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Autobiography

Hi, my name is Zeus Tocmo I'm 18 years old I was born in Davao City, Currently I'm here in Lancaster Imus Cavite. I'm grade 12 students HUMSS strand

I'm the youngest among the Three siblings, I'm the only boy, also Im the one that have a bad behavior but I'm good boy especially to those my friends.

My Goal in my life is to become a teacher because that is my beggiets wish in my entire life. Also to become a successful boy so I can help my family.

SELF-ORBITUARY

Hi I'm Zeus, Tocmo I dedicated on being a teacher, also with a good heart and minde,also a kind person.

Beyond my professional life. Also cherished every moment spent with loved ones, filling each interaction with laughter, warmth, and genuine care.

Throughout my life, I held fast to my problems of being caring, sympathic and understanding, guiding other's actions with integrity and compassion.

FACIAL- RECOGNITION

My Boyfriend

I find myself captivated by the mesmerizing features of my boyfriend. His color was brown with red lips also a smooth voices. They speak volumes without blurting a word, conveying kindness, understanding, and unconditional love.

His plump lips, delicately curved into a gentle smile, possess an irresistible allure. They are the embodiment of tenderness and affection, offering comfort in times of need, and joy in moments of celebration. In addition, with each kiss, they speak of devotion and passion, it is like igniting a fire within my soul that burns ever brighter.

And then there's his pointed nose, a subtle yet distinctive feature that adds character to his face. It stands as a testament to his uniqueness, a reminder that beauty lies in the imperfections that make us who we are. With its graceful slope and subtle curvature, it serves as a beam of strength and tenacity, a symbol of the journey we've traveled together.

MEMOIR

It was during this darkest hour that I stumbled upon a gleam of light in the form of a chance encounter. I remember when I was chatted him first, then i found it funny and confusing because it never really crossed my mind if he's note is referring to mine. I came up with changing it to see if he's intentionally doing it, until he insisted chatting privately. Our conversation started like the usual get ups of those trying to get to know each other. As days goes by I started to feel attached to him. One of the reason why at first I'm a little bit hesitant about taking our status in the next level. I'm too afraid of putting myself in a position where it left me shattered and broken into million pieces. Also, considering that I may pour my anger and neediness at him knowing that I am vulnerable because of the situation of my family. I'm scared to become dependent on him, then he will left me for being "too much to handle". But we continued talking and didn't let him feel the uncertainty I felt.

Literary Journalism

In the heart of America's Deep South, amidst the sweltering heat of Mississippi, lies a clandestine world shrouded in white hoods and burning crosses. It is a world where hatred and prejudice thrive, where fear is a tool and ignorance is a weapon. This is the domain of the Ku Klux Klan.

Venturing into this realm is like stepping back in time, where echoes of a dark past resonate with chilling clarity. My journey begins with trepidation, a palpable sense of unease gripping my every step. The air is thick with tension as I approach the meeting place, a dilapidated barn hidden deep within the dense foliage of the Mississippi backwoods.

As I draw closer, the sound of muffled voices reaches my ears, punctuated by the crackling of a bonfire. Shadows dance ominously against the trees, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. With each step, my heart quickens, anticipation mingling with apprehension.

Finally, I reach the clearing where the gathering is taking place. A circle of figures clad in white robes surrounds the fire, their faces obscured by hoods. I am met with suspicious glances as I cautiously approach, a lone outsider intruding upon their sacred ritual.

Travelogue

Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel! Today, we're diving into the vibrant world of SM –the shopping mall, also the beautiful country of Manila.

First stop, shopping! With hundreds of stores offering everything from high-end fashion to local souvenirs, there's something here for everyone. Let's check out some of my favorite spots!"

Well, folks, that concludes our adventure at SM Mall of Asia. From shopping and dining to entertainment and attractions, this place truly has it all. If you ever find yourself in Manila, be sure to swing by and experience the magic for yourself. Until next time, happy travels!"

Reflection Essay

In the depths of despair and shadows, lies a life veiled in darkness. It's a life where every step forward feels like wading through murky waters, where hope is but a distant memory swallowed by the abyss of despair. Each day begins with the weight of the world pressing down, suffocating any flicker of light that dares to penetrate the darkness. This is a life where the echoes of past traumas reverberate through every corner of the soul, casting a pall over even the simplest moments of respite.

In this dark life, relationships are fraught with pain and betrayal, each interaction tinged with suspicion and mistrust. Love, once a beacon of warmth and comfort, now feels like a cruel joke played by fate. Those who dare to venture close are met with walls of stone, erected to shield the fragile heart from further harm. Loneliness becomes a constant companion, a silent specter haunting every solitary moment, whispering reminders of inadequacy and unworthiness.

As the days stretch into weeks and the weeks into years, the darkness becomes all-consuming, seeping into every crevice of the mind and soul. Dreams wither and die on the vine, choked by the tendrils of despair that wrap themselves around every aspiration. Each sunrise brings not the promise of a new day, but the crushing weight of another day endured in the relentless grip of darkness

Reflection to Personal narrative

In this personal narrative written by Jeck , he illustrates how she and his Girlfriend love story was written. To her, their love story was about two souls finding solace within each other. He found herself transformed by his love, embracing the childlike happiness that bubbled up from within her. Through him, she rediscovered the simple joys of life; the beauty of sunset, the warmth of a shared laughter, and the comfort of a quiet embrace. He was more than grateful for the unexpected love that found it's way to her, changing Jeck in ways he never could have imagined.

Being in love is a rollercoaster of emotions, it is the blending of joy, excitement, and vulnerability. Its like discovering a whole new world within someone else. Love inspires us to be our best selves, yet it can also expose our deepest fears and insecurities. It's a journey of self-discovery, learning to trust, compromise, and communicate. It challenges us to grow, to be more empathic and understanding. But it's not always easy; it comes with its share of ups and downs, moments of bliss and heartache. Moreover, being in love is a transformative experience that enriches our lives in ways we never imagined.

At the core of being in love lies a profound sense of vulnerability. Opening oneself up to love means exposing one's deepest fears, insecurities, and desires to another person. It requires a leap of faith, a willingness to be trusted in return. In this state of vulnerability individuals often find themselves facing their own limitations, confronting past traumas, and embracing their authentic selves.

Personal Narrative

The love was overshadowed by resentment, and trust was a fragile commodity. As a child, I consider my emotions as landmines and I often found myself tiptoeing around it. Desperately trying to maintain some semblance of peace. But no matter how hard I tried, the thunderous currents of dysfunctionality always threatened to pull me under.

In the midst of the chaos, I learned to adapt and survive. I became adept at reading the subtle shifts in mood, learning when to speak and when to retreat in to the safety of silence. I developed thick skin, able to withstand the verbal lashes hurled in the fits of anger. But beneath that surface, the wounds run deep, leaving scars that would take years to heal.

As I grew older, I began to understand that dysfunctionality wasn't our destiny. I sought out peace and support, determined to break free from the patterns that trapped us for so long. It wasn't easy, and there were setbacks along the way, but slowly and steadily I began to chart a new course for myself. In addition, I started to understand myself more on the reasons why, who i am today.

BIOGRAPHY

My friend is Jeck Alojado, his 19 years old, from Romblon. Her current address now is Gentre Costal. His was a good boy to us especially to me because his my friend.

Every time I buy food we sharing each other,also a being a good friend to him might be wer like a brother couze her behavior as same as to me.

I thank God because his my friend that God give me, also wer happy to seeing each other on our school room.

Found Poem

Acrostic Poem

Z-eal, showing a kindness to others

E-mpowerment

U-n believable Smile

S-adness is the one of here weakness