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Sometimes You Just Got To Get It (Alex Wassabi)

Take only Memories, leave only footsteps" ~Chief Seattle

Life is an infinite  road, our roles as   the creator of narratives with the power to make your choice of ending. There will come a time where you'll realize the three painful truths, that not all friendships were made to last,  how not all dreams are meant to come true, where there will be a time where you have to say goodbye to the innocence of youth. It is at that moment  you will be stuck in the middle reflecting about the future you fear to face. It was then where one choice defines your destiny. We are preassures that our choices defines our endgame only to realize the ending was just the beginning.

When I think of destiny, the best definition I could find is how Monty Oum (Writer of RWBY show in Rooster Teeth) sees it. "When I think of destiny, I don't think of a predetermined fate you can't escape. But rather... some sort of final goal, something you work towards your entire life.". As a Graduating student I have been pressured of what the future holds. How teachers blabble "Kung nahihirapan kayo sa Senior High, mas mahirap sa Collage" when in real life they didn't went in the same quality of schooling we are about to face.  These endless works they reason out to be "preparation for collage." But here I will ask you a question. "Are we truly ready for collage?" We are so much pressured on going to collage, would it be hard? would I even go or pass a Unviersity? Who knows what the future holds.

Corrupted by the mixture of encouragement and discouragement, who to believe and trust. Am I even meant for this strand? or Im just fooling myself and get an engineering course in collage? Just what?

New friends and experience that I never had during my younger years. These two years had introduce me to a new version of stress that will forever be a part of my life. Yes we had had a tough road, we were like a wheel where we are sometimes above and sometimes bellow but we should always keep life in balance. I always taugh Senior High is the endgame of your plans, but no. It is the year where you recognize yourself, to know yourself in a different angle. I was a choice to know myaelf more, to be introduce to the side of that I never knew was there.

And so here I see myself in a stage, black toga drape over my shoulders with a graduating cap damp over my head. I look down at the crowd drowned in aplause. I turn to my mother and father who happily bestowed my medal of honor. An Honor that signifies the ending and the begining.

 Out of the preasure and overwork we got, there is one thing I learn through it all. If we are to face an exam, or to prepare a report and even to sing in a model themed presentation.. all these time you were being prepared, educated and trained and so when the right time comes, to pay all the hard work and practice, sometimes you just gotta get it. Take the opportunities and believe in what you have attained. Choices is never the endgame, there is no such thing as an endgame, the only endgame is you.

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Embrace

As a child I was unfortunate when it comes to opportunities. Despite being enrolled in a private school, I wasn't lucky when it comes to opportunities. I never experience Girls scout, fieldtrips, school over night and all the other out of school activities. But when I step in highschool life, the experiences I had such as School Retreat and field trips, for me it was an experience of a lifetime.

February 4 of 2019 was my last Retreat in BCS where our rest house was the same venue we had two years before. It was located near Mt. Samat where in the rest house has a two floored building wherein the first floor were meant for the boys while the second floor is for us girls. like any retreat house, it was a whole room with 10 double deck bed and the rest are mattresses lying around. In my first time sleeping there, I was sleeping at one of the mattresses on the floor and I'm fine with it considering I prefer sleeping on the floor. But this time around, I was unfortunate for taking the last trip that me and my Friends were force to sleep in the double beds at the top.

To know how it's like to sleep in a double deck it was difficult. One is that when you are designated on the top, you are always gonna climb up and down. Meaning if you are super tired and need the bed you would have to climb first before laying, or when you need to get something you have to climb down, get it, and struggle to climb up while being extremely cautious of falling down. Another pain is that you can fell from the top if you aren't careful. These are my struggle but I was far cautious that I was able to keep myself from falling.

But falling, falling is not what almost pushes me to the boundaries of death. In the night of our stay, the air was the touch of winter, a selfish ire of keeping the heat outside. At first I notice there is a fan ceiling above my bed and I worry what this might do if it ever malfunctions so I decide to keep its presence as Vague in my thoughts.

with the lights off I drift to sleep, letting a cold embrace pass through the blanket that should protect me dearly.

3 a clock in the night, the deadliest time where people say is the evil hour, I was condemned by a destructive chill that covers me from head to toe. My body violently quiver as it brought the bed to quake. I crawl myself into a ball, only to clatter the bed mode that cause two of my classmates to wake up.

