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Mark Vincent Lim grew up in San Jose Del Monte City, Bulacan. He was born on July 8, 1996 and is now 14 years old. He is a scholar of the Philippine Science High School - Central Luzon Campus in Clark, Pam-panga. He loves to tell jokes and in that way, he could make his friends happy. He laughs out loud every time. That’s why it is easy to know if he has a problem — if he is silent. He is fond of musical instruments that is why he loves being the bassist of the band, Barkada ni Edu. His parents, classmates and loves ones were his inspirations in making his literary genres. He hopes that you’ll find time in reading this literary folio and have fun at the same time.

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My First Singing Experience

Building Blocks as a Child

My First Enemy

My First Tooth

My First Teacher

Meet the Bubbles

My First Day Out

Remember The Eyebrows

Little Miss 2001

With My Own, Two Feet

First Memorable Christmas

Indescribable Feeling

My First Wound

My First Family Vehicle

My First Dream

Flood Memoirs

A Lump Of Gold On The Sidewalk

Can I Play?

Best Friends Are Your Best Enemies

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—Sunrise—




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My First Participation In A Singing Contest

Getting Older in Gaming

Newest Best Friend

My First Vaccine

My Favorite High School Teacher

Meet The Experts

First Sneaking Out

Pick Your Friends

Pioneer And Champ

The Girl I Wanted

The First Time I Celebrated Valentine

Still Love

First Time I Got Heartbroken

My First Flight

My First Achievement

Sheltering Rain

Heart Of Glass

I Can Play!

The Fight Of Five Versus One

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My First Singing Experience

Roma Elaine S. Cruz I was half asleep in the car when I heard my mom talk with my aunt about the first song that I sang. I could still remember myself watching Mulan when I was a kid. They said, I sang “Reflection” at the age of four. I mimicked the actions of the main charac-ter. My parents were amazed of my potential to sing. They made me attend a workshop after I learned how to read and write. Looking back to the day I first sang “Reflection”, I felt unashamed of the people who watched me. I wasn’t shy when I sang and portrayed the role of Mulan. I used the whole living room when I did it. I even had some props with me. I had used a mirror as the main character used hers. I borrowed a toy sword from my cousin when the scene that Mulan was pretending to be a warrior was taking place. Childhood is so memorable in such ways. Those days enabled me to explore my gift further. I did not only sing but I also tried declaiming after that encoun-ter. I wish I could do the cute thing again.




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Building Blocks As A Child Patrick Joshua Elazegui

I was a child, like everyone else But Lego was my favorite toy, from my bone to my cells

As a child, I played my first game with it By bashing them into each other while I sit

Bashing them was a fun activity While admiring their longevity

The fun of building things And then taking them apart as they cling

I built Lego barricades and walls

And threw Pieces of Lego at them as the thing falls I also built Lego houses and cars

Then destroyed them using Lego jars

This was the first game I played as a child Which was bashing Lego aggressively while they piled




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My First Enemy Trisha Ann Erasga

When I was younger, I got into different fights. It is not because I’m a war-freak but because I wanted to protect my friends.

I will never forget my first real fight. I was in grade one. My best friends, who were Arniven, Angela, and Sarah, were always with me. My school is in the same compound where my mother was working. I never had any problem with going home, but my friends, they had their nannies to fetch them.

One time, Angela’s service came late. I had to be with her. I had no choice. Sarah and Arniven agreed to wait for An-gela’s service. We played in the playground. When we became tired, we went to the high school department. We ran in the corri-dors, entered empty classrooms, and stayed at the stairs.

I can still remember there was a bully in school. If I wasn’t wrong, his name is Carlo. He was a grade four student. He was always bullying us. He always gets my friends’ bags and lets them chase him. I hated him for that.

This time, he saw us, in front of the school clinic. He chased us. I was mad. We cannot do anything but run. After all, he is three years older than us. He got Sarah’s books and Angela’s bag. Arniven was so afraid, she ran up the stairs. Angela and Sarah followed her. Carlo did what I expected. He bullied us, called us cry babies, and laughed too much. Angela was so afraid, she cried. I was SO mad. Did you know what I did? I ran towards him and punched him in his right chest. He accidentally dropped Sarah’s books and left Angela’s bag.

I was happy after I did that. He never bullied us after that incident. Maybe he realized that we, especially I, can now stand up to him.




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My First Tooth Gamaliel Esguerra

Through the house what busy joy,

Just because the infant boy My gums became itchy And I’m already sleepy

So I had a hard time of sleeping Until my mother sing

Next morning I woke up,

I felt something hard in my mouth, This feeling made me stop,

North, East , West and South I don’t know what it is,

Mother, Father, what is it?

My mother saw it and smile, A smile that was a mile,

Hugging me so tight, Made lose my sight,

Saying, “Baby, it’s your first tooth”




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My First Teacher Mary Cathryn Madolora

Determined you taught me You helped me shaped my future

Unfortunately you weren't able to see How your student actually turned out to be

How untimely of your departure How unfortunate of your egress

I couldn't hold your hand When you were put to rest

We first met in daycare

You taught me to read and write For these lessons I am grateful But I wish my memory lingers

As you thought your last thoughts




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Meet the Bubbles Figueroa, Acer Jian T.

I spy with my little eyes some transparent spheres of different sizes. One, two, three… ah, they’re many.

Just guess what is it? I was once a playful boy during 1990’s

And I’ve marked many stories – my childhood to now – to everyone I meet.

