Summer Vacation
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(COMPLETED) (UNDER MAJOR EDITING) Do you believe in promise-no, I mean, do you believe na lahat ng promise ay natutupad? When someone makes a promise to you, umaasa ka ba or do you believe na matutupad nila 'yong bagay na ipinangako nila sa 'yo? Well, iba-iba naman siguro ang mga tao. P'wedeng maging "oo" ang sagot at p'wede rin namang "hindi". She believes in promises, she makes promises to other people and she always fulfills them until one day she meets someone, isang tao na hindi niya inaasahan na iibigin niya sa maikling panahon na kanilang pagsasama. Yes, a short time being together. It's summer vacation, in province of her Mamita when Zafra met Chrome. Sa maikling panahon ay nagawa nilang makilala ang isa't isa and when the time came to say goodbye they made a promise to each other. Na babalik sila sa probinsya kapag sumapit ang summer vacation at hihintayin ang isa't isa pero ilang summer vacation na ang dumating ay hindi siya muling nagpakita. Nakalimutan niya ba ang pangako nila sa isa't isa o kinalimutan na lang niya ang pangako nila? "Ilang summer vacation ang lumipas na naghihintay ako sa kaniya pero hindi na siya nagpakita pa."Complete
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Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.
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