#CNF

[davisexplainableart]

October 11, 2019 (again):

Kid: Time now for tonight's new episode of Mixels: The Golden Cure, but first...

(TRANSITION)

(pre-recorded footage is played of Mixadel, from the Medivals, sneaking into the studio)

Mixadel: Ugh, such buffoons, they have the gall to invite my immature cousin over to co-host, and not me?

(he enters the studio)

Mixadel: And then they treat him like a king, with a king's robe?? Did those ruffians not realize that I'm way better than him??? When I get my hands on that Scorpi imitator, I will most certainly be having some serious words with him!

(he finds himself on the main Fridays set)

Mixadel: Alright, commoners, listen-... up?

(he finds that even though the studio is decorated for October, no other Mixel seems to be present)

Mixadel: Oh, I see. It's October, so you're planning to jump scare me by hiding. Please, one is not so easily fooled by such trickery. Show yourself this instant!

(no response)

Mixadel: ... Uh... hello?

(he goes down the steps and looks around some more)

Mixadel: Right, I-I see how it is, yeah. You think that I don't have any tricks up my sleeve!

(he realizes that he isn't wearing clothes, so the expression doesn't work)

Mixadel: Uh, n-never mind that... Point is, you may think that you have more power than me. But oh no, I can pull acts of trickery myself, just watch!

(he notices the transporter is active as always, giving him an idea)

Mixadel: Aha...! I'll teleport myself to another location, and I'll be back with my own Halloween tricks. And THEN you'll see who's the better cousin!

(he steps in and sets the coordinates to Endsville from Billy & Mandy)

Mixadel: But of course, the town that houses the Grim Reaper is perfect for stuff like that. (presses button) Cannot wait to see the look on their faces-

*sees a fake spider in the transporter*

Mixadel: W-When th-... when they... they...

*lunges back, dropping the remote*

Mixadel: AAAGH! SPIDER!!!

(he realizes that he dropped the remote, but is unable to grab it before he is transported)

(TRANSITION)

Kid: We take you now to our brand new episode of Mixels: The Golden Cure and "Complete Darkness", right here on Fridays.

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(hey guys, IRL Davis here)

(I will show more of this story tomorrow)

(but for now, all you need to know is that Mixadel is jealous of Camillot co-hosting for Fridays' September 27, 2019 show, so he tries to get back at us)

(also, the reason that no one's around is because the cast and crew were in a different part of the studio, specifically a shot-for-shot recreation of the haunted house set from October 2005, which we would be using for for the rest of October)

(the reason we didn't use it for October 4th is because it wasn't finished yet)

[unforgivablyshy]

Every so often I’ll wander my school’s library and pick up something interesting. Today I picked up “What Happened to You? Writing by Disabled Women” and I definitely plan on finishing this. It’s an anthology of writing by and for disabled women, and so far it’s made me very emotional.

I’ll save my proper review for once I’ve finished, but so far I would recommend this to anyone who wants to further their understanding of disabled people and our personal lives.

[ghost-fucker]

Youve heard of fish and chips now get ready for CHIPS AND FISH

[sadieshavingsex]

portrait of myself as inner monologue of unhinged girl in dark comedy:

Today I have to say to myself many times, “Having sex did not ruin my life. My life is not over. Having sex did not destroy my life. My life is not ruined. My life is not over.” I wonder how many times I will have to say this to myself before I believe it. I think this is the root of my extreme hatred and negativity toward my ex. I feel that by asking for sex and having me actually open up and give him sex, he completely ruined my life. This is the reason I want revenge, the reason I can’t let go, the reason I want him to worship me, the reason I need to kill him. He destroyed my life and took everything from me. That’s the kind of rage I feel. I’m like fucking John Wick after they got his dog.

[writinglittlemagics]

Creative Nonfiction Assignment!

