THE CORANGON PUBLICATION

THE CORANGON PUBLICATION The Official Student Publication of Tiwi Community College (TCC)

COMICS | Na'pa notaryo na yan siya.Illustrated by Ed Henry Competente
02/06/2026

COMICS | Na'pa notaryo na yan siya.

Illustrated by Ed Henry Competente

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!This month, we don’t just raise the rainbow flag—we serve absolute looks while doing it. From bold par...
01/06/2026

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

This month, we don’t just raise the rainbow flag—we serve absolute looks while doing it. From bold parades to meaningful conversations, pride is about owning who you are, loud and proud.

So whether you’re out there strutting in your fiercest outfit or quietly supporting from the sidelines, let’s make this Pride Month unforgettable. Serve face, spread love, uplift your community, and remind the world that we’re not just here—we’re thriving, glowing, and slaying every single day. Everyone slayed the way so let the rainbow takeover begin.

Words | Alyssa Bonete
Layout | Welbert Clavecillas

HAPPENING NOW: Enrollment for Incoming First-Year Students, 1st Semester A.Y. 2026–2027Tiwi Community College opens its ...
01/06/2026

HAPPENING NOW: Enrollment for Incoming First-Year Students, 1st Semester A.Y. 2026–2027

Tiwi Community College opens its doors to the incoming first-year students for the Academic Year 2026-2027 on June 1, 2026. The enrollment began at 8 a.m. where TCC freshmen gathered in front of the registrar's office to follow various steps in the process of their enrollment, beginning with their NSTP orientation located at the TCC-AVR. They will submit their requirements to the registrar where they will be given a form to fill out as they follow the other steps of the enrollment process.

For the enrollment, only 200 students will be accomodated per day. The enrollment will continue beginning on June 1 up until June 5.

Photos | Jamilla Consulta

Welcome, June! As the calendar turns to its sixth page, we welcome June—a reminder that we’ve reached the year's halfway...
31/05/2026

Welcome, June!

As the calendar turns to its sixth page, we welcome June—a reminder that we’ve reached the year's halfway mark. It’s a month that brings both a quiet sense of accomplishment and a loud nudge to reassess our path.

The earlier pages of 2026 are already filled with memories, and the middle chapters are unfolding with each passing day. We might think it’s too early to look back or too late to change course. But let’s not miss the chance to realign our goals and refocus on what truly matters.

For the academic community, June signals a season of fresh beginnings, enrollment, and continued growth. As classes prepare to open and new goals are set, it reminds us to carry the wisdom of yesterday into the possibilities of tomorrow. May this month bring new opportunities and meaningful moments for the entire community.

Let June remind us that it’s never too late to start, even when we’re halfway through the year. This half may be done, but the best is yet to come.

Words | Mark Fernan Borromeo
Illustration | Welbert Clavecillas

COMICS | How to unlock the impossible note by Janine Berdin. Illustrated by Ed Henry Competente
29/05/2026

COMICS | How to unlock the impossible note by Janine Berdin.

Illustrated by Ed Henry Competente

COMICS | KabisadoTo be known by someone really hits different, especially when they notice the little things about you w...
25/05/2026

COMICS | Kabisado

To be known by someone really hits different, especially when they notice the little things about you without you even saying a word. The way they remember your habits, your random moods, or the small things you like just makes you feel seen in a way that’s hard to explain. Sometimes, it’s not the big gestures that matter—it’s the simple moments that quietly tell you, ‘I know you.’

Caption | Sophia Combo
Illustration | Reinier Madrid

LITERARY | CardiganI used to think love arrived softly. Like rain on windows, like songs playing from another room, like...
23/05/2026

LITERARY | Cardigan

I used to think love arrived softly. Like rain on windows, like songs playing from another room, like a cardigan someone leaves on your shoulders when they notice you’re cold before you even say anything.

Then I met you.

You laughed like the world had never hurt you, and I hated how quickly i memorized everything about you. The way your voice changed when you got excited. The way your eyes stayed longer on the things you loved. The way I started looking for you in every crowded hallway, every notification sound, every ordinary day that suddenly felt important because you existed in it.

I fell in love quietly. The kind of love that doesn’t ask to be noticed because it already knows it will never be chosen.

And maybe I could’ve survived that if you loved someone else who was easier to compete with. A girl, maybe. Someone I could compare myself to and still pretend I had a chance. But no—you looked at another boy the way I looked at you. Like he was your home. Like he was the answer to questions you never said out loud.

I watched you become softer around him. Watched your smile turn real in ways it never did with me.

That was the cruelest part.

You never hurt me intentionally. You never lied. Never promised me anything. But somehow your honesty destroyed me more than lies ever could. Because how do I get angry at someone for loving sincerely? How do I hate you for being brave enough to follow your heart when mine is still bleeding quietly behind my ribs?

Sometimes I wonder if you know what it feels like to stand beside the person you love and realize you are invisible to them. To feel your chest ache while they talk about somebody else with stars in their eyes. To nod and smile while your heart is swallowing glass.

You asked me once why I always wear cardigans.

I almost told you the truth.

Because they remind me of you. Warm, comforting, impossible to throw away even when they no longer belong to me. I wear them like a memory I can’t stop touching. Like maybe if I wrap myself enough times in something soft, it’ll hurt less that you will never love me back.

