A letter to our teacher.

Dear sir Husly Renon,

III-St.Matthew would like to express their gratitude for all the efforts you have pushed through, from the beginning till this day, you have been a model of guidance and you have stood forth of  as a sample of a teacher  who cares for a class of mischief, and yet in the darkest days, you dare to draw a smile, we thank you so for who you are,  that in academics you thought us to have faith on our own, that in the scourge, you urge to shed a light, thank you sir for the things you have thought us to be and what we are. For in the future we bid warm wishes for a successful future to yourself and your career. 

War War War

War is filled with unimiginable rage of hunger, it fills the man's desire to consume peace and fill chaos to this never ending war, as politians seek forth to greed they leave a world battered with blood and death it silents peace and who are the ones affected? The people, the ones that get blown of to bits, die from stray bullets, die from desieses and the ones who lose their loved ones to war.
In the modern day, wars are everywhere, in Libya war is fought by arms, as rebels seek forth for a new goverment it plans to topple a 4-year decade by created by Gadhaffi's regime as the ousted leader hides, and the forces loyal to 123123 set forth strongholds to control some areas as the rebels continue to have want they dreamt for, as in Syria protestors march in the streets demand for a change, as they get shot by soldiers, deep inside war is inside us, we are fighting for ourself, our loved ones and for our country.
war is never been imagined, as together it is filled with lies, that politians make excuses for war, like in the iraq the united states invaded iraq in search of osama's weapons of mass destruction and later was found out that there was not a single weapon.

The Fanatic Network

     

 “Al Qaeda” The resilient group that shook the world by its terror through time and they are the ones accused over the responsibility of the 9/11 with its coordinate attacks and the fanatics who brought the Twin Towers down with a glimpse and shock to the homeland of the world’s strongest military power, the United States. 

 The Al Qaeda took terror over millions of people and they brought global terror, stabbing the hearts of millions with fear and dread.  in  which The Al Qaeda was once a group called "Mujahideen" (Islamic Freedom Fighters) they worked as a wave to expel the Soviet Union from Afghan soil and to protect their fellow Muslims, Osama Bin Laden served as the call for Muslims to engage on the "Holy War" or also known as Jihad as United States acted as a watchdog, they provided the funds, weapons and support to bring the war down leaving Soviet Union to pull its forces back from Afghanistan leaving a spark of civil-war. As leaders of the Al Qaeda strengthen within, the war-torn nation ends as Islamic ideologies continue to spread. However Bin Laden's ambitions continue to spread beyond its borders.

The  constant momentum of Al Qaeda from gaining strength, Bin Laden engaged on moving its unimaginable desires to spread its networks, with Al Qaeda's power it was capable of waging war to the west as the fanatic leader turned a tide of blood and death during September 11, 2001 four hijacked air liners  swoop off for a crash. Moments after, President George W. Bush declares war to Al Qaeda as the hunt for Osama Bin Laden as he calls the "war on terror" rages on, as years pass by a decade a different leader for America took a new step upon eradicating Al Qaeda, as time passed on, the war on terror acted as a gamble, leaving the America and countries who acted as support a lost. Last May 2, 2011 president "Barrack Obama" announced the world that the fanatic leader who brought inspirations and death to thousands of people dies. 

The death of Osama Bin Laden dealt a huge effect to the Al Qaeda, watching and waiting again for a time to bring terror that they once did as their fanatic leader, Bin Laden left a picture showing to the world that there shall never be peace.