It was Charlotte W’s birthday party, and everyone who was anyone was in attendance. I was invited because we had bonded over American Girl Dolls, so even though none of her friends liked me, there I was. We, twenty punchdrunk and sugar-high nine-year-olds, were running around poor Mrs. W’s house, like bats out of hell. I think she thought handing out party poppers would inspire us to go outside, but all she did was arm us. Now, I’m hesitant to call any third grader dumb, but we weren’t very smart. These party poppers had safety labels on them, and Mrs. W was very clear about how careful we had to be. Of course, the logical conclusion is that these were violently dangerous. We were convinced that the force required to make a popper explode would be enough to blow our fingers off.

I was wandering alone through the kitchen, hoping to find my mom somewhere in Charlotte W’s labyrinth ranch house, when Emma R. crept in behind me. Emma R. was the coolest, most popular, meanest girl in class. I used to doodle her bright red hair curling into devil horns. I don’t know why she hated me, but she did. My things went missing from my desk, she told the other girls not to play with me, and she was overall kind of a twat. I didn’t notice her and kept searching for my mom. I finally found her and called out, but when she turned to me, she pointed and yelled. Emma had snuck behind me with one purple party popper poised like a rifle at an unsuspecting doe. She was holding it up to the small of my back, with her hands already on the string. I lept towards my mom, and Emma ran off crying as my mom scolded her. Looking back, there was no real danger, but Emma R. definitely thought she was going to hurt me, and that’s almost just as scary.

[nerooooooo]

True Narratives are factual transcripts about specific events or experiences that took place often presented in a storytelling format. Its goal is to portray real-life events without any hint of fictional embellishments. Examples of True Narratives are as follows: biographies, autobiographies, historical events, and documentaries.

Testimonies, on the other hand, are a declaration of truth and facts. These are based on one's experience in a particular matter or a significant occurrence that they witnessed first-hand. Testimonies are frequently used in legal settings often by witnesses. Testimonies are also correlated with sharing one's story of religion and spiritual journey in faith.

A prime example of what a true narrative should look like is Mitch Albom's "tuesdays with Morrie."

1.) Introduction - The title of the book is "tuesdays with Morrie" and it is a true narrative written by author Mitch Albom. His story tells us about the reality of death and its inevitability through the life of his professor, Morrie Schwartz. That those who have realized the significance and absurdity of life in this world are guaranteed the certainty of the mystery of life itself.

2.) Summary - The author's purpose is to provide a more-than-one perspective on how a person should tackle on life. One of main points brought up in the story is that we'd bought into society's lie about what a meaningful life entailed, that we fail to take our time to just sit back and enjoy what's most meaningful to us. Mitch also specified Morrie's take on material objects—that it wasn't the nicest television, the latest fashion, or trendy cars that mattered, but the years of love and connection that gave him true joy and meaning in his days. To be able to turn away from a culture that does not make for a fulfilling life, and instead create a new meaning and purpose for us. It could mean spending precious time with loved ones rather than working endless hours that loses its meaning after the job is done.

3.) Evaluation - It seems the author is someone who has truly learned about life's greatest lesson and is eager to share it with the whole world. The words that came from a dying old man who is still full of passion for those around him was able to move hearts and touch souls full of doubts and insecurities of the future. Everyone is just so distracted with their everyday lives so much to the point where we developed a society where everyone is anxious, depressed, unbelieving, and lacked the energy to experience the essence of simple living. Thanks to Albom's masterpiece, we are reminded of what really matters in life. The things that we should hold on to and value with our whole lives. So that we will not be regretful, rather we'll get to experience the blessing of living to the utmost.

4.) Conclusion - I started reading tuesdays with Morrie with an expectation that it would be in someway a tear-jerker, but that turned out to be the understatement of the century. It was successful in making me contemplate and pause multiple times in between the pages of his narrative. I am confident enough to say that this book does indeed has in it, the greatest life lessons one could ever learn. It was able to bring me fresh perspectives about living that I have never considered before. I more than agreed with what came out of a seasoned individual, and I made sure to emulate his teachings in his memory. Overall, this book by Mitch Albom is a book that everyone should read at least once in their life. It evokes for change to happen in a person. It is capable of redefining how people view life in general. Giving more value to the little things and moments in life is what this book found the most meaning in and I could not agree more.

