Liham Issue 2 Final
Transcript of Liham Issue 2 Final
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Co-Editors-in-Chief Michi F. and Chris Kevin O.
Layout Editors Mahek T. and Bernice H.
Poetry Editors Aurna H. and Anthony G.
Fiction Editors Matt B. and Cindy C.
Non-Fiction Editors Young Sun P. and Yihua L.
Visual Arts Editor Zaina A.
Public Relations Officers Kaye K. and Stevii M.
Advisor Wendy D.
At the beginning of the school year, Liham was warmly welcomed by
the ISM community as a young member of its family of publications.Now presenting our second issue, we once again thank you for all the
interest, support and effort that you have invested into making this mighty
endeavour possible. Having achieved enormous milestones thus far, Liham
looks forward to its status as an official publication in the following school
year. We hope to usher in an era in ISM where creativity is the norm, not
the exception, where writing is a joy, not a chore, and where all individuals
can be recognised for their desire and ability to possess the spirit of crea-tion. However, more importantly, we wish for Liham to take you to places
youve never seen, to take you on journeys to other worlds, to make you
feel a satisfying releaseeven for a momentand to make your soul feel
alive once again. Enjoy Lihams second issue!
Michi and Chris
Editors-in-Chief
EDITORIAL BOARD
EDITORS WORD
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TABLE OFCONTENTS2 FICTION
Burning Six Feet Under (Contest Winner)
The Thoughts of an Ace Student
Lilly
Le Retour dAlpages at Annecy
Sssverygood! (Contest Winner)
16NON-FICTIONDoes God Exist?: An Exposition
Weathering the Storm
Living With the Scars of Beautiful Reality
Is the Red Apple Really Red? (Contest Winner)
Manila (Contest Winner)
24POETRYThe Veiled Intent of War Elevator
Blow Your Precious Tears Away The Chair
Drastic Measures The Storm
Continuity Diet Drinks
Carol of a Woman Marshmallows
New Interlocking Shapes (Contest Winner)
Eine Villanelle de Asuka (Contest Winner) Not Your Average Stereotypical Guy
35VISUAL ARTSLa Mesa Dam
CUUUTE!!!
Day in the Life
Lets Go Green
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FICTION
Burning Six Feet Under by Camille
The Thoughts of an Ace Student by Deionte
Lilly by Young Sun
Le Retour dAlpages at Annecy by JiWan
Sssverygood! by Juha
Writers for this section
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BURNING SIX FEET UNDER
dream she had recalled to me.In the dream she was standing in a dark hallway, much li
one we were in. But she was alone, and she was frightened. Th
saw a bright, flickering yellow light in the darkness. She ran towa
but it remained in the in the distance, unwilling to be caught. The
and harder she ran, the further it seemed to become. The closer sh
to giving up, the smaller and further the light was.
But she always woke up before the light flickered out, befo
lost hope.
Allie where are you? I yelled after chasing after her lig
what seemed like hours. I couldnt see the candle anymore, andgetting frightened.
Gotcha! A voice whispered in my ear, and I screamed
laughing. I turned around to face my Allie. She was shielding th
of her candle with one hand and motioning for me to be silent w
other. You dont want to wake our parents do you, Bumble
asked, calling me by my strange little nickname.
No, Allie, I replied childishly, trying to smother my grin
Come on you little rascal. She chuckled, leaning ove
could jump on her back. She and her candle carried me to the d
my bedroom.
The next day was darker than usual. I leapt down the st
fast as my little legs could handle and bounced into the kitchen re
face a new day, learning new things with Allie. But nobody wa
ing.
It wasnt as if smiling was particularly normal anymore.
ther had told me stories about the Japanese army. They were in th
ippines and parading all over our country. My father would ge
daily, about the latest news and the latest bombings. But I was on
I felt like theyd never reach us. We were immune. We were too h
too whole and beautiful to be affected by the atrocities of war.
It was Allie who concerned me the most that morning. He
ally smooth, smiling face was pulled into a frown and her silky
hair hung, forgotten, limply to her shoulders. I stopped in front of
Whats wrong Allie? Did something bad happen tod
asked.
No. It's too early. Come. She let me clamber onto her
she played with my hair.
She seemed to be troubled all day that day. While we were
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Walking back through that
old house, my memories
haunt me. Its rickety old
floors screaming teasing jests at every
step. Catch me if you can! Catch me if
you can! The same passageways, asdank and black as I remember, with
their illuminating yellow flame long
since extinguished. My eyes usually
gloss over past the cupboard door, but
today I glare at it. That coffin of a cup-
board stands vertical, forever a source
of pain, despair, helplessness.
Nothing has changed. Nothing
other than a sense of belonging. This
isnt my home anymore. It hasnt been
for a long, long while. Not since the
dark and stormy night the bloodstains
came to be
She grinned at me, her smile
teasing and her eyes bright, Catch me
if you can!
With that she bounded away
through the darkness, her candle flick-
ering dangerously as she ran.
Allie wait! I called and raced
after her, my five-year-old legs nomatch for her eleven-year-old ones.
Allie was my cousin. She was my best
friend. We played this game rather of-
ten, sneaking out of our rooms at late
hours of the night and meeting in the
underground tunnels of the house. The
game was simple, modeled after a
They always said it was
calmest before a storm.
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playing outside in the garden, she kept missing the ball and her mind was constantly elsewhere.
Suddenly my father ran out and ordered us to come inside, his tone frantic and clipped. I was put
out that he had stopped the fun, so I ignored him for the rest of the afternoon.
If there is one thing that I did in my life that I wish I could change, it was those last few moments
with my father. My last words to him wouldn't have been Go away! Youre the worst father ever!" If I'd
changed that, my last memories of him would not be his crumpled face: the wounded expression with
which he had reacted to these words.
Nearing nightfall, Allie and I were sitting in the living room, playing with our dolls and she lookedup, her eyes vacant of any emotion.
It was gone today. She said.
What was? I asked, slightly irked by the
vagueness of her statement.
It was there. And I was running. And
then it was gone. And I didnt wake up, She
looked at me, her typically warm, brown eyesdull and almost unseeing. I saw it die out.
Her expression was scaring me. Saw
what? Saw what! I demanded in fear.
But she didnt answer. It was her father
that did.
Run! Celia get the children! Robbie and I
will hold them off! Run! RUN!
And with those few words, my world was
submerged into scalding white flames of terror
and inhumanity.My mother was screaming directions at
Allie and I while my aunt scrambled around the
room trying to grab everything she could. I
started to bawl and I could feel Allie trying to lift
me off the ground. At that moment, I heard the
front door break and shouts floated toward us.
Japanese soldiers surrounded us. My fa-
ther and uncle ran to the front to hold them off
and all that could be heard were the shots of guns
and the cries of my family as one by one, we fell
apart.
Allie was the first to react. In our living
room there was a secret space. It was hidden be-
hind a camouflaged door, which was covered by
a smooth mahogany cabinet holding china. It was
like a strange little closet that we used to hide our
treasures in when we didn't want others to find
them.
In seconds, Allie had pulled away the cabinet
and shoved me through the door of the secret closet.
I was screaming as she shut the door, told me to be
quiet and pushed the cabinet back against it.
With that, I was surrounded by darkness. My
hearing was my only working sense. And how Iwished- how I still wish- that it was the only sense
that didnt. I would rather have gone deaf for the rest
of my life then heard what came next; I've spent the
rest of my life trying to block out those memories.
Loud barking orders in sharp foreign
tongues were given, but in my silent panic and con-
fusion, I couldnt make out what was said. And then
the sound of a body being thrown against the cabinet
was heard and I jumped backwards instinctively. As
I moved closer to the door, loud, painful sobs gotlouder and louder.
I pressed myself up against the door and
heard my mother and aunt screaming at close range.
The sobbing, I recognized, came from Allie. My best
friend Allie. My cousin Allie. I could hear them hurt-
ing her on the opposite side of the door. Suddenly a
loud, heart wrenching, guttural scream pierced my
ears and I felt the very tip of a blade, already soaked
with blood, poke my stomach where it lay flat
against the door. The scream stopped short. The can-
dle had burnt out. It was there. And I was running. And
it was gone. And I didnt wake up. I saw it die out.
I cried for her. I cried for Allie. I cried for my
mother. I cried for my father. I cried for my aunt. I
cried for my uncle. I cried for everyone who has lost
anyone in this way. I cried for every family that has
been torn apart, every person that has been torn
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and now I cry for my family and I cry as I slowly rekindle the flame, using my fire to guide it, usin
her fire to nurture mine.