The "Phantom Army"

       “Al Qaeda” The resilient group that shook the world by its terror through time, and still remained unchallenged. The ones accused over the responsibility of the 9/11 with its coordinate attacks, the fanatics who brought the Twin Towers down with a glimpse and shock to the homeland of the world’s strongest military power, the United States.
 The Al Qaeda took terror over millions of people and was who won the title as the "Phantom Army". The Al Qaeda brought global terror, stabbing the hearts of millions with fear and dread. but in the early times, The Al Qaeda was once a group called "Mujahideen"
(Islamic Freedom Fighters) they worked as a wave to expel the Soviet Union from Afghan soil and to protect its fellow Muslims, Osama Bin Laden served as the call for Muslims to engage on the "Holy War" or also known as jihad as United States acted as a watchdog, they provided the funds,weapons and support to bring the war down leaving Soviet Union to pull its forces back from Afghanistan leaving a spark of civil-war. As leaders of the Al Qaeda strengthen within, the war-torn nation ends as Islamic ideologies continue to spread. However Bin Laden's ambitions continue to spread beyond its borders.

 As the constant momentum of Al Qaeda from gaining strength, Bin Laden engaged on moving its unimaginable desires to spread forth spawning networks, with Al Qaeda's power it was capable of waging war to the west as the fanatic leader turned a tide of blood and death during September 11, 2001 two hijacked air liners swoop off for a crash. Momments after, president George W. Bush declares war to Al Qaeda as the hunt for Osama Bin Laden as he calls the "war on terror" rages on, as years pass by a decade a different leader for America took a new step upon eradicating Al Qaeda, as time passed on, the war on terror acted as a gamble, leaving the Amerca and countries who acted as support a lost. During May 2, 2011 president "Barrack Obama" announced the world that the fanatic leader who brought inspirations and death to thousands of people dies.

The significant event dealt a huge effect to the Al Qaeda, as networks continue to diminish to silence, after the death of a leader who insipired others to stand against the west now lie in silence he left a picture showing to the world that there shall never be peace.

What is war?

The politicians' stirring phrases are meant to keep our eyes averted from the reality of war -- to make us imagine heroic young men marching in parades, winning glorious battles, and bringing peace and democracy to the world.
But war is something quite different from that.
It is your children or your grandchildren dying before they're even fully adults, or being maimed or mentally scarred for life. It is your brothers and sisters being taught to kill other people -- and to hate people who are just like themselves and who don't want to kill anyone either. It is your children seeing their buddies' limbs blown off their bodies.
It is hundreds of thousands of human beings dying years before their time. It is millions of people separated forever from the ones they loved.
It is the destruction of homes for which people worked for decades. It is the end of careers that meant as much to others as your career means to you.
It is the imposition of heavy taxes on you and on other Americans and on people in other countries -- taxes that remain long after the war is over. It is the suppression of free speech and the jailing of people who criticize the government.
It is the imposition of slavery by forcing young men to serve in the military.
It is goading the public to hate foreign people and races -- whether Arabs or Japanese or Cubans. It is numbing our sensibilities to cruelties inflicted on foreigners.
It is cheering at the news of foreign pilots killed in their planes, of young men blown to bits while trapped inside tanks, of sailors drowned at sea.
Other tragedies inevitably trail in the wake of war. Politicians lie even more than usual. Secrecy and cover-ups become the rule rather than the exception. The press becomes even less reliable.
War is genocide, torture, cruelty, propaganda, dishonesty, and slavery.
War is the worst obscenity government can inflict upon its subjects. It makes every other political crime -- corruption, bribery, favoritism, vote-buying, graft, dishonesty -- seem petty.

Government's Role

If government has a role to play in foreign affairs, it isn't to win wars, to assure that the right people run foreign countries, to protect innocent foreigners from guilty aggressors, or to make the world safe for democracy -- or even a safer place at all.
If government has a role, it can be only to keep us out of wars -- to make sure no one will ever attack us, to make certain you can live your life in peace, to assure you the freedom to ignore who is right and who is wrong in foreign conflicts.
The only reason for military power is to discourage attackers, and -- if they come anyway -- to repel them at our borders. Such things as stationing troops in far-off lands, meddling in foreign disputes, and sending our children to foreign countries as "peacekeepers" only encourage war.
To make America safer and to assure that we stay at peace, we don't need to put more weapons in the hands of government employees, or to reform military purchasing methods, or to make more treaties with other governments, or to increase the military budget.
In fact, we need just the opposite of these things. We need to make it as hard as possible for politicians to involve us in war. And we need to create a defense system that relies as little as possible on the normal workings of government.