"Noa, what are you doing?" One of my classmates ask since they found the sound disturbing. I simply replied "nothing" yet the cold was at its peak.

I turn to my side and saw my friend Charm, one of my friends who were unfortunate to take the top bed. her position was flopped on the bed as her back was facing the ceiling. Shaking, I tried to wake her up.

"Charm! Charm!" I called, as if I was in a verge of death.

Charm stirred, then slowly lift her head. "augh what?"

"Charm aren't you... feeling... cold" I shiver, as if I was at the first stage of hyperthermia.

Charm paused, and for a moment she look at me as if she had realize I was dying, but what a good friend that she is, she just flops back to the bed and sleep.

My body quivers even more and the ever that the whole bed is following my quake. Finally the two people below me finally ask what is wrong so I said "I'm sorry. it's just so cold." I mutter before climbing down the bed and went to the nurse's room.

In an instant she saw how I was shaking so hard in cold and that when one of my teachers embraces me she even claimed that she shivered as well.

The nurse made me lay on the bed and drape 3 layers of blankets around me, other than my sando, tshirt and sweater I am already wearing. For a while they lower the air condition so that my doing temperature would rise back to normal. The teachers went outside and realize it was colder than normal so they shut the fans and lower down the air condition.

Once I was back to normal, they sent me back to bed and drape me with two layers of blanket to keep me from the cold. It was a destructive night, but the next morning, the retreat was life changing.

Cold was an element I barely fancy. It was my weakness all throughout my inner subconscious. with its maniac touch is as impending as the death we all fear. But Cold is a norm, it is something essential then living must need. But fear is an embodiment of an obstacle that needs to be face. so Let me face, let me face, let me face my fear. I won't let fear take away the opportunities I was unfortunate to have.

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"One night is enough for the change of a lifetime"

Me in Retreat lol

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"Same place, same daze. Walking back to this same staircase gives a sense of nostalgia. Yet the passing time had loath its change

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Scarlet of Boracay

It was the March of 2018 when I witness the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. Scarlet blaze painted at the evening sky, gleaming beyond the endless sea.

Like Rapunzel in the tower, I crave for the world beyond the other side, but unlike Rapunzel, money is what hinders me from doing so. However, when my Aunt from Cebu unexpectedly book us tickets to Boracay, I couldn't help but feel flabbergasted to an impending adventure I have yearn for a lifetime.

With my mother, my Aunt, and some cousins we travel all the way from Bataan to Cebu to experience the magic of Boracay. The first thing that welcome us to Boracay is Terminal of Boats that will sail us to the Island of Boracay. I, being a first timer, didn't know that Boracay is it’s own Island.

Like Captain Hook pushing Peter in the plank, the cargo set a plank between the land and the edge of the boat for the tourist to enter the boat, but the sea was jittery that time so it is common to feel out of balance. I did say I drop my bottle of water during my walk in the plank but I'm just glad I didn't drop any valuable item such as my phone or my Wallet, or probably I'm just glad I didn't fell myself. So With the boat ready to sail, it felt like the sea of bliss had bestowed ride of excitement as the sea of Boracay pulled us to its beloved island. And so we arrive at the island of Boracay.

The moment I stumble my feet at the sand of Boracay, I felt like a milestone was completed in my life. Gold sand, vociferous waves and wash ashore reefs was the nature's identity that remains foreign to me. Boracay is not like any city you'll find in the Phillipines. Yes it has the commercial restaurants such as Jollibee, Mcdonals and all sorts off buildings. Other than that there were Bazaars that sells suvineir items such as clothes, keychain, sculptures, necklaces and a sand in a Jar which I couldn't help but remember Jack Sparrow's Jar of Dirt in the Pirates of the Caribbean. But what makes Boracay Unique is its beach.

At the end of the sand lies the sea of mischief and beauty. Its blue waves that dances between the sky. The water is so calling that I couldn't help but answer its call. Knowing I had forgotten to being extra clothes I walk across its calling waves and let it soak the edge of my denim jeans. My cousins enjoyed the water by splashing each other. I was too old for games that I just enjoyed by watching them.

Later on we began buying souvenirs and since we were soaking wet, we decide to dress ourselves with new Boracay clothes before purchasing keychains and sculptures to give to our family back home. I got myself a tiny jar of boracay sand so once I got back I will joke them that I have Devy Jones heart in this jar of dirt.