Meet the Bubbles I am with my aunt taking pictures of me by that time

I was holding container with a green substance and a handle with a hole in it.

My aunt taught me how to do it and so I learned That’s not the experiment yet

While taking a picture of my sister, I blew some bubbles in front of the camera, but

It still seemed clear and the light passed through it. That time, I’ve found out that there are clear things (transparent), not so clear

things (translucent), and vague things (opaque). Meet the Bubbles




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First Day Out Angelita Pangilinan

Some memories in our lives just go on and leave us without us noticing. That goes the same with people. Some-times, memories just fade away without leaving a mark for us to remember that they passed by. Sometimes, it takes courage to ask people around you. Maybe, they haven’t forgotten about that memory yet. That was what I did. I asked my parents about y first day out with them. My cousins usually tease me. Going outside the house was never fun for me. I wasn’t the sporty type. My immune system isn’t that strong so my parents have to take extra care of me to make sure that I get no disease and stay healthy. I suppose that was the reason why my first day out with my family occurred quite late than the normal. I can still remember my parent’s reaction when I asked them about our first day out. It was pure shock and after my question sunk onto them, they laughed at me while saying, “How can you forget? You were the one who told us that that was the happiest moment of your life!” Suddenly, I felt an eerie feeling. They showed me a picture. I was so happy in that photo. That was when I remembered. Yes, that day was one of the happiest days of my entire exis-tence. That was the day that I met him. Fifth of February, year 1999. I was two years old back then. My parents decided to go my grandparents’ house for a change before, they used to be the ones who go and visit us. Its location was nice. There was a santol tree near the house and from there; you can see a river flowing endlessly. It was a nice view and moment. All thanks to a rock, my moment with Mother Nature got interrupted.




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Somebody threw a rock to me. He said, “Stay away from my tree!” Since then, I was already stubborn so I shouted back at him and the shouting continued until both of our parents went out to check what the commotion was all about. He was wearing a school uniform. Our parents went inside and had a chat. They seem so happy they forgot about us! I stood on the dike. He suddenly approached me. I was so scared! I thought he’d push me down to the river. All my fears vanished because he suddenly apologized to me and started talking about why he stoned me, why he is like that, etc. We have gotten to know each other so I realized that we were 7years apart. I also knew his name, his likes and his hobbies. That was the day that I first made a friend.




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Remember the Eyebrows Aldrian Jason Gigante

The sun was absolutely bright The sky was so blue

The clouds were cotton white The feeling was incredibly new

A classmate I discover

In the middle of the room A friend I found

In the midst of the crowd

His eyes were so black His brows were so thick

His skin was so white He was so stout

He smiles a lot

He laughs more He frowns not

He doesn’t even bore

He is my very first friend No, he is not my fiend

Although he looks irregular I assure you he’s perfectly normal

Remember the Eyebrows Aldrian Jason Gigante

The sun was absolutely bright The sky was so blue

The clouds were cotton white The feeling was incredibly new

A classmate I discover

In the middle of the room A friend I found

In the midst of the crowd

His eyes were so black His brows were so thick

His skin was so white He was so stout

He smiles a lot

He laughs more He frowns not

He doesn’t even bore

He is my very first friend No, he is not my fiend

Although he looks irregular I assure you he’s perfectly normal




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Little Miss 2001

Ana Viel Beatrix Perlas

Wearing a gown, the little girl waited Waiting for her name to be said The contest is about to begin

But she is all nervous to give in

On the stage she went With her looks that were almost bent

She walks down the aisle And all she does is to smile

She sang a song she had practiced for quite a while But yes, she looks shy as everyone defined

For her, the song is as long as a mile But then her number wasn’t cruel to mankind

Then, the host asked a question to her As a child, she answered sarcastically

There came an applause for her Because of her cute strategy

The girl together with other contestants Waited at the backstage as mentors said

She sat and sat and sat --- while singing a chant For she was nervous and was almost red

Wearing a gown, the little girl waited Waiting for her name to be said She prayed that she would win

And be contented with what was therein

She peeked at the window And was amazed with the show! She was entitled 1st runner up

And of course, was happy with what was up.




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With My Own, Two Feet Mark Vincent Lim

I can barely recall the first time I was able to walk. The only remaining memories I have concerning me walking during my childhood aren’t really clear; the details are hazy and I’m not even sure if the bits of memory I recall is really about my first walk. I have asked my mother several times about it and I’m sur-prised that even after several years, she hasn’t forgotten.

I was always practicing on how to stand properly and mom was there supporting me. I can stand properly then, yes, but only for a few moments. I tried and I tried, but I always fell on my back. There came a time when I can stand without being held by my parents. When I got used to that, they tried to help me walk on my own. I did my best to take my steps but I always fell. I tried and I tried until one day, I was able to take one step, two steps… I was actually walking! My mother told me she was so happy at that time. After I took a couple of steps, I fell again – but that did-n’t really matter. I was able to do it with my own two feet. My first walk was when I was two years of age. Some say it’s a little late. However, it didn’t matter too much – it was still something I am able to do by myself and I’m proud of it.




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First Memorable Christmas Mara Belle Esther Quirino

God said “Have my care that never breaks”, “Have my smile that never fades” “Have my words that never hurt” “Have my love that never ends”

15 years of existing and living 15 years of celebrating Christmas

15 years of giving and loving 15 years of celebrating Christmas

Christmas is all about the birth of Christ It’s all about the celebration and countdown at night

It’s all about giving gifts and bright lights It’s all about giving love for what is right.

