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GR. 8_BUTO_AL-BASHER_             ST. BENEDICT                                                                

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GR. 8_BUTO_AL-BASHER_             ST. BENEDICT                                                                

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The unpredictable fabric of life

reveals its colors in both little and large situations.

It spins a tale with each daybreak,

of pleasures, griefs, successes, and labor.

We discover the sweet flavor of love in its embrace.

And the acrid tang of goodbyes overhead.

It breathes, whispering hidden stories.

of unsolved riddles and undiscovered wonders.

We wander down unknown, meandering routes.

being comforted by the locations we call home.

Life's symphony continues to play, a

meaningful melody

There is a cacophony of echoes all around.

We learn to be in the dance of time.

soaking up every second, wild and unrestrained.

For amid the vivid hues of life, we come to see,

Every moment has a rich tapestry of beauty.

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"Looking for herself in a universe filled with words and knowledge"

In this world, a lot of things have been occurring all at the same time. How can I stop the world from spinning?

I gazed as people continued with their lives, but some weren't. Most people like me are continuously waiting for the validation they deserve. With every grade received, I whisper, "Am I enough?" My sense of worth is measured by the favor of my family and friends, which I pursue tirelessly. I crave confirmation of my own abilities and guarantee that my intelligence and sacrifices are not in futility, not only approval from other people.

I am the kind of person who defines herself by the depths of my innermost being and the peaks of my ambitions. How does one gain the courage to strive for their dreams without devoting themselves to the validation of others? For assurance sought from strangers, is transitory like a celestial body that glides through space.

Eventually, I will try not to rely solely on praise from others. I ought to strive for my aspirations without pressuring myself for the judgment of people. I set out on a trip that is both peaceful and joyful, with no expectations to fulfill or ties to bind. I navigate in the direction of what I desire. I'll take the day as it comes without feeling overwhelmed and am thankful for the people who constantly supported me no matter what.

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"The mysteries of loving someone"

In this universe we all face in falling for someone we haven't met,  but that doesn't stop us on getting to know them yet.  We all struggle in a common problem which is approaching the person you are admiring.  Struggling in the begging is a normal thing, Because it's leading you and that person to have a good ending. We usually spend time with them to get to know them right? that's a part of uncovering the mysteries of loving someone.

Hello there my fellow club mates, My name is Kiev Amiel C. Sarmiento, I'm a creative, Collaborative and anxious person when it comes to public.  I'm a helpful person when it comes to people not knowing what to do with activities in school. Good personality, an Extrovert, and a very social person.

Many common questions that people asked themselves  "Am I good enough for them?" "Do they love me as much I love them?" Questions is like mysteries without discovering them you can't find the correct answer to that mysterious question. Love's secrets lie in the spaces between souls, where mysteries bloom and passions ignite. Love upholds mysteries that people can only discover by getting to know each other through the process of interacting and communicating. No matter how long it takes for both people to discover the mysteries of love, The most important thing is what they acknowledged from the lessons that they learnt from the very begging of their relationship and the mistakes that they have made, all of those mistakes and lessons are the discoveries that they uncovered throughout their time spending with each other.

The love of mysteries are mysteries that are life lessons that will be taught to both people inside a relationship. let's put up a quote, a quote that I made a year ago, a quote that represents what will happen if they didn't apply this into their life, "If you broke something like a glass or anything put it all together it still breaks because you can't fix the cracks that you already made"  From what I learnt from the mistakes that I did before is mistakes that I shall not redo in the future. Loving someone is a difficult task for some people but from time to time it gets easy because you already discovered all of "The mysteries of loving someone"

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"There's no time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this"

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In a world as big as this, as small as a drop we are. who dares to explore this all at once? Well that answer, is right beneath your eyes, as this person, is ready to amaze your minds. Though in the beginning, were afraid of lot of things, but in the ending, we're brave and confident to everything.

Hi there, my name is Ezer Philip II P. Dapilaga, I am a wise teenager and would often interact with many people. I would go make friends with everyone I meet every year so I wouldn't get bored being alone. I am known to have having black eyes, black straight hair and a very extroversive personality.

The big world outside is something we shouldn't be afraid of, but instead, encourage us to explore it further. The game of life is not about getting ahead, it's about enjoying the journey. We shouldn't rush everything, we have plenty of time so why not take it slow and steady and instead, enjoy the ride of adventures the world awaits us.

Sometimes, adventures in the wild can lead to new discoveries no one has seen before. I always thought of being a traveler, though it might be hard, it's good to see nature's pure beauty at the most. Some discoveries of the ancient past can even lead to worth a lot when sold, but I choose only to explore and take pictures of new things I discover for photographic memory others can see. The important skill to adventure is bravery, its important by making you confident that "you can do this! believe in yourself!", If you're still afraid then just remember, There's no time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this.

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Pumping It Up: The Journey To Find My Hidden Talent

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Dancing isn't my prose, never was, that was until I discovered the art of freestyle, an intriguing art in the gaming side during the 2005 - 2007. It was so unique that I instantly fell in love with it from the first time I laid my eyes upon it. But how did it begin?

I encountered a man, nicknamed Smidget, a dancing legend during those times. He was able to influence me to dance to my hearts content through his moves online. I was compelled on how smooth he was, and how well chained his moves were. He would even do it with his partner during their respective tournaments in 2006. I wanted to do the same, but I lacked one thing that I needed to earn: creativity.

