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The attack

September Eleventh Two Thousand and One The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun. The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud As God and Freedom were singing out loud. Native New Yorkers were starting to enter The Twin Towers called The World Trade Center. They went to their office and they worked with pride On this day when a part of America died. The people of Boston were also at work Responsibilities they never would shirk. The traffic was brutal as it is every morn, But each day they brave it for the show must go on. Now Downtown was open, Logan Airport was too As people boarded their flights they had not a clue Terrorists were sitting right there by their side On this day when a part of America died. Now at 8:46, the whole world was in shock When there was an explosion that shook the whole block, And downtown Manhattan was like a war zone, For these terrorists attacked us right in our own home As the planes hit The Towers, there was a bad fire. The people were screaming as the flames grew higher, But through this disaster they still showed their pride On this day when a part of America died. The police and firemen didn't think of themselves. Not one person said, "It's every man for himself." For to those trapped inside each man was a brother. On their wounded shoulders they carried each other Although September Eleventh brought death and dismay. We all banded together in the U.S.A. We showed our courage, our strength and our pride On this day when a part of America died.

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The holy city

Vatican city, where the headquarters of the Roman catholic church is located and the home of the pope. One of the most sacred places in Christendom, attests to a great history and a formidable spiritual venture. A unique collection of artistic and architectural masterpieces lie within the boundaries of this small state. At its centre is St Peter's Basilica, with its double colonnade and a circular piazza in front and bordered by palaces and gardens and lies beneath the city is the Vatican secret archives and that’s why many of the people visit the holy city of Vatican to unravel it’s secrets but for now we just rely on the conspiracy theories about it.

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"BLESSED"

This is a autobiography of a very unfortunate person but somehow lucky his name is Earl Patrick D. Lungay, He was born on August 14 2001 at Cagayan De Oro City and his mother’s name is Lucy Dela Cerna Lungay she’s from Cagayan De Oro City and his father’s name is Orlando M. Lungay he is also from Cagayan De Oro City. He studied elementary at bongbongon elementary school located at NHA phase 1 Kauswagan and studied high school grade 7 and 8 at Liceo de Cagayan University, He joined the DBC and gained full scholarship and when he was in school he was informed that their house was burned Don to ashes, nothing to save from the fire because the fire quickly spread and nothing to wear except from his uniform he wore that day it really was a tragic day, their family dog wasn’t able to escape from the fire and it is all because of their neighbors kid and he was playing with other kid and they started to lit up the sofa and then the fire spread quickly. Net day after that his classmates surprised him with some donated clothes and all of the DBC members donated to them by giving them money he was thankful for what his friends gave him and because their house was burned down he studied grade 9 and 10 at MOGCHS and found out that many of his elementary friends also studied there and he also made a lot of progress and lots of friends and completed his junior high school there. His hobbies are reading manga, watching movies, biking, and surfing the web. He also spend his time hanging out with his friends and his dream was to become a successful business man and he took and he was able to pass the entrance examination at Liceo de Cagayan University and there he is currently studying he was able to pass his subjects and currently fighting for his future and to be able to help his parents and those who are in need.

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“Kuan”

Every bisaya knows this word and we say it without knowing we did, and we use it everyday. We even use it in every conversation/communicate like Kuhaa sa katong akoang kuan sa lamisa, Paki kuha sa saakong kuan saakong bag bai, Bai katung imong kuan napildi sa dula, Asa man ang pulang kuan? Kinsa ang bag-ong kuan? Gikaon nimo akong kuan sa lamisa?, “Kuan” has become a universal word for just about anything. It can be a noun or a verb. In fact, it can be used numerous times in a Cebuano sentence and still make sense to some Cebuanos. “Kadtong kuan ba, nag-kuan si kuan didto sa kuan adtong kuan.” “That thing, somebody did something, somewhere, sometime.” Learning to speak Cebuano is relatively easy, but using the expressions properly may take a lot of getting used to. And “Kuan” is used as a euphemism for something that you don’t want to mention, especially if it has a sexual meaning or if the word is very strong like “Kuan kayo siya” (it has a sexual meaning), Bai atngan nato si kuan unya, Bantay lang na si kuan saako unya (has a violent meaning) And it has been a habit in every bisaya saying the word and it has many meanings it depends on how you say it or what is situation.

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My mind sees a place,

 Where sin nor time canst hold face.

 All in one embrace.

My mind sees a place,

 Where sin nor time canst hold face.

 All in one embrace.

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March 7, 2019

Dear God,

I want to thank you for creating this beautiful world we currently live in, for giving me a family, for giving me true friends And please forgive all of the sinners including me because most of us don’t even know what they are doing on others. Give me strength to concur all of my fears and to be a better version of me, lead me the way to for I am lost in this world Full of danger and strange things and bless all of the people who believe in you without seeing but feeling your presence.