My first Christmas that I can remember Is when the first time I act as a loner

I was seven at that age And like a bird,, I want to go out of my own cage

At first, that Christmas was sad Because to my dad, I am mad

But that madness did not last Because my dad gave his gift to me, at last.




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Indescribable Feeling Hans Christian Marin

A feeling so unsure

Never thought that I could lure First time I ever felt this

And I’m still denying this

I knew I’m still a child So I’m not taking this in mild

But what can my brain do, If my heart feels something for you

They say that this is just an admiration

But she’s my classmate, seatmate and my best friend Honestly, she’s the first girl that became my friend

With our closeness that grew in just a short duration

As time goes by, I’m starting to feel something When I’m with you, I don’t feel bad even a thing

But I’m still on a denial state Because having a crush is the least thing that I could ever state

When she went to a different school

Without even saying goodbye to me in any tool How lonely I have really became

Because now, I’m like an actor who had lost his fame

Since then, I never really wanted to have a crush Because in my childhood, nobody knew that I ever had a crush

But with the years I have spent with her as my best friend turned-out crush I can’t deny now that for the first time since birth, she’s my first crush




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My First Wound Robin Kamille Ramos

Mr. Sun smiled at me from the sky Clouds above were like beds of cotton

Birds up there made me want to fly

I am free, I am free I ran and ran with the singing breeze

I dance with the flowers, swayed with the tree I yelled, I shouted, I didn’t plan to cease

Thud! The sweet moment had ended

Laughter walked away, tears went to fall Blood in sight, oh my, I see red!

“Mother! Mother!” I started to desperately call

Though everything went wrong as the credits roll Today, life had taught me a lesson

Every time failure made me cry and fall I have learned to stand up and go on




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My First Family Vehicle Ivan Noriel Miranda

I was young back then

Maybe eight, nine or ten I did not travel much just at home eating lunch

I just watched television

I just sat there without a mission Until the day we brought a new van Now, we don't need to walk or run

We now travel to distant lands Before these, we make plans So our trips will be smooth And our moods will be good




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My First Dream Rachel Anne Sengco

The very first dream I had wanted to make come true was the one that I could never forget. I never forgot about it and lately, it’s consuming a large portion of my

mind. It was probably the dream that has the greatest im-pact on me, my actions and my hobbies. Some evidence

proving this can be seen in me until now. Even so, it’s a dream that has a very fat chance of coming true. That is, becoming a world-renowned fashion de-signer. For almost as long as I could remember, I’ve been watching television ever since. I watched so many things that I wasn’t able to keep count of all of them. At that time, it was cartoons, anime, and fashion-related reality shows that captured me. I was always fascinated by pretty clothes, splendid color combinations, and various textures that I saw. My mother isn’t good at drawing – or so she says – but my father is really good. When I get bored or when I get motivated, I ask for a piece of paper, a pencil and my set of crayons and I would start drawing a stand-ing figure wearing things that [now] to me looked a little like Victorian with all the ribbons and ruffles and the full-length gown. My drawings back then sucked; but people used to say I was good for my age. As for me, I was never satisfied. I wanted more. I desperately searched for perfec-tion. I was very young but I was ambitious. I set the goal that at this age, my drawings will be better that… and so on. I loved drawing so much that I was able to influence my little sister. I don’t remember if we had the same




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dream but from that point on, I got obsessed on drawing gowns, dresses, modern attire, and a proportional body. Back then, I wasn’t stupid; I was just an illusion-ist. I had more to me than drawing. I knew it wasn’t prac-tical to be pursuing such a dream. I’m not rich, and if I failed, I’d have nothing to back me up. I didn’t care too much about my future so I told my parents about it only a couple of times. They spun beautiful words of encourage-ment and told me to do as I please for my future. I was somehow happy about it but like I said, I wasn’t stupid. I know what a big lie that is. I know I could do what I want but that freedom has its limitations. If my family was ei-ther richer, or both my parents are less than doctors, I know it would be a little more possible. Furthermore, I was ambitious enough to be realistic which is why I didn’t cling too much to that dream, which later became re-duced to something a little more than a hobby. Even after it ceased to be my dream for the fu-ture, I never stopped drawing. As a child, I developed ob-sessions over art materials, paper, and colorful cutouts from newspapers and magazines – all of which are wear-able things. I realized that it wasn’t my dream that pro-pelled me to love art – it’s the opposite – art drove me to develop such a dream. To this day, my love for art has never faltered. As a child, dreams can change easily so it wasn’t that big a problem to find a better one. However, my obsession over wardrobes has some-how returned the memories of my first dream linger today.




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Splash! Splash! Swimming in a rain flood

Run! Run! Playing with my best bud

Yipee! Yey! Feeling like we won't stop Little boy get back here!

Shouts my angry mom

Flood Memoirs Paul Emil Ongoco




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A Lump of Gold on the Sidewalk Jazmine Day Vallejos

Once a poor man was pacing back and forth Worrying what the things in this world are worth

When he saw something shiny on the sidewalk He picked it up and became unable to talk.

He thought, ”If only I’m not this old,

I would jump and shout, ‘Thank God for this lump of gold!’” Because of his luck, he just smiled and was grateful This scene made the rest of his life very wonderful.

Like this lump of gold, many are the moments

That are so important yet forgotten This I realized during a class discussion

About a topic which I thought wouldn’t require much attention.

