tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260272652011-11-24T08:44:54.653+08:00Welcome everyone!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163149655007831733noreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027265.post-55307747515997103822011-11-02T13:23:00.000+08:002011-11-02T13:23:30.844+08:00

Weew, I haven't been here for weeks and weeks!  It's a good thing Blogger doesn't kick out subscribers that go awol. :) Well, I have been really busy healing up and taking care of my dearest cutie boy. I'm thankful that yesterday, I was able to use the shower like a normal person again, after three months of waiting for my surgical wound to dry up.  Now I am all healed and almost back to normal

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I just saw my Obstetrician today and after poking around she said we'll probably meet our dear Xami in 11 days time.  It would be sooner if she has her way of putting me under the knife but I won't have it until it is the only choice left.  So this waiting game is really boring me to insanity since I have been on bed rest for the last eight months but I guessed I can manage 11 days more of

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I am beat, I am powerless I have to remain here at the mercy of this pain To lie here until it is done with me, Months of living a half-life if at all I lie on my back, a nobody with a future so unsure Weakened, in body, spirit and soul So afraid of what tomorrow will bring. I cannot feel the beat of my own heart All I see is this hellish nightmare That is my suffering So welcome to hell, Margie

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I went on a binging spree researching about my health conditions that I tried to ignore this last few months,  thinking fatalistically, and telling my myself that if I die, I die, and so it doesn't make a difference if I manage my PCOS and my Diabetes or not.  Yes, I rebelled from the restrictive diet that I had to follow, and I went back to my old habits of eating sugars, not paying

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Processes and systems are good but I so hate them when they don't work, and more when they keep changing. I guessed change is inevitable but the change should also undergo the right process, like my pancreas is supposed to produce insulin so the carbs I eat can be used up as energy, and not accumulate in my blood as sugar. But since my pancreas doesn't follow the process, a medical doctor told me

Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163149655007831733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027265.post-17479580224787941772010-10-07T22:23:00.004+08:002010-10-10T15:34:50.685+08:00

The culture that I have learned from birth frown on repetitiveness.  If you repeat yourself a lot, people say, "Nalopti ka ngo!" That statement that is usually exclaimed with the appropriate irritated tone literally means "How inside-out you are!"  Doesn't make sense in the literal English.  Usually, there are two interpretations about a person that is 'nalopti' or 'nalotik' in other Kalanguya

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From this point on, I will only be blogging about the beauty, goodness, kindness, prejudices, characteristics, experiences, and personality of an Igorota.  That was my first purpose for creating this blog anyway.  In a sense, I'm just going back to my roots.  Let's see what I will be able to come up with. mY Synapses...

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Bangkok from Above If you will allow me to speak a little bit exaggerated, I would say that there is a coup d' etat brewing around me. I was barely a few hours back and I was bombarded with issues and negativism that threatened to dislodge my footing. People came carrying their own versions of stories and I had no way of knowing what is really going on. I could not help asking why people can't

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I arrived home to an empty house at midnight last night.  Poor me! Hehehe Yesterday, we dressed up (in my thinking anyway) for the agreement signing between our organization and another one in the business district of Makati.  So I went to Makati twice in a row for two days: the first time I went to meet my future boss when I teach a linguistics course next year, and then the second time for the

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You read me like a paper You hear me loud and clear You hold me so near You treat me nice and fair You loved me so dear At least, you used to, then you disappear. It used to be that: In my dismay, you were my encourager In my weakness, you were my strength-giver In my darkness, you were a beacon of light In the storms I've faced, you were a sure anchor In my life, you were one of my greatest

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Many days have passed me by Yet here I am unable to say goodbye My mind keeps going back to the time When life was neat and fine The joy that's used to be mine Is in that place where it was left behind. I've always been the strong one Able to weather most storms, Never really been blown away Able to cut down her losses and move on But now it feels like that might be because I have never really

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Lunch today was sooo HOT! Hot in the palatal sense of the word. Yesterday, I had an interesting seaweed-in-my-food experience that caused me multiple trips to the "throne room." But it's all good now! So today, after we got our minds to a point where it was on the verge of unarrangeable (I know that's not a word, hehe) confusion regarding the endless endings of a Greek Verb, I went with

