Disclaimer:
This story intends to entertain and to inform young people of different sides of life and love. This is not to offend or to attack people whose lives are similar to the story.
The names, places, and date mentioned in this story are fictional. However, some parts of the story bear a resemblance to real events.
Translating, copying, or using this story without the author's permission and claiming it as yours are forms of theft that are never permitted and are stated by the law.
Each chapter may contain sensitive or vulgar words that are part of the original concept of this story, and if you have a poor understanding, don't continue reading this. But if you are prepared for the difficulty you may encounter in reading this,
WELCOME TO MY STORY :)
Again, whatever the similarity of some parts of this story to real people or events is, it is not intended by the author, and it is all fiction.
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- Author Pilyang Tinta -
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"Congratulations, Khaleesi!"
"Uy, Khal! Congrats! Ang galing mo!"
"Khal, congratulations! Ano handa?"
"Congratulations, Ma'am! LET naman next."
"Congratulations, Ma'am Khal! From your former students po."
"Congratulations, 'nak! Proud kami ni Papa mo sa'yo."
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Congratulations!
KHALEESI B. ANGELES
Bachelor of Secondary Education, Major in English
Graduate - Cum Laude
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Tahimik kong tinititigan ang malaking tarpaulin na nakapaskil sa dingding ng kwarto ko. Punong-puno ng buhay at kulay ang larawan kong kasama doon.
Hindi ko na mawari kung ilang minuto na akong nakatitig doon, bago ko pa mapagtanto ang unti-unting panunuyo at pagngalay ng mga mata ko.
Dumako naman ang tingin ko sa mga diploma't sertipikong nakapaskil sa tabi niyon. Marami... mula sa iba't ibang patimpalak na sinalihan ko simula pa noong elementarya hanggang kolehiyo. Ang ilan pa roon ay may mga nakasabit pang medalyang halos nangungupas na ang kulay ng iilan.
"Ang tanga mo, Khal..." usal ko sa mahinang boses, kasabay nang buntong-hininga. Ang bigat sa aking dibdib ay unti-unti nang namumuo, habang patuloy kong tinititigan ang mga katibayan kung gaano ako kasigasig at katalino.
Nagsimulang umalingawngaw sa isipan ko ang mga papuri't pagbati na natanggap ko noong nag-aaral pa ako. Kung gaano kasaya ang puso ko sa tuwing may naiuuwi akong sertipiko sa mga magulang ko.
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Lie Beyond The Wounds
General FictionShe was immature before she met this boy. She was vibrant as they began to fall. Yet, she was labeled as resentful, conceited, and self-centered when she chose her peace after he felt unhappy with her. Why? Why is only she the only one being blamed...
