hanneagedaria

[hanneagedaria]

FACIAL RECOGNITION

The person that i choose for this activity is my mom because even tho she died last February, i still remember all the details about her face, body and even her favorite line when she's mad. I clearly remember that she have a mole in her back, because back when I was a child I often give her a massage because I know how much she love it. If im not mistaken, she also have a mole in her right ear and I always tease her and said that she don't have to wear earrings because she already have one and my siblings and I will laugh like a hyena.

Additionally, she have preckles in her face, tho its not that obvious but i always notice it, she always tell me that she is the only one have preckles in the family. And her voice sounds like a angel whispering to my ears and sadly i don't have that talent but it's not a big deal to me.

Lastly, I can say that although she's not with us anymore, her memories will always be cherish by her family specially to us, her children. And that she will never be forgotten, even how many years because she left us with a good memory and lesson in life that we will never forget.

[hanneagedaria]

MEMOIR

One of the memorable event in my life is that when I first join the Drawing Compitition. It was pandemic at that time when I started to create a dummy account since i don't have anything to do at home. Ever since i was i child i really enjoy drawing, i feel like i was over the moon whenever i draw because I can express and tell others whathow i feel.

One glorious morning, i was scrolling through my phone when phone i saw a post that says "Drawing compilation, Draw your favorite anime character and win a t-shirt" i really like the design of that t-shirt so i sign up. After a few days the compitition started but i need to comply all of my activities first before i start to draw since sometimes it took me an hour before i finish my art and also because it was online classes at that time and i have to do my modules and at that moment i accepted that im not going to participate since i have so many activities to do, i finish all my activities almost midnight so i started to draw it took me almost 3 hours before i finish the drawing and i finally submitteda it to.

Furthermore, after 2 days the result revealed, my heart almost skip a beat at the same time i was worried because i really want to win because i like that t-shirt, and when they posted the result i was so happy because i won second place, the reward wasn't the one i expected but i was supper happy and it become memorable to me since this is the first time i join to the drawing compitition because before i was so worried that i will lose but after that compilation my confidence boost and until now i continue to join in every competition as possible.

[hanneagedaria]

FACIAL RECOGNITION

The person that i choose for this activity is my mom because even tho she died last February, i still remember all the details about her face, body and even her favorite line when she's mad. I clearly remember that she have a mole in her back, because back when I was a child I often give her a massage because I know how much she love it. If im not mistaken, she also have a mole in her right ear and I always tease her and said that she don't have to wear earrings because she already have one and my siblings and I will laugh like a hyena.

Additionally, she have preckles in her face, tho its not that obvious but i always notice it, she always tell me that she is the only one have preckles in the family. And her voice sounds like a angel whispering to my ears and sadly i don't have that talent but it's not a big deal to me.

Lastly, I can say that although she's not with us anymore, her memories will always be cherish by her family specially to us, her children. And that she will never be forgotten, even how many years because she left us with a good memory and lesson in life that we will never forget.

[hanneagedaria]

SELF OBITUARY

My name is Hannea Alia Gedaria. I'm 18 years old and was born in Imus, Cavite, on January 2nd, 2006. Growing up, I know for a fact that we're all going to die someday, but sometimes it scares me. It's not that I don't want to die; it scares me because I don't know how my family will react. Will they be sad because I died, or will they be happy for me because they know this is what I want? thats the question that i ask myself whenever i think of death

A girl who is conscious of her grades, a girl who sometimes overthinks about things that don't matter, that's the image that comes to everyone's mind whenever they hear my name. But for those who are close to me, they know that I'm not overly conscious about my grades. I just don't want to disappoint others, especially my family. And I don't really overthink about things that matter; it's just that I know someday I'll encounter that situation, and I'm just preparing myself for the worst.

Because thats the thing that i want others to remember when die

Now that my life has ended, I just want to say that I was really happy and contented in my life, and like an ocean, I can finally be free. Though it had its ups and downs, I can say that I accomplished the things that I want others to see whenever they remember me. Additionally, for my family, I know it's not the best, but I'm happy that even though they're not here whenever I need them, whenever I need someone to talk to about my problems and my successes, I'm still thankful that I became part of this family because they taught me lessons that I will never forget, even in the afterlife.

[hanneagedaria]

FACIAL RECOGNITION

The person that i choose for this activity is my mom because even tho she died last February, i still remember all the details about her face, body and even her favorite line when she's mad. I clearly remember that she have a mole in her back, because back when I was a child I often give her a massage because I know how much she love it. If im not mistaken, she also have a mole in her right ear and I always tease her and said that she don't have to wear earrings because she already have one and my siblings and I will laugh like a hyena.

Additionally, she have preckles in her face, tho its not that obvious but i always notice it, she always tell me that she is the only one have preckles in the family. And her voice sounds like a angel whispering to my ears and sadly i don't have that talent but it's not a big deal to me.

Lastly, I can say that although she's not with us anymore, her memories will always be cherish by her family specially to us, her children. And that she will never be forgotten, even how many years because she left us with a good memory and lesson in life that we will never forget.