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Yayy, I barely made it! I barely managed to sign in to this blog because my browser is in Thai script and I can't decipher a thing. My companions and I arrived in Chiang Mai via Bangkok late in the evening of Saturday. That was just 3 days ago but here I am again, feeling like I've been here too long already. I have eaten Pad Thai for two consecutive lunches, like the addict that I am, but at

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Last night in the middle of a downpourA visitor knocked on my backdoorShe was wearing a shroud, tears brimming in her eyesI was waiting for her the other dayBut unexpectedly, she came yesterdayGrief.Shrinks say that I should embrace herBecause holding her hand is letting goThat talking about her will heal my soulCrying because of her is healthyAnd ignoring her is follyBut what do I know?She grips

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My dad died today. It was so sudden, my mind is still reeling at the suddenness of it. He was ok, one moment, and now he's gone. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that he's gone!

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For a few days, I abstained from logging on to my Facebook account and if I did, it was only to update my status. As a result of my absence, some people wondered. One of the people who kind of got worried was an ex-boyfriend who has become a very good friend and his other ex girlfriend who was also an old friend of mine in High School. So when I finally got back in circulation, I heard that

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I was surfing the net one time when I came across a page that was all about the British princes. In an interview, Prince Harry was asked about how he is doing without his mom Princes Di. One of the things he said was that it is strange and sad and one of the reasons he said it's strange is because Mother's Day is no longer meaningful to him.I still have a mother, thank God, but if I am honest,

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My come-and-go memory seemed to have recorded a movie I saw in early High School with the title "83-hours til dawn." I do not remember the story but what's imprinted on my mind was a scene where the protagonist was wading across a pond one very dark night while his enemies were in pursuit of him. Well, that has nothing to do with this blog entry. It's just to give credit to the title that I

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I knew this would happen! It happens every time, that is! But I never get used to it. I'm talking about being unable to sustain the fascination to a new place beyond two days.So I have been in a paradise-like village surrounded by scenic hills in the distance and I was so thrilled to have been given the opportunity to come for free and everything (not to mention that the food's great too) but

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THANKSLife is not so unkind after allWhen you’ve gone awayEverything for me was justA blurry perspective.After ours had fallen apartThere was no getting over youYou’ve torn my heart into shreds‘til I found out there is life after you.Thanks for breaking my heartThanks for betraying my trustThanks for pushing me out of your wayI never have found himIf not for all that you did to me.Now that I’m up

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Here i am againWond’ring about everythingDid i really leftOr just been here all alongDreamin’ about you.But here i am stillWide awake and thinkin’ about youPretending that everything’s goin’ fineAs the sun rises from the east I will do fine.I know you’ve made up your mindAnd i’m sure you’re not coming backWhen we broke each other’s heartDestiny has planned it From now onWe will always be

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In the waters of fantasy the shadows marchAs the dark waves of dreams keep twirling in an archThe rivers of joy had long been dried upPeals of sorrow struck like a loud thunder clap.In the depths of the grave the ghost awakesAs the leaves are gathered, and the fire awaitsTears were shed as the heavens criedDrowning not the grief as it tries to hide.In the fires of anger hope burnt awayAs the

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Altar of my HeartMy breath you gave me backSnatched me up from the quicksand of deathMy love of life were leaves in autumnWaiting for the winter’s night to take me home.Yet you’re the sand in the seashore that tickles my toesYou are the whites and the reds of the roseYour love caused my soul to hibernateWhen it’s all ready to shutdown and crash.You set up a home deep in my heartTo live again on a

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Love can’t be this bad, can it?Yes it can be when it comes to me and youMe? Well, I’m not missing youCuz I wake up at 5:30 Take a bath at 6:00I eat noodles at 6:15And dress myself up to 6:45Preparing my notes followsThen off to school at 7:15.I listen to teachers’ chit chatFrom 7:30-12:30I eat my lunch at 1:00Shuffle the cards or wash my clothesScan my notes, chat with my roommateCrack jokes and