 -Patrick

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Memories

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One Sweet Day

The first time I saw you was when your family moved into our neighborhood. I was 10 years old that time, you were 7. I was kind of feeling bad that time because that house that you've moved in with was my best friend's house and I can't change the fact that he's already moved in to another state and here you are, standing in front of your lawn in your new house, as your dad grab some boxes from the moving truck.

You are standing there holding a grey teddy bear tightly to your chest, with that big brown eyes of yours widening up. Instantly at that time, I've grown some hatred towards you.

The second day after that, my mom told me to bring some cookies to the new neighbors. My head instantly snapped in my mom's direction wearing a scowl on my face. "But mom--"

"No buts Teo, now go get that cookies in the table and hand them over to Mr. And Mrs. Waterson." She said cutting me out from my whining. I didn't have a choice so I moved my way towards the table and got that cookies she was meaning to give to your family.

When I was in your doorstep, my heart beated so fast I don't even understand why? Maybe because it's the fact that I know that I hated you and here I am in front of your house? I was expecting that maybe your mother or father would open the door but unexpectedly, you did.

And later then did I realized that the big scowl in my face just disappeared.

You smiled at me and greeted me hello that time. My throat dried up and my mind went blank. I don't know what to do. Or say. And before I did embarrassed myself thankfully your mother came, saving me from mortification.

That night I was thinking deeply in my thoughts, why did I even hated you in the first place?

The next day you went by my house. Saying thank you for the cookies with a beam in your face. And I can't help but smile. "What is your name stranger?" You asked me, I chuckled a bit.

"Teo."

"Oh, my name's Alexa. Did you saw my bear?"

"The one that you held the other day?"

"Yes." You confirmed.

That day you lost your teddy bear. And cried a lot. I discovered then that he was one of your friend, best friend even. You told me that you're too shy that time making friends to other people so instead you make your teddy bear your only friend.

"C-can I be friends with you?" You asked me in a whisper. Barely heared but I did and my face brightened. "You're more than welcome to."

That day marks our friendship. And the day after that, a week, the next month, and the next years.

My last year in senior year, you were in junior high. You were kind of poular around the school, you gained new friends. But still you we're always there for me. Always picked me over anyone else. That's what our friendship was. And I did like you then.

I've been meaning to tell you that, but then the next day I heard that you were going out with someone else. My world shattered. How stupid I was to think-- of course, you only think of me as a friend not more than that!

Holding a piece of rose in my hand, I turned my back at you as I saw you walking hand in hand with a guy. Just your type.

I walked away, away from you, away from the world. I thought that time that maybe, I was just too engrossed with the fact that maybe I have a chance with you since we've been friends ever since then. But boy I was wrong.

Going too school, every time I took a glance on both of you, you held his hands. As if making me wake up from my own imagination that you're with him and not with me.

Acceptance. That's what I did, even though it hurts. I focused on school work. Then one day you came by my house, asking me why I was avoiding you. I told you that I'm busy, which was true because that time all I wanted is to move out from that neighborhood and to graduate from college.

To move away from you.

"Oh, I thought something happened." You said. You were about to turn your back at me but then you asked.

"Have you ever felt the feeling of being in love?" I stopped at that.

"Always." You have that glint in your eyes that I can't even describe.

"Oh, she is lucky then." You told me, giving me a humorless laugh.

"She is." You stopped at that. Your smile fades out and told me. "We broke up." That's when your tears comes out. I can't bear to see you in that state so I comforted you, like I always did when your feeling bad.

We we're back to normal after it. And I was over joyed because I was still hoping. That maybe I could get a chance. With you.

Graduation day. I'm ready to tell you my feelings for the second time. I was ready.

But then I saw you with him. And then you both hugged. My shoulders fell. Why is time always a bad timing for me? My heart shattered. I decided once again for myself that maybe this is not the right time for me, and you're not the one for me.

I even said that time to myself that, '10 years from now, when I'm successful andif my feelings for you still stays the same then I'll be back for you.'

I moved into another state for college. Not a single goodbye was said. Many years pass by then. But my feelings were still the same. I graduated, and got my degree. I've become a doctor. I did take my time thinking if should I go back or not?

I am happy to think that maybe we could have our happy ending now, but terrified to think that maybe you have your own family now. With someone else.

At the end I did make my way back home. To where it all started. In that small neighborhood, where you and I meet.

I directly went to yoir house, with a smile in my face. Wanting to see your reaction to see me again, but then with a sad smile your mother opened the door. "What can I help you-- Teo?"

"Good morning Mrs. Waterson, may I ask where Alexa is?" I asked.

But all I got was a sad expression. "I-I I'm sorry." Yoir mom told me, I can't get the hint that time why se was acting strangely. And then she cried, which make me stop in my thoughts.

She handed me an envelope. "Here, it's for you."

When I went back my house I was confused as to why she handed me this letter, was it from you?

I opened it and saw your penmanship. It was indeed from you.

