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Everything Heartwork. <3 Hi @joyafable , dear twineee. #pressON #heavenward
Can you guess the materials used in this experiment? Hahaha. Kaleidoscope <3 #science #swirl
Spot the difference <3 #nerd #eyeglasses #draw #paint #sketch #notapro
The Fog and the Dew ⥠#mtmusuanpeak #bukidnon #fieldtrip2016 #longing
Hataw-Sayaw during the practice. <3 Together with my partner, Ann. #qualified #CED-IDSWanmelyonDT
Our Joy is Set Before Him. <3 #mentormentee #SURIgirls #jesusbethecenterofourlife
In your freindship, always choose God ... our friends makes us better, but only God can make us 10x better. <3 Let's us keep the fire burning together; One God, One Team, One Mission. #GOALS #squadgoals
Who's name is in these Japanese characters? Wonderin' tho. By the way, that's my name. :D Sent my gratitudes to my big sister. :*
âWhere two or three are gathered together in My Name, there am I in the midst of themâ (Mat 18:20) 121 Journey on Chap 3 <3 I'm so excited for this brave new woman, in Christ. :) #HGMD #discipleshipisrelationship
Details on the earthquake last night at East of Brgy Luna, Surigao City, Philippines. Got it from USGS (earthquake.usgs.gov), the latest earthquake detecting web source we used last year on our Earth Science Class. #GODisindeedfaithful #nocasualties âĄ
Let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. (Song of Solomon 7:12) #florafauna #lifefromlife #bloom #love #HisVineyard
To write is to..
To write is to express ideas in both verbal and non-verbal form. You must have the passion to write so that your ideas will be well-presented. There are lots of ideas that you can jot down on your journals, it can be about life and others. Writing also involves us to inform, communicate and relate to the lives of others. Always remember that you cannot write without reading, so read a lot of books to gather more ideas. Writing in academic aspect, leads us to success and helps us to go beyond. - Caitlin Andrea Perral
To write is to live again. We are all dwelling in a world we ought to live differently. Kept within our minds are our own thoughts- a new creation and a new world full of wonders, dreams and passion. The key to unleash this magic lies within our pen and our paper. We long to share this wonder and writing is the answer thatâs why to write is to live again the life weâve always been dreaming for. " - Jireh Solis
To write is to read. You cannot give what you donât have. Of course, in writing you canât easily just write if you donât have the ability to do it. One thing that you can do, is to read and to read a lot. You will be able to write if you widen your imaginations through reading. Thatâs why, expose yourself in reading. Reading helps you to think critically. Therefore, writing and reading goes together. It canât be separated. -Dency Marie Caballero
To write is to express what you are feeling. As for me, writing is a best medicine, a comforter. You can write if you donât want to share your feelings or emotions to others. When you donât know where and who would you run to. When no one is there to hear or to listen and when your world seems to be upside down. Through writing you can cry in silence. Your tears can be words and your catching of breaths can be paragraphs. Through writing you can explode with joy; you can express everything because writing has no limitations. -Anabelle Joy Cimafranca
To write is to be understood. Writing has a similar purpose to the pores present in our skin, it gives entry to ideas and gives way for the thoughts to be evaporated and expressed out. It can be a conduit in the transfer of ideas, feelings and learnings. Once the ideas engraved in the brain are presented out, the only thing left is for the readers to accept and analyze the ideas written. The readers maybe fickle but what is important is that the ideas are expressed. Reactions may differ, but having readers to react to a writing means that they have understood the point, thought it is taken into different perspectives. -Sophia Nadenn Aguilar
Mystery Case Report
We, the W.W.P agents investigated about the case of the Boucher house explosion. After years of gathering evidences it led us to this:
(Camillaâs POV)
âI AM YOUR REAL FATHER!â
In the night of November 4, 2008 â I was stuck between reality and truth. Is he really my father? I grew up knowing him as my father.âThis school is known to produce good fruits. You should take an exam here.â âHappy birthday darling!â Butâhe was also -- âWhat were you thinking?!â, âStupid.â Noooo. I was in tears with this piece of paper at hand that completely turn my reality upside down.
