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Why Reality is stranger than Fiction?

By: Trish Yzelle M. Delumen

Recently, there had been numerous catastrophes and natural disasters that occurred not only in the Philippines but also in the different parts of the world. Some of these are the Bush Fires in Australia that led to the death of animals and the destruction of the infrastructures as well as the eruption of Taal Volcano in the country. According to the experts, both of those disasters can be rooted in climate change, and this a severe threat to our planet. However, despite this life-threatening situation, most people remain to be apathetic. They are not even scared and making an action about this problem. Instead, they focus on other issues such as showbiz and other fiction works. They are not terrified by the fact that our planet is dying and we are all going to be affected in the future. Most of them are not aware and still a stranger to this harsh reality.

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SIX YEARS AND STILL CLEANING

By: Ella Esquilona and Trish Yzelle Delumen 

The blue-collar man who was over the age has been mapping the floor for six consecutive years. He clears the track of any trace found in the gymnasium. He works six days every week, earning a little amount of wage to sustain the needs of her two lovely daughters. The invasion of poverty had led him to stay in an unfortunate situation, leaving him hopelessly to find an anchor with his uncertain job. He earnestly asks the universe to help his wife in terms of financial needs. The impact of contractualization to him has brought a fear of being exterminated anytime. He has nothing but every hope that he can grasp in making ends meet. In contrary to white-collar man, his mind continuously wondering the realm of joblessness. He is poverty-stricken of benefits from health, insurance, and proper contract of work. One slip of the tongue, one mistake and he can be a househusband. No one could protect him for legal purposes. No help, no assurances, and small wages are the things he is fighting for,every time he sweeps the dirt of the system. Any minute now can cause him to be a househusband, and no one could protect him for legal purposes. No help, no assurances, and a small wage are what he fights for every single cleaning he does.

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Why Reality is stranger than Fiction?

By: Ella P. Esquilona

Rice has been a consistent commodity of people in the Philippines, and most livelihood in the country is related to farming. However, the media platforms have informed the Filipinos that farmers were significantly affected by the Rice Tarrification Law, which means that massive importation of rice will be processed in the country. As a result, Filipino farmers were struggling as to how they will survive each day, knowing that they are earning less than what they deserved. This scenario depicts the social aspect of the Philippines that affected these citizens. While it is true that it is an actual event, one cannot deny that this is something that reflects the government's incapacity to respond to the needs of Filipinos. Concerning Creative NonFiction, the concept of such events can be contextualized to either electronically or printed pages. This a clear manifestation in fiction. It mainly focuses on fantasies happily-ever-after facts, which neglect the real-life struggles of people.

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Why is it necessary to study Creative NonFiction? Why even read Fiction and Poetry?

By: Ella P. Esquilona As a human being, it is coherent for us to engage in reading fiction and poetry, primarily, because we love to read stories. This requires us to read such literary texts because it makes a connection between a writer and a reader. Also, it makes the readers more empathetic to the emotions and circumstances portrayed by the characters in the text. Moreover, we need to engage in reading fiction and poetry because we all have stories to tell. This implies that reading literary books gives us a glimpse of how it is like to dedicate works that would inspire and present realities to the readers. With this, it expands our self-awareness and critical thinking skills, which are relevant in the required competencies for this generation.

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Inevitability of Nothingness

By: Trish Yzelle Delumen and Ella Esquilona

As the six months pass by, i worry and fret as i think of my debt The melody of hope, the rhythm of my breath Have synchronized into nothing

The clamor rummages inside my head Inept at containing the regime of reality i grumble as my dreams went amiss Feeling desperate to delineate my fiery over gratitude

But i’m tired and got fired This is the price i lived for– Being a part of the system Deprived by the privilege of shorthand

Day after day, same monotonous routine Work and more work is that all it means From this moment until You realized….. When will this end?

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Temporariness

By: Trish Yzelle Delumen and Ella Esquilona

It was an ordinary afternoon, around 8 am during Senior High School Work Immersion; the wind sent chills down the spine of Tony. She felt thousands of sensations upon stepping in the tremendous walled edifice called City Legal Office. The lawyers, the employees, and the people availing the services walked on concrete floors as if they were in a ceaseless work. 

Tony’s first day of immersion has brought excitement. The ancient style of the whitish building generated a professional ambiance; the sea of strangers has started to come out, causing the department to provide legal advice, assistance, and support. As she entered bureaucratic work, she gazed upon the man who was wearing casual jeans and a hipster jacket. He was a chemical buffer that exerts too much effort to stay in equilibrium. This man was named Paul. 

One day, Tony was curious as to why Paul was nowhere to be found, but her questions were answered the next day immediately when their supervisor was fuming to the helpless man for leaving work behind. It turned out that he was trying to seek financial help from other people to provide medical assistance to his child. The supervisor had asked him as to why he needed assistance when he has a decent job; it was then revealed that his daughter was fighting over life and death. It was the only resort he could think of because he is deprived of having a permanent job.

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WHAT’S WRONG WITH MINA?

Story by: Ella P. Esquilona and Bryan Illagan

Everyone in the university were busy in studying. Nobody was willing to waste their precious time. The university in which Mina was enrolled was known to be very competitive in academe aspect. Faculty was chosen wisely and must have a higher degree of education to be qualified. Students must be also intelligent enough to pass the entrance exam.

