HazziBee

Numb little bug that gotta survive  👾

[018-3l]

Untitled.

I wanna be yours in a way that i seek for your scent.

On every heartbeat I felt, your voice soothes my inner wounds

Without a thought, I wanna be yours like we are what everyone calls lovers, two souls intertwined.

Even though it seems like I’m losing the idea of love,

As for you,

I will love you with every breath I release with my lungs.

[hazzibee]

One and only Hazzibee

In the City of Quezon City, an old woman with ragged clothes approached Editha R. Huelgas and her husband, Nestor M. Huelgas. She offered fortune telling services for five pesos only. It seemed like fun and was cheap, so they decided to try it out. The old woman foretold the birth of a daughter in our family.  My parents laughed out loud as they were approaching  their 40’s, and seemed ridiculous. Strangely, the old woman smiled and looked them both in the eyes. My mother and father froze because of the reaction of the woman, and laughed awkwardly. Oh boy.. My father should’ve worn a condom. They would have never thought I would be born on the cold night of October 14, 2005, at Veterans Medical Center. 

Hello! My name is Izzah Faye Precious R. Huelgas. As a child, I really had a hard time writing my name. For a 3 year old, three words seemed like a hundred, so when I got tired and frustrated for the first time! I ripped my practice paper and started crying. Complaining about how long my name is. Guess what happened? My mother chased me down with a clothes hanger. I was bawling my eyes out  while running around the house until my father came and lifted me to protect me from my mom. After the ordeal, I ate dinner peacefully with my family. Hesitant to approach her, I hid behind my father’s back. She held my hand and pulled me closer. I sat on her lap as she brushed my hair with her fingers. She explained that my name consists of 3 words, since I am the 3rd child in the family. Secondly, my name “Izzah” was derived from the Filipino word “Isa” meaning one. I am the only daughter of our family. They were told  that ”Faye” means faith and fate. Lastly, “Precious” came from Miss International 2005, Precious Lara Quigaman. To this day, the spanking still stings and I never did it again.

I have two siblings protecting me and loving me in their own little ways. We live in a small but warm home. My father used to be an operator on the jeepneys we owned, but  he now helps my mother with our mini-eatery.My childhood was fun. It was filled with a lot of great memories. Just like typical children, I loved to play patintero, langit' lupa, tumbang preso and there was also a time when I got addicted to biking while basking under the sun. After playing, I would watch the afternoon telenovelas with a cup of cold orange juice to quench my thirst.

I started school at Mines Elementary School. I was there from kindergarten to Grade 3. Growing up, I could see my troubled brother struggling with his academics. My parents would set him as an example of what not to be. Since then I have had a great sense of responsibility with my academics. I was a bright child. I could read and comprehend English at an early age and did well at school,  but my teachers would say otherwise. They would describe me as a child who is in her own world. I really didn't talk much or make friends at school. My mom learned about this and she signed me up for girl scouts in hopes of me making new friends. It was fun camping, learning the ways of girl scouts, and attending extracurricular events, but friendships were not my thing. When I was at school, my classmates would forcibly take my food. I was hesitant about it, but every time they did it they would call me their friend. My mom noticed I was getting thinner as the days went by and asked me about it. She was shocked and was determined to put me into a better school.

In 2014,I was transferred to a private school, St. Mary's College as a Grade 4 student. It was a big adjustment for my parents and I. The tuition fees were quite steep and the conditions of the school were quite different from the previous school I attended. Like usual children, they were curious about the new kid. The kids in this school were very wealthy, unlike me who came from a poor background. I kept it a secret until I graduated. Nevertheless, I made lots of friends at this school. I also did better academically the following year (2015-2016) after the adjustment. My stay there was fun. We have plays, festive performances, and even carnival rides every single year! During our foundation day a ferris wheel dressed in different colors would be built on the quadrangle. The ride was fun and exhilarating. The ferris wheel was different from the others that would go slow and steady.  This one would go round and round as fast as it could. I could still feel the cold breeze hitting warm cheeks, as we screamed at the top of our lungs. 

Just as fun it was, my relationship with my parents began to waver. To afford my tuition fees, they worked almost 24/7. My mother also began selling other goods besides cookies, like blouses, dresses, and shirts. My father began selling our jeepneys and helped my mother with her business. There would be times my brother was the one who was attending events and getting my card from school, and sometimes no one would attend. I continued at St. Mary's College until I graduated from elementary school in 2017.

