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"Baby Alive"

I was playing. The floor was littered with so much mess. Teady bears were scattered everywhere and as lonely as it can be, I was the only human being in this room full of peculiar eyes all staring down at me. A shrivel went down my spine, all my senses were sensitive and goosebumps were visible on my skin. I can hear my own heartbeat invading my eardrums spasms were splattered over my face. I felt estless. Then, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, something was moving. The doll. It was fluttering its eye and lifting its hand. I acted nonchalant. But fear got the best out of me. With my eyes streaming, I bolted out of the door and cried my fear out.

My mother panickly ran towards me. Concerns were visible in her eyes. With stuttering voice, I retold the story and I was caught off guard by her laughter. Together, we walked back to the room where I came from, the doll was still there. To my surprise, it was still moving. A laughter came out of my mother, all this time, it was just a baby alive. I sighed. But for the eye of an 8 year old child, it was the scariest thing I've experienced in my entire life.

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"Mga Hayop sa Lipunan"

Ayan na ang unggoy, ngiting yeye sa’yong harapan Hahatakin ka ng pagkalakas-lakas Iisahin ang buhok mong lumiligid kuto’t lisa Kapag wala ng mukha, tsaka ka hahamakin Sa bawat kilos at tunog ng inyong mga paa May pusang sa gilid ay nagmamatyag Hayok na hayok sa isdang nakalatag Nilimas ng magnanakaw ng walang kahirap-hirap Tila asong nauulol na sa pagmumura ay malupit Tenga’y nabulahaw, ngayo’y nagpipintig Nakapagtatakang pag-uwi’y nag-anyong pilit Gayong ale’y kakatapos lang ipagdasal ang daigdig Mga hunyango nga naman doon sa bayan naming Kay hirap makita, lalo ng mapansin Magaling magpanggap, lalong henyo sa pakikipapel Isa lang ang nais, at ‘yon ay sa iba lumebel Ibong kinulong, ‘di makaalpas Hindi makasalita, ni makahayag Ng nararamdaman ukol sa kaguluhan Mistulang isang laruan sa kanilang kulungan

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"BAYA"

Owais was the god whom the Mt. Baya's patron goddess Inaya dearly loved. Inaya would spend day after day happily weaving a magnificent clothes for Owais using threads of silk she conjured from tree barks. She anxiously waited for her lover so she can give her gift to him.

Everytime the wind blew over the Baya Mountain, Inaya saw Owais coming through the flower fields to meet her. Her hair flying she ran our to meet him in the lake of flowers, but her lover was nowhere to be seen.

She realized the sight of Owais coming was merely the work of her imagination, caused by the movements of flowers. Disappointed and full of anger, she burst out in tears and cursing the flowers who deceived and they never blossomed again. Not ceasing her vengeance, she then ripped Owais' clothes to a million shreds and threw into the woods. The lake beneath the mountain which she used to see her face every morning dried up.

This lake later became the Lanao Lake (4.5 kilometers from Mount Baya) Owais' clothes which he never received were seen shredded, hanging in the branches of the mountain woods, symbolizes the parasites found in the area.

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“A Transformative Period for my Purpose: When will it end?”

Everyone is blind to injustice, doesn’t see the part they play, grown numb with their own privilege and pass by pain every day. Here’s my story – A story of a young girl who is yearning to breathe free, shouting to the loudest she could while her mouth is covered with a handkerchief, hiding in a room with an open door and planning to end this society’s unending game. Lend your ears and open your eyes. She’s always doing her best, doing cool stuff and sharing her heart with a little part of the world. At an early age, she was questioned by everyone just because of receiving the fruits of her hard work, though being with the highest honor has no essence to her and she had no idea what was happening. The only thing she knows is to learn and to explore a lot of things. As she grows, her drive and ambition is getting bigger and bigger. She got in to a new school and for her, it was a great opportunity to prove herself and to prove them wrong, but all those years was tough as hell. She experienced being left behind plus not receiving what she really deserved. She endured the hardest of the hardest point of her life; it was like saving money in an open coin container and filling up of water in a broken pail. That time “giving up” was not on her mind, she chose to continue and to fight. All eyes were on that young lady as she entered a new chapter of her life, everyone is waiting for her moment of loss. That experience was full of ups and downs. She had a good start, but when obstacles got shakier. She decided to pause and rest for a while. She cherished life, live it to the fullest and enjoyed every second of it – friends filled her world. In that moment, she revive her own self, continue what she started and fulfil her responsibilities. She thought all the battle she been through has finally ended, but probably she was wrong. Everything turned to struggles once again. She was tired of the unending cycle. Actually, there were many variables in every part of her story, but no one listens – so she doesn’t speak anymore. Wondering where everyone is. No one knew how everything deeply affected her that time. It was a total torture. She asked, “How long do I need to fight for something and someone?”, “Do I deserve all of this?”, “Is it my purpose?”; so tired of infinite judgements, unsatisfiable dares, toxics and negativity. Let me end my story in a period. And now, as I reminisced everything and realized that the game was finally over. I can proudly say, “This is my life, this is what I want to do. It ends and I’m done – ready to go on, to show you that I can, to enjoy beauty of life and to give the best in me to every opportunity that lies ahead. GAME OVER”.

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Lady who's been fighting for an ace A sad smile that filled her face Walk every step and every path For she is hoping to find the right

Dreaming big, fighting hard A heart who's big, trying gentle and hard For she is like a lovely acapella Ladies and gentleman, call her Danica