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"ANSHI TOKA SIPSIPOTI"

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Some scenes in our consultant checking with the Ibalois of their translation of the Book of Proverbs. We had a lot of 'serious fun' :-) and some funny fun especially when I asked what would be typical in a person who is 'anshi toka sipsipoti' and Paul said, "Inges ko!"

CAKES AND CREAMS

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Sarah's and Mwah'z Birthday Dessert! BIG THANKS to AJ for the cakes! and another HUGE THANKS to UB for the Ice Creams! hehehe

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DISCORDANT NOTES

Not too many days ago, I started checking out friend's blog pages again after a long reprieve considering how net surfing for me is given more precedence than breakfast. In doing so, it necessitates that I go into my own page beforehand for the obvious reason that all the links are there. Then I noticed how old, bored, and pitiful my last entry was; like a vagabond in someone else's family reunion--so out of place, trying hard, strange and different. I scrolled down and saw that every other title before it were of the same kind: words that were from another person's thoughts, originally typed in by fingers that aren't mine. For the last two months after my surgery, my life's music has somewhat become a series of discordant melody that no world-class conductor would even attempt to orchestrate into something beautiful . The notes were all garbled up and confused that no Beethoven would try to array them into a playable piece. Yet in spite of the unsymphonic

DISCORDANT CHORDS

Not too many days ago, I started checking out friends' blogpages again. In doing so, it necessitates my going into my own page for the reason that all the links are there. Then I noticed how bored and pitiful my last entry look; like a vagabond in someone else's family reunion; so out of place and different. I scrolled down and saw that everything I put into the blog were words from someone else's thoughts, originally typed in by fingers that weren't mine.

DISCORDANT CHORDS

Not too many days ago, I started checking out friends' blog pages again after a long reprieve considering how net surfing for me is given more precedence than breakfast. In doing so, it necessitates that I go into my own page beforehand for the obvious reason that all the links are there. Then I noticed how old, bored, and pitiful my last entry was; like a vagabond in someone else's family reunion--so out of place, trying hard, strange and different. I scrolled down and saw that every other title before it were of the same kind: words that were from another person's thoughts, originally typed in by fingers that aren't mine. For the last two months after my surgery, my life's music has somewhat become a series of discordant melody that no world-class conductor would even attempt to orchestrate into something beautiful. The notes were all garbled up and confused that no Beethoven would try to array them into a playable piece. Yet in spite of the unsymphonic orche

FROM THE HILLSIDE

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HUGS

Author Unknown No moving parts, no batteries. No monthly payments and no fees; Inflation proof, non-taxable, In fact, it's quite relaxable; It can't be stolen, won't pollute, One size fits all, do not dilute. It uses little energy, But yields results enormously. Relieves your tension and your stress, Invigorate your happiness; Combats depression, makes you beam, And elevates your self esteem! Your circulation it corrects Without unpleasant side effects It is, I think, the perfect drug: May I prescribe, my friend,... the hug! (and, of course, fully returnable!)

Here's What's Up

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"Wow!  At last, I am back to my 100% good health!  My incision is completely healed and no more struggling to get up all by myself.  No more grimacing in pain, no more exasperation for being unable to do basic stuff, and most of all, no more feeling of being such a burden to people around me."  (In my dreams...) It feels like a long time ago since I last wrote something personal here.  One of you had even pestered :) me to write an update but I promised myself that I will only write one when I have something happy and positive to say.  A friend ask me how I am.doing and I gave her the following narrative. "Nothing much has changed since my last news.  My wound is still open, wet and ghastly-looking. At least the pain has continually decreased in the last few weeks.. I am on vitamins that would enhance wound healing.  I'm hoping to see some improvements soon.  I've been to the doctor about this very slow wound healing but my dr. said, i'll just have to co