[hanneagedaria]

TRAVELOGUE

I really like going out with my friends and family. The latest place we visited was Star City. As soon as I got out of the car, I couldn't help but notice the gigantic ferris wheel. I told myself I couldn't leave without riding it.

When we entered, I was so happy because it was so big and there were many rides to enjoy. The people were also very welcoming. At first, I hesitated to ride because I heard people screaming and I easily get dizzy, so I started with the low rides and also went into their horror booth. As night fell, I had ridden many rides, and the last one I wanted to ride was the ferris wheel. I told my brother I wanted to ride it, and when I was on it, I saw the view—it was beautiful, and I could see the people below.

Furthermore, as night came, I felt happy after enjoying many fun things, especially the ferris wheel, which was the best part. Also, on the way back home, I felt really happy because this trip gave me memories I'll always cherish. I'm definitely going back to Star City soon to try out the rides I missed this time.

[hanneagedaria]

REFLECTION ESSAY

Being too friendly really thought me that i am not everyone's cup of tea and its ok, i met a lot of people and sometimes they become my friend and other is stranger so i have this experience where  i met a friend and i really like being around her she like a mother to me but even though we're close enough she sometimes  makes fun of me for her to be in the middle.

There's a time where she mocked me in front of her other friend and this is not the first time she did that, so i cut my hair that time and it is really too short, and because of that she called me dora, the cartoon. I was offended at that time because her other friend laugh at me and keep on calling me dora i know for others its not a big deal but it really hurt my feelings, i feel like a heavy rock dropped in my chest,

because at tbat time i was really confident about my looks and then out of nowhere she would say such things.

Thereafter, this experience really effect me in a way that i become more conscious about how i look and since its not the first time she did that, but again we can't please anyone and that's ok. Beside i met a lot of friends who support me and be there for me for better or for worst.

[hanneagedaria]

REACTION TO PERSONAL NARRATIVE

Daniel's Personal Narrative is about her first bike, how she keep on practicing again and again until she learn how to ride it

After reading Daniel's Personal Narrative, I really got a mixed emotions because it reminds me of my  childhood, because growing up i didn't have a chance to ride a bike because i have a trauma back then, and i just love how she explain what she felt when her parents buy her and her brother a bike, and how she keep it in her mind until now.

Additionally, by reading her personal narrative i think i've known her more, and she thought me how to appreciate small things, and i love every progress she do, starting from riding a bike to motorcycle. Like a warrior she fought every battle that happens in her life, every bruises and scratches that indicates how many times she fell and how strong she become.

[hanneagedaria]

REFLECTION ESSAY

Being too friendly really thought me that i am not everyone's cup of tea and its ok, i met a lot of people and sometimes they become my friend and other is stranger so i have this experience where  i met a friend and i really like being around her she like a mother to me but even though we're close enough she sometimes  makes fun of me for her to be in the middle.

There's a time where she mocked me in front of her other friend and this is not the first time she did that, so i cut my hair that time and it is really too short, and because of that she called me dora, the cartoon. I was offended at that time because her other friend laugh at me and keep on calling me dora i know for others its not a big deal but it really hurt my feelings, i feel like a heavy rock dropped in my chest,

because at tbat time i was really confident about my looks and then out of nowhere she would say such things.

Thereafter, this experience really effect me in a way that i become more conscious about how i look and since its not the first time she did that, but again we can't please anyone and that's ok. Beside i met a lot of friends who support me and be there for me for better or for worst.

[hanneagedaria]

REACTION TO PERSONAL NARRATIVE

Daniel's Personal Narrative is about her first bike, how she keep on practicing again and again until she learn how to ride it

After reading Daniel's Personal Narrative, I really got a mixed emotions because it reminds me of my  childhood, because growing up i didn't have a chance to ride a bike because i have a trauma back then, and i just love how she explain what she felt when her parents buy her and her brother a bike, and how she keep it in her mind until now.

Additionally, by reading her personal narrative i think i've known her more, and she thought me how to appreciate small things, and i love every progress she do, starting from riding a bike to motorcycle. Like a warrior she fought every battle that happens in her life, every bruises and scratches that indicates how many times she fell and how strong she become.

[hanneagedaria]

PERSONAL NARRATIVE

When I was young, I like to watch other people draw, and I practice like almost everyday, I really want to have a set of crayons because I always saw my classmates have it, but inever dare to asked my mom for it since I know back then that we don't have enough money for that.

Time flies fast, it was my 15 birthday when my mom asked me what i want for my birthday, i said that i want set of crayons she said that she would buy it for me, but i didn't expect that she would actually buy it, i clearly remember that she gave it to me with a wrapped and a letter that says "Happiest birthday to my little artist".  I was over the moon and i immediately opened it, i love how organized it is and since then i always used it.

This even in my life motivate me to continue my passion in drawing and soon join in different compitttion, even though sometimes i lose but its a part of life, at first it was scary but my mom always told me that do what makes me happy, and live my life to the fullest, now that my mom is not here with us because she passed away last February, her word is my only weapon to continue my dream.