A chilly wind blows softly through the rickety old house, whistling through the banisters, lifting u
the curtains like womens skirts. It whispers cries in my ear, cries, screams, laughter, teasing jests. Catch m
if you can! Catch me if you can!
The house seems to breathe with old life, with old deaths, with old pain. The wind turns cold an
piercing, trying to waft through me as I stand in the living room with my palms open, my eyes closed an
my face to the ceiling. But I cant feel it. A drop of rain from outside seeps in slowly through the open win
dows, but I cant hear it. A new storm is evidently on the horizon, but Ill never see it.
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The saying was wrong.
The calm is during the end of the storm, when the debris is settling and you know that it will be ovsoon. After all the panic has dispersed. Before you realize what has been lost; who has been lost. No, the cal
is during the end of the storm, when everything you believed to be normal is everything you expect to com
back to. When returning to a new reality is the dream.
Camille, Grade 10
And when all you know is
what should be
...when all you see is the
candlelight, forever out of
reach
...but continuing to burn
through my darkness.
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It did.
Iremember that day. Worst day ever during school.
I felt like I had failed at life that day, but after it
ended, I realized how stupid I had acted.
It all started the way my days normally started:
wake up to my television playing some late-night
dult movie on the screen because I forgot to change
he channel after I got done watching a movie. I think I
was watching The Incredible Hulk the night before. I
ell asleep on the part where he jumped out the helicop-
er. Crap. Continuing on, I switched off the television
nd took a quick shower. There was no hot water that
morning so I took a cold shower. I was freezing after-wards. I put my clothes on, only to realize that I had
nintentionally gone commando, so I had to take my
ants off, put on some boxers, then put them back on. I
an out my room and downstairs into more trouble.
"Did you walk the dog last night?" my mom
estered.
"Yea."
"No you didn't. He pooped in the house."
In all honesty, I hate it when someone tells me
what I did or didn't do. Anyway, I argued with my
mom for about five minutes before cleaning up the
oop that she intentionally left sitting out for about
hree hours for me to clean up. After that, I asked her
where my homework was--a five-page essay on the im-
ortance of World War II, how it affected the world's
conomy, and how it impacted the world today--and
he looked at me, dead serious, without a crack in her
ace and said:
"The dog ate it."
Wow. How the heck was I supposed to explain
o my teacher that my dog ate my homework? That'she oldest trick in the book! I stormed out angrily,
aught the bus to school, and sulked all the way there.
When we got there, I stepped off of the bus and into a
uddle of mud. My brand new jeans and sneakers had
otten mud all over them. After screaming obscenities
nto the high heavens, I walked into school and begun
my day.
THE THOUGHTS OF
AN ACE STUDENTIn each class, something went wrong; in
math, I failed a pop quiz. Totally bombed it. In
English, I forgot to read the specified chapters and
I was asked to give an oral assessment on it. I got
an F for participation that day. Chemistry wentwell until I accidentally created a compound that
expelled eerie looking green gas around the whole
room. The entire hallway was evacuated and eve-
ryone made it out that I almost blew up the
school. I even failed lunch, which isn't a class. I
dropped my lunch onto a bully's lap, got smacked
into the wall, and kneed in the genitals, all while
the teachers weren't looking. I had a study hall
and that went well. Then history.
"Mr. Johnson, I don't care if you don't be-lieve me, but my dog ate my homework. All five
pages of the assessment."
"Oh. You didn't get my email? I made it so
that it won't be due until Friday," he spoke to me.
That was a Wednesday.
Greatness. My whole day basically goes
down the gutter and just when I think my world
is about to end, I find out that. So, happily, at the
end of the day, I go home, hop on my computer
and smile gleefully. I read the email, chuckle tomyself, and open Microsoft Word.
I forgot to save my assignment
Deionte, Grade 11
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Whether it was Tuesday or Wednesday Lilly didnt know. In fact, 42 years had passed without her
knowing the date, or rather, without her caring. Since the age of 30 life had become a mundane
Lilly lay in repose on her black leather chair. She heaved in and out, struggling for some air in the
choking thickness of her house. She spotted the decaying white mug she had received on the Paris tour of 195on a small wooden table beside her. Painted on the mug was a faded silhouette of a ballerina. Struggling, sh
stretched her arm out for the mug but stopped herself at the sight of the crinkled folds on her hand. When ha
Lilly was never one to ask so many questions, yet she seemed to be doing so of late. Perhaps, she
thought to herself, old age had changed her into the many things she was not: depressed, longing, and feeble
Lilly grabbed the small wooden table and made a slow attempt to climb out of her chair, but in the process
misplaced her arm and knocked the old white mug off the table, sending it falling to the wooden floor. With
Lilly looked down on the broken mug, knowing she would never be able repair it to its original gloryEven so, this was not the reason her heart suddenly sank. It was something about the quiet crack with which
the mug broke that sent painful shockwaves of nostalgia through her veins, reminding her of her final per-
formance.
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LILLY
My heart pumps behind the velvet curtains as I hear the audience restless with excitement. In a matter
moments Im up on stage in front of hundreds of faces. Decisively I bury my worries and spin and leap, exudin
all life that is within me. I am in a celestial place, for nothing could be closer to heaven than being en pointe
Amidst these thoughts I hear a subtle crack that drags me down to earth. A sharp pain engulfs my kne
and a sweeping blackness encroaches my head. The completeness in me breaks aparI wake up in a hospital bed to the fortunate news that with correct attention and rehabilitation my kn
would recover in three years time. My dance instructor, on the other hand, informs me that I can no longer tou
with the company and bids me farewell.
At that time, this farewell was not filled with too much sorrow for Lilly didnt understand that da
throve on the entity of youth. After her recovery she could walkan activity she later found could never su
tute for leaping. As she bent over to pick up the broken pieces of the mug she thought about all she would giv
re-experience one minute of her youth. Her back stiffened and ached when she stood back up and Lilly real
how time had hardened her. She laid the broken mug pieces in a container, hoping to preserve what little me
ries she had left. She knew now that memories were indeed all she had left, and carrying that thought she mher way over to the atrophied CD player. Although it had been a while, her fingers automatically made their
to play track number threeStrausss Blue Danube Waltzand Lilly was carried away into a deep pool of me
ries for an encore performance.
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Looking out my car window, my attention wascaptured by two bony children in torn upclothes, zooming towards the Pasig River likeflies attracted to the reeking foul stench of the river. I
thought theyd be about eight, yet their frail bodiesmoved along the riverside like the frightful images of
malnourished five year olds. The only trace of human-
ity could be found in their beady eyes sparkling with
joy through the holes of their skeleton faces. I ob-
served them as they excitedly flung their fishing rods
off the banks and into the river, and finally hoisted the
large catfish they had caught onto the riverside.
I watched them depart from the bank, proudly
carrying their bacteria infested dinner. This was a
daily routine that many would find revolting. How-ever, were their actions truly sickening, or was it more
distasteful that the privileged remained nonchalant to
their needs?
Their incessantly empty stomachs could not be
filled by anything else but by a dead river, perhaps the
Pasig River is truly the river of dreams.
I fell asleep silently in the back seat of my car
only to be awakened by a sudden knock from the win-
dow. A familiar blind man stretched out his wrin-
kled hand, feeling for the window of my car, and find-
ing it, opened his rough palms asking for a penny or
two. I examined his faint smile worn out by the harsh-
ness of time and watched it fade away as he shook his
feeble camel-back body through the road and drifted
away from my car.
Perhaps the tinted glass windows of ones car
can be blinding visors, shielding reality. The mans
shut lids, however, saw the world in a clearer perspec-
tive. He could see the suffering of the people around
him, and he could see the strong need for action in the
society he lived in.
The stoplight turned green and I turned
around to watch the mans figure become more dis-
tant. He would still be there next time, walking
through the humid heat and the chaotic traffic. How-
ever, how long before his eyelids completely shut him
away from society? How long before he finds that his
destiny in life is to stray around to no avail?
The tang of alcohol and the neon lights flash-
ing through the sidewalks of P. Burgos Street pene-
trate ones car window and leaves one drunken by a
seemingly glittery life.
Everyday I see the faces of young female vic-tims in this street finding no other refuge from pov-
erty except through prostitution. I observed them
moving flirtatiously through the clubs in their short-
cropped skirts and their pole-like legs, batting their
eyelashes at the old men who were waiting anxiously
for their belle de jour.