by Harry Browne

Our Teachers, Our Hero

      Our Teachers, Our Hero

The valiant soldiers who fought in renown battles used swords and spears whom they face nothing but bloodshed, with the sacrifice they shoulder, they were made to be a hero. But in the modern day era, battles are fought with rulers and books, fighting to feed the hungry souls who scream for knowledge, they are the teachers. Teachers are known to teach and share their wisdom; they are to face the odds of what the world throws at them unwillingly. With the determination to teach and the strength to shoulder the burdens, they are the heroes that this country needs.

Teachers play a critical role to the society, they mould the minds of the youth and they give way to the stairs of success. Without them, the stairs would be brittle and dark. During dark times, the Philippines were conquered and were harassed, nothing else would ever fight the beast but a few would dare. The people raised their torches and others raised their pens and would ignite the others to repel the beast from its homeland, others fail to do so thus they leave blood to their homeland. Others would also sacrifice their lives, they would also fall and heroes were made and will never be born. A baby comes into this world as the baby holds nothing else but ignorance, how shall this baby ever face the dark world we ever lurk upon? The parents are our first teachers, they teach us the basics on how to live in world, and they act as a shield against anything that this world may throw. But some were born without their parents, they lost the guidance that they seek and easily fall to influence.

I walk upon the silent hallway as the silence was broken, you can hear the teacher talk and the sounds would echo away, as I passed through I glanced at a teacher looking directly to him, I wondered, why would they be so generous to share their knowledge?

The class was noisy, everybody seems to do their usual business until the noise was broken into silence, everybody looked towards her, with her frowning face, and she would not even dare to smile or draw a grin. She’s our science teacher, a very strict one indeed. With her teaching powers she is very strict and you would not even dare to look at here directly and you’d know if she’s looking at you when a ray of light reflects her glasses. No one would even dare to throw a joke at her, it’s a suicidal act. After the graduation, we went on our different ways. After leaving, I left a big regret because of misjudgement as she was one of the greatest teacher I met even thou I feared her presence, my work got lighter and everything turned out to be easy because of her. Deep inside her lies a sweet heart, until know I carry this regret like a stone and I would go back to her and plead for forgiveness for what I have done to her.

She attached a very important picture to my life, a picture that will never fade as time passes by, that I would ever think of heroes I know them that they are the teachers that this country will ever need.

The Author and The Mirror

I once stand in an urban jungle where the cold breeze blows my face, seeing the scenery of mountains, covered with the civilization of what man once lived. I remember everything as the past, the grave that gave a scar to me and will stay there forever as a mark. My name is Earl Janssen Abat, named by my parents Mr and Mrs Francis B. Abat. I was once born in an urban mountain who onced captured the title of the greenest city of the Philippines, now filled with smog and pollution the city gave the title away, but still stands the title of the summer capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. I was born to be a city boy, I knew nothing of the outskirts and provinces, but I was like a rat who knew the city like the back of my hand. I was born in Febuary 26, 1996 and now writing this biography at the age of 15 remembering the childhood and time I spent there I was adapted and attached to the cold climate. The mountain views I have seen with my life, now the path that I choose took me to a new dessert in which I have not known of, Ilocos Sur. Time was fast and everything just had to go by. There is a big difference between the mountains and the sea. Here has an extremely hot climate and most likely the terrain is pure flat. No ups and downs like before and mostly im not in the city, as if it looks like I feel myself as ignorant to stay here and mostly I am new to this new environment and I have to adapt in many means. I went to Ilocos Sur for a fair reason, thats to have my highschool for 4 years. I am now 3rd year studying at St.Paul College of Ilocos Sur and 1 year left. But my educational background, I would not like to discuss my preschool since I forgot most of that part, I took half of my elementary at Saint Louis University and took the other half, when gradeshool, I almost flunked in my studies so I had to take summer class at a small school that looks like a house, that house was really made for a house that turned out to be a school. I was not particular with my english writing and tend up to do mistakes and everytime I write an idea I would write more and more about it as if I kept repeating the same words. But it all changed, the school was nice and I loved staying there and I decided to abandom SLU for BTLC where I had my summer class, I enjoyed it there as if my english improved because of their great teachings, I saw my first classmates, I was only grade 3 back then and we were the only class in our year level and we only consist of 20 or less it was great to study there.