We couldn't afford the continuous rise in fees, so I transferred to the Affordable Private Education Center (APEC Schools), in 2017. There is one particular subject called Life Labs. It encouraged us to find problems in our society and solve them. That subject helped me in public speaking and making friends. It required us to present our topics to the class, survey other people, and innovate. I was once voted as the representative of our class for a pageant of "Buwan Ng Wika". I told my mother about it and we bought my costume. When the day came my adviser told me if there wasn't someone coming for me. I shook my head because I knew they were too busy for me. We never won, but it was a unique experience.

I became a grade 8 student in 2018. I was voted as the class president as a joke and won , but it weighed heavily on me. In my mind, I had to be a role model to my classmates. We were previously known as the most hated class in our school. For me, the mistake of the class would be my mistake. I became uptight with myself and my classmates. I further  drove my friends away from me. It was sad, like I was alone on top of the world. I lost some friends, but I am grateful for those who stayed.

2019 came, oh how fast the time came that I became a Grade 9 student. I healed and became a better person. I was assigned to lead our class to make a costume representing the people of Batanes.  I developed my leadership skills because of that, but also I realized the weight of being a leader. The pressure and stress they bear is something admirable. How they put on the mask for the team while they suffer, because the whole team depends on them. They needed to be strong.

We approached 2020 with high hopes. Feng shui experts said that it was the year of business and in general, a lucky year. Well… They were wrong about that. We were overjoyed when there was an announcement of a class suspension for two whole weeks, but it turned into years. I really struggled coping with the pandemic, especially when we got infected with the deadly virus. A lot of issues came to light. Luckily, because of the lockdown, I fixed my relationship with my parents. Time flew by and “Online class” was introduced. I managed to love the studies of social sciences, we learned about governance and it was the reason I became a Humanities and Social Sciences (HUMSS) student shortly after. I was one step closer to becoming a senior high student. It was hard, but I managed to graduate Junior High School in 2021. 

I transferred to New Era University (NEU) in 2021. I studied there because my brother was an alumni at the school and it is 20 mins away from my house just in case face-to-face classes are implemented. It was tough, since I was the only one who took HUMSS in our friend group, but I’m glad I did. I managed to meet amazing people, who I can improve with. I managed to become more independent, to take charge of myself. 

We are now in the year 2022. I am turning 17 soon! My life had its ups and downs, but it was a very fun and fulfilling experience. I am glad that I never gave up and could taste the pain, love, and laughs life has.

[hazzibee]

A Master in Making

 Biography of Hayao Miyazaki

It is nice to reminisce about Saturday mornings watching Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, The Secret World of Arrietty, and many more with a cup of warm Milo on the side. The feeling of starting a new journey with every story brings nothing but peace, excitement, and satisfaction to our minds. Studio Ghibli has changed the childhoods of many people around the world with their magnificent and beautiful array of stories. Have you ever wondered how these colorful animations were made into reality and the man behind its curtains?

On January 5 1941, a master was born in the land of the rising sun, Japan. Hayao Miyazaki was the second son among his three siblings. His father is Katsuji Miyazaki, the owner of Miyazaki Airplane. The company manufactured airplane parts for World War II. Hayao described his relationship with his father as cold and distant. Yoshiko Miyazaki is his mother. She had a great influence on Miyazaki’s works, where women were portrayed as strong and independent like she was. She often questioned socially accepted norms and battled with her illness for nine years.

When he was a child, he felt like an outcast. He was told that he would not live past 20, because of his digestive problems. They later moved to Kanuma in 1945 due to the city-bombing. In 1947 he started school as an elementary student in Utsunomiya as an evacuee. This was also the year his mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis and battled with it until 1955. After he finished third grade, they moved back to Tokyo, where he finished his primary education at Omiya Elementary School.

He continued his education at Omiya Junior High School. During this time, manga rose in popularity. He dreamt of becoming a manga artist. He could not draw faces, but he did excellently at drawing airplanes, tanks, etc. He destroyed his earlier works. For Hayao, they were a replica of another artist's style, hindering his growth as an artist. When he was a Senior High Schooler, he discovered his love for the film after seeing the first colored animated Japanese film “The Tale of the White Serpent”

In 1956, he entered Gakushuin University where he majored in Political Science and economics. Throughout his college days, he joined a club named “Children's literature research club”.It was the closest thing to comics. They read and discussed European books and comics. This influenced his early works that incorporated European settings. Finally, in 1963, he graduated from college.

In the same year, he landed a job at “Toei Animation” as an in-between artist. Three months later, he got involved in the labor union and led the fight against social injustice. When 1964 came, he became the chief secretary of Toei's labor union. In the same year, he dated his coworker, Akemi Ota, who became his wife in October of 1965.

