join the different organizations present in the Faculty. Unlike them, joining these groups did not catch my interest. I had this mindset that I do not need another burden since I have to endure balancing both my academics and my work to maintain my scholarship. Believe me, it was never easy.

Then one Friday morning, I bumped into a poster blaring with the text, “The
Flame Call for Applicants.” Right then and there, I decided to give it a shot. The first batch of initial examination was scheduled the
following Sunday. Half-heartedly, I took the exam.

Almost a month after, my name got in the list of neophytes for the publication. I was surprised for I did not even finish most of the items in the exam.

Two of us in our class became part of the
Flame. There were often cheers and teases whenever they discover that we were members of the publication.

I remember my first cover where I went to the taping of Richard Gutierrez’s
Asero near Marcos Highway to interview one of the icons in the field of production design, Sir Noel Flores. I can also recall how a certain folk singer ignored me in the National Museum after chasing her in her book launch just to get a one-on-one interview.

Despite the much interest and effort I gave in my first two years, the enthusiasm unfortunately began to flicker in me.

There were times when people would ask, “
Hindi pa ba kayo magre-release ng Flame? Once a year lang naman ang issues niyo, ‘di ba?

Admittedly, there was a certain phase in my stay where I lost interest and grew tired of writing for the
Flame. I was thinking, “Cover na naman, eh hindi naman napa-publish.” It was only in my third year when my interest in this publication came back. I was promoted news editor and it led to the revival of my lost enthusiasm for it.

It continued until now as I am down to my last year. The
Flame has been a witness to my life at the University. But as the cliché goes, “all good things come to an end.” This is the last issue for this academic year, and sadly, this will also be the last one that I will be a part of.

Let me take the chance to thank all the people who have helped me along the way. With a mushy line I say, you are the “flame” that lighted my darkest days.

To my mentors, Kuya Raydon, Ate Kristine, Ate Krzl, Ate Athena, Kuya Mark, and Ate Rose-An, this issue would not be possible if you did not continue the glory of this publication. We owe you a lot.

To my “thesis-mates”, I know you have been very, very considerate with all my affiliations, but I know we can do this. March is already nearing.

To the staff of the Varsitarian and the Journalese, I consider these two publications as my “mistresses” that came along after
Flame. But I do not regret anything because it is through them that I met some of the most awesome writers in UST.

To this Faculty, I may not be the brightest student in my class, but I will always claim with full pride that, “
Galing akong UST-AB!

To my
Flame family, especially to my Scenes “kids”, you are lucky to be part of one of the most prestigious publications in the University. If ever there is a time when you are losing hope in what you do, always remember the reason why you are persevering in the first place.

To my family, who is by my side all along, thank you for never failing to show support and love whenever I need it. All of these, I dedicate to you.

And to the big guy up there, God, “
salamat.” I say it in Filipino to express it more deeply. Nothing can express my sentiments any better than an excerpt from Paz Marquez-Benitez’s Dead Stars. It says, “So all these years—since when?— he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens.” Like dead stars, this endeavour may face its “death”, but its memories will shine the brightest forever.

In all honesty, I have dragged myself in writing this column piece. I even failed to meet the deadline because of too much thinking of what I wanted to impart to the present generation of Artlets students.

In my college life, I have realized that there are lessons we can learn deeply even if they are not intentionally taught to us: - There are professors who are really good with their craft, but cannot impart the knowledge to their students effectively.

- For writers, you cannot learn how to write by just earning a bachelor’s degree in journalism. You have to practice it.

- In order to survive the media industry, you always have to beat the deadline. Always remember that Athena is the goddess that symbolizes our Faculty. Being the deity of wisdom, she should always serve and maintain her purpose.

Grab every opportunity that studying offers. Do not waste any moment, and do not get out of school without gaining lifetime lessons that will aid you in your day-to-day existence. I thought of those advices as survival tips that might come in handy sometime soon. Well, fellow Artlets students, good luck!
YR 47 Issue 1 2011
This Just In        CAMILLE ANNE M. ARCILLA, Scenes Editor
A FRIEND once told me that in writing fiction, “death is the best subplot there is.” It sounds too tragic, but I must admit that I also find this remark applicable in real life.

Death, which is often associated with the end of all life forms, also connotes bidding farewell. When someone dies, that person says good bye to the world.

It may seem that I am exaggerating the circumstances but I perceive my despedida here in
Flame as an untimely “death” of our four-year relationship. This is because of the fact that joining the official student publication of the Faculty of Arts and Letters (Artlets) breathed life to my college writing career.

It was such a romance staying in the
Flame. Like a boymeets-girl relationship, everything that happened was unexpected.

During my   freshman  year, almost everyone in my year-level was eager to
Untimely death of a relationship
Year 47 |  Issue 3 |  2011
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