‘Throw’ Back: Trash Bins in SSA


Support the environment and Anthonians’ convenience today.

In a school setting, it is normal to produce trash or garbage as everyone uses disposable materials, regardless if it is in the form of paper, plastic, and the likes. This is where trashiness come in the scenario, where we throw our trash to avoid the accumulation of waste in different places and to promote cleanliness inside the school campus.
In our institution’s status quo, trash bins are can only be found on designated areas around the campus. Our group had seen this as a struggle and inconvenience for the students, as most of them would need to spend unnecessary time and effort to walk outside their classrooms just to throw a little amount of trash. Furthermore, the maintenance staffed have difficulty in collecting it because the trash overflows in the container, even before the end of classes. In line to this situation, our group would like to solve this ongoing problem by giving out the proposal to have trash bins in each classroom in the School of Saint Anthony.

By signing this petition, you will largely help the Anthonian community in reducing their class interruptions and classroom waste, as well as the world’s campaign to properly segregate garbages.

For more information regarding this petition with a purpose, feel free to contact us at: https://teladipinta.wordpress.com/contact/
Thank you very much!


I saw spectra

Prose, Writings

I woke up, and I found myself in a dream.

In my dream, I looked up to see the skies were smiling down at me, and the sun was shining brightly against my face. I felt the heat against my skin, and I tried to smile back. However, I did not understand why raindrops were falling from the clouds. and when a drop touched my forehead, only to trickle down, tens of them followed. I looked down and saw a puddle of water at my feet, reflecting the scene.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.


Treasured Memory – The Story of How I Died

Prose, Writings

I was born in a Christian family so every conversation or topic about God was mediocre to me. We go to church every Sundays and I get to memorize a verse each week to claim a prize the following mass/service; that was all religion to me– You do good so you won’t spend your life after death in the “lake of fire” aka hell.


Adventure With My Companion:

Cold wake, warm bed, and a soundly wake up bark in the morning. It’s that time in a day, in a week wherein I get up, and walk the dog. Do some jogging, and little puppy training. But this time, we were going to travel somewhere else. A far away place where my Dog was born. It was a fun road trip, and little car sick. As we arrive at his birthplace, both of us were excited to meet the mom of my pup. As we see her, we tried to greet her, but she was kind of aggressive against my dog. So, I thought that I shouldn’t let Mars (my dog) get close.

Instead of having a doggy reunion, I decided to just enjoy my day with my companion and have the best of fun. Take care of your companions.

-Liam Guerrero

Narratives, Prose, Writings

Drive of Pain

Narratives, Prose, Writings

“Have Courage and Be Kind.”

It was year 2014 when my world  collapsed  in front of my eyes. 

It was when I died.

I am a happy go lucky person and a carefree sense type of a girl. I don’t care so much on the things around me. I don’t care about what others think about me. I don’t overthink the things I know I shouldn’t but only in a flick of a finger, it all changed.

How to Overcome?

Narratives, Prose, Writings

“To have failed is to have striven, to have striven is to have grown.”

― Maltbie Davenport Babcock

Strong. Brave. Successful. Optimist. Powerful.  I never considered myself as these. I experienced waking up in 3 am, breaking down, crying myself to sleep because of the things people around me would never understand. I experienced  hiding in the bathroom, crying to myself so that no one will hear my wail. I experienced the ache of suppressing my tears in order to act normal in front of the people who hurt me. I experienced it all and I know, you do too.