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You thought your life is a wildernessBut in your heart, I found an oasisAnd our love has grown and thrivedWhen you welcomed me inside.I dreamt of sharing your awesome desertTo keep its rugged beauty in my heartTo be blinded by its raging sandstormsAnd to leave my footprints in its sand dunes.A north wind will blow and even out my printsBut before that, may you come back to reminisceAnd see the

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Heavens eyes has bestowed a smile upon usMore so that He took your hand to reach me outAlas, miles and oceans come between us, but LOVEAs strong as the waves permeates our heartsLove conquers all, once again… proven without a doubt. Romance, haven’t I turned my back on you? Haven’t I…Locked my heart away, never to let anyone break in? But now,Granted, I have fallen hopelessly for him.Gone with

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I was thinking about changing the face of this blog to fit the valentine mood of the month but I thought back at how it bored me in the past when I tried to put back my links and other features in the page, and so I decided against it. Perhaps it would be better to do a series of blog on love. But then I thought again, and there was really nothing I could write about the subject that the great

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I was playing a lot of scrabble lately but last night (it's 2:58AM) was extraordinary. Yes, very,... in the sense that most of the players I played with were very rude. Over a year ago, I stopped playing because some players would just say things to you that are too offensive. I know you're not supposed to get hurt but if you're not used to such a 'language', your heart would suffer. So I

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Hubby and I just got back from my grandmother's funeral in the village where I was born. We went last Monday on B's motorbike prayerfully hoping that we will be able to get there without too much 'action' or 'drama' along the way. We left at half past 9 and arrived at 12:30PM. Being the careful person that he is, my hubby asks me to walk when we get to a portion of the road that has deep ruts

Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163149655007831733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027265.post-35967758195052461602010-01-07T07:55:00.004+08:002010-01-13T11:29:44.366+08:00

There is much to say but no words can seem to capture the heaviness in my heart right now, so i'll just babble about my trip down south.Last December 28, I found out that you can be happy for one person and be heartbroken by that same person at the same time. There is this wedding I went to and I knew beforehand that it would be strange to be seeing the girl marching towards the altar where a '

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Sayang, I was not able to take a picture of the dish I cooked for the first time today. It was a belated birthday dinner for B. We had 10 guests (three of whom are below 10 years old) hehe, my cousins who are always the first to taste my experimental dishes. (Experimental in the sense that they are recipes that I have never tried before.) We had a baked chicken drowned in a mixture of butter,

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It is 1:03AM and this is just another sleepless night. I sooo feel very sick today due to a picture in Facebook that a cousin had commented on which in turn appeared on my screen when I checked my facebook page today. I cannot seem to shake the image of a little boy's body in a dirty plastic basin, with his intestines hanging out of his bare tummy... and with his little head in another

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My heart is bleeding today for a cousin of mine whose 'fiancee' is getting married to another. I just got a call from him asking me what happened. Yes, asking me what happened because I was kind of the one who was in communication with the girl while we were all waiting for her to make her decision. The decision we were waiting for was the "yes, but not right now" kind of thing. We did not

Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163149655007831733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027265.post-25467056387845717272009-12-07T20:00:00.005+08:002011-10-09T20:14:40.349+08:00

The Kalanguyas have a cultural practice called "Tanga" (with stress on the first syllable). This is done by inviting oneself into the house of another for a meal. In the past, when somebody comes to your door and that person says he is 'timanga,' you don't have a choice but to let him in and feed him at least three meals. They are usually children but usually, a parent accompanies them. I

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While my B was in Manila some weeks ago, I received a text message from him asking what would I like as a pasalubong. I told him to just buy me anything, and he said there is nothing called anything anywhere in the mall so I told him to buy me a movie that he thinks I would like. So he came home and my pasalubong was a DVD of the Julie and Julia movie.I enjoyed it although I found it dragging in