We stroll around the beach to revel the new environment of a lifetime. Foreigners enjoying the merciless heat of the sun, tourist paying a person to braid their hair, The people happy and worried for their career they'll have to give up once Boracay was shut down, it was a moment you will only experience once, like a sunset at its final goodbyes.

After a while of staying in Boracay there the came the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen in my life. With the sky etched in scarlet's shade, flaming in its final peak as blood becomes a beautiful flaming Phoenix souring across the evening sky. It was God's perfect art, a masterpiece that no painter could replicate. Boracay was spot I love to come back too, but as off now, as it renovates for a better experience I shall wait. And once I'm back, I shall once again see that scarlet of Boracay.

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Grounded

Gary Granada's "Mangagawa" has been a personal favorite of the open minds but as a child we are often told by our parents that we have to study hard so we don't end up in a low life job such as farming, fishing, and other stuff. They prefer that he have decent job like engineering, nursing, and all other blue collar job, but little do they know that this mindset had impact some children to think that these poor job meant nothing on the society, let alone they learn to look down on these hardworking people who work hard day and night for a low profit they don't deserve.

those who rise on society had gone high on the top that they forgot to look down on what is happening to the people below. workers such as Farmers had the most difficult work yet the most lowly treated despite the fact that farmers had a major role in agriculture. They lean down all day below the sun just to drop enough grains for a rice on our plate, they fought the wrath of the heated sun just to check if they are ready to crop and they are look down by the people and yet their profits were low and a day of cropping is not even enough to support their family.

How? how come that those whom had work hard on the field have to be discriminated by their status even though their work is the richest source of agriculture. In the end it was concluded that we go to school and study not because we don't want to end up in poverty, but rather we study so we can help them with the education we get.

This is the message of Gary Granada's "Mangagawa" and that we should apply this to open our minds in the problem we are facing today.

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Perfect by design

Darkness blemish to an extent of a grim disguised as an angel, reaching its unforgiving hands towards vulnerable body that barely jerks. Lips tremendously dry like a barren land, eyes soring in like solar flare, and chest pounding at the heat emitting within my body. I lay on my bed, restrained by a heavy weight crushed over my body. I push myself to rise up, but only to feel its nefarious grasp pull me back to the deceiving soft mattress. For 18 years, I was no stranger to pain, either a physical pain that breaks your bones or the mental hurt that crush your remorse. During this time, I was both physical and emotionally in pain, for what storms inside, storms outside. I sigh and surrender to the pain. I mutter “Maybe another nap could subside this laziness.” I conclude as I let the darkness absorb my daze.

Being a graduating student, we are encouraged to take entrance exams to collages we’re interested of taking. It was required have a minimum of 3 entrance exam and maximum of 5 so we have many options and due that the entrance exam of UP Diliman is free, I was one of the 100,000 Uplinkers of 2018, and I must say that it is torture.

Together with my Aunt and Best friend, Eena, we tried to register to UP’s website together but unfortunately, I was the only one able to successfully register and during that time we decided to take the exam at the main campus in Manila instead of the available test in our Province.

Days past after my registration, my classmates began talking about taking the UP exam that even my two best friends were taking the exam so I was confident that I won’t be traveling alone, and even if no one is going to UP I have my Eena to travel with me. Everything is perfect by design… or so it was.

A few days after the pressure of UP’s registration, Eena approaches me and said that she already registers to UP and isn’t taking the exam in UP Dilliman because she and her friend will be taking it in our province. Disappointed by the news, I took a breath and relax, like I always do even if I know how crappy my friend had abandoned me. And I must claim that abandonment has become a personal friend of mine. “Maybe some of my classmates will take the exam in the campus so it will be fine.” I assure myself.

Soon as everyone who had decided to take the UP exam had finally register, it was like Zeus’ lightning missed to hide his current affair from Hera and accidentally strike me to the chest when I realize that I was the only one who is going to take the exam in Manila. I panic upon knowing my mistake and decide to seek our guidance councilor to help me change it which she corrects it by erasing the check in the UP Dilliman campus and replace it with the available examination campus in my province. I hope and prayed it will be changed, but when our test permits have been received, my campus is still located to Quezon city, UP Diliman, Manila.