[itsmealexamabuti]

ESSAY #1

MY UNFORGETABLE VALENTINE

Way back 2023 my valentine was a fabulous for me because i experience the things that I didn't experience when I was young not totally a love one's me and my co churchmates we ge to our to celebrate the special day a valentine's on that event so many activities that they do.

On February 14, my co churchmates planned an event for us they said that they want to celebrate the valentine's that event is not for two people who involved but all of us its about they you connected to your friends or what no matter what on your stage .A Valentine's is like for us to chance what you going to said to your or one's.

On that day all of us are happy because is many activity that they prepared is all about the valentine's they do a confession is like you want to say what you heart said.I was so happy that because I overcome that thing that I'm not afraid to show my heart said to others co churchmates.

It's like they giving a heart to heart talk to show your love and what for your is love Love is not for all people that they love each other love is for us that they want to experience what kind of love I was so happy that kind of Valentine's I experience My Unforgetable Valentine.

[hannahthepalindrome]

Lipstick

Ever since I was little, I have been obsessed with lipstick. As young as five years old, I was enchanted by the bright reds, shimmery pinks, glassy corals–almost every color imaginable in a bottle, tube, or jar. By the age of nine, I had memorized the layout of Wal-Mart’s beauty section as I wandered the aisles, gazing at those forbidden tubes. From the sleek black of Revlon to the tempting gold of Milani to the bright, plasticky pinks of Hard Candy, the containers stared at me, tauntingly, seeming to ask “When will you put us on?” as I traversed the beauty section, imagining a future in which I would inevitably wear bright red lipstick every day of the week. 

When I was a child, of course, my mother would have never let me out of the house in real lipstick, so I had to content myself with lip balms. Lip Smackers–particularly Dr. Pepper, Coca-Cola, and Vanilla Malt–were my go-to. Every morning, I would slather my lips in synthetic flavor as I prepared to march out the door on my way to school. I knew that the balm was a weak substitute for the “real deal”, but I enjoyed the flavors and the grown-up feeling of the closest thing I had to real lipstick.

The next logical step in this journey? Lip gloss. My mother finally decided it was fine for me to wear the little kid stuff, and I was thrilled. I loved lip gloss; it was essentially lip balm, but with a much more sophisticated shine (or so I told myself). I wore it all the time…at least, when I had it. I ran out fast due to overuse, and it was usually a while before I got more, so I figured out pretty quickly that I should continue to use my Lip Smackers for “everyday use” and only wear the grown-up gloss on what my young brain deemed “special occasions”. This worked fine, and I was somewhat content to simply wear gloss and lip balm, but I think even then all that I really wanted was a bright red lipstick. As I became a middle schooler, my mom allowed me to wear her plain, nude lipstick occasionally when we went to church, though the color was never as bold as I would have hoped.

Finally, in seventh grade, the day came. While taking me shopping for basic makeup in the fluorescent aisles of Wal-Mart, my mom casually agreed to let me wear lipstick every day. I tried to stay collected as the little girl inside of me squealed and jumped for joy. Laughing at my excitement, my mother selected a more “everyday” color for me: a soft, rusty reddish-brown called Rum Riche. That was the first official lipstick in my now-expansive collection that contains every color I can get my hands on, including my beloved bright red.

The cool-toned bright red in question–Russian Red by MAC–is my current choice whenever I need a pick-me-up, or when I just want to feel fancy. I don’t wear it as often as my other shades, but the compliments abound when I do. Just last week, my gym teacher told me that she loves it when I wear bright red lipstick, because “No one expresses themselves anymore–it’s nice to see young people doing their own thing.” I love this, because to me, that is what lipstick is: an expression of the self, worn proudly on the face. In fact, it is unlikely that you will ever catch me without a colorful product of some sort on my lips, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[tooktalks]

I cried in the doctor’s office again. 

