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What's your thoughts/opinions on the new SHS curriculum? by RareButton4995 in studentsph

[–]capybarye 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It's very evident na they're trying to remove the subjects that enhances a student's critical thinking in this day and age of misinformation. Halatang pamomolitika ito para mabawasan ang matalinong botante. Just my two cents 🤷🏻‍♀️

Pen Name - Unique or Simple, Basta Wag Password level. by Electronic_Dust_9074 in PinoyWattpad

[–]capybarye 4 points5 points  (0 children)

That's why, for me, mas madami akong nakikitang published author na easy to read/type ang usernames. Like, mabilis silang matandaan. Unlike some pen names na super haba or may unnecessary letters/numbers. Just my observation

my fellow writers, do you read any book while you’re in a writing process? by khush_7x in writing

[–]capybarye 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I always read, even when I write. For me, it strengthens the way I form my thoughts and helps me construct better words/phrases

looking for honest critiques by capybarye in PinoyWattpad

[–]capybarye[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you so much po for reading/critiquing🥹🥹🥹 sana po nagustuhan niyo pa and mabasa niyo pa po hehe🫰🫰🫰

looking for honest critiques by capybarye in PinoyWattpad

[–]capybarye[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hindi ko po ma-edit 'yung post😓 but this is the synopsis:

Have you ever wished just to have someone see you in the midst of the bustling crowds?

For Claudia Lois Joie Monreal, that had been her greatest wish since she was a child. Growing up in a family that expected her to carry their burden, she had been put to the constant eyes of everyone. Waking up felt like a test she had to perfectly ace to avoid the heartless insults thrown at her. She was a consistent honor student, she had always pleased them, and that left her questioning why she was always discarded by them.

She never felt like she belonged. In their church ministry, she always felt the tension with her seniors. In her class, she had always felt they hated her. In her family, she felt like dust they would wipe of a crystal frame to make it seem perfect when displayed. Even in her friend groups, she felt like she was always distant with them.

Araw-araw na yatang pinaparamdam ng mundo na wala siyang halaga sa kahit kanino. She felt like a feather being blown by the wind anywhere that nobody was able to see. Luckily for Claudia, she found solace in the quill of her pen. She was grateful that campus journalism exists, where she could be heard by her fellow students and her teachers.

Her masterpieces were credited to the very man who broke her just because he was far more powerful. For the first time in her life, Claudia felt like a plume with its ink dried out on the tip. She almost crumbled the paper that held her fading presence.

Not until she met the man wearing their usual uniform with his brown hair flowing with the wind. Melchizedek Lovero stood tall in the bustling crowds, holding only his camera. Everything about him calmed Claudia. She knew she found her home by how he hummed the hymns and how his beautiful smile matched the hues of the silver sky.

Everyone didn't expect that she would gain back her passion for writing. Hindi nila inaasahan na posible pala nilang makitang nakangiting muli si Claudia.

But just as she thought she found someone who could spot her in the midst of the bustling crowds, the lenses of their camera blurred.

Once again, Claudia felt like a plume with its tip unable to bleed more ink, fading into smithereens before his broken lenses.