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Well, of course that is actually "LEAVE ME ALONE!"WARNING: Read at your own risk!So I was having a peaceful time reinstalling Translators Workplace and repairing some of the installations on my computer so I can go ahead and finish up the back log of the last few days' assignments when I received a text message. (I was also doing laundry in between.) The message was the usual

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I was hovering over a library counter yesterday where lots of sci-fi, mystery novels, and thrillers are on display. After a while, the lady at the counter looked up and saw me flipping the pages of some of the books. She said, "Hmm, so you like science fiction. I don't like them!" "I have read some, but they're not my favorites," I answered. She raised her eyebrows because it was obvious by

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Wow, I have neglected this blog for a long time that I don't think anyone comes here anymore until I read a new comment on the previous entry.Well, my cop out for not writing anything here for months (Is it months?) was because I have been terribly busy as everyone else.Honestly, after I lost my baby, I associated blogging with heavy emotions. So since I did not want to 'feel' for a time, I

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I was scammed!One of the things I like about myself is the ability to think the best about people and always giving anyone the benefit of a doubt. But yesterday this has become a curse. I tried to buy a used phone in ebay and it turned out that the supposed seller was a scammer. He took my money (a considerable amount, yes) and never sent the product most likely cuz he doesn't have it in the

Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163149655007831733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027265.post-14919987172699912062009-06-07T20:31:00.001+08:002009-06-08T17:39:55.781+08:00

I woke up this morning with drier eyes unlike yesterday morning when everything I see around the house seemed to drive me to tears: The cushion where I use to seat talking to JJ as he starts growing in my womb, the food and drinks that Bong eats but I kept myself from consuming to make sure no harm however little will come near my baby, the strange smelling vitamins I had to close my eyes to

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I haven't been here for quite a while, but I haven't been around anything or any place recently anyway. I decided to come by and write an update for fear of developing a carpal tunnel (like Lolo Trueblue:) from perpetually pressing on those little buttons on my phone's keypad to reply to friends' text messages asking how I am doing.Actually there is not much to write. I have been spending my

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If I am the nightYou are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for moreIf I am the plain old blue skyYou were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.If I was a lyricYou were the music that caresses every lineIf I am a faceYou are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.But I am not the nightYet you are still that beautiful dreamI am not the skyYet I know that you would bring color

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I went to a doctor today--kind of forced to it by my worriers (hehe). But all I did was pay a ridiculous professional fee for being told everything that I have already read in the internet about my condition. So now I decided that next time, I'll just go directly to the lab, undergo all the diagnostic procedures that the info from the www says that I'll need and walk into a clinic and have a

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Wow, it's exactly two months now since I last wrote an entry here, not counting the previous entry that I just copied and pasted from a forwarded email. And I think people don't come here anymore,:) most probably because of my absence here and in their comment sections as well. ;)I've been busy and then got lazy and then lazier after that. I woke up one morning feeling lousy.. to make the story

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Author UnknownA Birth Certificate shows we were born. A Death Certificate shows wedied. Pictures show we lived!I Believe...That just because two people argue,doesn't mean they don't love each other.And just because they don't argue,doesn't mean they do love each other.I Believe...That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.I Believe...That no matter how good a

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My very good friend Norman Malcat released a local Christmas album the first of this month here in Nueva Vizcaya. It has 12 songs with original lyrics adapted to traditional and contemporary Christmas music. So Igorots out there, esp. Kalanguyas, you can order this Christmas cd from me... just text me at 09269441970.Here's a sample but I'm sorry that the views do not have anything to do with

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Hello! Thanks for the tag, Wil. .. saves me from forcing my mind to think of something to blog about. ;)Here's the rule: Remove 1 question from the list below, and add your own personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. Tag 8 people, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.1. At

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UN-FREAKIN'-BELIEVABLE!!! That's how the fandom of Twilight would say it! I should have listened to wits and nuts when she advised me to not start reading Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga unless I really have free time in my hands. Well, I was just gonna take a tiny peek on the first chapter but when I started reading, there was just no way I could put it down until after three days later when

