ALPAS COMICS / POETRY Volume 1, Issue 1, Aug 2019-Jan 2020 14 SELF DEFENSE Nowadays, there are a lot of cases of kidnapping in our country. It is important to have an idea Crizza Mae Anonical about different self defense techniques in order to protect ourselves from unpredictable occur- rences. Here are some tips and tricks that might help you. 1. 2. If an assailant approaches, Due to the dizziness you can slightly crouch and hit his chin. know hit the crotch of the attacker which is one of the It can cause slight dizziness to weak points in the body. the attacker. 3. 4. 5. You can also hit the back of the attacker. After hitting the back, you can now hit Lastly, if you accomplished the previous steps, It can weaken the assailant. his face using your knee. do the last blow and escape while the assailant is weak. Run as fast as you can and report it immediately to the authorities. IN CORREGIDOR MIDNIGHT RAIN Niccolo Rocamora Vitug Viggo Last field trip: Corregidor before The ceremony: waiting for the list How calm it feels Of those with passed requirements So silent yet so loud To march, waiting for the year levels Curious of what it conceals To be filled with girls. The old boys It eases our minds out Bastion after a hundred years Finally down with? Down with views So lovely and so addicting Of women-objects floating around Maybe its bad, maybe its good For taking, for leaving? In the end, we like the feeling Maybe its not bad if we should Habits to shed By the flow of water, the current: This midnight rain Things never go our way, never Where most of us pour out our pain Was there “our way,” living This midnight rain Is about living with who’s there: Where everything may be difficult to obtain Girls coming into our life, boys This midnight rain Losing the long-kept edges: Where all of our unsaid thoughts remain Joining and parting in waves And this midnight rain That sparkle when brought to light Where everything is left unexplained Outside ourselves. The mystery of this continues When the new None of us don’t know what to do Students come in, the students But the feelings are always loose I keep an eye on now, elsewhere And there is no exception nor excuse Forced to shed old arrangements: I, teacher, play my role hope pain It feels like I’ve felt this before Will not end up as trash, clutter I can’t recall but I have, for sure Eddied, floating into clogging The way that these winds blew Portions of shore: this is water I can tell that this is deja vu All around: bigger than me Bigger than us.