As I watched a girl of about nineteen enter a
bar with a man of about fifty, I wondered if they too
had dreamed, if they too wished to be a lawyer or a
doctor or a record company executive. Had povertytruly killed the souls of these dreamers? Had poverty
murdered the future of our nation by forcing despera-
tion to rule over the innocence of these poor girls?
Because of their hardships, their morose pea-
cock feathers remained in the ground where they be-
longed, and behind the glitter and booming pleasures
this street seemed to give, there lay the hearts of
women who long for a better life. Could they not
transform their earthly wings to fly luminously in the
grey skies? Could they not see their faces in the stars
above them? Perhaps the question is not could, but
rather would.
Just as the women in the 19th century, these
girls allow themselves to be exploited in order for
them to survive. Just as the women in the 19th century,
these girls will one day rise above the impoverished
state they live in and find their voice.
MANILA
Mariella, Grade 9
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The celebration started at the beginning of the
busy Carrefour in the small, crowded city cen-
ter of Annecy where the market place began,
and from the start, my family and I loved the city as it
is. As I passed by the food stands, the odor of freshly
baked bread met my nose, and then the aromatic,
creamy mocha coffee-smell followed, waking me up
softly. The vermillion market tents ran along the sinu-
ous street until the far seemingly endless end, and the
pale azure sky covered up the whole area above me,
and there was not a single sight of clouds.I walked along the shops for a while holding a
cup of pulpy orange juice with my left hand. Having a
little, fresh and fragrant sip of it, I thought, this mo-
ment cannot be better in any way. I started tapping
my feet on the checkered brick paths, colored in yel-
low and brown, which made me feel like the little girl,
Dorothy, whom I read about a long time ago; only if I
were on red shoes and owned a tiny dog named Toto,
the girl could have been me. Thinking the day was
going so perfect, I drank the last bit of my fruity cupof juice.
The paths led me to a small church with a dark
silver bell. Near the church was a huge crowd on each
side of the main road and the crowds eyes and all the
cameras were facing a single direction where there
was a large door open and an old, tall tree. The church
bell began ringing, making a fluted, melodious sound.
Soon afterwards, my ears were interrupted by ca-
cophonous sounds; trumpets started blaring, cows
followed by bellowing moo-moo-, chicks openedtheir throats chirping and cackling and geese quack-
quacked inharmoniously with them. Oh, god, I
thought, but my hands seemed to have already
started to take pictures. The leaders of the animal
band were the eye-lined cows, and believe me when I
say eye-lined, because their eyes looked so pretty as if
a famous make-up artist drew black lines around
them to make them look so big. Moo-moo-, they con-
tinued to bellow out loud. A group of snow-white
geese were next; they came closer twitching th
hips. The color of the feathers was highlighted
massive ribbons around their neck; pearly jade, p
cyan, orange-amber and clear-lilac ribbons harm
nized with their dazzling white feathers which mu
had been washed the whole day before the celebr
tion.Then, the romping goats ran over fast towar
the geese. Each of them was chewing grass, possib
to make them quite, but the tiny bells around th
neck made even louder rhythmic sounds as they r
faster and faster. Followed by the goats were twice
dozen of black and white sheep looking extreme
fluffy like X-large teddy bears. Half of them had th
eyes closed and another half were having problem
listening to the shepherd boys. Next were a group
farmer couples dancing round-and-round and th
made me feel like watching dozens of alive spinni
tops in iridescent colors with the music, backed by flutes and accordions.
For about a few more minutes, the animal p
rade continued, but did not seem to end soon, so
turned around and walked to near stands where
saw a small Yorkshire terrier yapping at me
weakly. I walked towards the little dog and fetch
my hands to pat it -it felt like a bunch of knitti
wools. A lady came over and offered me a cup
wine; I said no, but she said, Cest juste comme
jus de raisin. I believed her and let a tiny sip rthrough my throat. It felt sweet, but a little bitter, v
vety, but a little sour. I looked up at the crystallin
azure sky shimmering brilliantly and saw a cotto
but wet cloud flowing freely. Soon, I heard my mo
calling, Come here right now, its starting to rain
Im coming, I answered. Feeling a drop of rain
my nose and the remaining sip of the wine on m
mouth, I thought, Youve had a little too mu
sweetness today.
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LE RETOUR D
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ANNECY
JiWan, Grade 1
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SSSVERYGOOD!
It was a cold, foggy night in the hills of Tus-
cany. The thick fog masked the landscape
and hugged the grape vines and olive trees.Newlyweds Bob and Hannah Smith were travel-
ling along the narrow gravel roads that snaked
through the hills. Bob was enjoying the drive in
their rented Fiat 500 while Hannah was silently
getting more and more worried. Bob, are you
sure you know where youre going? I booked us
in hotel Trip-pooh-lee or something that sounds
like that. Wasnt it supposed to be right after the
freeway exit? asked Hannah.
Didnt you notice the exit was under
construction? I took the next one. Dont worry
honey, I always know where Im going, bragged
Bob.
Are you sure? It seems like were lost,
insisted Hannah.
Can you please just relax! Were on our
honeymoon, for Petes sake! Just enjoy the ride
and treat it as an adventure, Bob replied.
But I cant see a darn thing! This fog is so
thick! At this rate well never find Thrip-hole-
lee, complained Hannah.Okay, its almost 9 and I think youre
just hungry. Well stop at the first place that
seems to have some sort of food. I read that
grilled meats accompanied by fine red wine are a
specialty of this region of Italy.
Before Hannah could say anything, Bob
was already signaling to turn right into a long
driveway. Down the path they could see a white
arch that stretched across the driveway with the
words Hotel Tuscano e Restorante Italiano paintedacross it in the colors of the Italian flag.
Finally, weve found civilization again! I
mean, its not hotel Trip-hole-ly, but for a mo-
ment there I felt like we were in one of those hor-
ror movies we watched on the plane. If there is a
room available, maybe we can just check in here
after dinner. It seems like such a wonderful and
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romantic place, suggested Hannah.
Well of course honey, anything for you.
After parking their car in the empty parking lot, the couple walked into the hotel and they were gree
at the front desk by a tall bald man in a dark suit. His eyes were deeply set and he spoke with a low, hu
voice. Buona sera signor e signora. Mi chiamo Claudio. Siete Americano? asked Claudio.
Um, yes we are Americans. Do you speak English? Bob asked.
English? Uhh, not so good. But I speak a little bit. Howihelpyou? said Claudio.
We are looking for a place to eat. Is your restaurant still open? inquired Bob.Si seore! We have special dinner prepare by chef Paulino! We have grill coniglio, bisteca, agnell
cinghiale! Sssverygood! Especiality en Toscana. Sssverygood!
Well it seems like weve hit the jackpot honey! Claudio says; Sssverygood! joked Bob.
Hannah seemed a little reluctant about the place since it looked like they were the only guests in the r
taurant and hotel. But since she was so hungry, she put that thought aside and walked towards the restaur
The couple was greeted by a large dining room. There was already table for two set with a candle that cast la
shadows across the dim room. The whole place had looked like something out of a travel guide; cozy, beaut
and romantic. After Bob and Hannah were seated, a plump man in a chefs outfit flamboyantly entered the
taurant through the twin kitchen doors. His black hair was curly and peeked out from under his hat. C
Roberto struck them as the type of chef who doesnt chase after Michelin guide stars, or one who would alwseek to prove his culinary skills to others. He gave the air of simple man who had grown up in some far-aw
Italian province. He cradled a pair of menus in his right arm as he walked towards the couple. After a short
introduction, he proceeded to take their orders. Bob
bravely ordered the grilled rabbit and a truffle risotto to
share. Hannah wasnt feeling so adventurous so she chose
the steak instead. Chef Roberto also offered them a bottle
of Chianti Classico Riserva from the cellar. The honey-
moon had finally begun as the two had the most romantic
dinner of their lives. They joked, laughed, and flirted outloud. They had the restaurant all to themselves.
The dinner was fabulous and they ended up spend-
ing much more time at the restaurant than they had ex-
pected. It was quarter to 12 when they finally finished, and
the couple decided to spend the night at the hotel.
What a magical dinner sweetheart. Maybe we
should just spend the night here, instead of driving
through the thick fog to hotel Tripoli. Besides, weve al-
ready finished two bottles of wine and youre in no condi-
tion to drive, suggested Hannah.
The couple walked unsteadily toward the front
desk, and asked Claudio if there were any rooms available.