I’d be embarrassed if this was the first time. Or the second. Instead, I’ve lost count. 

The tears well up first in my throat, an unavoidable obstacle that leaves me unable to speak. I look down at my hands, the floor, the thread not quite at the edge of my hoodie that I can pull on until it, like me, comes unraveled. My feet don’t touch the floor in these offices, they never do. They say it’s because I have the short genes. They never say it’s because of the ten-plus years of malnutrition for a problem they don’t seem to want to solve. It’s an eating disorder, they don’t say, and refer me to a therapist. You just need to eat more, they say. 

But how am I meant to eat more when my stomach, at best, resembles the Drake Passage, tossing and churning with every bite taken, no matter of what? How am I meant to eat, when each week, my body chooses a new food, seemingly at a whim, and says I can’t eat it? Each trip to a grocery store is accompanied with longing glances most often reserved for romcoms and hallmark movies, as I remind myself that there is yet another thing I cannot put into my body, lest it betray me, stab me in the back, in the front, until I am curled up in a ball and in tears again and again and again. 

Because I cannot win. This is a war I will never win, and no matter the battles, it always seems to end the same way. With another doctor, another specialist, refusing the existence of the war in the first place. And me, in tears, silent, staring at the white-checkered floor of the doctor’s office, wishing there was a way to make them listen. 

[brimful-of]

The Smell of Grief

The Smell of Grief: the text of the reading for Coffee and Grief: Coffee Talk #39 given on October 6, 2022

Why didn’t you tell me that grief has a smell? When you died, you bequeathed me your last breath. It was perched, cross-legged on a dark cloud of silence in your hospital room awaiting my return. You were asleep.  (more…) “”

[duckeorite]

tfw you have to make hotdog soup

[davisexplainableart]

September 27, 2019 (celebrating Jeff Bennett's birthday):

Footman: Ladies and gentleman, the king has now arrived. Please, make way for his grand entrance.

*Buisines begin playing as Camillot, dressed in a king's robe, enters the studio. Me and Chao, as Medival Mixels, are standing to his left and right respectively as we kneel down for him*

Camillot: Good evening, everyone, apologies for being late.

Davis (in Scorpi's body, and speaking in a British accent): Oh, your highness, I believe you have come to choose what Fridays should air tonight?

Camillot: Indeed, I have. Tonight, in honor of Bennett's birthday, I believe it is best to show... um...

Chao (speaking in a not as good, but still decent, British accent): Well, what is it?

Camillot: Well, uh... um... I, uh... Maybe we could... n-no, not that...

Davis (confused): Yes, your highness?

Camillot: No, that wouldn't... er... maybe... errrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

Davis (breaks character; whispering): Camillot, just make a decision already!

Camillot: I-I'm trying. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh- OH, I got it!

Chao: Well, what is your request, your highness?

Camillot: Okay um, how about we show... we show that one... episode of Twisted World that introduced me into the series?

Shivor (speaking with an online Medieval translator): Oh, isn't that the episode Whither Thou were... stuck in a time loop?

Camillot: Uh yeah, I think so...?

Chao (breaking character): Time loop?

Davis: It's a long story... *gets back into character* But your highness, there will still be 3 more hours of Fridays after that, you must have something else in mind for afterwards!

Camillot: I, uh... I-I'll think of something...

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Sorry this was rushed, I've been a bit... distracted by something...

As you can see, to celebrate Jeff Bennett's birthday, Camillot was invited to choose what aired during the night (at least once he arrived, which wasn't until 8:30pm).

Also, Johnny Bravo showed up to the main studio.

However, you may be wondering why Camillot is dressed in a king's robe, and what "Twisted World" is.

For that, I'm gonna need you to start calling me the King of Unoriginality because I'm almost never able to come up with my own ideas.