So I started working, scrolling through different tracks that appealed to my eye. Yet it felt as if, there was nothing that can do the same as he did, I felt demotivated to push through in this journey, nearly giving up. But I didn't let that get the best of me, prioritizing my goal to make my very first dance I did, I never back down and never gave up on my new discovery.

I found my song, all I needed was the moves, and with the help from him, I took inspiration in his moves and used it in formulating my dance. And to have my trademark imbedded on it, I created and thought of some moves that I used on this as well. Until it was the big day, and there was no turning back on performing my dance publicly.

I mustered my last bit of confidence and pushed through from being a coward. I did my dance while I poured all my heart and soul into my short performance. And with the song closing, I felt proud, a sigh of relief and joy that I did it, I conquered the challenge I gave myself. As the score rolled in and getting the lowest, I didn't feel sad about it, rather happy, knowing I'm making progress to this journey I'm crossing down. And my parting words from that performance: 3! 2! 1! Pump!

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✩ ⋆ ⋆ ★

A young and quiet child,
Who considers herself both beautiful and smart.
With a loving family and a set of friends by her side,
She tries her best to learn how to love herself,
Despite all the mistakes, and all the tears that have dried,
She says, “I am a work of art.”

With her fingers performing a waltz on the piano’s keys,
She quietly whispered, “Don’t make a mistake, please?”
However, as she said those words, the piece was disturbed due to a mistake on her part
But nevertheless, she sighed to herself,
“I am … still a work of art.”

As she slowly enters a world of imagination,
Created by a variety of novels and video games,
She soon finds herself with a happy sensation,
Keeping her golly and gleeful for the rest of the day.

Though the imperfections are there to say
“Falling is inevitable, it is just a step away!”
She accepts this fate, as she does not pay any mind.
Nevertheless, if she maintains the goodness buried deep in her heart,
Success and true serenity is what she will find.
With this, she still proudly says
That she is a work of art.

Though she is faced with many troubles every day,
Timely visited by the feeling of anxiety, and being slowly swayed away,
She, for some reason, can tolerate this and is doing just fine,
As in both her own life and academics, she blissfully continues to shine.
And though being kind is hard, especially to one’s self, and one’s heart,
She continues to walk the path she has rightfully chosen,
And nonetheless considers herself,
A work of art.

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My name is Gibran Frummi De Leon Pasilaban. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I live with my family and my parents. I belong to the section of St. Barbara. This what makes me — me but not myself. This is how I would describe my physical life and appearance. Majority of the people I had met described me to be "blunt" or "bland" when they first met me since I would be quiet and anti social when I'm around new people but thats just me.

That's far from who I am. When I'm comfortable with people, I can be loud, social, crazy and sometimes chaotic. I would be the one to ask my friends to go out or to hang out with eachother. I have a burning passion for Astronomy too. I love learning about the universe and the mysteries it holds. The way that people explain what stars, planets, galaxies, nebulas, voids, blackholes and other celestial bodies that make up the universe fascinates me. I love reading books, writing prose and poetry, listening to music and honestly just being in my own world. The idea of fantasizing about stories with many tropes and genres appeals to me. Being able to create stories with my own characters in my own plot makes me happy. I love a mix of nature and the city life. I love jellyfishes and how they look. I love art and how I can make anything with them. All these things make me — myself.

I'm a person of many things, whether people agree or not. I've grown to love my personality and what it's made of. I appreciate myself and how I act around those who love me for who I am. I'm comfortable in my own skin. I love myself, physically and mentally. I love every aspect of myself. I enjoy how unique my name is, how my friends love my personality, how some people describe me as unexpected and how I am overall. I am myself. I am me. I am Gibran and I always will be.

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Bystander: Watching through the screen of my eyes

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A part of me laments that I was privy to the internet at such a young age that it had me stained. I see people whose lives are content, happy, simply mundane. There's this glass I can't seem to crack; it isolates myself from others around me. "Be careful," they always advise, or else I'll slash myself attempting to burst through.

No matter how hard I try, not even a scratch is on the barrier that doesn’t let me escape the treasury of my mind. Was I really worth having? A question undefined. Time and time again, I make myself accept the fact that I was stuck to the chains of my mind. I can’t help but freeze in the depths of the wondrous place they call my imagination, like I was intertwined.

I watched the lives of people through the pixels on my screen. I still wonder if I’ll live the life I have always dreamed. It doesn't help when the world seems to come to a halt and I'm left alone with my thoughts and have to admit, when I reflect on my choices, it all appears to be a ruse— counterfeit. A part of me despises the way I appear weak in the eyes of those who are beyond me. Was I intended to be a side character of someone else’s story?

Minutes turn into days, days turn into months, months turn into years and yet, I can never pinpoint the reason why I feel so unsatisfied with my work. It was like misfortune keeps looking at me with a vicious smirk. I feel vulnerable under the ridiculous expectations of mine that I have yet to fulfill. Under the eyes of the many who look up at me, I get chills. Maybe I could do it, but I can never be so sure. I have so many challenges that I have to endure.

The number of times I have let tears fall down the face they call so pretty is countless in a way that I get the numbers jumbled if I got a little speedy. The world looks so fast, everything in a swift motion. Every once in a while, I get a little dizzy without reason. Must I be the unlucky victim of fate’s cruel hands? I feel the envy rushing through my veins, was I really destined to be just some character in the stands? I felt I was meant to be a bystander, watching, observing, reflecting. I keep to myself, I question my acts when I feel I’ve done wrong. Was I meant to just cheer on the accomplishments of others while mine rots in the corner, waiting to be recognized? Something felt wrong, I knew all too well. But, what can I do? I’m insignificant, frivolous, small.