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I want to be a Soldier!

Sometimes, I would dream and would go out of the window and into the roof. I lie there and stare at the stars wondering. What would it feel like being a soldier of war, all i like of being a soldier is where you train and hold guns. But I never intend or tought of heroism after all. All I know is that being one is bringing out the bravery and the courage out of you. Many died in battle for a reason, and that was to bring and to have the freedom and peace of their country.

In this world, yesterday,today and tommorow are just the same. People arguing and people fighting, so much misunderstanding around happening around the world. Who are we to look at? The leaders we annointed for.

What is Minecraft?

Have you ever been thinking of building something out from nothing? Or exploring for great riches and sometimes monster chase you from the darkness that lurks the pit.

Well, I have a good game for you my friend :)
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Minecraft is a 6bit world that you can freely roam around, kill pigs for meat, harvest trees for lumber and make it to wood so you can build a house and protect yourself from the night and monsters lurking at night.
Pretty much, Minecraft is a nonstop ongoing game that you make or discover something it leads you to another something. From the title itself, the "Mine" where you can mine ores,stones and such and to make them to tools and armor and more! and for the word "Craft" you harvest things and make them out to new things like making it to an axe to harvest wood faster or a pickaxe to harvest ores and stone faster, not only that you can also use it for armor and protect yourself from the outer ventures of Minecraft.

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Homefront

Earl Janssen Abat                                                                                                   English III

III-St.Matthew                                                                                                Katrina Joy Naval

Homefront

I was sleeping back then, dreaming about peace and freedom in this country and I ask to myself “Why did they take our freedom?” I was walking in a tight hallway      where dead bodies litter across and flies where just there. I walked up across seeing a door opened as it flashed in my eyes. I walked closer as I made a step and I was feeling these dead bodies and I ask to myself “They don’t deserve this.” As I got closer to the door my wife and my two kids appeared. I sprint for a run hoping I would be there together with them. But the door slowly closed blocking the light. I now total darkness.

An explosion just swoop me out of my dreams to reality. I woke up, as I could smell burning heaps of flesh and echoes of gunfire. Someone was knocking into my door, I approached the door and tried to open, but they just blasted the door of. I saw some men with red uniforms flashed across the morning sun they were heavily armed. I was overpowered as they strangled me down. I knew they were the enemy, the enemy that took our freedom. They asked “Are you Robert Jacobs?” The other soldier said with a heavy grunt of voice. I replied with a “Yes” hoping they would not kill me. The three grunts lifted me up as the other swiped his rifle at my face, I collapsed and blackened. I woke up. I was in a bus for I have no idea and those actions treated me as a ragdoll. The bus was moving and I peeked through the window as I can see Korean soldiers took two civilians, they were parents of a child. As the parents insisted the crying child not to look the Koreans opened fire, leaving the parents dead and the child lonely to mourn for her parent’s death. This slaughtering has to stop, I said to myself with rage and dedication to fight.