The Twisted World of Mixels was a 50-episode series set in a post-apocalyptic version of Mixel Land and Mixopolis, where Nixels have mysteriously become way more ravenous and deadly, resulting in many Mixels dying. Some survived, but they've either been corrupted or twisted (pun-intended), with a few going completely insane. The surviving Mixels have to band together to wipe out the Nixel race.

The series was technically based around an old idea from another user (who's name I will not say) called "Twisted Mixels", except everything that happened was real (we got better dw). I was actually a part of it all, which is why I was uneasy with Camillot's decision.

I'll talk about it more in December.

Secondly, Camillot's robe was from the series that aired after Twisted World ended, first named Mixels 2035, and was later renamed Mixels: The Golden Cure.

Inspired by a discontinued set of stories from Mixel Immigrant Arresto (formerly named Arrestso), this was a 15-episode miniseries that took place in the future, in which Flurr went insane after being presumably mistreated by everyone around him. In the process, he also causes everyone in Planet Mixel to start aging, so some young Mixels are now shown as adults (don't worry no sexual content is shown or implied).

If you anything from the original story (known as Cubit Ball Run), you'd know that certain elements in the show are directly taken from the series Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (i.e. some Mixels having spirits known as stands, Flurr using a mask to turn himself evil, etc.).

With Camillot, he was aged heavily (as well as other Mixels), and is now an elderly king (who kind of sounds like Christopher Lee). He was given permission to wear the robe that he wore for filming of the scenes.

Okay that's all, go away. I'm working on something important (AKA slacking off).

[wildwillowmagazine]

Next month we'll be counting down to the end of our February issue submission period! A reminder that this issue is an open issue, where the only thing we require you to do is follow our guidelines! As it says in our graphic: no theme, no form, just art! 

[welabee]

Sunkissed Memory ☀

By: WelaBee

disclaimer: the picture below is not mine, credits to the rightful owner

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

I always wonder why all of my childhood pictures of me are really ugly, and most of me there is that I looked like a burnt toast (not to offend anyone). I really love to play under the sun and ever since I was a kid I really love sun because sun equals playing, and I really love to play with some of my neighbor’s children. They are so fun to be with, my childhood is not that awesome and not that bad it’s just ‘meh’ for me since most of my childhood memories are ugly one of those memories is when some of the kid bullied me because I was so skinny back then and I really hated myself but tend to laugh with them so that I could play with them under the sun. Kids are so naïve, they may not have access to certain information or have the capacity to fully comprehend complex topics, just like me as a child I did not fully understand why do they always makes fun of me.

Thinking about childhood makes me want to go back and experience it again and watch myself doing some unexpected stuffs but at the same time no. Remembering childhood is like eating your favorite food, or listening to your favorite song like it’s your first time listening to it. It creates a nostalgic feeling, sad but happy at the same time. I remember those days when me and my friends used to loaf around on a ‘sikad’ we always sit there and have a good time, talking about what game should we play next, or about school if we have that kind of pencil case or a coloring book, like a normal boast for a kid. It’s funny to say how I miss those kind of things, just thinking about what food could we get in school for my snack or what games should we play next under the sun. I also remember when I first got into kpop where my friends and I started to love this group called Girls Generation and we usually danced to their songs, learning their choreography and memorizing the lyrics. There’s a time where our barangay held an event it’s a competition and I really want to join but my mom said no because she didn’t trust my friend at it really makes me sad because after the competition which is my friends won on 3rd place, they starting to ignore me it’s like I’m invisible to them and its making me hurt but after a few weeks we started to talk and played and like nothing happened, kids are really naïve.