The next day, I went home early to talk to dad. I had to know the truth. Was that guy telling the truth? âHey dad âŚâ He looked at me then turned his eyes back again to the papers. âIâm busy, the buyers for this house is coming tonight.â So I went inside the room.
(Agents POV)
Camilla was devastated. Things were flashing back, things that were consuming her. She spent a few Christmas under the falling snow and the Hot Choco. Her face frowned, her parents told her that they lived in Spain their entire life. Yet, why does she have such memories?
She decided to join the Navy. She was working under THAT guy. She had to clear things up; to fight for her real identity- her real parents. Slowly during her training she linked with that guy. He laughed similarly as she did. He loved the same genre of music that she did. They have lots of similarities. Gradually, she opened herself for that guy, she felt comfortable and okay. The thought of her being the daughter of that guy was making sense.
She wanted to know more about the history of her family so she searched everything, in the attic, in the basement, and in her parentâs cabinet. She had to find facts. She had to straighten things up. The search was taking so long so she decided to pause and take a break. She went to the living room and went for the couch. She was staring at the ceiling with her mind wandering off, and then she noticed something peculiar near the light bulb. There was a compact disk. To feed her curiosity, she reached for the compact disk. In it were files that are confidential. She discovered videos of a man and a woman with a face similar to hers. She focused on the man and remembered the guy that told her that he was her real father. There was a girl that has similar features as hers. It was Camilla with her were four other children, twin boys and two girls. They looked familiar. Then shots were heard. The woman in the video fell down on her knees and her forehead was bleeding. Tears came dropping out of her and she realized that they were them. The woman killed was her mom. The only thing that sought her mind was vengeance, justice and freedom.
She was swallowed by her anger and planned for something to avenge her mother. She told the truth to her siblings and they were fuelled up. They were united for one cause- to avenge their mother.
She planned to burn the house. It was easy because the house was being renovated. The water supply was temporarily cut off. Along with her four siblings, they plot of the whole scenario.
On Sunday evening of December 4, 2008 all except the four of the siblings were deeply asleep. Having been instructed by their eldest sister, they locked all possible exits and kept away all escape tools. They turned on the gas range and poured gasoline in all corners leaving a trail outside the house where they initiated the start of the fire. Being already away from the house, they hurriedly ran and went a far to the place their sister had told them to go. The fire erupted in the middle of the night around 2am. Only two Boucher children were rescued by Mr. and Mrs. Boucher while the other four, as what they thought to be, went missing.
The culprit was Camilla. Boucher house explosion, case solved. Â Â
âLike branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions⌠but our roots remain the sameâ
Here we are, the Solis family. Papa, the one on the left is a pastor and mama the one on the right is a private employee. My parents are very hardworking both of them always find ways to provide what the family needs. Above, are the pictures of me and my brother Psalm who is 11 yrs old today. I call him âbabyâ although he doesnât want to be called by that, I still use that name to tease him. In that way, we build closer bonds. Weâre not that rich but we have what it needs to be happy; we have each other.
- Jireh Solis
Family would be the greatest gift that God gave. A family that you can call yours would be the most valuable treasure that you can treasure; it should not be taken for granted.
Every one hopes to have a family thatâs perfect. Nothing is perfect. It depends on how you look and appreciate things. Iâm loved and blessed to have a family, a family that can accept me and can understand me. Theyâre the ones that God had given to me and that would be one of the things that Iâd be grateful for.
- Dency Marie Caballero
THE ORIGIN
A family is a group of people united by certain convictions. We have different roles but we function as one. My family is like a tree, we are strong. Not even storms and hurricanes can destroy us. God is our root, without him that holds us together, there would be no stem, which is my parents, that stands broad for us. We are the fruits. By the time that weâre ready for harvest, our parents will let go of us proudly and with dignity for they shaped us well. We are of good quality.
- Sophia Nadenn Aguilar