Gladly, my mother is having her convention in Manila two days after my exam schedule in UP and she also planned to stop by in Divisoria so we could buy my gown for my Debut in December 1 (not my real birthday), I sigh in relief that everything IS perfect by design.

Unplug the clock I’m running out of time, October 26 is coming closer and closer and I would be in Manila for 7 days straight. October 25 of the afternoon, my mother and I took the bus and travel to Quezon city and stay in my Tito Jessie’s house, my Grandmother’s brother. Unfortunately, my mother was thinking we have two big luggage with us and that she thought that we will only sleep there in one day and later move to my other Uncle Tito Jojo, whom is my Father’s brother, in Manila so we drop by my Uncle’s house, whom is currently having problems with his right arm due to nerve pinch, and leave our big luggage and instead brought another backpack just enough clothes for one day. What bad might happen?

Another factor is that I hate traveling and no its not that I don’t like visiting other places. It’s because… I don’t like road trips and I must admit that public bus is my number one weakness, like Superman avoiding the kryptonite. Traveling from my house to Manila takes 3 hours of traveling and from Manila to Quezon City took an hour of trip so I had been fighting my weakness for 4 straight hours with the addition of my anxiety of failing the test there. Headache etched through my forehead, knowing I was tremendously tired, I forgot what I had reviewed and that the exam in UP is right minus ¼ wrong.

When we reach our place I Quezon City, Tito Jessie welcomed us with open arms with high hopes that I will pass because his daughter, who is my Godmother and is now a Doctor in a Public Hospital, was a graduate from UP Dilliman and that I too could get in unlike those who pass universities in America but didn’t pass UP Dilliman. Unfortunately, he was one of the riches persons in my family and he is very sensitive in standards. My fingers kept shaking within those moments, add that I didn’t grew up in a mansion like house I didn’t know how to move when I saw how clean their luxurious bathroom was.

The next day, I woke up early since I was scheduled early in the morning in UP Diliman’s School of Music. I began to felt bothered that my mother and I have to take a bath first before eating since that is their lifestyle there in Manila. Fastforward, we enter UP Dilliman and saw how traffic it was even though we had arrived super early. It took 30 minutes before we manage to get in and saw that many examiners were already in line. I sprint to the line and waited for them to move. I was scheduled to take the 7 am test but instead we start an hour late. Like what I expected, the exam was difficult because not only was I bothered by the right minus wrong but most of the questions aren’t even tackled in my school. During my exam I wasn’t feeling good and the jetlag in my 4-hour travel continues to torture me mercilessly. 5 hours of taking the exam I carefully take it with the hint of headache crawling from my forehead to my temples. For a moment I thought the proctor of that exam had thought I was cheating because there are times where I had to stop and turn left and right to brush the headache away, and even if I saw the other’s answers, I don’t think I could identify if it was for number 45 or 70. But I push forward, my future depends on it and I know to myself that I am far capable of success.

The exam ended and my mom bought me this bracelet that says “I survive the UPLINK” and darn that felt so good. My mother and I walk around the campus while waiting for my Tito Jessie to pick us up and with all the lesson we were thought in Contemporary arts I couldn’t help but feel proud that the pictures I’ve seen in that subject were solidly in front of me, one of them is the spaceship like chapel with the hanging Cross inside it. Unfortunately, The Oblation was under construction so I wasn’t able to see that naked dude stretching at its finest.

As much as my mother was a planner, Tito Jessie forbid us from going home to Tito Jo because it was actually his daughter’s birthday that day, I took the exam and that she wanted us to let her drive her there after the party. From day shifting to night, My Godmother got home after her 24 hour duty in the hospital with a marshmallow coated cake made by a friend of her. Soon after that, her boyfriend came with a 3 layered cake and heavy box wrapped in a birthday wrapper. I was suspicious of the box due to the fact that it was heavy like the weight of my whole series of Harry Potter books. We eat the food they cooked and the cake and felt its luscious marshmallow with the mix of caramel melt in my tongue. Later on, My Godmother proceed opening her presents which she saved her boyfriend’s gift for the last.

A box like chest packed by the weight of who knows what lays in the middle of the table. She began to open it, and darn my Potterhead emerge from the shadows because it was a Chest compacted by the 7 books of Harry Potter. Gladly I had already completed the whole seven books of Harry Potter so I felt glad for my Aunt.