I remember the days when all of my friends left me behind because there’s a new girl in our neighborhood, she’s really pretty and kind just like Goddess Hestia, she symbolized devotion and a love that shines, that’s why most people that I know really loves her, her name was Raven. I was jealous of her honestly speaking since she is the reason why my friends left me behind but for some reason she welcomes me though, she’s very welcoming. I remember the time when it’s her birthday, like I didn’t even know that it’s her birthday and some of my friends go to their house and I was so jealous so I came to their house even though I’m not invited, thinking about this makes me want to puke since its really embarrassing. When I got into their house she didn’t even realize that I was invited or not all I see on her is that the time I enter their house she welcomes me very warmly and makes me feel at home, she even brought me plate so that I could eat and even gave me a party bag. Since I was a little kid at that time, I didn’t even feel any embarrassment but I do feel the warmth and sincerity on her, it’s like I was struck by the cupid’s arrow telling me that I will make friends of her right away, and little did I know I do make friends of her. Ever since that day I go to their house almost every day and we play so much things, it’s so different from before because I really love playing under the sun and smells like sun everyday but ever since she arrived and being friends with her I started to love playing indoors, like playing Barbies since she has plenty of Barbie collections, she also has the big Samsung tablet and she plays The Sims Free play there. It was so fun being with her, her mother is also nice. But for the mean time it got me bored since I really want to play under the sun, so I asked her about it. She says that she is not allowed by her mother to play under the sun and it makes me sad and I also don’t want to leave her behind just like what my other friends did to me, Raven is my best friend.

2012, Raven and I are still best friends and this time her mom allowed us to play under the sun and it makes me so happy, I also made new friends because of her, their names are; Daniel, Kevin, Drea, Maxene, Camille, Macmac, Ashley, and more. I made so much friends because of her and surprisingly they are very nice of me and I couldn’t ask for more they are my best of friends. We play under the sun again and as the girl who enjoys playing in the sun I couldn’t be happier about it. Some games that we play are ‘Tumbang Lata’ and it’s one of my favorite game since all you need to do is to hit the can in the middle using your slipper and all you need to do is to make the can fall while you hit it using the slipper. It was fun at first if you’re not the watchman or the ‘Taya’ on the game, but once you’re the Taya it’s really annoying since they are good at hitting and the game never ends since you can’t catch them. I also remember playing slipper game and it’s my least favorite game of all since I am not very expert at kicking on the slipper, sometimes it slips through my feet and sometimes it’s not that hard impact when I kick it, so overall it’s my least favorite game. It’s really fun though playing with them and all I can say is that my childhood is really worth it, they make it worth it for me and I’m really thankful for them. There’s so much game that we play and I will not mention it since most of those are some Filipino games or “Laro ng Lahi”, I also remember when my friends and I are addicted to text (text is the little paper that has characters printed on it), and some elastic band. There are times when I have plenty of elastic band and I braided it because its braidable and its really heavy, my friends asked me to give them some so I gave them some of my elastic band but end up having 5 or 10 left but its ok.

It was such a memorable childhood though, thinking about it now makes me realize how I grew up from toxic friendship to real friendship, it also makes me realize that not all first friendship that you make is going to last and there is a second chance to everything and to tell you, second chance is the best since you make the best of them. But thinking about it today makes me realize that as we grow up we also grow apart from each other, some of my childhood friends lives now in different place, far from our old neighborhood, some of them just choose not to be friends since they really grow apart, some of them stays the same. It’s really funny thinking about the things that we made when we’re still a kid and up until now the things that we usually do, they still do it. Just like my friend Daniel, we usually dance to Kpop Song and now he’s part of the dance group here in Iligan who also covers kpop songs. The things we usually made together now he does it with another set of friends and I’m happy for him since during our times we found our hobbies and talents. We still support each other, and sometimes if we also bump each other inside the campus of MSU-IIT since he goes to IIT. Raven is still her but it’s sad since as we grew, we grow distant to each other. Having a wonderful childhood makes me “cool” since not all kids have the chance to make friends during their childhood years and not all of them has the chance to play under the sun and by this as a kid who loves playing under the sun, I really knew the answer why I looked like a burnt toast on every childhood picture of mine. And those sun burns have so much memory in me.