[hanneagedaria]

LOVE DEMANDS SACRIFICE (short story)

TRISTAN POV

Would you sacrifice your love for the sake of your friendship? Because if you're going to ask me my answer would be "Yes".

It's a new semester, i woke up when i heard someone knocking at my dorm, "hey, tristan we're going to be late" said someone outside the door "yes im coming" i shortly replied.

When i opened the door i saw my friend, her name is zelle, Zelle Emilia Galvez, we been friends for almost 4 yrs since i enter college, "let's go?" i asked then wrap my arm around her, She nodded and we start walking. When zelle finally found his classroom i started to look around the campus, i sat at the football field while i wait for my first class because my class will start at 11 am, and its only 8:00 thanks to my friend for walking me up too early.

"Can i sit here?" someone spoke at my back, "sure" i replied while scrolling through my phone. When i look on my left side)b feet n ththtthhhttyththhty my jaw almost drop when i saw the guy beside me, he has brown hair/hhngngnggnng kinda look sleepy also he smells good, "ahmm excuse me? is there something wrong?" the guy asked me "wha— no" i said "hi im tristan asher coleman, 4th year major in psychology" i added, he just looked at me "Zarrick" he replied "Zarrick, thats a good name huh?" i said then chuckled, "Zarrick Apxfel Monterro, 4th year, Pshc Student" he replied with a really deep voice

FAST FORWARD

When i enter the classroom my eyes sparked as i saw Zarrick sitting at the corner of our room, my heart skip a beat when i saw him looking into my direction, i think i fell in love at first sight. "tristan, TRISTANNN!!" zelle shouted, "whatt!" i replied "i called you multiple times, who are you looking?" she asked "what? looking? who?" i replied in panicked.

Zarrick start walking into our direction "Zarrick this is my friend tristan" Zarrick just looked at me "you guys know each other?" i confusedly asked, Zelle smile then nodded, she place her hand around zarrick's shoulder "Zarrick is my childhood friend, the one i told you about" she whispered

FAST FORWARD

"Hey zelle" i called her while we're walking "hmm??" she replied "i think i like zarrick" i added, zelle stop walking, "then why don't you tell him?" she asked "well, i–i can't" i responded "why?" she asked again, i wanted to tell her that the way zarrick looked at her means a lot, i want to tell her that zarrick is into her and not me. "nothing i just don't feel like it" i shortly replied, "ok whatever i'll let him know don't worry" she insisted then continue scrolling through her phone.

After that day i saw zelle and zarrick hanging out together like almost everyday, they started eating together, walking hime together and even going to school, i didn't mind it at first but one day i followed them, they sat at the foodball field where zarrick and i first met. a min later zarrick lean closer to zelle, i was shock when zarrick kissed zelle, My suspiciouns seems to be true, but it looked like they both like each other.

A week later i notice that zelle been avoiding me, after class i approach her "hey zelle" i called her, she didn't say a word "why are you avoiding me?" i asked "no im not" she shortly replied "what happened?" i asked again, "im sorry Tristan, zarrick and i are in a relationship" she said to me, "why didn't you tell me?" i asked again, she explained that before zarrick enrolled to that school, they already in a relationship.

After what she said i wanted to be mad at her but then i realized that i have the right to be hurt but i have no right to be angry at her because in the first place zarrick and i, never been in a relationship and will never be in a relationship.

10 years later, im already a psychologist, while I'm at my clinic someone texted me, when opened the message my tears fall down to my cheeks, not because im hurt but because im happy for my friend "Bestie, im getting married, you should go" "of course i'll come" i replied to the message. I stopped for a second, i remember the time when i was in love with this man and now his getting married to my friend.

At the wedding, my friend smiled at me while she walked in the aisle, i was super happy for her but at the same time, i was thinking what if i was in her position, what if i was the one getting married to this man in front of the altar, suddenly someone tap my back "can i sit here?" the guy said, "of course" i replied when i looked at him he look exactly like zarrick, with his brown hair, sleepy eyes, his moreno skin and he also smells good, i was interrupted when the priest stared saying "husband you can now kiss your bride" the crowd started clapping, so am i. After the wedding, she hugs me "thank ypu for coming" i hug her back "of course" i shortly replied, i my mind i was thinking that sometimes you have to let go the person you like for the sake of others.

[hanneagedaria]

LYRIC POEM

Our friendship's melody, crystal clear.

in sLike stars that dance in the midnight sky,

Friendship's glow never dwindles, never shy.

in my mind you'll never go

Through seasons that change, and years that fly,

In the heart's embrace, friendships never die.

In the book of friendship, our stories are sowed.

In the sanctuary of friendship, we find our place.

[hanneagedaria]

CINQUIAN POEM

Whinkers

Soft and Purring

Pouncing, prowling, hunting

Mysterious creatures of night

It's cats

[hanneagedaria]

CONCRETE POEM

[hanneagedaria]

HAIKU

The tree start dancing

Like how bird started singing

It brighten my eyes

[hanneagedaria]

DIONA

Ang pagtulong sa kapwa

Tila isang hiwaga

Diyos ang nagbiyaya