Then our teacher asked us, “When was the first time you cried?” I wasn’t able to answer the question no matter how hard I tried

That’s when he reminded me about the most important event in my life— The day when God brought me to life.

I must say I’m very sensitive enough To cry more frequently than laugh

Still, this is for my feelings to be expressed On different occasions in my life, be it the worst or the best.

Some say crying is for the weak

For those who aren’t strong enough and meek What they don’t know is that crying is a sign

God made to tell you, “You’re alive and mine.”




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Can I Play? Daniel Roxas

Dear Diary, I am five years old already and I still can’t play to other children. It is because I need to focus on my studies even though I am still young. I can’t play because I have lots of things to do that is re-lated in school. I am turning into six tomorrow and I still can’t play. That’s why I asked my parents if I may play when I am six years old already and they answered yes. I am very happy this day be-cause I can play already. During my birthday cele-bration, I play with my cousins, and my first game that I played when I was a child and just have a little thought of everything is hide-and-seek.




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Best friends Are Your Best enemies

Charisama Zabala

“This day started nice, not until a silly incident hap-pened.”

This sunny and ordinary morning started fine. I had a wonderful sleep filled with a wonderful dream. As I opened my eyes, the warm sunlight that slowly bids hello activated a good mood within me. I stood from my bed and gave my day a sweet grin as I headed towards the door. I ate a bountiful meal and had a good bath. When I was about to wear my clothes, I was quite puzzled. Where is my uniform? I searched around the room and found my PE uniform. “Why PE uniform?” I won-dered for a long time. Oh! I remember! This is our Field Dem-onstration Day wherein we get to perform by year in our wide field. I jumped in excitement and rushed outside the house. I waited for our school bus for several minutes. I was a bit nerv-ous that time. I thought that I would be with the second batch of students in our bus. “No!” I exclaimed. My sisters who were always with the second batch were still asleep. I still have the chance to go to school early! Suddenly, I took a step and saw our bus on the horizon. Hurrah! I was dancing with happiness while my mother is watching and laughing. I gave her a kiss and went inside the bus. Being with the higher years is a bit awkward especially when you’re just in kindergarten but I just looked forward for the upcoming event. I waved goodbye to our driver, Kuya Ato,




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and showed my ID to Mr. Not-so-friendly-security-guard. The rooms of the early years were not that far from the gate which gives us an advantage in the term early. I was very pleased to see my two best friends, Kenji and Lourdes. I started to play with them in the playground in front of our classroom before our teacher called our attention to fall in line for the ceremony. While walking, I am beside Kenji and started a conversation. After a minute, I started telling unpleasant puns about him and he got very mad. I gave him my apology but he still didn’t want to talk. I sought help from Lourdes. She said that the only thing that can fix this problem is to kiss Kenji. I hesitated at first but because she is my best friend, I should trust her. I waited for the right mo-ment. It was hard to perform when my best friend is angry. It really bothers me. After the performances, the students and pupils proceed to the gym. Now’s the chance. I sat beside Kenji and kissed him. Unfortunately, my sister caught me and took a picture! I really hated this day.




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My Participation in a Singing Contest Roma Elaine S. Cruz

Seven years after I quitted training in singing

I challenged myself to join a competition. I wasn’t prepared but I tried my best

To practice a good song within one night.

A night is not enough to find, practice and master a song So I slept a little to have more time.

Along, I accomplished my entry for another contest I felt so tired. Indeed, I struggled.

In the morning, it was time to hit the notes. I was completely drained after a night of toil

Unfortunately, my throat was sore. I fell quite short in that fleeting moment.

I wish I can make them overlook my performance

I tried to sing with a moving stance A soft and soothing melody came

From my throat that felt so parched.

The day of the awarding came. It was time to know what I have achieved.

After the gruelling experience, Second place was their verdict for my first singing contest




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Getting Older in Gaming Patrick Joshua Elazegui

When I was a kid, Lego was great Now that I’m older, I play games at an alarming rate

The first Mature rated game I played was Dawn of War It was a game that was full of gore

It was rated Mature for obvious reason Violence and gore filled it since its dawn

It also had some bad words And alien races in different worlds

But now that I’m older, I can tolerate this Unlike when I was a kid, Which can even tolerate the slightest hiss

Blood and gore are almost nothing to me now But I still can’t tolerate some, so I will just bow




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Newest Best FrieNd Trisha Ann Erasga

In a teenager’s life, I can tell you, there are many things that would happen in your life UNEX-PECTEDLY. Well, in my case, I had TOO MANY best friends that I could not really count how many they really are. Jenina, Bea, Cyrene, Cha, Katsy, Jazmine, Austin, Hans, all of them became my best friends! But now, I had ANOTHER best friend. He’s nice. He has A LOT of friends, tons of them! He’s kind. He helps me in different ways. He is thoughtful, just like a brother. He knows my secrets but promised to me that he would not tell anyone, and he never did tell anyone (as far as I know). He’s funny. He never forgets to make us all laugh. His jokes never fail to make us happy. I’m happy when I’m with him, or at least when I get the chance to talk to him. I could remember, we had a fight once. I was very mad at him. At first, he thought I was fooling around. I did not talk to him the whole time we were together. It’s like I never met him. After some time, he realized I was really angry. He tried to apologize but I was too mad to accept his sorry. He apologized for like ten times! In the end, I forgave him because he IS my best friend after all.