He worked as the chief animator, concept artist, and scene designer on “The Great Adventure of Horus, Prince of the Sun ” in 1965. His approach to animation was largely influenced as he worked with his mentor, Yasuo Ōtsuka during the production of this film. Another mentee was under Yasuo Ōtsuka’s wing, who is the director of the same film; Isao Takahata.

Mangas and countless adaptations were made during his career with Toei Animation until he left in August 1971. He was hired at A-Studio where he continued to work with Takahata until June 1973, when he moved to Zuiyō Eizō, which is now known as Nippon Animation (1975). After 5 years (1979), he left Nippon Animation for Telecom Animation Film, where he directed and trained its employees. 

Ideas were developed to adapt the comic “Rowlf ” written by Richard Corben. During this time he was interviewed by the editorial staff of Animage, where he showed his outlines and sketches and saw potential in Hayao’s work. The "Warring States Demon Castle” and the adaptation of the comic “Rowlf” were proposed but rejected. Despite that, they have come to an agreement for Hayao’s work to be published but not made into a film. It was titled “Nausicaa the valley of the wind” (Feb 1982-March 1994). He drew each chapter with a pencil, and printed it with monochrome ink for the magazine. He later resigned in 1982. 

Hayao was encouraged to work on Film Adaptation, which he initially refused, but then he changed his mind on the condition that he can direct. He chose “Nausicaa the valley of the wind”.He had difficulties with the screenplay as the manga only had 16 chapters. The mercury poisoning in Minamata bay inspired Hayao for the film to portray strong female characters that fight for the environment. It was released to the public on March 11, 1984, where it grossed ¥1.48 billion at the box office.

In June 1985, along with 3 other people, Hayao Mizaki founded “Studio Ghibli”. From 1986 to 1989, he directed 3 out of 4 films that the studio published at this time, including ” Laputa: Castle in the sky” (1986), ” My Neighbor Totoro” (April 1988), “Kiki’s Delivery Service” (July 1989). His works during this time were largely influenced by European settings.

Not until the 1990’s the Japanese elements slowly incorporated in his work because of the fall of the Soviet Union in 1990.‌ Studio Ghibli signed an agreement with Disney to distribute its films internationally in 1996. The following year, his film “Princess Mononoke” (1967), slowly gained popularity globally. In 2001, when he released “Spirited Away”, he won the Academy Award for the “best-animated feature”. In 2006, the international media Time magazine voted him one of the “Asian Heroes” of the past 60 years because of his contribution to the animated film industry. 

In 2013, the “Wind rises” was released as well as the announcement of his retirement was released to the public. When he was 74 years old, he received the Academy’s Honorary Award (2014). By this time the public had accepted the retirement of the master, but he announced in 2016 that he was directing another animated film titled “How Do You Live?”.It was revealed that the 17 mins of the film had only been made and wouldn't be released before 2022.

Amazingly, a master like him can’t stop creating. He said in an interview that he doesn’t watch his movies more than twice as he notices its flaws and regrets not striving for perfection. He believed that we should always seek for improvements and become the better version of ourselves. Even though he tried to retire many times, he couldn't help but create. As a young child, he witnessed the horrors of war. It became his motivation and his will to live, to put a smile on peoples faces with the colorful touch of emotions through his work. Creation that will shape future generations to come.

[hazzibee]

𝘼 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙞𝙧: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 2020

                             Figure 1: HazziBhie in the middle of the river

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 2020. 𝙍𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨  𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩.

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙒𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮; 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨  𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤! . 𝘿𝙪𝙨𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙯𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝘼 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙄  𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙊𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙮... 𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨. 𝙄 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮.

𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙.  𝙆𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧!

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙆𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩. 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨  𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙆𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮  𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙁𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨".

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣, 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮.𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧. 𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮-𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤!

                                             Figure 2:Traveling

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚.𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨,𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢.

𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙀𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 .

𝙄 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 “𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨” 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 "𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨".

                               Figure 3:Dimatubo Mother Falls

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A writing prompt: Dialogue#7

        Elijah taps his heel against the floor as love awaits his door. When a shadow suddenly hovered above his figure that women adore. He looked up and saw a young woman with rosy cheeks and a blinding smile. She waved at him, and then he stood up immediately and almost fell. Is it because of the spell? The woman chuckled at his gesture as Elijah smiled shyly while scratching his head. He pushed back her chair and sat across the table.        They quickly stole a glance of one another and, when their eyes met, butterflies filled their head. He got a pen and paper to put out the words inside his head. He gave the woman the paper and It said: “You look gorgeous”. The woman put her hair behind her ears to make her blush disappear, yet to no avail, it did not go anywhere near. The woman looked into his dark brown eyes and signed ” Just looking at you makes me smile” with a smile no one could put a price on.

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