Claudio exclaimed Si signor! We have the very big
room special for you! Best for couple! Uhh.. Danilo come
here we have guests!
This evening seems to keep getting better and bet-
ter!Bob uttered excitedly.
A man came out from the door behind the front
desk. He was of average height, but he large arms and a
rather muscular build probably earned from carry
many bags. He turned to the couple and introduce
self as Danilo Buona Sera Signor e signora. Mi C
Danilo. Posso portare i bagagli?
What did he say? questioned Bob as he tu
Hannah.
I think hes asking about our luggage honeyOh.. No no no. No need for that, we are onl
ing for the night and we have our backpacks with u
take us to our room please answered Bob.
Si prega di portare alla loro stanza Clau
structed Danilo to bring the couple to their room.
After ascending three floors they walked thr
creaky, dimly lit hallway lined with 19th century oi
ings of young couples. At the end of the hallway,
door greeted them. Danilo pulled out a large ke
opened the door. The large wooden door moaned as
oted around its century-old hinges. As Danilo flick
light switch next to the door, a cavernous room re
itself in all of its majestic luxury. It was where the o
of the villa slept before it was converted into a hote
nah decided she wanted to be the first to experien
exquisite bathing facilities, and without waiting a
more, she waltzed straight into the bathroom. Bob
other hand was stuffed from the dinner and his th
were a little clouded from all the wine that they h
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-Author, Grade
m as the alcohol flowed through his veins and clouded
thoughts. Bob found a coat hanger next to one of the
dows and hung his leather jacket on it. He was warm
over and his face was as red a tomato. He reached for
TV remote and turned it on only to discover that all the
nnels were in Italian. Feeling a little disappointed, he
d the bookshelf in the corner. In it were several un-
ked VHS cassette tapes. He thought to himself Hmm,at could possibly be in those tapes? I mean that guy in
reception said it was the honeymoon suite so, that must
an those are dirty tapes! Hahaha! Perfect. Bob took one
he tapes and fed it into the mouth of the VHS player.
On the screen, a large four-post bed appeared with
sh sheets and pillow cases. From the right of the scene
eared a woman. She had a hourglass body and was in
late twenties Wow! Bob said This looks exciting!
she slowly crept up onto the bed, an attractive man that
also in his late twenties was coming into the scene. As
watched the two crawled into the bed, Hannah came
of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following her
Your turn in the shower honey! Oh, I see youve got
TV working. Whats that youre watching dear?
Oh nothing dear, Bob replied thinking how sexy
would feel once he got out of the shower.
While he was scrubbing behind his ears, a deafen-
shriek rang out from the bedroom and after only a split
ond silence, another followed. Bob launched the soap in
hands towards the bathroom mirror and managed tot it down the middle with a single fat crack. Bob paid
attention to the crack as he hastily grabbed his towel
barged out of the bathroom door while trying to cover
self up. Hannah, are you alright?! I heard you
am! shouted Bob. Hannah practically leapt ten feet
the air with shock.
Bob! What was that for!? Are you trying to give
a heart attack! You put on some super gory movie to
e me out of my skin! Then, you bust out of the bath-
m and start yelling at me! snapped Hannah. Stillathing heavily from his explosive entry into the bed-
m, Bob took a deep breath and began to explain the
ation to his new wife.
What? What are you talking about? Thats not
posed to be a horror flick! Let me have a look, OK? Im
e its not that bad.
He re-wound the tape from the part where he left
As soon as the two people had stepped into bed, the
ts went out and the screen turned black. Bob could
hear them speaking, obviously puzzled as to why t
lights had gone out. Bob could hear a lock being un-do
and the creaking of a door. With a click , the lights w
back on and approaching the foot of the bed were thr
men. The men were facing the bed, and the camera w
recording from behind them. They were all in some sort
white lab coat. One was very tall and had a bald head th
shone because of the light. The second was shorter, slightoverweight and had black hair. The third had large arm
but was otherwise of average build. Behind their bac
they were holding large machetes. Without hesitation, th
moved towards the two in the bed and butchered the
without a word. The screams of terror that accompani
the satanic scene were unbearable. The video was so viv
so real. Bob felt very uneasy, because the video not wh
he was expecting. Something else was eating at him. Ev
rything in that tape, the people, and the room, all seem
so familiar. It was like hed seen it before. Looking arouthe room, it dawned on him. He froze for almost an ent
minute as the thought of dying on his honeymoon sunk i
Hannah, this is the room in the
video, said Bob with a pale, blank
face.
What are you talking about dear?
This is the room! Hannah, this is the room in t
video! Didnt you notice that the chef, bell captain and t
receptionist were the ones doing the killing?
Are you sure? Or is this another one of your sca
jokes?
No. No this isnt a joke. We have to go NOW! Those si
bastards wont have any victims tonight! Hurry!
structed Bob.
Frantically, the couple was packed up in a mome
and was already wrestling the heavy oak door open wh
suddenly; the lights in the room went out. This injecteven more adrenalin into their bodies. Everything slow
down for them, their senses were heightened, and th
primal instinct took over. All they could think of was
run, run as away as fast as possible. As they reached t
end of the dim corridor and rounded the corner at full pe
a tall figure was visible at the end of that hall. Bob slid to
halt with Hannah close behind. The figure was approac
ing them while buttoning up its lab coat. The mysterio
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preoccupied with the recent near-death experience notice the o
stare. They walked up to the desk and begged him to get the other
men to investigate the hotel. The officer did not speak a word of E
and he signaled told them to wait in one of the chairs. Through a
esting exchange of sign language and simple words, the officer
lished that no one else was at the station at that moment and an E
speaking detective would be there tomorrow. The officer assured
they would be safe in the police station. The policeman agreed to lesleep on the couches in the waiting room.
preoccupied with the recent near-death experience notice the o
stare. They walked up to the desk and begged him to get the oth
licemen to investigate the hotel. The officer did not speak a w
English and he signaled told them to wait in one of the chairs. Th
an interesting exchange of sign language and simple words, the
established that no one else was at the station at that moment a
English speaking detective would be there tomorrow. The offi
sured them, they would be safe in the police station. The poli
agreed to let them sleep on the couches in the waiting room.
The next morning, Hannah awoke from her sleep to a flu
activity. Bob was sound asleep, still exhausted from the last nigh
capade. People were coming into the station to start the days
Seeking some serious help, Hannah was able to locate the senior
tive. She convinced him to investigate the hotel, but the officer ke
ing that he had never heard of a Hotel Toscano in the area that fit t
scription she gave. The detective was not very busy, so he decide
he would accompany these crazy tourists and just do what they s
they would shut up. Anyways he remembered that he needed tup some meat from the deli on the way back from the hotel. It
convenient excuse to get out of the office since there werent any
that needed his immediate attention. Hannah woke Bob and the
the officer to the hotel site.
When Bob, Hannah, and the detective reached the site
were greeted by a large villa that looked just like the hotel. Bu
was no arch over the driveway, the wrought iron gate was over
with vines and was chained shut. The building itself was in rui
roof was virtually non-existent and the walls, which once had a
derful cream faade, were nothing but crumbling ruins overgrowvines. The whole place looked like it was untouched since the 16
tury and had been left to rot away.
See! I told you. Nothing here. Maybe you drink vino little too m
you imagine. I have important work to do at polizia station. I hav
now. Ciao said the officer as he poked his head out of his car wi
He was soon gone and only Hannah and Bob were left standing in
of the imposing gate.
Maybe hes right, I mean we were drinking last night an
know what that can do to your mind said Hannah.
But that cant be. I mean, it all seemed so vivid! Besides, ais supposed to make you forget things right? replied Bob in
tressed voice.
I dont know honey. Why dont we just get back in the c
forget about all of this answered Hannah.
Admitting defeat, they walked back to their car. Hannah
first, but Bob took a final look at the building before getting in t
He looked at where he thought their room had been last night.
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man shouted from the end of the hallway
in a low, raspy voice; Signor, signora!
Why you leave so fast? What is zee mat-
ter? It was Claudio. Without a moment
wasted, Bob started running down to the
other end of the hall, giving Hannah a
shove in that direction when he passed
her. Bob and Hannah were both quite in-toxicated by the wine and were putting
their tolerance and coordination to the
test. Hannah looked over her shoulder
and almost tripped from the sight Clau-
dio, Chef Roberto and Danilo. Sprinting
their way down towards their car, both of
them nearly took a tumble down the
stairs. When they finally reached their car,
Bob was fumbling and patting his pockets
like crazy to find his keys. When he fi-nally did, it took him a leisurely time to
get the tiny Fiat 500 unlocked and out of
the parking lot. As Hanna was closing her
door, She heard that low raspy voice in
the distance Whereyougoing! Come back
here! The small 69 horsepower midget
of an engine strained as it pulled the pair
and their belongings to safety.