Instead of driving back to Tito Jojo, my Godmother has been tired from her duty so we decide to go to Tito Jojo tomorrow instead, and another change of plans, they want to go to Divisoria too so we ended up not going to Tito Jojo in the morning and instead shop in Divisoria. I had to suffer the fact that I took a bath yet still wearing the same dirty clothes I wore the night before that.

The shopping was fun because my Godmother help me pick my Gown for my debut and it was her perfect choice of picking my welcoming gown in pink for me. Just after the shopping we finally drove to Tito Jojo and there my Godmother saw him with the pinch nerve so unlike any professional doctor whom prefer the office, she checked up on him in the middle of the trip and gave him medications to fix the pain, what a badass Godmother I had.

We stayed at Tito Jojo’s house for a day for tomorrow we’ll be heading to my Mother’s convention which is located to Moa. We booked to the hotel my mother’s company had sign us in and enjoy the hotel before traveling to Moa. I had my plans organized that I would go to Fully Booked to get the Star Vs the Forces of Evil Spell book but unfortunately our schedule was hectic. In our first day in the convention I unfortunately felt my body rebelling against me because I had my period in an extremely wrong timing and that I had to suffer period cramps all throughout the convention. And during that first day, my other ordered be to buy her 2 bottled of water which I followed.

Irritatingly, the serving in the convention was tremendously slow and the line was super long that it took me 3 hours just to get some 2 darn bottles of freaking water. With that incident happening, my mother learn her lesson and we brought our own water in the next days in the convention. It was fun how I was able to eat in fancy restaurants for free and educate myself with science related topics my school will never teach us. The rest of the convention is alright, and even though I never get the chance to buy the spell book, at least I no longer have to cram for UP Dilliman and instead battle my period. After the final convention ending, we packed up and finally travel back to our Province.

I lay my bed, feeling drain as I ever be, it is as if Cell had mistaken me as one of the androids in Dragon Balls and drained all my energy to attain his perfect form, so there I was tremendously in pain, suffering an agony that dances over my head, legs and throat. For a moment I felt like I had done terrible things those passing days, but then with a twist of fate I began to realize that everything was perfect by design. That I was meant to take the exam in Manila and that I was truly suppose to attain those agendas in the very perfect timing. It was stressful but it was worth it.

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"I'm prepared to sacrifice these smiles just for the sake of his happiness... and I would gladly do it twice.

-Noah Feiry//Adriana Lluch

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Warriors by Noah Feiry

Once like a dream, they looked at me, and everything felt blur. Translucent tears scatter like the last rose of summer, I felt my chest burn as cacophonous words pierce through my ears. In this world of white noise lies a reflection of a writer judge for being one. We have our own battles, weather its physical, spiritual or societal, we all have this inner storm that we secretly dwell in our everyday lives.

I was Fragile, born 7 months early in December of year 2000, I was physically weak and fatal for my own good. I was a vulnerable glass that could break with ease. My parent’s love me, and they did what they can to kept me unharmed, and I gladly survive that fatal fall. But the one thing they can never save me is the loneliness of being alone.

4 years after my birth, I suffer my 3 years of kinder garden in a school in Balanga where I was found divided from the crowd. I was a child full of imagination and my imagination is a wild horse that cannot be tamed, and I don’t know how I could survive without it. I was the kid lost in the adventures of Felicia fighting the Naga snake, sprint in the speed of her sword splitting its body in half, I was happy upon this world but once I snap back to reality, I would find myself trap in the judgmental eyes of my classmates, looking at me weirdly as if I was a drug addict that escaped from Rehab. There I realize I was marginalized from my classmate, I was the black sheep of the class, I was the nobody they hate to be friends with. Upon realizing it ignited the start of a depression I never showed, and it gone deeper when my classmates began bullying me because of my flaws.

My Parents Transfer me to school near our hometown once I graduated Kinder garden due to reasons I don’t remember. It was the year of 2007 where I was a fish out of water. Kinder Garden was bad but I never thought transferring is worse. Boys in my class keep picking on me because of I remain friendless that I was rather stuck drawing in random pieces of paper than playing with them. I remember I was drawing that time when one boy snatches it and run around the class making fun of it. I remember crying so hard that time, in embarrassment and anger... I don’t really know.

I was a wild card, I have different interest and dislikes. I don’t know why they are bullying me. And there are times I had blamed myself that I was bullied because I wasn’t able to fit in nor did I ever try. I stayed in that school from elementary to Senior High (12 years) with the 1 decade suffering a whole year round of bullying.