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The shadow was crying in the front yard Ringing the bell forcing to come forward Her eyes are trying to look Heavenward But the lights were put out by the blizzard. Yet the sun will smile, when he comes tomorrow Hope, pierce this shadow with your sharpened arrow Storm, calm down! Or leave and let her be Be gentle with your chase, or you'll blow her away. Breathe, Oh day, life into

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an underlined phrase on a yellowing page of a booka word scribbled on a dry leaf pressed between the pages of an old journala cluster of stars as you look up the midnight skya scar on your left elbow, a scene in a moviea scent worn by a stranger who brushed past you at the mallthe back of someone turning a bendstories in your heart, memories.a place that brings back happy timesa picture that

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These pictures are of an albino peacock. It was forwarded to me in the mail. Some commented that it's like a giant snowflake... I'd say it's like a huge cotton candy... (cuz I have yet to see a snowflake, that is.) hehe... but ultimately, this albino peacock is rare and amazingly beautiful!

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I was awakened this morning by the sound of raindrops falling from an overcast sky on to the tin roof of my borrowed house and the gentle breeze that makes the flimsy curtain dance as it hangs on my window. I looked outside and saw a big yellow flower with drops of rain in its beautiful petals glistening in the morning light. With all that, I breathe a short thanks to Heaven for the cool morning

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I was tagged by kayni I am: sleepy... hehe I think: I'm losing my edge... maybe my mind too :) I know: that God's love in everyone's heart is the only thing that can make this world right. I have: a dream, to write a bestseller... (a bestseller in my tribe) I wish: I'm home with my lovey... I hate: strange men seatmates on a bus seat who are inconsiderate of your discomfort. I miss: my lovey

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It seems to me that August 1st came centuries ago and yet here you are still holding on with five more days to go. Not that I wanted you to end because your end will surely find me wanting--wanting in the things that I should have accomplished many weeks ago. As I look over my shoulder at the days that had passed, it seems that all I did was beat deadlines. But August was an interesting month

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Thanatos, I learned from my Greek vocabulary last week, means death. You're familiar with Thanatology of course--a term derived from two Greek words 'thanatos' and 'logos', which means the study of death.I don't know why this week, I have been kind of obsessing with death. I jokingly told my husband that when I die, and he wants to marry again, he cannot and should not marry another Igorota.In

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I heard one lady from a minority tribe down under in NZ told a Hawaiian presenter to let the art of hula dancing die peacefully rather than having people who do not belong to the culture, and who do not understand the heart of the art, perform it for the sake of entertaining foreigners and tourists at hotels. She said that performing an art outside of its original context will not revitalize

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For countless times last week, I blurted out the phrase, "...and I'm an Igorota!" Then one insomniatic night I thought, "Ain't I becoming too proud of my ethnicity?"Is that possible? (I'm just wondering... cuz I didn't get to hear my classmates say, I'm Ilocano, I'm Tagalog,.. except for the Japanese, the Korean and the Mongolian.)(It so happened that last week consisted of first days in class so

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I'm at school again! Yes, I am! I like school! :-) One of my courses this semester is Greek I. Last Thursday was our first day, and Greek 1, being my last subject for the week was a breath of fresh air. Last Thursday, we learned our alphabet. It wasn't too different from the way our teachers taught ABC in first grade. So Greek is my favorite subject so far, although the professor likes to

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Last Monday, my sis, myself, and a few colleagues from the NPMTTA (Northern Philippines Mother Tongue Translators' Association) flew to Bangkok for the Conference on Language Development and Multilingual Education. It was jointly sponsored by UNESCO, UNICEF, SEAMEO (Southeast Asia Ministers of Education Organization), SIL, Mahidol University in Bangkok, and a few other notable international

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Everybody's SomeoneArtist:Leann Rimes/Brian McfaddenAnd every day begins the sameGet up, go out, come back gainSame old, same oldA thousand faces pass you byYou never look into their eyesYou feel so ordinaryThey feel so ordinaryHeyEverybody's someoneNo matter where you come fromthere's light in every single starYou're more than who you think you areAnd heyEverybody's someoneAnd when it's hard to