After nearly driving off the road
several times the couple spotted the lightsof a small town in the distance. The fog
had cleared up by then and they were
able to reach it without any further trou-
ble. Bob decided that the best place for
them to go would be the police station.
Luckily, it was right on the street that
they were on and they had no trouble
finding it. Bob slotted the car with quite a
bit of un-coordination under the sign that
said Polizia. The inside of the station was
bare of people, except for one man at the
front desk in the waiting room. The lone
policeman was at the desk with his head
buried in that days newspaper. When the
couple stumbled through the door, he
lowered his reading material and gave an
annoyed stare, then got back to his news-
paper. Both Bob and Hannah were too
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The walls were falling apart and through a gap in the wall he saw something that rocked his soul. Up on the
second floor, between the vines and crumbling concrete, was his leather jacket hanging right where he put it
the night before.
By Juha, Grade 10
BUTTERFLY-VISUAL ARTS WINNER-
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NON-FICTION
Does God Exist?: An Exposition by Nicole
Weathering the Storm by Sam
Manila by Esther
Living With the Scars of Beautiful
Reality by Nikki
Is the Red Apple Really Red? by Nicole
Writers for this section
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Theanswer could only be one of two: yes or no. Yetthere has been a great schism between the two campswho support either answer for the vehicle of thoughtthat humans ride nowadays of reason and science spurn-
ing from the Age of Enlightenment that begun in the 17th
century, can neither prove nor disprove the existence of God.It is acknowledgeable that the camp of the Yes answer re-
sides under the banner of Religion, and the camp of the No
At the outset, both camps must agree that both answers can-
not be both right. I cannot reconcile in my conscience the no-
tion that an entity can simultaneously exist and not-exist.
This is unless some metaphysics scientist tried to debunk my
statement and prove that entities could both exist and not
exist at the same time. Hence, it is either There is no God or
While religion bases its belief in the existence of God on faith,science bases its disbelief in the existence of God on the cur-
rent lack of scientific evidence supporting Gods existence.
Whereas the definition of faith is to believe in something
even without hard evidence, the definition of evidence is
anything that can be touched, felt, smelled, seen, or heard by
humans or their instruments. Evidence is basically physical
things that can be examined, measured, and analyzed by hu-
However, there lies the inherent incompatibility of science
and God. Science is the study of physical phenomena. God is
a spiritual phenomenon. Thus, there is a great abyss between
Since science can only explain physical phenomena, how
then is it a practical tool for establishing the existence or non-
Therefore, I find that science has no grounds to declare the
non-existence or existence of God for it is totally beyond the
Since science is no mode to answer the question of Gods ex-
istence, where can humans look to for answers? Let us back
track from science, and seek out its predecessor. Before hu-mans set out to understand the universes laws through ex-
perimentation, they did so only by thought. The collective
method of using pure human thought and reason to explain
the universe is called Philosophy. And it is from Philosophy
Since, Science stems from Philosophy, and Philosophy stems
from pure Reason I ask myself where does Reason come
from? All I know is that it happens in our brain, our mind,
where electrical pulses pass from the synapses of neurons to
other neurons. My
new question is:
How does some-
thing of the con-
sistency of cold
oatmeal (thebrain) capacitate
to comprehend
the workings of
Thus, only after
that questioned is satisfied can I continue my dig for the a
swer to Does God exist? Along those lines, I must also
my self, Do I exist? for it is almost the same question. R
edly, this fundamental human question has already been
swered: I think, therefore I am. So, is that how we solve
problem the way Descartes solved his own question of existence? Thus the available answers to the question Do
God exist? would become I believe, therefore God is. o
I come to the conclusion that the only way to finally find
true answer to this question is death. In the end, we all di
When humans pass death, there lies the answer to anothe
question: Will we all enter eternal oblivion or will we fac
either eternal life or eternal death or will we simply reinc
In the end, science and religion establishes no absolutes f
universe for they are both merely extensions of human cu
ity and human uncertainty. When we raise the question o
Gods existence, we find no definite answers but merely s
more light on our human un-omniscience. Do partially co
scious beings even have the capacity to determine the exi
tence of a supposedly omniscient being? Is the ant capabl
discovering how a whole human being looks like? (Im su
ants are only able to see fragments of us. And germs will
haps question the existence of a whole human altogether
only possible way we can get an answer regarding the qu
tion of God's existence while we are still alive is for God,
indeed he does exist, to one day show up in the sky for al
Reaching no definite answer in the course of my argumen
thus conclude by quoting myself: Doubt is the beginning
deep contemplation.
DOES GOD EXIST?: AN EXPOSITION
Nicole, Grade
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LIHAM
ever few posses-
sions they had,
along with their
homes. However,
ISMs dedication
to the partnership
with PCF and Pa-
paya Academy (a
similar beneficiary
working with
squatter communi-
ties) ensured that
the immediate
health concerns of the community at Tondo and Payatas were swift
met, with PCF reporting a return to status quo within a few week
With the funds raised by ISM, supplies were also bought for medic
missions that took place during the weeks that followed. The spread
disease caused by the flooding was (and still is) a huge threat. PCF al
has a school in Baguio, so when typhoon Pepeng hit on October 4
devastating many communities in northern Luzon with landslides, was able to divert aid to those communities too.
More remarkable than the incisive decisions made by th
schools administration though, were the efforts exemplified by IS
students immediately in the wake of the destruction. By Monday lunc
break ISMs Battle of the Bands core had rallied together some 40 vo
unteers and performers to plan a charity rock concert to be held th
Friday. The ambitious idea, like so many others, came together throug
conversations overFacebookand quickly developed into a communit
wide project, incorporating the support of student and teacher band
cultural clubs, the environment council, and ISMs administration,
well as parental connections, which ensured high profile food stal
The theme was simple: resilience and brotherhood in the face of adve
sity the concerts name, Singing in the Rain, embodied just th
spirit. All said and done, the concert that began with humble expect
tions raised over 8500 U.S. dollars in just a few hours. As one teache
remarked, [this event] just goes to show what students are capable
when they mobilize.
The devastation caused by typhoon Ondoy was, in man
ways, a wake-up call. Like 2005s Hurricane Katrina, Ondoy pointed
many of the inadequacies of the current government disaster relief sy
tem. Moreover it served as a grim reminder that climate change is dr
matically influencing weather patterns. If Ondoy revealed anythin
about the Philippine people it is that we are a resilient bunch som
thing CNN newscasters pointed to when reporting on the recent passin
of typhoon Santi the fourth typhoon to strike in a month. Indeed,
showed to many of ISMs students that the bubble our elite cla
community seems to exist in, is notimpenetrable.
Obviously, more work needs to be done, but the immedia
response seen from both administration and students promises to hera
an emboldening of the spirit of brotherhood and empathy that ISM ha
for so many years, tried to foster.
Sam, Grade 1
WEATHERING THE STORM
The Philippines is used to being battered by typhoons. Heavy
rains are expected during monsoon season. It seemed, then,
based on past experience, the typhoon that made landfall on
ember 25th would be nothing out of the ordinary. Thats how it
ed.
Typhoon Ondoy slammed into the main island of the Philip-s, Luzon, with a fury in the form of flooding and mudslides.
t seemed like just another storm proved to be anything but, as
apital city, Manila, suffered damage unparalleled since the Sec-
World War. The majority of ISM students and faculty enjoyed
uxury of safety while the poorest areas of the city began to un-
. The seriousness of the situation quickly became apparent. The
o Manila area, home to some fifteen million inhabitants, was
led; 80% of Manila was left under water after having received
st a months worth of rain in under 12 hours.
Late into the day, the government declared a national state
lamity and ordered all schools in the Metro Manila area to close
he following day, Monday. Many schools would actually be
formed into evacuation centers that week. Many ISM studentsmed that, despite its track record of resilience in the face of ex-
ve decrees, ISM would indeed follow suit and remain closed
When it was determined that no major structural damage had
incurred by the school and that class would be held on Monday
was a mixed reaction among students. Social networks like
bookmade it apparent that a lot of students were upset over the
lopment as they felt that it was inappropriate to go on with
iness as usual, while over half of the city remained under water
hundreds of thousands were homeless. However, vexation
kly turned into motivation. Students came together and decided
the school remaining open was in fact a blessing, as it would
e as an excellent hub for coordinated relief efforts.