' Dear Teo,

               First of all I wanted to ask if you were that mad at me? Did I do something wrong? You walked out during your graduation and didn't even tell me that you've been planning to move in to another state. You didn't even said goodbye. I've been waiting gor your call- or mails but none. I'm sorry if you're mad at me. I don't know how to say this but I wanted to thank you for all those years that you've been friends with me, all the fun time, the pranks that we pulled out, everything. Thank you. Maybe it was too late for me to say this, but I always liked you. I like you since the day I moved in infront of your house. The boy that handed us some cookies during the hot summer. I did all that it takes for you to notice me, not just as a sister but more than that. I want you to see that I'm a woman. But then you never even give a hint that you liked me, so I ended up dating Josh-- maybe with that, you could see me as me, not as a sisterly type. But no. Nothing happened. You started acting cold to me, and I was happy that time because maybe I'll have a chance with you. But then again you were only just focusing on your studies because you're nearly graduating that's why you shutted the world out, right? I broke up with him, you knew that.  I broke uo with him because, I hate to lie to myself that you're the one I liked and not him. So I ended it. You were back to normal, just like the old days. When your graduation came I was too excited and nervous because I was planning out to tell you about my feelings. But then Josh came, he made up some closure to me that time and hugged me. I was walking around the school after that, you were nowhere to be found. The next day you were gone. You went to another state. I guess it's not you and me after all. Maybe you were meant to be with someone else. Not me. I'm sorry for not telling this a lot earlier. Maybe when you read this, I maybe long gone. Sorry, I've got to make this in this situation. I need to tell you that, even in my last breathe. I love you.

Your friend, Alexa.

My tears fell as I read your letter. What do you mean by long gone? I've taken long strides to get back to your house, your mother opened the door, and maybe she was expecting that because she too, is crying. She tears fell I tried to wipe it off but it was no use.

"Where is she? I need to see her, she's here right? Tell me she's here." But she shooked her head, confirming my thoughts. You were long gone.

"She died two years ago, with leukemia." She said.

"She talks about you a lot. Never missed a single day without saying your name."

"W-why didn't anyone contact me?" I asked.

"Because she wanted you to focus on school, because she said that it was always been your dream to become a doctor."

That left me crying. Hard. We both are running circles all along , wanting to see each others worth. But ended up breaking each other. Maybe if I'm not coward enough to say those words to her, maybe things would work out great. But it ended up shattered.

And now your gone.

Thank you for loving me, even in your last breathe.

I love you.

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Biosketch

-Parents Background Mother: Private Employee (Janet Pacamalan) Father: Private Employee (Ruel Pacamalan Sr.) -Personal info Trunete Gem Krizean B.Pacamalan "bonita" 10/26/00 18y/o Barra Opol Mis.or -Sibs Trisha Grace Keziah B. Pacamalan(20) Ruel B.Pacamalan (6) -SCHOOL: Elem: Bulua Central School HS: Bulua HS -LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS: Graduated Honor in Elem from 1-6 Completed JHS with honors from 7-10 -INFLUENCES: Choir Member in our youth (Catholic Youth Movement) in Immaculate Conception Church Bulua CDO ACCOMPLISHED CERTAIN FEATS: I suffered from anorexia at the age of 13, For me when I dont eat meal for a day its already an achievement I felt relieve but at the same time starving. Being anorexic is strenously hard, my teenage life is inconstant. -HOBBIES(likes) *I write poems, of which i describe my day. *I play ukelele *I love watching gore movies *I listen to different kinds of genres but l am most into alternative rock, hardcore, goth rock and heavy metal FAM TRADITIONS I grow up in a family that are really religious and compassionate to people. Every year our family has "annual charity"  to those unfortunate folks living in urban places that cant be reach by the help of the government.

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Memories

The wide void of memories

It sometimes implied and also varies

Whilst provoking someone into the summer bliss 

Pain and regret is written to exist

Judgement will rise upon all of us

Bellicose about every moment that will happen 

Against all of the odds that add up

Depress and hysterical like your bitten.

Remembering sweet sound music and place 

Sadness of memories your madness and dozed 

All of the gone thy return and hold 

Past and history of the bodies of cold 

Accepting something is hard to do

Especially if someone you love had gone and dead

It’s like you’re stuck in the past wanting to be glued 

Crying for the words the sadness that you said.

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Wordsmith

How do I reject thee?

Can I count some several ways

Thus the strings of love cannot be abound 

In problems that some people face

The morning breeze of joyful sorrow

mourning for grace and love that i’ll blow

Counting footsteps in the sound surface

The mist of happiness and warmth of her solace

The oeuvre of her addendum effort

Implicit into the air without trace 

Her impeccable aphorism makes thy go vast

When will it end? Would it even last?

Being a wordsmith is arduous 

So i’m giving all out all my limit to you

But your aversion of my is unexplainable

Letting you go is like i let myself lose.