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On its 85th year, the Philippine Collegian looks back at eight decades of headlines that saw print on its pages & sent ripples within and outside the university.
 
3 Dec 1982
FOR FOURTH TIME THIS YEAR
22 Political detainees go on indefinite protest fast demanding immediate release
Twenty-two political detainees at Camp Bagong Diwa (Bicutan) began an indefinite protest fast last Monday to dramatize their demands for their, and roughly 50 others’, immediate release.
 
 
 
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Pagpupunyagi nina Karen at Sherlyn

‘Sherlyn’s escorts during visit are soldiers’

‘Admin-favored’ former UPOU chancellor wins FR search

Court junks fratman’s bid to stop hearing on Mendez’s death

Panukalang UP Charter, dinidinig na sa Senado

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Sounds of Subversion: Review of “Ala sa Bayan” by Arkipelago Productions
Maling Akala
Lathalain
RePRESSions: probing campus publications
under pressure

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A(d)VERTisements

Nika E. Aguilar
Philippine Collegian
Last updated December 3rd, 2007

My father flips channels every time a show goes into a commercial break, searching for a station that does not, as he puts it, exploit viewers with overly long advertisements. We have the right not to be fed so much crap, he would mumble to himself.

Yet he compulsively buys crap that advertisements sell. Thanks to Home TV Shopping and ads promoting the organic lifestyle, he now has an overpriced plastic foldable table, bottles of virgin coconut oil, various pills and herbal supplements for all kinds of sicknesses (psychosomatic or not), new ailments that he had never before considered as ailments, and new habits.

He, of course, is by no means an isolated case. We complain and yet we watch and digest what are fed to us through our television screens. We are convinced that we all have dandruff and therefore must use special shampoo. We are told that even the young are already prone to signs of aging. We know all the delivery hotlines of all the big fast food chains. We have memorized all the words to the jingles used in TV ads, starting from way back when we were little. We reminisce our childhood by recalling shows we religiously watched as we were growing up.

It is not surprising, then, that television is used to sell not only products but ideas, or more specifically, to sell ideas of contentment. Corporations that hold a monopoly over basic services tell us that they are doing a good job. ‘Ordinary’ people talk about how their lives have improved and how they have prospered. Like all advertisements, these are tributes to themselves, made to convince viewers that they are satisfied with what exists and with what is being done for them. And as in all advertisements, truths are stretched, exaggerated, and manipulated. The same products are being sold, albeit in more attractive packaging.

These kinds of advertisements convey an irony: if indeed we are content; if we are being provided good and fairly priced services and if we are experiencing progress and prosperity, why then do we need to be told about them? The time of airing reveals their true purpose: ads praising Meralco and NLEX, for example, were shown during the time that they were enforcing price hikes. The ad claiming that ordinary Filipinos are experiencing prosperity was aired after the government’s claim that the economy is improving was met with much dubiousness.

This charade is not limited to advertisements, nor to television for that matter. We are sold and force-fed manipulated truths all the time. Crucial details are omitted. If we were to believe only what state-sponsored infomercials, press releases, and news programs in government-owned stations allow us to know, then our economy is soaring, corruption in our country is a myth, political killings do not occur, all so-called acts of terror are done by rebel groups, poverty and unemployment have been alleviated. We thus live amidst strange coincidences; numerous disappearances are not in any way linked to the government, witnesses, testimonies, and hard evidence against the military do not exist, explosions are mere accidents that coincidentally divert the public’s attention from growing hostility towards the government, groups calling for an ouster form a mere minority.

Satisfaction has itself become a commodity we are expected to consume. Skepticism has therefore become essential – there is always a catch; important details are always left out.

It has become insulting how we are expected to buy such absurdities. We are told what to know and how to feel, yet force-fed lies and half-truths are always hard to swallow. Perhaps we need merely to remember that we are the ones holding the remote control.

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Kina Sir Nic at Rene
Candice Anne L. Reyes
Philippine Collegian
Last updated December 3rd, 2007

Tahimik ang department nang dumating ako kanina. Totoo nga ang balita—dalawa sa mga pinagpipitaganang propesor ng Departamento ng Filipino at Panitikan ng Pilipinas ang pumanaw nitong Miyerkules lamang. Ilang oras lang ang pagitan. Si Ser Monico Atienza, naging guro ko noon sa Araling Pilipino, ay isang taong na-coma dahil sa stroke kaya’t hindi na rin nakapagturo muli. Hindi ko na rin nahabol ang incomplete ko sa subject niya. Si Ser Rene Villanueva, naging guro ko sa pagsulat ng dula, isa sa mga kinatatakutang guro, ilang beses na ring inatake sa puso sa loob ng ilang taon. Ngunit hindi ang paraan ng pagkamatay ang kanilang iniiwan at hindi iyon ang mahalagang matandaan.

Hindi man ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataong makilala sila lagpas sa pagiging guro, naging malapit din sila sa puso ko bilang isang estudyante. Natatandaan ko ang namamaos na boses at ang mga mannerism ni Ser Nic tuwing siya ay nagtuturo. Mainitin ang ulo niya kung minsan, pero hindi ko matandaang nagsalita siya nang walang katuturan. Natatandaan ko kung gaano katalas ang kanyang paninindigan, kung paano niya ipinaliliwanag at inilalapit sa klase ang pagiging makabayan at mga pinakakumplikadong usapin. Hindi siya nabigo na itungo ang kanyang pagtuturo sa pagpapalawak ng kamalayan ng mga estudyante. Isang kamalayang mapagpalaya at hindi nakukupot sa mga teoryang natututuhan sa akademya. At paano malilimutan ang sigla ng kanyang pagkilos mula noong kanyang kabataan hanggang siya’y tumanda na?

Natatandaan ko kung paanong magdisiplina si Ser Rene sa klase. Takot ang marami sa kanya dahil sa pagiging prangka niya. Ngunit mabait naman daw siya kapag galing sa sakit. Nang mabasa ko ang Personal, isa sa mga koleksyon niya ng mga sanaysay tungkol sa kanyang buhay, nasilip ko ang ilang bahagi ng kanyang sarili bilang isang anak, simpleng tao at manunulat. Puno ng inspirasyon at pagmamahal sa pagsulat ang mga akdang iyon. Siya rin ang isa sa mga nagpasimula ng pambatang programang Batibot na tumatak sa utak ng maraming manonood. Ipinagpatuloy rin niya ang pagsusulat ng mga kuwentong pambata na pinasisimple ang mga paksain na hindi lumalayo sa mga tunay na usapin sa lipunan.

Pambihira ang pagkawala ng dalawang magiting na guro sa isang departamento sa loob lamang ng isang araw. Alam man ng halos lahat ng nasa department ang kanilang karamdaman, magkahalong pagkabigla at pagkalungkot pa rin ang bumalot sa mga estudyante at guro noong araw na iyon. Sa kabila nito, mas nananaig ang pagpupugay kina Ser Nic at Ser Rene. Magkaiba man ang kanilang larangan, buong-giting silang nakapag-ambag sa panitikan, wika at lipunan bilang mga guro. Sa kanilang pagpanaw, hindi sila tunay na namatay pagkat ang kanilang mga iniwang inspirasyon at aral ay mananatiling buhay.

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