Many in the ISM community were severely affected by them. Although most of the families of students and expatriate fac-
emerged relatively unscathed, a significant number of the
ols support staff, especially those living in the worst affected
such as Marikina, had their homes inundated.
In an emergency meeting on Monday morning, ISMs ad-
stration determined that ISMs disaster relief fund would be
d primarily at helping fulfill the immediate needs of those in the
community (custodians and support staff, over a hundred of
se homes had suffered considerable damage) and two of its ser-
partners, the Philippine Community Fund (PCF) and Papaya
demy, with remaining funds to be invested in more long-term
inable reconstruction efforts.
PCF is a community development organization that works
e squatter communities at the infamous Pier 18 Dumpsite in
do. It has an excellent reputation for offering direct help to those
in need. The groups mission is to permanently improve the
ty of life for the poorest Filipino communities, through educa-
nutrition, health, medical and family enhancement programs.
also ISMs waste management partner uses recycled trash to
e jewelry, bags, and other products that can be sold abroad for
returns. The income generated by these items is used for a myr-
of community development projects. The poor communities l
g on and around the dumpsite communities of Pier 18 and
tas were absolutely devastated, with many families losing what-
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NON-FICTION
Im the luckiest person in the entire face of the
world.
Everyday I walk to school with a metal struc-ture strapped on me and people ask, What
happened to you? Sometimes when I dont feel like talking,
I say I hurt myself, other times I cut the story short because
there are so many things that have happened that even
words themselves cannot portray.
Its a story that changed my life.
In May I went to Jakarta for a Touch Rugby Meet
with two perfectly fine knees. I never had a knee problem
and for two games they were fine until the third game. Dur-
ing the third game, I passed the ball to the other team be-cause it was our turn for defense and while I was running
backwards to get into position I spun my self to the right
side and then blacked out. Im not sure what was going on
just that I felt this surge of pain seep right through some-
where. Lying there on the grass, I experienced the most
tragic seconds of my life. It was as if knives were cutting me
alive. The pain was unexplainable, how I could feel each of
my muscles taken apart yet become numb to the sense of
touch. I could feel the pain but I couldnt point out where it
was and then out of no where I started to cry and scream. I
have only twice in my life cried because of sport-related
injuries. I get hurt so often that I am practically immune to
the pain but I knew that this was not the same and that it
would hurt even more if I kept it to myself.
I was sent to the best clinic in Jakarta and they said
nothing was wrong but inside I could feel something was
different.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
That was May.
Everybody, including my parents, thought I wasmaking a big deal out of everything and even until today, I
dont blame them. I fell down by myself with no whatsoever
physical contact. Even if I was the one watching myself I
would have thought crying and screaming was over-
exaggerating. I could walk, I could run, I could dance, so
there was really nothing wrong. But I could feel it. I could-
nt figure out what it was but something was wrong. My
parents, for the sake of trying to do something about it,
made me get acupuncture. But nothing changed. So I kept
on complaining until even I, myself, felt that I was
overreacting. I eventually stopped.
Then one day during summer school, I pla
basketball and the same thing happened but this tim
was warned before I fell down: I felt my right knee buc
This time when I fell down I didnt cry. I just lay t
thinking, I told you so. The health trainer took m
and told me my Medial Collateral Ligament was just
and that MCLs can heal on its own. He told me that
followed exactly what he said it would be all right. Sofive weeks, all I did was bike for 10 minutes and
weights for two hours. Finally, I was convinced th
could play basketball again.
But it happened again, and the summer sch
decided to make me take an MRI.
When the results came outACL and meni
and MCL all completely tornI was speechless. I stare
this long sheet of paper typed up in the ugliest font I
ever seen. I didnt understand it. I told my doctor, I d
want to know what happened, just tell me if I neehave surgery or not. My doctor just said Yesat
moment I knew everything was going to change. He s
would have to tell my parents about this and that its
something that I can hide like last time. So I told my d
was afraid though, afraid of the fact that he might get
gry with me for basketball even after he told me no
But he didnt and it is because he didnt I cried. I cried
day because of everything. I cried because I knew I wo
nt be playing sports or dancing for a year or two. I c
LIVING WITH THE SCARS OF
BEAUTIFUL REALITY
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LIHAMfore my school work could be done. This was true, yet for
many weeks I didnt do anything but sleep, because I just
wanted time to pass.
Then I came back to ISM and from there the real
story begins.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
I was on a wheel chair for 6 weeks. In those 6 weeks I
gauged on who were real friends and who werent. I gained
different perspectives of life.
Everyday I try to catch up with work Ive missed.
Everyday I have less than 4 hours of sleep. I have such a hard
time at school because people dont know who I am and I
have difficulty becoming friends with new people because I
cant be the over energetic and spontaneous person I used to
be. I have such a hard time moving from class to class, I have
such a hard time dealing with rehabilitation, I have such a
hard time fitting everything in one day, I have such a hardtime trying to make people understand why I put my bag in a
wheelchair, why I cant use crutches and I have such a hard
time waiting for the year to pass.
I used to wonder and sometimes I still do, why this
happened to me. Why out of all people, me who loved sports
to the extent that every season I would do 2 sports and every
day after school I would be running, did this happen to me? I
used to cry every night because so many things have changed
because of this. My dream of being this well-rounded person
was fading. Even more than that, the most dominant factor of
my life was lost, spirit. Today, I remind myself that it hap-
pened to me because I deserve a break. I deserve to come
home at 3pm, I deserve not to be all sweaty at the end of the
day.
I remind myself that what happened made me realize
how much my family meant to me. Throughout everything,
my family, especially my dad, was there through the whole
run. Through this incident, Ive seen both my mom and dad
cry because they were sorry for not noticing earlier, for being
so stupid to just leave things, for not being able to afford a bet-
ter country to live in. I understood. I love my parents, and
even through all my complaining, my tear-filled nights, my
typical teenager attitude, they were still there for me. My little
brother, who had to deal with my bossing around, never com-
plained. As a family we cried, as a family we felt pain, as a
family we are facing difficulties, as a family we savor every
part of life. My family members are the three people that are
always there to catch me when I look back or fall back. I want
to say thank you for everything.
ause I knew surgery hurt. I cried because I never expect
After summer ended and while everyone else was
k in school, I had surgery. Before they put me on anes-
sia this woman told me, Youre a brave kiddo, the
ungest one Ive ever worked on. Then they talked about
sthesia whether to do a half or a full and when they de-
ed on full I was overjoyed because I wouldnt have to
r what was going on. She said, Sleep well and I closed
eyes.
I was wrong.When I woke up, everything was done but my
oat was burning as if flames were inside. I moved around
naling the nurse that I was awake and that I needed some
ter. I weakly said Water. She replied No, you cant
ve water for the next 8 hours. I was struck.
When I was wheeled back to my hospital bed it
s the beginning of living torture. Nobody would give me
ter and on top of that I had practice this breathing proce-
e. Even worse was having to spit out green stuff (I still
nt know what its called). If I didnt follow these rules I
uld potentially have heart problems so it was critical.
erything was blurry that day. People kept hitting my face
ng to wake me up. They asked me if I wanted to watch
. or do anything and in my mind I kept on saying,
EAVE ME ALONE. Then in the 4thhour my leg was sud-
nly streaked with insurmountable pain. I started scream-
and then a nurse came in and she started getting mad at
and my dad kept on trying to tell her that I was only a
and to please understand and she said Youre alreadySuck it up. And I started to cry trying to prove to her
t saying that wouldnt make it any better. Eventually she
the point and gave me morphine. By the 5th hour I told
dad, Dad, I dont care if I throw up just give me the
mn water. and he said no. I needed to wait for 3 more
urs.
I wanted to sleep. I wanted time to pass by, to get
over with. The pain was so traumatizing that I kept
nking somebody ease this pain. The thing is, nobody
. It was my first taste of reality.
Eventually time passed and with a sore throat I
nt through rehabilitation everyday. I met soccer players,
leyball players, old men and women. All with their own
ries, all older than me. My health trainers asked me
hat did you do to yourself? Its as if you put your life on
life for sports. Not even athletes come with knees like
urs.
