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“The Man in the Attic”

           I grew up in a home with a family of two. My mom being a single parent raised me and provided me a good education. I didn’t really know who is my dad. But there is a man who always talk to me, he say he lives at the attic. He introduced himself to me as my dad. Sometimes we talk about things especially when my mom is not around. He strictly told me that don’t tell my mother about him. But one evening my mother caught me talking to someone. She forced me to say who am I talking to. Getting scared from my mom sudden outburst, I had no choice but to tell it. After hearing everything, my mom said to pack my things, she also told me that don’t talk to anyone except to her.

             While packing my things my mom called me and shouted from downstairs. Upon hearing it. I leave my room and goes to the stairs, but before I step on the stairs. Another faint voice called me coming from the other room which is my mother’s room. I got confused and shivered in fear. Again the voice downstairs called me. Gathering all my strength. I chose to go downstairs, after 2 steps. The faint voice on my mom’s room called me, she was smiling like crazy and said  “ you chose to go downstairs though you are not certain which from the two of us is real”.

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“Ant-man with a Gun”

·         Each passing second matters, 

          Busy feet always wander. 

          Seeking the almost impossible, 

          Hoping that hope is still attainable. 

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           Sent to work within a heartbeat, 

           Willingly agreed to do it. 

          Giving help is the main priority, 

          Selfish thoughts are off quality. 

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          A non-existent day without sacrifices, 

          Scorching sun's their ultimate enemy. 

          Sooner or later danger's around the corner, 

          Waiting to throw itself and have them slaughter. 

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            Their tiny bodies are all they got, 

           Empowered with strong will that is a lot. 

           Add some hard work and perseverance, 

          They sure can win thousand battles up front. 

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          Hand in hand they'll march in line, 

          A single fear unseen in their eyes. 

         Taking pride for the bravery they've done, 

         Won't back down even if half of them are already gone. 

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“Legend of Marijuana”

Once upon a time, there is a girl who lives at the village of Yukumo. She lives with her mother.  Ka Maha is the mother of mary jane. Almost all the villagers didn't know that ka maha has a daughter. Mary jane was kept hidden from the sight of the villagers. Ka maha is afraid what would the villagers do to her daughter if they saw mary jane's skin. She has a very unique skin that pushed her mother to hide her existence. Ka maha always tells mary jane some stories from the village like what are the villagers do for their living?, why are the other children always noisy?, in short ka maha describes the outside world to mary jane by telling her a story. While mary jane is seating at the chair her mother calls out  to her that she will go to the market and will buy some vegetables to cook for their dinner. Before ka maha leave  she tells her daughter not to go outside because it is dangerous.

While mary jane is waiting she heard the laughter of the children who is playing outside, she then watch them from their window. Mary jane felt jealous and decided to go outside. She wrapped herself some fabric to hide her skin before going outside, because her mother always says that she should always avoid the sunlight. She goes out and hid herself from the children sight. While too busy watching the children plays she forgot about the time. Mary jane hurries to go home and deeply pray that her mother is still not home. He arrived home and did not saw her mother. Mary jane was so happy that she got to go outside.

After that day, mary jane sneaking outside repeats again and again. Until she wore a thin clothing, the sun rays got through from the fabric to her skin. The sun and her skin got contact. After the contact between her skin and the sun, begun to smoke. The children and the other villagers who are in the scene looks at her like she was some kind of candy. The smokes that is emitting from her body smells oddly addictive. She runs to her home and found her mother who is worried sick.

The villagers who smelled her marched toward their home like they're some kind of zombie hungry for smelling the smoke. Mary jane is so scared. Her mother explained to her about the situation, that her skin must never have in contact from the sun or else it will smoke. The smoke coming from her body can make someone's cause of addiction. The villagers can't get enough from the euphoria brought upon by the scent emanating from her that they decided to burn their house.

The following day, villagers were suffering from memory loss and was reeling from the euphoria when they realized that they, on their drunken stupor that they committed murder, visiting the scene of the crime they found a green plant protruding from the debree and they call it "Marijuana" in memoir of "Mary Jane".

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“It’s not an end, but an and”

       We were given a task to choose a certain punctuation mark that we think are closely related to our personality. I was quiet thrilled and at the same time confused in this activity. Thrilled because never in my life did I encounter using punctuation marks as something that represents me. And also, confused because a question suddenly popped into my mind, who am I? I’ve been asking the same thing ever since and now I needed answers not only because I have to pass this activity but also to know myself. Who am I to myself? Who am I to others? I do have a lots of question and I was about to consider using the question mark as something to represent me but another thought came. Are my questions really unanswerable? No, I don’t think so. I’ve been looking to a lot of punctuation marks all day hoping to find something that suits my personality until a certain punctuation mark caught my eyes, the semicolon. 

         To be honest, the first time I saw the semicolon, I thought it was really cool. Not to mention that it is use in arts. I’ve seen tattoos of it and learned that it means depression. Well, I’m not really a depressed person but the tattoo itself looks cool on everyone. Another plus points to my personality because I consider myself cool and awesome in my own way. Digging through more information about this cool mark, I learned that it is use to indicate a strong pause between two main clauses that is more pronounced than that indicated by a comma. I can now see its connection to me and to life. Now I know why it is a sign of a suicidal person. They don’t always see the bigger picture. They want to end everything and give up thinking that there’s no way out, that they won’t have a new beginning. For me, life is very tricky. It has all its twist and turns. But I am not like those who gives up easily, who would stop and then look back and then simply go back. I am a person who takes some rest and then move forward. I was raised to be competitive. Always on game to challenges. Not the typical giving-up type of person. There are times that I get tired of playing those games life set for me. Thoughts of stopping accompanied by doubts lowers my self-esteem. In short, I am my own hero and my own enemy. But I don’t stop, I always move on and conquer my fears. I always see the bigger picture. The “new clause” that my semicolon is intending to be appreciated. I could have ended it, but I dare not to. We can pause, just like we can take some rest. But we shouldn’t stop until we reach our goal, the new clause, the new chapter of our lives.

         In life, we always have an option. To stop or to keep going. But we should always choose the keep going part. Be like a semicolon. It indicates a strong pause in a sentence that separates sentences. Same as we should take rest in everything we do because we should know that ahead of us, is a new and bigger opportunity; so might as well take care of ourselves and live just the way we want it to be. With full of possibility and contentment. As someone who is always powered by a fighting soul, I hope that everyone would value life. That they won’t stop until they reach their dreams. We might not be perfect but as long as we keep on moving forward, taking some rest, and moving on again without hesitation, we would find true happiness.

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“The Peculiar”

My name is Kate, and I'm your classmate. I can do something, but not everything. I enjoy listening to music, but in playing instruments, I prefer being sick. So please bear with me, inspite for being imperfect me. I may dream as high as the mountain, but I believe it's something I can attain. Darkness will fade away, through the light, I will find my way. I hope it was that easy as it may seem, just as the lightning struck its beam. As days pass by, I looked up to the sky. Questioning eternity, through the use of my identity. "Is it you that's different, or maybe is it really me that's different?"