All of those was interrupted as the bus moved into an intersection, a loud honk of a truck as I looked left was a truck speeding straight and it wound never stop, it had to hit us. The bus was thrown off including me. Was toppled and set upside down. I opened my eyes and I was lucky to be alive, the aftermath was torn apart, dead bodies wobbled the ground and shattered glass was just everywhere. I saw a handful of Americans, holding them were guns, rifles or anything that would kill. As I knew they were already the resistance, they took me out of the toppled bus and asked. “Is that you Robert Jacobs?” I nodded with a yes, they smiled. One rebel approached me and he said, “My name is Connor and I hope that the rescue is worth-it.” Connor is a man who looks to be a well driven resistance fighter. “We have to get away from the wreckage, Koreans are underway!” From the entire group she said that and “Oh, by the way I’m Rianna.”Reaching out a sidearm or a pistol I just have to take it rather than leaving me unarmed. We have moved with a sprint as we got on an abandoned grocery store. Connor opened a safe leading underground. As the resistance forces and I went deeper, the moments became emotional. “We used these tunnels in the early days of occupation.” Connor said. As we moved deeper into the tunnels I could see a small stream of light coming from above. “Jacobs pull that safe of, so we can get out of here.”I stepped on my foot as I lift the rusty valve you could just hear it squeaking, the light burst onto my face and the air soothed me as I can feel the lost peace once this country had. I was too excited, I climbed up the ladder as the light burst directly into my face, I just couldn’t see.

After some moments the group climbed up to the valve as Connor approached me and said. “This is the inner peace that this country had.” The scenery was beautiful as a paradise, overgrown trees stood high, children enjoying their play, houses built and secure. “So you’re Robert Jacobs?”  Said by a dark man, wearing a blue police uniform fitted with vest holding him is an m1887 shotgun. “The name’s Boone, nice to meet you.” I smiled and replied with “Nice to meet you to.” “Well, Jacobs out of the chaos outgoing in America today, we built this little paradise we call oasis.” Boone said. Boone and I went out for a stroll along the Oasis as you can see barricades and high built walls surrounded along the Oasis and camouflage netting to prevent sight above, windmills and solar panels provided electricity. “You know Jacobs, we might be able to end this war. The army is scattered, resistance forces are inadequate. But there is a little speck of hope.” Boone said. We went into a room there inside we discussed all our plans. Boone handled me a rifle and thinking that Korean blood is in my hand, with dedication for freedom I think of my wife and children. How I wish I could be with them again, since their death I could not live in this world. But these people gave me the meaning to live again, live for freedom.  After some moments I met Hopper, he has Korean-American blood and a technical expert. The rest of the resistance had to stay in the oasis. It was night. I could still hear echoes of gunfire and in my head the past still hunts my scars. We rode on a convoy going to Los Angeles, in hopes to assist the army fighting there, with captured military trucks we went  in an undetected pace.  Along the way I looked up the night, explosions and such brighten the night. I slept with a doubt thinking of this never-ending war. I woke up it was day, the heat burnt my face. I saw soldiers and the American flag. I jumped of the truck and a handful of resistance started to hug them, they all turned out to be emotional. I saw the commander I approached him and he said. “So you’re the Montrose Resistance.” “What’s left of us.” I replied. We went on to formation along the side of the bridge, with a bloody thrust we shout. The gate was opened and gunfire rained across. Some of the resistance were badly shot. Others watched their selves die. I moved on, and opened fire. Hoping I would kill some.

The fight lasted for hours, as I looking behind I saw the dead once again, I could not imagine how much punishment they should take. I knew to myself that freedom is almost there. “Push!” Connor said. We were in the middle of the bridge, more gunfire rained. As the bloodshed most of us are getting killed. Connor moved on, as I saw his face raining down with tears. He took the radio and contacted someone,

“Give us some air support!”

 “Negative, its too risky.”

“Why?”

“Friendlies are near.”

He had no hope thus he took the flare and lit it. Shouting to the radio he said. “Air strike, hit the flare the bright flare!” “What are you doing Connor?” Rianna shouted. Connor dashed straight toward the enemy spearhead. The jets streamed towards dropping the bombs. The huge explosion crashed. The wave pushed me back behind, thick dust blocked the scene. I stand up. “Connor, where are you?” A few moments later we could not see Connor, for he had been a hero. The enemy crushed leading us forward for a new hope for freedom. The bridge turned out to be a turning point. Now the European Union called an emergency meeting to help aid the Americans.