I was being backed up on work. Mr. Brown told
parents that it wasnt my brain that was hurt and there-
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NON-FICTIONI know that if I never got hurt I would have never
gone to the hospital and met so many people all with their
own life stories. I would have never learned that disease can
be a beautiful thing when you look at it in a different way. I
would have never learned the importance of good health
without this experience. I would have never cared about dis-
abled people.
It is now my 8th week since the operation.
I wonder about all the people that have to live with
this for their whole life. I think about how hard it must be for
them, living unnoticed. When I see high steps, or no ramps, I
think to myself, If only they made it less steep, if only they
built a ramp, Is it really that hard? I think about how selfish
our society is and how it has no consideration for the minori-
ties. I wonder about the pain that these people have to face
every moment that they are alive knowing that there will beno second that they dont fight their disability, trying to love
it more than hate it. I respect them for being so strong. I re-
spect them for dealing with it. I also respect who ever takes
care of them. I respect those who support them. I respect
them for being who they are.
I am currently trying to get myself to swim again
and hopefully go to swimming IASAS. I joined MUN and I
would have never realized such a rewarding opportunity to
learn and to travel if not for my inability to play soccer. I am
trying to focus more on my studies.
I have had an experience that not many kids my age
have and in that way I believe I am special. I am waiting for
that day that I can tell every one of you my whole story but
for now, my story ends here.
I want to thank those who shared this pain with me.
Thank you to the trainers, the doctors, the strangers who
have opened the door for me. I want to thank my best friends
for being there for me. I want to thank my teachers and my
counselor for dealing with me and my situation; thank you so
much. But most of all, I want to thank my family and thankyou for having the endurance to read up to the end.
I truly am the luckiest living human in the whole
world.
Live to love and laugh, because life is too short for
anything else.
IS THE RED APPLE
REALLY RED?-CONTEST WINNER-
To understand some-
thing, we need to rely on
our experience and culture.
Does that mean it is
impossible to obtain
objective knowledge?uman diversity is an amazing fact. Despite being
same species, human beings around the world
different from each other on many levels of know
that each person adds colors to the palette of human exi
even without the deliberate intent of doing so.
Across the globe, there is the phenomenon of p
having mixed cultures, dissimilar life experiences, diverse
and contrasting social-political backgrounds. People from
ent places display distinct characteristics. Zooming-in
continent-wide to neighborhood-wide lenses, the stark co
between human opinions, beliefs, and attitudes towar
given subject can be observed, formed on the basis of indi
past experiences and cultural backgrounds. Thus, an
woman would think differently from an Australian aborig
regarding food, clothing, science, religion, and many
things; but also, the same Indian woman would think diffe
from another Indian woman living across her street. In
words, a unique paradigm around which every person
unconsciously builds his or her world-view or perspec
what is real filters all information received and influences
understanding. Therefore, we come across the question,
that mean it is impossible to obtain objective knowledge?
In the face of celebrating our rainbow of culture
experiences, this question is most especially important giv
modern-day trend of globalization. People nowadays cons
normal to come together on a daily basis under commo
nomic interests, environmental goals, social tolerance, cu
appreciation, etcetera that we begin to wonder whether
those deeply-imbed cultural and experiential dissimilarit
deed stand as a huge unassailable barrier to creating (or d
ering, whichever way you view the process of attain
knowledge that is universal. Or will knowledge always be
thing different in the brains of different people?Nikki, Grade 9
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The answer to the quoted question, if giving myself no time
for deliberation, is immediately no. On the surface, it seems absurd to
think that objective knowledge cannot be possible (taking into account
that objective knowledge is not an equal translation of the word
truth, a concept of deeper, more profound connotations). We know
that there are things about which two culturally and socio-politicallydifferent people (provided they possess a sufficient degree of sanity)
would not dispute heavily such as the existence of the sun , the neces-
sity of food to survive , or that sexual intercourse potentially produces off-
spring. For the most part, such indisputable claims of knowledge are
established by common sense, shared human experience, or the scien-
tific method. So I answer, Yes, objective knowledge is indeed possi-
ble. (And it is, might I say, such a convenience to establish.)
How I wish I could say it ends there and that Im done an-
swering the question. But delving deeper into the case, one discovers
that the establishment of objective knowledge, especially by the threementioned ways, crosses the border into subjective knowledge terri-
tory. For example, in history we read that in Galileos time it was
common sense to know that the earth is flat. But knowing that the
earth is round now, does that make the ancients view of a flat earth
objective or subjective?
A red apple: it is red. That pre-schooler fact is established by
our shared human experience. But does everyone really see the red
apple as red? What if color-blind people (or even absolutely blind peo-
ple) do not see the red apple as red (or do not see the apple at all)?
Does that mean color-blind and blind people are wrong? Does the gen-
eral human population have the right to claim they are right about the
apples color? Even a dog will see the color of a red apple differentlyfrom a butterfly. Does the apple have no absolutely objective color?
Does that mean color is subjective knowledge? (It seems like it.)
What about science is it entirely objective, as it is purposed
to be? Even with the merciless tools of the scientific method which aim
to obliterate human subjectivity, throughout the centuries scientific
theories have been disputed over, constantly modified, thrown away,
and/or salvaged due to the progressive steps of scientific discovery
and analysis. Does that mean the validity of scientific theories is sub-
ject to the minds of scientists? I guess so.
So if even science, which we all hail as the supreme to
of objective, is still actually subject to the minds of the scientis
who decide which theories to keep and which to throw, is the h
man attainment of objective knowledge then impossible?
My answer is yes. Yes, it is almost impossible to for thentire human race to have one objective bank of knowledg
Almost impossible I say, not impossible; because otherwise, i
use absolute terms, this essay would invalidate the whole point
the human pursuit of knowledge which is to arrive at the trut
some time or later. Thus it is a given that objective knowledge
not impossible. At the moment, the universal truth seems ungras
able, but humans are adamant about pursuing knowledg
(Indeed, the theoretical physicists are still grappling over the Th
ory of Everything.) The pursuit of truth is an inescapable, in-bre
trait of the human race. The accumulation of doubts and an exp
nentially heightening pile of unanswered questions which resu
from centuries of pursuing knowledge have no power to discou
age us from continuing our journey of discovery and understaning. The human will is still frenzied over pouring in passion an
energy into the worthy quest of the indomitable truth that ocea
of truth, wherein the lines between subjective knowledge and o
jective knowledge and the many other existing types of knowled
can sigh their last and fade away
.
I end with this quote by Isaac Newton:
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but
myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashor
and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebb
or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth la
all undiscovered before me.~ From Brewster, Memoirs of Newton (1855)
NON-FICTION
Nicole, Grade 11
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A
gainst the cloudless sky, where a couple ofsparrows soared through the unbearably hu-
mid air, the stoplight blazed a bloody red. The
minute the light lit up, dark-skinned, grimylooking children dispersed from a corner of the street.
Like black ants swarming around biscuit crumbs, these
children horded around the lined up cars, each child
knocking on the windows, cupping their little, filthy
hands, and yelling, maam, pera, pera, po.One of them,
a little girl, rushed towards my car. The gaze that has lost
half the touch of reality melted the glass; the two eyes
were two wrinkled, salty olives soaked in ghostly blank-
ness. Indeed, it was a truly terrifying sight as the child
puffed mist on the window with her drooping cavern-
like mouth. She constantly knocked and begged for a
peso or two, until the stoplight turned green once moreand the car rushed on, leaving the dirty child behind in
the middle of the street, her cupped palms still empty.
The bare soles of these impoverished creatures are
caked with grey stuff at its folds, as well as their finger-
nails each nail has unidentifiable grime stuck under.Often the thin dark fingers would hold strings sewn with
white sampaguita flowers while the other hand wouldform a small tunnel around their black lips, shouting
fresh flowers.Yet the deafening roar of the Fords andthe BMWs darting by instantly crushes the faint voices of
the children.
Ya-ya, take care of Angel,please. Shes crying,
There was a huge family sitting down on the table next
to mine. The mother of the family was one of thoseproud Filipino women who always have scented makeup
plastered thickly on their faces and weigh themselves
down with dozens of golden chains wrapped around
their slender necks. The smell of her Bvlgari perfume
pierced the rim of my nostrils like needles. In a very
strong and arrogant Filipino accent she snapped at the
two nannies, both wearing white, sitting at the corner ofthe table. Immediately the two dropped their spoon and
forks as one reached for the toddlers toy while the otherpicked up the child and cooed at the wailing face.