In my elementary years I suffer the first 3 levels of bullying. The first level is probably the usual make face and cruel word I learned to be deaf with. The second is the physical bullying I experience whenever they would smack me on the head all of a sudden or mostly grab my things and hide it somewhere for me to find. But the sharpest stab they ever strike at me is when I realize they were scaring my classmates from making friends for me so they could show to me that I was just an embodiment of darkness that no light could shine. They were judgmental that they didn’t see what battle this broken girl dealt with, that my pain was their enjoyment. They never know what the dark hides cause underneath the darkness there is a light that’s trying so hard to be seen. It was the pain I want to express, the emotions and stories I wish tell that was hindrance by the fear of being judged. For 6 years I was an embodiment of isolation, which I don’t believe the saying that “no man is an island” for if it is real then I cannot consider myself a man.

All those pains, those nefarious disputes and judgements that weren’t true, I ignore it all by diverting my attention in my imagination, entering a world I have designed, where I could share my emotions through making stories that reflects my inner thoughts and through this process, I survive my elementary bullies as well as this depression I didn’t know until I reach Grade 6.

As I secretly build myself from the shadows where my bullies couldn’t see, I was able to embrace junior high school with a new and slightly confident me. After 6 years of my bullies’ childish play, I gladly admit that some of my bullies were converted to friends where one them actually found that I have capacities in writing... Yet the bullying in Highschool is much worse than elementary because unlike my younger self I was inflicted by thoughts ignited by simple bullying words and action but in high school, no one is respecting you. If they want to act bulls*** on you then they will. Going to the same school in elementary for High school led some of my bullies to stay, and with new classmates to recruit I was surely troubled as ever.

In my junior high school years, I was troubled by a much violent bullying. Junior high was the first time I had a kindle of friends and I felt guilty that I had let them enter my life, foolish of the consequence that they will be bullied because they were friends with me. Seeing others suffering because of me is much painful than any bullying my bullies could ever do to me.

In my Junior years I began writing stories in Wattpad where I can freely share my literature pieces freely and happily, where people would just see if they can decipher the monsters in my life and unlike any contribution of my bullies making friends, I was able to befriend foreign people whom accepted me despite my nationality. Meeting this people made me feel welcome than anyone in the country I’m in. But although I was open and I have friends who support me it isn’t impossible that my bullies can’t find it. It was my Junior Years where I experience being embarrassed in class, cyber bullied in Social Media and being make fun of because they find my name in Wattpad hilarious. Rinoa Angelwings, the Angelwings sounds ridiculous to them, and now that I think of it maybe they are just trying to find things that could irritate me. From the seams takes a thousand words to lead my depression to stop hiding and began scaring my wrist.

Thoughts of my friends being bullied, anxieties upon seeing cuts scatter across the skin of my wrist, the inner demons that whispers the repeated words of my bullies that I fear to be true, the reputation of me being the bullied student whom they love sharing gossips with, and the lost of my best friend and my Ex-boyfriend that time kept me awake with tears wetting my pillow. These are the parts of me that I know is wrong… but.. what if.. I... was wrong? That I can’t be strong? That the words of my bullies are true? That I’m not beautiful, that no one will love a girl like me? That I’ll never be someone, let alone a writer who wants to be heard? Who am I? What if… It was my own fault why I was bullied. Maybe it was them who is bullied that it was I who was the bully? What if I have done something before that they cannot forgive me? What if… I have lived a lie I have to suffer forever. Thoughts that eternally kills me. Thoughts that haunted my head every single day had formed a giant wall that divided me from my classmates, and worse to the friend I fear trusting. I lost my emotions, I lost my trust, and I lost my faith to myself This dark thought that will never go away. Oh, maybe it is true, Evelyne Skye is right, that thinking can be a ferocious act. (Crown’s Game)

Surving Junior High, I move up to Senior High driven by the calling of being a psychologist where I would help mentally challenged people like me, that the Lord could use me as an instrument to help others which is a good choice because my ALL my bullies either change schools or pick Stem as a Strand. I wasn’t bullied in Senior High but the pain inflicted for 10 years suffers me dearly that the anxiety of being bullied renders me onto this day. So, if you see me walking alone or refusing to be notice, talking to a few friends, or maybe having a severe stage fright in front of a graded report, please understand what happened.