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My First Vaccine Gamaliel Esguerra

Vaccination is a medical process that pre-vents the body from a particular disease. A baby must have this kind of medication to improve his immune system. But having a vaccine s not 100% assurance that you won't get that particu-lar disease. For example, you have injected an anti-measles vaccine to your body, it doesn't mean that it you have already a full immuniza-tion from the measles. MY first vaccine that was injected to my body was the anti-polio vaccine. I had it in PJG hospital in Cabanatuan City, Nueva Ecija. For this case, the vaccine was effective enough that's why I have no imbalance or abnormal muscles or bones. Vaccines are very important to everybody that's why many scientists now are continu-ously discovering more and new vaccines to fight to many and new diseases.




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My Favorite High School Teacher Mary Cathryn Madolora

She made physics seem easy

I dunno how she did it Well of course with loads of experience

She knows every trick

She's not just a teacher But a very good friend 'Cause she got my back

Whenever I'm in despair

I feel lucky I knew her I'm one of her lasts

In teaching she is steadfast And every student she loved




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Meet the Experts

Acer Jian Figueroa

Turning left, right, left, right of the building, I imagine myself being there growing

Helping another me as if I am standing

Knocking on their door with a rhythm And I saw a laboratory team

Chemists as they seem

I sometimes see them laughing, Most of the time dedicated to something

And of course unsmiling

Together with them, oh what a team Without them, hmm it’s so dim

Just like an ice cream

I had a face-to-face with them, sure thing Just hope it wouldn’t be a bad thing

Because it would really be a sting

I’ve wasted five stanzas and fifteen lines just to say, hey I have met scientists, what you say

Apprentice Today A scientist someday




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First Sneaking Out Angelita Pangilinan

Everyone experiences sneaking out. Oh, come on! Don’t be a hypocrite! I know you do! Almost all teenagers tend to sneak out to get what they want. Most of the time, the results aren’t that good but these results teach us lessons that we can use until the end of time. Maybe, it sounds funny but I’m not kidding! Sometimes, we shouldn’t just set things aside with-out even paying attention to them. I admit, I had fun when I first sneaked out. It happened during my last year on elementary. I and four other students from Balanga went to a seminar about journalism that was held in Pampanga. We stayed there for about four days and three nights. It was funny because I had my first SM experience dur-ing our second to the last stay there. We went to SM to relax and unwind after seeing a ghost that freaked us out. Our teacher told us to never leave the group without permission but because I was so excited and stubborn back then, I sneaked out and went around alone. At first I was with a friend who came with us but I lost her. She moves around the mall so much. I panicked at that time. I can feel the tears threatening to fall any minute but I held them back. Maybe, that was God’s will so




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I can be independent and have fun on my own. I went around the mall, bought stuff, looked at things and even rode an eleva-tor for the first time. I remember buying a magnetic black brace-let. I suddenly found myself on the second floor of the build-ing. I remember going up using the elevator then I roamed around. Luck wasn’t with me that day so I can’t remember where the elevator was. Have I mentioned my fear of heights and escalators? I was looking for the quickest way down be-cause it was time for us to go home already. The only thing I found was the stupid escalator. It was very high! I got scared but I didn’t let my fear get on my way. I still stepped on but af-ter the ‘second step’ of the elevator (compare it to your second step when using the stairs), I feel all the way down. I was very embarrassed. I heard people from the second floor exclaim how pitiful I was. I ran to the exit and I found my teachers and co – students there. They didn’t know a thing but they did saw how red my face was at that time. On my first sneaking out experience, I learned a les-son – never disobey what your guardian/ teacher told you to do so. This lesson never escaped my mind because I can now proudly say that I can now do it on my own without making a fool out of myself.




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Pick Your Friends Aldrian Jason Gigante

The sun was up and it was hot The wind was strong and it was cold The sky was clear without the clouds

But not with the flying cars

My friend asked about me Not only me but my loved one, too

I offered my diary But banned some pages of it

He promised to read it not He promised to tell it not

He raised his hand and promised And as a friend I trusted him

I trusted him with my secrets

I trusted him with my life I trusted him with my diary

But he still betrayed me

The fool I am trusted him The fool I am believed in him

The fool I am treated him like a friend But he was just a hidden fiend

He ruined everything I did

He ruined everything I’m doing He ruined everything I will do

But I will ruin him, too

I promise now to help him not I promise now to trust him not I promise not that he will pay

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Pioneer and Champ Ana Viel Beatrix Perlas

It was afternoon. It was Saturday. It was February 21, 2010. It was the day the contest was held.

I should say what happened was a success. We came in 2nd at the Interpretative Dance Competition and 1st at the first ever Junk Art Fashion Show. It was surprising for me though. It is because this was our first time.

We arrived prepared. And yes, we were the first to arrive. We were excited and of course--- nervous. We watched other contestants getting ready. Boy, they were great. See-ing them prepare makes us more nervous.

Nervous, nervous, nervous. Here we are. Our first Interpretative Dance Contest. We were designated as the last group to perform. We became confident as the others performed. We were sure that we prepared and can beat them--- maybe.

So here, we came with shaking cold hands. The music started. We just did our best--- and had fun.

I changed clothes and got ready for the next contest.

Again, I was the last contestant. Yes, I was nervous but the loud cheer of my friends gave me the drive to over-come my nervousness. I did my best and just proved that the school deserved to win. And we did.

What’s our secret? We just had fun and enjoyed the game. Who knows? You might win! Don’t let yourself regret that you did not do your 110% best. Just enjoy, then you’ll have the best results.