Why is it that well-off mothers, who spend a majority of
their time at the spa and the mall, are never willing to
take care of their own young? A scene too familiar in the
sophisticated parts of Manila, as mothers are either very
busy picking on their salpicao and salad, or observantly
looking at shop windows in the Greenbelt Malls
her two children follow her on strollers pushed
least two invisible figures dressed in white. Arounoutdoor malls I have often seen a mother cat licki
kittens and keeping their furs clean. Also, I was told that children who belong to wealthier familie
helped at the showers until the child is twelve yeaby their ya-yas, whose hands are eternally attach
the smooth arms of these children.
The plates, inadequately filled with limp stir-fried
kong stalks and cold rice placed in front of the y
were barely touched as the talkative family walke
of the restaurant through its arched exits. Soon
they left, a stray tabby cat slowly meandered tow
the table, pounced on it, and slowly began licking u
food with its rubbery tongue. In a few minutes it lef
appearing into the night.
I was passing through the financial district of the c
its peak time of the day, at around 7 oclock in thening. Traffic in Manila is like a herd of a thousand
phants stomping away from ivory hunters. Even witwindows rolled up, the sound of the unbearable ho
and engines rumbling seeped through the crackcrevices like poisoning gas. With deft maneuvering
wheels the car eventually made its way out of the
hem, but soon I was stopped by a police officer drin blue. He motioned the windows to be rolled down
Yes?
He took off his gold-rimmed sunglasses, and while
ing them on his sky-blue shirt, Maam, you have
an illegal right-turn. At this point my driver interj
in rapid Tagalog, loudly complaining at the police
The officer put his glasses back on, swatted a mosaway from his arm, cleared his throat, and murm
something quietly to my driver.
Sandali lang,he answered. Then he reached f
back pocket and took out his battered wallet; from
took a five hundred peso bill and gave it to the offic
The policeman snuck the bill slyly in his pocket,
with a quiet salamathe waved his hands towards
roads and sent us off.
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LIHAM
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POETRY
The Veiled Intent of War by Alex
Blow Your Precious Tears Away by Soowan
Drastic Measures by Christopher
Continuity by Toni
Carol of a Woman by Cathy
Not Your Average Stereotypical
Guy by Mic
Writers for this section
Elevator by Matt
The Chair by Lynn
The Storm by Jeremy
Diet Drinks by Juha
Marshmallows by Soowan
Game Theory by Jose
New Interlocking Shapes by JuliaEine Villanelle de Asuka by Asuka
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POETRYTHE VEILED INTENT
OF WAR
Pain, pain aroused by its puerile power.
Alex, Grade 12
BLOW YOUR
PRECIOUS TEARS
AWAY
Blow your precious tears I believe that youve changed my life fo
Rise and shine like in the mornin
I owe you.
Im not going to find another somebody lik
n
Blow your precious tears
I know its the sweetest debt; Ill ever have to
More than life now more than
Rise and shine like in the mornin
The time cant take
All the sunlight in the morning. Whats
Blow your precious tears
I wish I had more than just a life time. Eve
To give back all youve given me more
Rise and shine like in the mornin
And my love, you soak into my heart and brai
bI might make mistakes, how
Blow your precious tears
Rise and shine like in the mornin
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POETRYCAROL OF A WOMAN
Carols pummeled the shops sign boards,
Scribbling across the dust-filled counter,
Across the womans airless hearts chords,
Revolving around like ripples of the nights river,
Across the inky snow smearing the window,
That would vanish once this season is gone,
Isolating further apart the widow,
Cold and continuous the cheers leave her alone.
Sorry, you are not invited to this celebration,
The Siberian wind hiss to her ears,
Whose shape and form are like those of an apparition
Bleary-eyed, her time goes without peers.
Trudging her silent path home,
With icicles hanging off her finger.She harbored if a happy day will ever come
Despondent, her steps went with no answer.
NOT YOUR AVERAGE STEREOTYPICAL GUY
Oh curse the usual stereotypes!
For he is not like those in Hollywood.
To them, he is as irritating as bagpipes
In these eyes, its nothing but good.
What is seen is what is outside,
Only I accept what is within him.
Unlike the rest, never had he lied
For his words are as solemn as a hymn.
To the others, a pest is he,
But why should I care what they may think?
If it were true, the pest belongs to me.
He and I are two beats in sync.
Famous stars may have it all
But out of them all, he is the one standing tall.
Mic, Grade 11
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LIHAMTHE CHAIRn the winter
a chair was put
nto my fathers shower
during his daily ablutions
the chair made gravity tolerable
for his creaking body
ifted him to
the falling water
that shoved dirt off his skin
but couldnt budge
the grains of time
that had lodged in his knees
they were rough, jagged, these grains
they rubbedagainst the bones in his body
they rubbedagainst his chair
and slowly
slowly
eroded
them
to
d
u
s
t
so i made him a new chair
tore my hair out of my headand spun the strands into steel
built the chairs frame
pulled out the fibers of my heart
and made pillows
padded the chair
picked my nails out of my hands
and carved them into diamonds
adorned the chair
collected my tears of joy
and made a soothing enamelshined the chair
n the spring
this chair was put
nto my fathers shower
ts still there.
Lynn, Grade 10
THE STORMThe wind blows and creates waves towards the shore.
Children cry, and to the gods the adults pray.When this will end, nobody knows for sure.
It doesnt fade away; it comes more and more.
People are full of fear as the clouds darken the bay.
The wind blows and creates waves towards the shore.
Toward the shore the winds blow, down to the land the
rains pour.
The waves sweep away the dead bodies from where the
lay.
When this will end, nobody knows for sure.
Endlessly, the vigorous waves pound through the sandy
floor,
All furniture is mercilessly taken away.
The wind blows and creates waves towards the shore.
Incessantly, the rains leave marks on the roofs they tore
Throughout the deep wooden walls is all decay.
When this will end, nobody knows for sure.
More and more, the figures of the town blur.
The ones still alive plead the gods to give them a way.The wind blows and creates waves towards the shore.
When this will end, nobody knows for sure.
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Melting in my mou
All sticking to my teeth
Roasting them on fire was the times of delight
Soft moments all night
Heating them burn all the fire
Making wishes what you admireAfterwards you eat
Licking my lips to get that last piece of treat
Loving these are so painful at the end
Oh! Now I need to diet extra hard!
What has happened to my tummy?
So then I think of the tastes of marshmallows again.
POETRYDIET DRINKS
When you drink a serving of soda,
hopefully its not as tall as master Yoda.
But there are those who want to lose weight,
although they might not care whats on their plate,
They will always choose
the words diet, light or zero
in the hopes that the can lose.
But if you look at these people,
they are wider than a church steeple.
They have monster thighs,and 64 as a waist size.
Most cannot be bothered to exercise,
and instead would eat a dozen pies.
But the words diet, light and zero make them feel
slim
although the reality is quite grim.
So lets reconsider these diet drinks,
MARSHMALLOWS
Soowan, Grade 10
Juha, Grade
But the words diet, light and zero make
them feel slim
although the reality is quite grim.
So lets reconsider these diet drinks,
cause they just might be a big fat jinx.
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LIHAMELEVATORA slight cough and cellphones clicks
My reflection presses ever closer as Im squished against the
mirrored walls
Ding!
Clamor erupts as the thundering horde departs.
Catching my breath, the steel doors slide slo-
A hand wedges between! Im horrified as a man in red shoes
enters the box
I try not to stare; but the mirrored walls are unforgiving.
An awful stench filled the box.
I sensed a variety of smells a bad night at the coco cabana
perhaps?
Holding my breath I prayed that th
Ding!
The man in red shoes stumbled from the box,
And into the hallway past three beautiful young ladies.
I tired to smile, only to meet disgust in their faces.
The horrid stench; they think its me!Looking away the box amplified the whispers they spoke,
They are unforgiving just like the walls
Ding!
Red with embarrassment and turning away as they leave;
my reflection is unforgiving.
The steel doors slide slowly, Im trapped within.
The distant muzak returns.
I stare at the camera; its omniscient eye saw everything.
With a grateful sigh I see the lightDING!
I step out of the box, leaving the steel doors behind.
Matt, Grade 11
GAME THEORYI sit in class
and as X approaches zero,
there are less reasons
for me to care.
I wonder whats wrong
with me.
She says she wants me.
(But that she shouldnt, its trashy)
Hilariously, I like her because she has that class
because she wonders if the things she does are wrong,
or if she, in her luster, sh