As for the mentally challenge people, look at your hands, then shake them. Look you are alive and you are still here. It is a sign that you are strong and no matter what you are fighting you are still here armed and ready. Do not be condemned by the lies of the world but rather be someone that the world wouldn’t expect. People cannot tell you who you are but you can only show them what you can be. They don’t understand you? Its okay. You don’t need the world to love you, just few kind people. When you feel depress, talk, ask for help. Calling for help is stronger than running away. If you have no one? Then there is God, just talk and you will feel better. If you can’t talk then write it, there are many types of communication you can use to express it. Take a deep breath and say “Tomorrow is another day."

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Imagine and it shall be. There are no limits

- Evelyn Skye (The Crown's game series)

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Heaven is for real is a Christian movie written by Todd Burpo based on his son's miraculous experience in heaven. What I like about this movie is its a true story and how Todd was able to stay faithful and strong he is despite the whole world judging his faith. Heaven is for real has a great comtribution of strenghtening someones fate and will always remind us that there is a God up there who loves us the real way. I recomend this book to all because its a movie everyone should watch.

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Heaven is for real is a Christian movie written by Todd Burpo based on his son's miraculous experience in heaven. What I like about this movie is its a true story and how Todd was able to stay faithful and strong he is despite the whole world judging his faith. Heaven is for real has a great comtribution of strenghtening someones fate and will always remind us that there is a God up there who loves us the real way. I recomend this book to all because its a movie everyone should watch.

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Its almost been a week since the government give free Denvaxia Vaccine to 730 thousand children before realizing its dangerous to a person whom had not experience dengue disease. With the warning lately announce, what made the vaccine dangerous? Weren't vaccines suppose to be a back up prevention a face of a killer syringe? Maybe yes, however it could be no because when two dengvaxia cases were aired GMA, one where a child from bataan died due to dengvaxia (according to the parents) and another who got dengue for the second time even though she already had the Denvaxia vacine, it turns out that this anti dengue vaccine can both trigger a Children's fear and death at the same time.

Now with these whole Dengvaxia vaccine becoming a big contravercy to the country pf the Phillipines, specially to the 730K children whom had recived the vaxine parents commences to ask. "Is our child Safe?" "How can we besire that nothing bad will happen to my child?" Accurate question to worried parents however the real question is "how did the government implement this Vaccine without knowing its drawbacks or even looking back to its history record." It could be a factor that when the government recieve its approval, the information they recieved could have miss out the warning that this vaccine is not for everyone that it was too late when they learned its drawback. It could also be another factor that the government is wishing to have no more cases of dengue disease that they have no choice but to implement this which they must have miss out a very important warning.

But even though, Dengvaxia is for Dengue survivors who needs prevention for having another dengue disease however when the case of a girl whom had once had a dengue and recieve the dengvaxia vaccine yet recieve dengue once again, I stumble upon the question that "Is this vaccine really a medicine" or this is just a money maker advertisement made by Sanufi Pasteur that says "Dengvaxia means Dengue no more"

But lets not jump into conclussion. It could be that the child did not complete the vaccine. If she did however, then its the vaccine. Speaking of Vaccine, what is Dengvaxia made of? What are its components? Essential amino acids including L-phenylalanine, non-essential amino acids, L-arginine hydrochloride, sucrose, D-trehalose dihydrate, D-sorbitol, trometamol, urea, sodium chloride, water for injections. As you can see, the vaccine has the ingredients a patient lacks when they had dengue. According to Sanofi Pasteur's website they study and observe this medication for 6 long years and the record shows that Dengvaxia is an effective vaccine to prevent Dengue from recieving once again however with the data given and what's happening in reali life does not match, could it be that Dengvaxia needs more study? Should scientist and pharmasist should once again study this vacination? Or it could be that they speed up the study and just approve that its effective and just risk a thousand lives for instant money? But all in all, this vaccine needs more study.

In conclussion before approving anything about health, they must have their concern more in their citizens lives than More money and also to prove and completely understand both the benifits and drawbacks of any prescription and reasons to concider. As for the 730 thousand children than recieve this dangerous vaccine, they must be put under observation and once something goes wrong, whether is just a simple headache or a fever, they must be immedietly sent to the doctor for safety for it is better to be safe than sorry.

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