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The Girl I Wanted Mark Vincent Lim

March 26, 2010

Dear Diary,

A love song was played. It signaled the moment, the moment that I will never not recall. At first, I was in uncer-tainty. I can still bear in mind the minute when I can’t even shift my fingers for her mother was after me. I did not stand up until a teacher pulled me up. As I realized that the teacher was taking me to the girl I wanted, I freed my hands from hers. I walked straight to the girl I wanted. With my trem-bling voice, I asked her if we could dance. It was funny how she grabbed my left hand to go to her mother and ask for permission. The mother of the girl I wanted smilingly agreed and before we went to the heart of the opportunity, she took a photograph of us.

Am I dreaming? I was in front of the girl I wanted. I asked girl I wanted if I could put my right hand on her waist and my left hand on her left shoulder. The girl I wanted agreed with her charming smile. The girl I wanted asked me what foot to step first. I smiled back at her. We both swayed to the right, then to the left. As the song kept on playing, I stared at the sparkling eyes of the girl I wanted. As she stared at me too, I told her how much I love her. We kept dancing until my band members and I decided to offer the girls we wanted a song.

It was indeed a lovely night, an unforgettable one. Would I forget the night I expressed my affection to the girl I wanted?




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The First Time I Celebrated Valentine Mara Belle Esther Quirino

Roses are red,

Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, And so are you.

That line is so popular every Valentine’s Day. So how

do you celebrate your Valentine’s Day? Many teenagers are celebrating their Valentine’s Day with their love one. Some are having their date; some will just give their gift, some stay in their home with their loved one, some celebrate with their friends, some celebrate alone, and some do not celebrate. Just like the other teenagers, I do not celebrate Valen-tine’s Day because I don’t have a special someone to celebrate with. I spent most of the day at home or at school. As what I said a while ago, I normally do not celebrate Valentine’s Day, but the first time I celebrated the Valentine’s Day was on February 14, 2004. It was a double celebration: Valentine’s Day and Quirino Family Reunion. My grandfather’s sister rent the Kamay Kainan for our setting. Kamay Kainan in Cubao, it’s where our family cele-brated the Valentine’s Day together. I’ve met many members of the family but not all of them because my grandfather said that some of them live in Baguio and some live outside the country. February 14, 2004, this date became memorable be-cause it was the first time that I came to our family reunion and the first time I celebrated the Valentine’s Day that normally I do not celebrate. As my grandfather said, Valentine is not about gifts and celebrations; it’s about the love that you share with every-one. Actually, I agree with him.




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Still Love Hans Christian E. Marin

This is not just a feeling of admiration Nor is it just a feeling of infatuation

Because the feeling is so mutual And I don’t take it as a ritual

She just stands out from every girl in my sight

And with that, I feel like I’m a knight A knight that will come to save her in any of her darkest night

That I will do everything for her in every might

Well, I really think that love is corny But when I met you, I now think of love differently

Because with you, everything is perfect With your appearance so intellect

Every time I see your eyes

It shines down bright on me Then it freezes me like an ice

And that maybe is the reason why I love you in thee

From my adolescence to teenage transition You make me live a teenage dream even if in your heart, I have no position

With your killer smiles And oh your elegant styles

In the end, I realized that I’m still a teen

And that, I have not seen Because this feeling was just a puppy love

But still, it is love.




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First Time I Got Heartbroken Robin Kamille Ramos

Will the wind continue blowing?

Carry my fears and qualms Blow away the sweet memories

Make me forget the lies and deception

Will the waves keep on crashing? Wash away the loneliness Rinse the tears and cries

Drown all the voices in my head

Will my heart stop working? Every beat shouts your name

Every breath yearns your hold Every memory kills me




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My First Flight Ivan Noriel Miranda

It was after Christmas

I was with my family, just us My parents were talking, so I asked what's all the fuzz?

They said we were going to Cebu by an airbus

I asked them "Do I need my passport?" They said "No, just go to the airport."

With your ticket and luggage, no effort.

We were a group of eight We talked inside the airport while we wait

As our luggage were being weighed We got news that my uncle's flight was delayed

It was late in the evening

We were climbing the ladder to start our flights AS the plane was flying

I turn to the window and watch the city lights disappear, out of sight.




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My First Achievement Rachel Anne Sengco

I had many experiences that I can consider an achievement – big or little, they [somehow] weigh the same to me. However, the first [considerably] big achievement I experienced during my adolescent years was something that turned my world upside-down. I’m pretty sure the students in the high school I’m in also achieved the same thing. Yes – it’s passing the National Competitive Exami-nations. Frankly, I don’t know what I did to deserve passing in Philippine Science High School. I’ve led a pretty lazy life in school since grade 1. Even so, I never failed to stay at the top mainly because of my above-mediocre skills. I only did things when I feel like it and I’m so used to getting scolded that it’s become something like anesthesia to me. Elementary was like a walk in the park – excluding the inter-school competitions – for most of us. It’s really ironic though, the guys with the lowest grades are the ones who don’t care about it. I thought that it would continue to be like that until the end of high school. I was wrong. I didn’t care too much about things like passing the NCE. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. I prepared for it a little though. So actually, I did care – a little, but it wouldn’t be a big deal if I fail. When I feel like it, I study hard. When I don’t, I do nothing about it. In other words, to sum it all up, it was half-assed effort. The night before the exams, I studied one last time and prayed hard before I went to bed. The next day, I got up early and prepared. The venue was the school where father works in and I have a friend and four classmates who were going to take the test with me so I wasn’t too nervous. I was also used to thinking fast so I did away with the tests with half of the time and