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A few days ago, I was tinkering with my friend's camera and I saw a picture that almost made me cry. It was a picture of a horse. A dead horse. The horse looks very familiar, no doubt because I used to ride that horse.Her name is Dusty. She used to be UB's horse until he gave her away some years ago.When I first came to CFM, I felt like an outsider from my own friends and cousins because of

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Very Interesting This is all true. Check it out. A sliced carrot looks like the human eye .The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... and YES, science now shows that carrots greatly

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Pasyente: Dok, apay no uminomak ti Coke ket agsakit tyan ko? Ngem no libre ket saan met!Doktor: Ay, talaga nga kasta! Ngamin, naimpis ta bitukam, Ngem napuskol ta rupam! *************************************************************************Amo: Inday, may pulubi sa gate, paalisin mo nga!Inday: Right away, Ma'am!Inday to Beggar: "Hey you! Yes, you

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dati ay isang saglit ng kahapondagling nilimot, sa ala-ala ibinaondati ay hangin na takot nang umihipngayon sa likuran ng mga ulap, araw na pilit sumisilipkaya di makapangyari, tuldok manwakasan ang walang hanggandahil nais ng magpakailanmanay kailanman ding hahandugan...kaya...... malay mo...

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Last Saturday, my friends (who are also family) went up to Mapayao village to attend the closing ceremonies of the Children's Vacation Bible School that was held there. There were 90 children listed and a few more. It was great to see so many children being taught about the Lord Jesus that early in their life.On that Sunday morning, at breakfast, I did not have the usual cooked rice, but I did

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By Fr. John CatoirGuide to Contented livingThe famed German writer Goethe offered a list of nine requisites forcontented living. They are as timely now as they were when he wrotethem 200 years ago."Health enough to make work a pleasure. Wealth enough to support yourneeds. Strength enough to battle with difficulties and overcome them."Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them.

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1. Hindi lahat ng PARTY ay masaya...3rd Party2. Hindi lahat ng 13 ay malas...13th month pay3. Hindi lahat ng negative, nakakalungkot...Pregnancy Test4. Hindi lahat ng POSITIVE, ipinagsasaya....HIV positive5. Hindi lahat ng hinog ay masarap...Pigsa! (Eeeew!)

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I have been waiting forever for inspiration to hit me right between the eyes but I guess I will just have to make do with rambling and babbling away or else I will have to wait for another forever for that inspiration to come. Do not therefore expect words that are constructed ever so carefully and said nicely because whatever comes to my frazzled mind will my fingers obey to put down.Not that I

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1. Every person has cancer cells in the body. These cancer cells do not show up in the standard tests until they have multiplied to a few billion. When doctors tell cancer patients that there are no more cancer cells in their bodies after treatment, it just means the tests are unable to detect the cancer cells because they have not reached the detectable size. 2. Cancer cells occur between 6 to

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After my OBGYNE proclaimed that she will not put me on the table, she started writing my prescriptions. Being the doctor that she is, we expected the barely legible handwriting. She gave at least six prescription papers to my husband and told him to go and buy them at the hospital or to go to other pharmacies if the hospital apothecary does not have them. Bong and my younger bro went out to do

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MISIS: Bakit dinala mo pa sa bahay ang trabaho mo?MISTER: Sorry, rush 'to, kaya dito ko tatapusin!MISIS: HAYY! BUWISET! IKAW LANG ANG EMBALSAMADOR NA NAG-UUWI NG TRABAHO!

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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

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Here's more of those forwarded stuff that I think some of you would love. It is claimed as a true story but who knows... A lawyer in Charlotte, North CArolina purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against, among other things, fire. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars and without yet having made even his first premium

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Author Unknown1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. 2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice. 3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that. 4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It 'In.' 5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once

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(Another one of those forwarded emails floating around. I think it's funny, but be forewarned... in a criminal way! hehehe) I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My

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(I got this from an older friend. I didn't ask if it's his own story or just one of those funny stories that circulates around. Anyhow, I think it's funny so I'm sharing it:) Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.Well, for example, the other day the wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5