But pain doesn’t disappear like that.

It stays.

In the silence after your name is mentioned. In the way I still look for you first in every room. In the terrible hope that maybe one day you’ll look at me the same way you look at him.

And maybe that’s the saddest thing about loving you.

Not that you love another boy. But that I would still choose you anyway, even knowing I will always come second to a feeling you never had for me at all.

✍︎ -Sn-
Art | Jonalyn Onrubia

LITERARY | Familiar StrangersI thought I was okay— that your name no longer livedin the quiet parts of my mind, that I h...
21/05/2026

LITERARY | Familiar Strangers

I thought I was okay— that your name no longer lived
in the quiet parts of my mind, that I had finally learned
how to exist without you.

I thought I had let you go.

But memories are cruel, they visit without warning, soft at first,
then all at once.
And suddenly, I am reminiscing about everything we used to be.

I told myself I was healing, but maybe I was only distracted.

Until I saw you again. Across the campus, just one glance and everything I tried to forget came rushing back. I wanted to walk besides you like nothing ever changed, like we weren't strangers wearing familiar faces. But instead, I stood there, trapped, like I was walking to a never ending hallway.

I remember how happy we were. How easy it felt to exist in the same moment.

And now— I see you smile again. And it’s beautiful.
It really is. Even if it’s no longer because of me.

✍︎ Iya
Art | Reinier Madrid

LITERARY | The silence between usIn the shadows of societal norms,We find ourselves lost and alone,Our love defined as a...
19/05/2026

LITERARY | The silence between us

In the shadows of societal norms,
We find ourselves lost and alone,
Our love defined as a sin by some,
Our hearts connected, our souls bound by love,
Yet our fates are confined.

Behind the walls of judgemental society,
There are secrets that cannot be said,
Whispers that cannot be free.
Secrets that are forbidden, secrets that are deemed sinful;
Yet, in the midst of these prohibitions,
Our love remains unshaken but also hidden.

The ache within me grows,
A longing that cannot be tamed;
For the love we share is deemed a sin,
A love that is not proclaimed.

As we watch others find love, find connection, find meaning,
While we are left on the outside,
Our love suppressed and leaning.
I yearn to be chosen, to be pursued,
To be loved with reckless abandon;
To be free to love without fear,
Without the weight of society's chains.

I wonder why we need to hide from the world's fire?
The flame that burns in silence,
A love that we cannot tire.
Our hearts burn with love,
A flame that sin never fades;
A love that is forbidden, not supposed to be, why we can't be free?

In this silent struggle,
We are trapped in a world that does not understand us;
Our love is a crime, a sin that cannot be confessed or planned.
We are forced to hide, to conceal our true selves;
And live a life that is not ours, a life that is not ourselves.

In the quiet nights, I kept asking myself,
Is our love something wrong?
To be fueled by guilt and shame
Between our hearts and societal lies,
Our love that we must deny?

His voice says it all: "I cannot fight for us," he whispers with tears.
"I am not strong enough, not brave enough yet."
"I am the one who lacks the courage to conquer fear."
It hits me hard, and that hurts more than I expected.

The pain of being forbidden cuts deep,
A wound that refuses to heal;
A love that is not allowed,
A love that is not supposed to be real.
A constant reminder of the love we cannot reveal.

But for now, we will hold on to hope,
A glimmer of light;
A chance that someday,
Our love will shine, and we will be free to love without fear.
Because "love doesn't need to be explained,
It just needs to be felt."
A truth that's simple, yet so hard to get.

And so, we live a life of quiet regret,
Haunted by the love we could never forget.
Maybe we were waiting for the right time,
Or maybe we thought time would wait for us.
Though the world may not accept us,
I find my way that every time i walk away, my heart always stayed.

✍︎ Mark
Art | Ed Henry Competente

LITERARY | Out of reachWhat a perfect world it could be for us—yet here I am, questioning if I even matter to you. Livin...
18/05/2026

LITERARY | Out of reach

What a perfect world it could be for us—yet here I am, questioning if I even matter to you. Living in this world isn't simple, especially when you're not by my side.

I try to pretend that i don’t care, but the truth betrays me. If only I could hold your hand, but even that feels like a sinful wish, a mistake I’m not allowed to make. So I whisper quiet prayers, asking God to make you mine, because everything reminds me of you every song, every letter, every little thing I see.

Why do you keep your distance? We’re like magnets that should meet, yet somehow never do—as if I’m the North Pole and you’re the South, forever out of reach. You’re moving forward on the road, and here I am trying to catch up, only to realize you’re already far ahead, leaving me behind like I was never someone important to you.

There’s something about you I can’t forget. It hurts, this quiet longing. I remember the grasp of your hand, how it would fit perfectly in mine. Your smile—I want to see it again. That gaze of yours, the one that almost melts me i keep replaying it in my mind.

I pray that somehow our paths will cross again, that one day we’ll meet in the same place, at the same moment, and this time, you’ll reach for me too.

When the sunlight hits, it only reminds me that it’s another day without you. Another plain, quiet, lonely day. I’ll wait for your message—hoping, wishing—but I’m too scared to make the first move. Still, I know I’d smile. No, I’d giggle, if your name appeared on my screen.

✍︎ -Sn-
Art | Ed Henry Competente

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