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slept during the second half. Luckily, I knew the answers to some questions and I used intuition combined with inference to answer those that I didn’t really know. In other words, I was able to get by without too much pressure. When my parents asked me if it was easy or hard, I couldn’t give a definite answer. It wasn’t too hard but it was-n’t easy. I was confident with my answers too, so my reply was that easy or hard, I will pass if I pass and I will fail if I fail. I must’ve been very lucky that day, because I passed. I always thought I’d be jumping for joy when I re-ceive the news so I was surprised that my only reaction to the good news was “Oh, okay”. It was probably because of the fact that I didn’t really care on which school I was going to for high school. To me, the first entrance exam I pass will determine which school I’d be attending, plus passing in Philippine Science High School relieved me of all the hassle of taking other entrance exams. However, the part of me that wanted to pass was very happy. Today, I try to rethink of my decisions. Maybe God made me pass the exam to help me end my lazy ways, who knows? I couldn’t goof around the way I used to, I get real failing marks unlike during elementary, and I can’t just take any course I’d like in college. But then, I get good education, monthly stipend, independence from my home, and many more. The fact that I am attending the school I’m in today is something I’m proud of.




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Sheltering Rain Paul Emil Ongoco

The afternoon was cold and gloomy

With purple sky and clouds like ashes The birds were singing a song of sad melody

While the soft breeze makes trees go waltzing

In a blink of an eye, the rain starts falling And its sound were as if, outside, it was calling

me

I hurriedly ran to the rain jumping Opened my mouth, raised my neck

Closed my eyes and feel the rain And know how it tastes




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Heart of Glass Jazmine Day Vallejos

Relationships, boys, and breakups—

When a girl, about her first heartbreak, lets her feelings out Aren’t these the things that first come to your mind?

Well then, you’ll change your mind when you hear mine.

Once there was a girl who was so alone When another, in her life, came along

With just a touch of her hand, her tears and melancholy Were replaced by laughter, smiles, and glee.

Little did this girl know about friendship

About its being unsystematic, fleeting, and brief How was she to know that it would be gone that fast

If this friend was her first and probably her last?

Like a sunny scene in a movie suddenly altered by the rain An episode in her life left her in a setting full of pain

Like a knight close to saving her princess suddenly being stabbed in the back

Her unexpected disappearance turned her bright world into black.

One day, she found the treasure she misplaced In another dimension, a famous and Hollywood-like place

Unable to move, to smile, or even to call her Because there her pearl was, in the hands of another.

Thus, her heart made of glass was shattered

Until its pieces were as fine as powder, it was battered If it will ever be fixed, I’ll never be certain

But if it’s pieces will ever be together again, it still will never be the same.

That’s why right now she’s more reluctant than ever To put her faith, reliance, and trust on an alternative character

As, in her story full of twists and turns, she enters another dark-looking chapter Waiting for the conclusion of her life recorded on a seemingly endless bundle of paper.




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I Can Play! Daniel Roxas

Dear Diary, I am in grade four already and still have lots of things to do. I can now play to other people. But now I need change. I want to “upgrade” my knowledge in playing that’s why, I started joining some contests. I started joining Chess Tournament because some said that I am really good in chess. I lose the first time that I joined Chess Tournament but I still keep on playing until I win. After practicing many times in playing chess, I already get my aim, to win the Chess tournament and that is when I am Grade Five.




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The Fight Of Five Versus One

Charisma Zabala

Memories and friendship I treasured for four years

Would soon damage and rip Myself pictured with tears.

I never imagined

That a simple mistake Could hurt me and stop me In keeping a group I made.

Is it really my fault Not being sensitive

In the words that I thought Could I express my love for them?

I looked for some options Of what I needed to do To stop this heavy tons

Of loneliness is coming through.

To hate or to love them? It’s very hard to decide

Now that they don’t feel the same When I am by their side

As I started with hate

Things were starting to change. I can now ignore and take The ugly words they say.

Continued to feel numb

With the sharpness of their words Tried not to be dumb

Until I survived their swords

This three long months of fright I am thankful it’s gone This very serious fight

Of five versus one.




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… of 2-Ilang-ilang




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Acer Jian Figueroa was born on October 9, 1996. He spent his childhood on Science City of Muñoz, Nueva Ecija marking on stories to every person he meets. He’s still at it.

He usually inspires himself

in making stories through nature and his parents and sisters, as well. He is a not that author who gets a piece of paper and a pen and write. He writes through his mind. With this attitude, he also can’t write a story when he doesn’t have the best topic or title he could have.

He currently living on the great plains of Nueva Ecija, Phil-

ippines with his parents and his two beautiful sisters.

Gamaliel Esguerra was born on the 1st on October 1995. He spent most of my years in his hometown, Nueva Ecija. During his childhood, he doesn't love to write or compose any literary genres even reading is not his hobby but now he be-comes an author of a literary compilation of a class in PSHS-CLC. He likes spend-ing his time together with his friends bonding. Teachers, friends and all of his families inspire him always in all the things he does.




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Aldrian Jason C. Gigante was born on the twelfth on December 1996. He spent most of my years in his home-town, Bataan. He loves reading fiction books specially those with adventures and thrills. He also has a sweet tooth. He usually craves for floats and white chocolate. He likes spending most of his time hanging out with his friends. He loves writing literary pieces about friendship and mutual understand-ings. He also writes poems and stories concerning experiences about daily life

in high school. Most of his literary pieces are for his friends, class-mates, and loved one.