The bell already rang, signaling the dismissal of the quarterly examination for the mild afternoon, but Mina executed no move from her seat. She felt exhausted. Weaker than the time she saw her father with another woman. Usually, she was one of the people to leave the four-walled classroom early. She would hurry to leave the university, often going either straight home or to the town library where she invest her time in finishing school-related works. Everyone adored her. Although, nothing in particular about his physical appearance was striking, her natural black hair seemed to compliment her white complexion. Her dazzling smile emphasized her innocent look. She stood at 5’3”, defining her tall and hourglass-shaped body.

As always, she aimed to accomplish her year as an eleventh grader just like how she finished her past ten years of education—with grades no lower than 90. She was the leading student in the top section of every batch she was in. Always acing every quiz and examination. She wasn't always quick-witted, but she worked hard to earn those extra points. And now it's all gone. She felt terrible. Worse than she had ever been. She could imagine it all. She could anticipate in her head how fast the news will spread. And soon Mina "The Ace" Sanchez will become “Mina the Cheater.”

How so? Her adviser had caught her cheating in their third quarter examination.

She had placed herself at the very back of the class, the farthest corner, by the wall, much like she always did during the first semester of school year because there was no seating arrangement this year. She did it so no one would be able to cheat on her from behind. But lately, she felt so stressed and unmotivated. She didn't review a single thing before the examination, and so she made a last minute cheat sheet tucked inside the plastic scientific calculator she had. She would pretend to compute for solutions in the middle of her test, only to check the inside of the calculator the math formulas and scientific solutions.

Mina haven't noticed her adviser, Mr. Rombaoa getting closer to her seat. She had looked up just in time to recognize the teacher peering into her calculator as well before saying out loud,

"Hand me your test paper and your calculator or else I will throw it along with your report card. Cheaters are not tolerated in this classroom!"

With a pounding heart, she handed both items to the proctor. Her classmates looked at her in disbelief. She had never felt more ashamed in her life.

"Pay attention to your own papers," her adviser said to the class.

Her classmates removed their attention from her and continued on with their exam. Without another word, the teacher headed out of the classroom. Probably to report the incident to the Director’s Office. She had no one but herself, and the past events of her life to blame.

She regretted everything. If only she didn't follow her father that day when she saw him with another woman. She wouldn't have seen them ride a car with two other kids. She wouldn't have discovered the truth. She would have just went on with her school works just like before and she wouldn't start feeling sorry for herself and for her mother. She wouldn't have felt mad at her mom. She wouldn't have these mixed emotions that ate her up inside, causing her to lose focus, destroying her sweet personality.

Mina thought she led a normal life and that her father was only away from home because of work. Lies. All she heard about her father were lies.

"That's not true!" she once yelled at her mom.

"It did not look like he was working so hard! It did not! She was with another woman! Tell me, mom. Was he cheating on you? Do you know any of this?"

"Yes," her mother replied, her voice was fading.

"And you did nothing?!" Mina exclaimed incredulously, throwing her hands up. " We should confront him! We should make him choose! His mistress or us—"

"Mina," her mother raised her voice to get heard over her daughter's outburst.

"She is not the mistress." Mina frowned. "What do you mean? You clearly said you know about his cheating!"

"Yes! Because he is cheating with me, Mina! I am the mistress!"

It was the first time she ever saw her mother cry in front of her. The news that unfolded in front of her broke her terribly. Then, she felt empty afterwards.

"Sanchez, the Director wants to have a word with you," a call from the doorway snapped her attention back to reality. It was her adviser. She stood up and gathered her things, quietly walking around the chairs towards the man. Mr. Rombaoa accompanied her towards the office.

"Go on in, I called one of your parents," he informed her while opening the office door. Mina's face crumpled into a scowl.

"One of my parents?" she asked hysterically.

"Yes, your father. He just got here as well."

She slipped inside the office with Mr. Rombaoa and they stood by the doorway, looking at the director behind the big desk before moving her gaze to her father, seated on a chair at the right side of the director's table.

"Ms. Sanchez? Take a seat," the director gestured to the vacant seat across her father's. She sat down and took a deep breath. Mr. Rombaoa stayed in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, I am Mr. Armando Gaspar, the Director for Senior High School Department. You are both here because..." Mr. Gaspar trailed off and looked at Mr. Rombaoa, who cleared his throat and continued the sentence.

"Mr. Sanchez, I caught your daughter red-handed, she was cheating during the examination with this." Mr. Rombaoa gave the calculator with the cheat codes to her father. Mr. Sanchez looked at the cover of the calculator, then looked at Mina who was now down-headed.

"I’m sorry dad, I didn’t mean to cheat. I-I just did it because I was upset. I know that I made you disappointed. I really don’t know what to do these past few days. Suddenly, I felt tired physically and mentally but I am ready for the possible consequence to face with. I’m sorry.” Mina cried and her father hugged her to comfort.

The school director decided not to suspend her, instead her adviser proposed that she will just receive a failing grade to the subject where she did the cheat.

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Shape poetry about hope, justice, and peace. This tries to enlighten everyone about the lives that was diminished because of extra judicial killings.

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No one could ever decipher her decisions in life for she manifests the resiliency of a real queen without crown.

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Underneath a dusk sky was the light from above which perpetrates a deafening silence of felicity.

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After a long tiring day; Everyone deserves to unwind- Contemplating their own viand and soul as one.

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Grades are just grades; We pass, we fail, and then we pass again; but the best part is when we learn then excel.

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Before this building lies the great pillar; Behind this university is a high quality education.

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Wherever my feet take me to; I will always bring my heart and soul— Even if it means standing alone in this street.

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A refuge where everyone can grasp the depths of spirituality and no one is left behind in decoding the magic of eternal life.