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Author UnknownI have always had a special love for words. Words have such power in them. The right words can uplift, inspire, heal, and create endless joy and love in our lives. The wrong words can depress, discourage, hurt, and bring us endless misery and pain. It is so very important then to try and choose the right words in our lives. By choosing the right words I don't just mean saying

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Unlucky me! I was messing around with my music folders and at the same time chatting with my sis D of Me, Myself and I when she told me that she's doing one of these tagging things and that she's gonna tag me. I ignored it :) and went to visit with my neighbors. When I got back to my pc, and refreshed my Mozilla, there's D's blog and tag staring back at me, so I don't have a choice but to do

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Probinsiya tayon Vizcaya (Vizcaya, our province)Kadakkelen ni Kalanguya (Where Kalanguyas are many)Nakalkalahi hapit da (They have different dialects)Way aatang, eeteng tan aateng (There is 'aatang eeteng tan aateng' [big]'No piyan tayon amtaan (If you want to know)Logad ni da naikad-anan (the places where they are)Di bandan Haggud, kamangkal-ing (In the Haggud side, they use the "e" sound)

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When I was a student in Baguio, my Ibaloi friends used to bombard me with Kalanguya or rather 'anti-Kalanguya' jokes. I never was able to hold my own around those nasty jokers. :) So how about this for revenge? Hehehe INA: Anak, tawagim kha's dadim ta on-akad kha nin ale! (Anak, tawagam man ni daddy'm ta agawid koma.)ANAK: Mama, Bi-i met i sinmongbat! (Mama, babae met diay simungbat!)INA:

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The above slideshow contains two songs from our band's (kano met ah!:) first attempt at recording some centuries ago (well, 9 years ago when cassette tapes were still around). We recorded a Kalanguya Gospel Album for our churches. Enjoy uray adi yo maawatan!The first one is an adaptation of a Tagalog praise song that goes:Ikaw lang ang pag-asa ko, tanging ikaw ang buhay ko, JesusKapag ikaw

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I was blog hopping a while ago and came across this entry by a friend. I think it's a great post and a must read. Click here to read about faulty assumptions about foreigners from the point of view of another foreigner. :)

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To My Unborn:I had the weirdest dream last night as I lay in bed with the storm raging outside my window. It was a dream about us, so wherever in heaven you are, this is for you. In my dream, your dad and I was walking some distance from the seaside of some exotic island. There were all kinds of shapes dancing in the sand as the leaves of the towering coconut trees sway with the

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For some reason (which I don't want to ponder too deep, at least for now), this song by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings keeps playing in my head, and after a few moments, brings tears to my eyes. Would you know my nameIf I saw you in heaven?Would it be the sameIf I saw you in heaven? I must be strongAnd carry on,'Cause I know I don't belongHere in heaven. Would you hold my handIf I saw you in

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As most of you know, I announced here one-entry ago that after nearly four years of waiting, I finally was going to be a mother. Now I have to unannounce it. Four days ago, I suffered from the most terrible abdominal pain I've ever felt in my life and before passing out, I instructed my husband to clean me up, change my clothes and rush me to the hospital.I regained consciousness in the ER of

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I guess I am the only one who has yet to update her blog. The thing is, I spent the last two days of 2007 and the first six days of 2008 in bed because of unexplainable feeling of tiredness and soreness everywhere. I was having delusional thoughts of having an undiagnosed terminal illness. Hahaha! People at the compound where I live got curious as to why they haven't seen me come out of my

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[This is a forwarded email. I thought I'd share it.]"Never borrow from the future. If you worry about whatmay happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain.Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice."1. Pray2. Go to bed on time.3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that willcompromise your

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No, you're thinking wrong. :) My brother is not gay, but he was forced to wear my sandals when we had to make a U-turn in the middle of nowhere.I was on a jeep (packed like sardines with sacks of rice, chickens, bags of junk food and boxes of various goods) that travels the worse-than-your-halsema road going to my birthplace. We left town at around 1PM and expected to arrive at around 6.

