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  • I am a flower sprouting in a middle of an asphalt. I was sorrounded with problems, trials and people— people who knows nothing about me. "Kung bright ka, naa unta ka sa Honor Section karon" ("If you think you're intelligent enough, think again why you didn't get into the Honor's Class") I still remember those words, those words that stings the beating part of me. I want to speak, I want to defend myself but I can't. I was shocked. The only thing I managed to do was to bite my lip for me not to cry. Those words kept on repeating on my mind, tormenting me, distracting me and if it hadn't for my positive outlook in life, those words are still haunting me. I read books. I lost myself in the books that I'm reading. I consider those words as an inspiration. I studied dilligently. I focused on the future. And when the Recognition Day came, I saw myself holding a certificate.


    Thank you Carl Louwel Ampig for the audio. xx
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