts me every day, even when all I want to do is get to my destination and walk the streets with nothing to worry about. And when I was about to go to bed and I saw
Some Flavors Turn Sour

Some Flavors Turn Sour

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MOCHA WAS a pretty good flavor—not until it manifested itself as something so distasteful. In case you are wondering, this is not about food or satiating the taste buds. In fact, this is about satisfying a deeper hunger that is of the intellect. However, in order to address this in a manner in which I will not stoop down to the level I am about to lambast in this piece, I must grapple for words with just the right amount of disdain hoping that my criticism would not look too catty. So here goes. During the previous elections, Filipino netizens were all about politics—the debates, election violence, the candidates’ pronouncements, witty jingles and the memes that went viral—in an outright showcase of democratic engagement powered by social media. With the immense popularity a
A Recuperating ABSC From Lazo and Avila (And Quitoy)

A Recuperating ABSC From Lazo and Avila (And Quitoy)

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STRUCK BY controversies and distrust, the Faculty of Arts and Letters Student Council (ABSC) is taking light but bold steps in regaining the Artlets’ trust. Those plaguing issues did not fall on deaf ears, but generated much interest among Artlets—as the supermajority is still walking on eggshells. The trust shattered into pieces when P 50,000-worth of Artlet activity funds went missing under the watch of then-council Treasurer Julienne Avila and then-council President Marie Jann Klaire Lazo. The ax fell against the two officers who were held guilty of gross negligence of duties, and as consequence, did not receive their certificates of good moral character and were not given the reimbursement for the cash advance they paid to cover the lost fund. Avila also served 50 hours of commun
Same Old

Same Old

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DURING THE first week of our classes, my block was not able to meet our professor in Ethics because the room assigned for that period was occupied by another class. In the second week, we were not able to meet our professor again because of the same reason. It was only in the third week that we finally had our first meeting and had secured a classroom in the St. Raymund de Peñafort Building for that subject. Fortunately, it was a productive meeting for everyone and we made up for lost time. However, come the fourth week, our class president announced that our classes in Ethics would be held at the Tan Yan Kee Student Center for the rest of the semester. This scenario has become a usual thing in the Faculty of Arts and Letters (AB) and is just one of the many grimacing moments t
The Crumbling of the Fourth Estate

The Crumbling of the Fourth Estate

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IT IS a thankless job. During the first 100 days of our president, his press conferences became a “culture shock” of some sort to the media. His way of speaking, sprinkled with colorful expletives, landed the headlines of every news entity. Meanwhile, as his avid supporters cried foul as they threw around words like “biased” or “bayaran,” some took into consideration the issue at hand—even explaining the difference of the culture that our president is used to, that his words should not be taken literally; while the rest resorted to attacking the character of the media instead. It had gotten worse when the president himself decided not to entertain Manila-based reporters anymore. He explained that some reporters sensationalize their stories to be able to sell them to readers, thus
Handang Lumaban

Handang Lumaban

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Editor’s Note: In line with the 44th anniversary of the declaration of Proclamation 1081 as the law of the land, the Flame will post a series of articles written by the publication’s former staffers during the Martial Law period. The Flame, being one of the student publications who continued its fearless reportage during those tumultuous times, believes that we—both the young and the old—should never turn a blind eye and forget the atrocities and plunders during Martial Law. It is our duty as members of the press to enlighten the Filipinos about that dark period in the country’s history. (This article was originally published in The Flame Vol. 13, No. 1 issue) SUMIBOL ANG binhi ng aktibismo noong 1970 na naging dahilan ng pagdedeklara ng “Martial Law” sa ating bansa. Dito n
The Language of Protest

The Language of Protest

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Editor's Note: In line with the 44th anniversary of the declaration of Proclamation 1081 as the law of the land, the Flame will post a series of articles written by the publication's former staffers during the Martial Law period. The Flame, being one of the student publications who continued its fearless reportage during those tumultuous times, believes that we—both the young and the old—should never turn a blind eye and forget the atrocities and plunders during Martial Law. It is our duty as members of the press to enlighten the Filipinos about that dark period in the country's history. (This editorial was originally published in The Flame Vol. 11, No. 1 issue) RECENT TRENDS show that the populace has finally been jolted into realizing the harsh realities that beset them.
For Now, My Watch Has Ended

For Now, My Watch Has Ended

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I REMEMBER how uncertain my purpose was when I first entered the halls of St. Raymund’s Bldg. wearing my white polo barong and black trousers. Besides, during that time, I was only thinking of how bad the consequence of my fickleness would be. When people ask me why I chose Behavioral Science (BES) as my second choice, I always tell them that my only reason was that the degree just sounded good to my ears. I only realized that I did not want to enroll in BES when the results came out. I wanted to escape—yes, I tried deferring my enrollment in AB and transferring to Chemical Engineering—but to no avail. University of Santo Tomas offers the best campus life, I must say. Still, my first few months in AB, more so the succeeding years, were marked with dissatisfaction. Mediocre lectures and