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Rules: - Pick your birth month.- Bold the 5-10 that best apply to you.- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months (Click here for the months). - Tag 3 people from your friends list (people you know personally) and 3 blogger/online friends.MARCH: Attractive personality (di yata masyado kase maraming takot sa'kin). Sexy (noon, hahaha). Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally

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This last week has been unbelievably frenzied for me because all the tasks that I kept shoving into the back burner had caught up on me and forced me to move really quick. As always, trust me to put off everything I don’t like to do until the very end. Thank God, it’s over! Here’s what made my last week of November very hectic. But here are what made it interesting too: Eight more books

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I was commenting on Kayni's latest blog entry but I kept going on and on that nagbainak so I cut and pasted it here. You might wanna read Kayni's entry to get a background.I remember my grandma's comment regarding the inability of celebrities to stay happy in a relationship (or to stay faithful in a marriage relationship), unlike their generation before. She said maybe it's because of the

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Okay, let me do this since I'm in good mood, my computer just came alive, hmmmm..1. Page 101's post about the good cat! Check out her (Jane's post)2. Still asleep. 3. Was yelling at my cable company.4. 2006 is almost identical as 2007.5. Fix da damn cable problem ASAP!6. Eight cups of Seattle's Best coffee, Dr. Pepper Diet, and half gallon of diet water, hehe...16 hour period.7. Men don't

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Done while trying to keep awake in the middle of a lecture.1. Name one person who made you laugh last night? Si Ako (cuz I was alone last nyt) 2. What were you doing at 0800? Locking my door then walking to the meeting hall. 3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Taking a bath 4. What happened to you in 2006? Wrote and Published two anon books (in the local tongue) 5. What was the last thing

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One night, the insomniac in me was fighting with the night so I got up and did some digging on my old college notes. I found this:NIGHT IS OVEROdi Pei Gram#8 Happy Homes, Baguio CityMarch 1995 There was once a rickety spider Half of her life she lived in a cocoon But then she had to come out because She’s now old enough to build a net of her own So she ventured out to try her silvery

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I received raised eyebrows (hehe! No, just curious questions,) as to why this blog is called GandangIgorota and the blogger is called "Ganda." Kaya 'eto, naging dipensib tuloy ang byuti ko... hayyyyy nakkkkkkhhwooo!!!Here are the reasons, once and for all..First, I called this blogpage "GandangIgorota" because it was created at the time when my in-laws aren't yet convinced that I am indeed a

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I was tagged by Jean to do this meme...FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD1. what do you call that thing where you are to put soil in seedling bags and bury a gmelina seed or two in the middle and they pay you P75 a day? I did that...2. what do you call that job where you are commanded to clean 3 two-storey houses every waking hours while you're struggling in junior high? and you are also to carry stones as

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Some Interesting Historical Background of the Synoptic Gospels that I learned from the NT class:Hellenization took place when the Greek conquerors enforced the Greek language and culture into the everyday life of the people they conquered. During the Greek domination, they hellenized all their conquests. In fact, Alexander the Great's hellenization was so complete that from 300BC to AD 300, Greek

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FUN with some Koreans I just finished an intensive course on New Testament 1: The Synoptic Gospels. It ran for five days and after that five days, I have with me a 3-unit worth of credits to my MDiv in Biblical Studies. I decided I like the 8-5-classes-for-five-days better than the one-hour for six months kind.One requirement of the course was for us to choose a parable we like and dramatize it

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I feel guilty to be talking about silly things cuz I just came from ftb and did a serious read on the Jocelyn Dulnuan posts. May her killer be apprehended right away and may her family find comfort in each other in these terrible times.I have to warn you that this sari-sari has nothing to do with the little stores that you see in your neighborhood (well, not in TB's, Kayni's, or wil's) where you

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Weew! This feels weird. I don't know what to write after a month of absence in the blogosphere.A mentor from Australia dropped by my house on his way to Bontoc. Over breakfast, he asked me what have I been doing and I said: "Well, when I got back from Manila at the end of August, we went to a funeral of an uncle, then the next week, we prepared for the wedding of my brother. And then the

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