Mark Vincent Lim grew up in San Jose Del Monte City, Bulacan. He was born on July 8, 1996 and is now 14 years old. He is a scholar of the Philippine Science High School - Central Luzon Campus in Clark, Pampanga. He loves to tell jokes and in that way, he could make his friends happy. He laughs out loud every time. That’s why it is easy to know if he has a problem — if he is silent. He is fond of musical instruments that is why he loves being the bassist of the band, Barkada ni Edu. His parents, classmates and loves ones were his inspirations in making his literary genres. He hopes that you’ll find time in reading this literary folio and have fun at the same time.




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Ivan Noriel Miranda was born on October 24, 1996. He lives in the City of San Jose, Nueva Ecija with my only sister and his parents. He’s a shy but friendly guy. When with his friends, he’s noisy, naughty and talkative. His friends tell him that he’s a funny person. He loves to tell jokes and do pranks to people. He’s into computer games like DOTA and KOS. During my free time, he manages his aunt’s computer shop. He gets to play games all day but he also needs to do the managing of the shop.

His inspirations in writing are his friends and his family. They make him smile and laugh. They made him who he is today.

Hans Christian E. Marin was a proud student of PSHS-CLC at II-Ilang-Ilang. He is 14 years old and he lives in Caba-natuan City, Nueva Ecija. He was born at Manila on May 7, 1996. Because of Pisay, and because of him, being an Editor-In-Chief of the Newsletter Club, he have been more involved in doing literary works thus, bringing back his passion of doing poems and other liter-ary pieces.

So, many persons have really inspired him in doing literary works. Since child, he really look up to them. Jose Rizal, our national hero, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe and William Shake-speare have been his idols when the word “literary” is being talked




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Daniel Olivera Roxas was born on January 4, 1996. He lives in Baler, Aurora. He studied in Ruperto Zubia Ele-mentary School when he was in elementary. He is studying now in Philippine Science High School Central Luzon Campus. His mother is Liberty O. Roxas and his Father is

Noel M. Roxas. He has three siblings. They are Johndelle, Jonoel, and Lenie Rose O. Roxas.

His inspirations in writing this are his friends and class-

mates. Without them, he can’t do this. He also thanks god in guiding him when he was writing this.

Roma Elaine S. Cruz was born on November 8, 1996. She grew up in Malolos City, Bulacan where the rest of her family resides. During the age of four, she started to sing and joined her first declamation contest at 6. Currently, she studies in Philippine Science High School along the pioneer batch of 2013. Her literary work was for the people who inspired her. Those include her family and her friends. She was most inspired with how the society continues to live despite of the hardships that it overcomes. Her parents influ-enced her political views and her decisions. Music has also inspired her to write what she thinks.




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Trisha Ann Erasga was born on the 23rd of April in the year of 1997. Her hometown is Nueva Ecija. She likes to read different books. These books were the very first inspiration she ever had. The articles she made were in-spirational tributes to her best friends. She is dedicating those articles to her friends especially to the ones mentioned.

A n g e l i t a Pangilinan came from the city of Balanga, Bataan. She was born on the 9th day of October, year 1996. She is somewhat moody and stuff but she can be a friend to anyone as well.

Well, writ-

ing literary genres, stories and poems aren't easy without any inspiration because your head might void all rhymes that you have in mind. She dedicate all of her crea-tions to God, to her beloved parents, to her country and of course, to myself. Motivation? Well, hearing words of courage and cheering from her friends, parents and loved ones inspired her to do these things.




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Kamille Ramos lives in the city of Meycauayan, Bulacan. She is 14 years old. She loves reading novels and listening to music. She dreams of becoming a doctor someday. What inspired her in writing are her friends. They were always there for her. She laughs with them, cries with them and shares secrets with them. They’re always together in good times and in bad times so she is grateful that she has them now.

Mara Belle Esther L. Quirino. Also called Mara or Belle, was born on December 01, 1995. She lives in San Jose Del Monte Bulacan and is studying in Philippine Sci-ence High School Central Luzon Campus. Her inspiration in doing her articles is her family because they are the ones she spends my Valentine’s Day and Christmas Day with.




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Jazmine Day L. Vallejos was from II-Ilang-ilang. She was born on December 16, 1997. She came from Malolos, Bulacan. She is a typical Pisayan from Philippine Science High School-Central Luzon Campus which means that she is not really geeky and she prefers having a break and having fun than studying. The literary works she wrote are dedicated to both her loved ones and those who love her. Especially, these are for her classmates and herself. Her grade in English could also be considered as one of the things that inspired her to create these written works.

Rachel Anne T. Sengco was born on May 30, 1996 in Malolos, Bulacan. She currently lives in Guiginto, Bulacan with her parents and two siblings. She loves the visual arts and would constantly pursue her hobby in trying to be good in more than one kind of visual art. However, being either too lazy to do so or being a self-critic in nature, would always end up with either an unfinished work or something she’s not satis-fied with. Her literary works are dedicated to the people who inspire her and give her constructive criticism in her works and also to her classmates, friends, and family.




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Charisma A. Zabala , popular in the nickname “Cha”, was born on June 5, 1996 in Quezon City. She currently lives in Balanga City, Bataan. Her inspirations in her works are her schoolmates. They show her great possibilities and great wisdom to do things. She hopes that they would appreciate her efforts.

Prepared by: Mark Vincent Lim Rachel Anne Sengco




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