[sadieshavingsex]

raccoon

I hit a raccoon with my car while I was thinking about how having sex was an honest mistake. Is it an honest mistake that I ran it over, that it was crushed under my wheel, that it died? Was I not paying enough attention? Could it have been prevented? If I had seen it coming I would have dodged, but it moved away from the road until it jumped in front of me, confused. Whose fault is it? Is it anyone’s fault? Who is grieving this loss? Is it a loss? Can I justify this to myself some way? Is it okay to be sad? I was speeding, but only in the way I always speed. Is the speeding to blame? Would this have happened if I had not been speeding? I keep thinking about the way it happened—the eyes, then the dark as it turned away, then the eyes again, then the sickening bump beneath the wheel. I am a killer. I am carnage. It is the natural order of life. I will find a way to forgive myself. I will make an excuse enough to make it not my fault, or not a bad thing. Or I will just accept that it happened, and maybe it is a good or bad thing, and maybe I will always be a person who killed a raccoon, who did not pay perfect attention. But I know it is not my job to pay perfect attention. I am sorry that it happened but I don’t see how it could have happened differently, and it all happened so fast, and though it happened I am sitting safe now at the bottom of my shower, water running down over me and washing me clean. What else will I manage to do? Who will I become? What else will I learn to forgive myself for?

[yelately]

Hi! My name is Ma. Muriel Glaize E. Trayco but you can call me “Yel” or “Muriel” for short. I'm 17 years of age and was born on the 5th of July in the year 2005. I was born in a small province of Quezon, but we currently live here at Dasmariñas City, Cavite. My parents are Geronimo Trayco and Helen Erezuela. I also have a younger sister named Jewel and she's currently in 8th grade. My dad works as a utility here in our barangay while my mom is an OFW in Cyprus.

I started schooling when I was 5 years old. I went to prep at Tweety Land Daycare Center then continue my elementary studies at Sta. Cristina Elementary School. I graduated junior high at Dasmariñas East Integrated High School and I am now a Grade 12 student at Emilio Aguinaldo College-Cavite under the Humanities and Social Sciences strand. I'll continue my studies at De La Salle University-Dasmariñas and aim to graduate with my bachelors degree in Secondary Education Major in English in the near future. I'm very close with my dad since I've spent my whole life growing up with him. My mom had no choice but to go overseas to provide for our needs even though I was five-months-old during that time. Growing up with my dad was not easy, our life was very poor back then and there were a lot of times that we didn't have anything to eat. Luckily, one of my mom's sister; my aunt, was there to help us. Fast forward to when I was 3 years old my dad and I moved here in Dasmariñas.

We live in a big compound together with my mom's sister, brother, in-laws, niece, and nephews. My mom came home when I was about 4 years old and I actually called her “Tita” because I'm not familiar with her. In the year 2008 my parents finally got married, and in 2009 my annoying sister was born. And during that time, it was my dad's turn to work, while my mom was in charge of taking care of us. My dad always came home every weekend and because of their hard work we've managed to own a sari-sari store for extra income. I remember stealing our own goods because I was literally so cheeky and innocent at that time but everytime I steal something from our store, I also get caught and scolded by my parents. When my younger sister turned 1, my Mom had to go overseas again because the salary of my Dad during that time was insufficient to provide for our daily needs.

Fast forward to now we live a more comfortable life, biggest thank you to my Mom and Dad's never ending hard work. I will surely pay that back by doing good in my academic performance and helping with house chores. And for the record, my mom still works overseas and comes home every 2–4 years depending on her contract. She's actually gonna come home this July for my 18th birthday.

I live in a conservative household. When it comes to parenting, my parents are very strict about our food, our allowance, and of course our academic performance. But even though they were strict they still spoiled us and let us enjoy our life. They let us have fun with our friends as long as we come home at their given time. I am incredibly appreciative of my parents! We do argue, run into issues, and have miscommunications, but that's just part of life and growing up. When I got older, I saw why they had said cruel words and even smacks; those misunderstandings served as a springboard for who I am now because I learnt from them and they helped shape who I am. My mother and father are my two lifelines, and they are the source of all I have and who I am today.