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AT THE ALTAR OF OUR ANCESTORS

Someone asked me to serialize a few articles on the offerings done by the Kalanguya, Igorots of the bygone era though some are still doing them until now. So TM, here you go. I could have emailed it to you but that's making it too easy for you. After all, you should be the one doing your own research, cheat! :) Be warned that I just copied it from a paper on Cultural vs. Biblical Keyterms presented at the International Translation Conference 2006 held in Horsleys Green, High Wycombe, Bucks., England. Besides, wala na rin akong maisulat muna. . 4 Types of Sacrifice/ Offering in Kalanguya Culture The Kalanguya sacrifices are collectively known as keleng but to the wider Filipino society, these sacrifices are called CaƱao [1] [kan’yaw], a collective name referring to the Kalanguya sacrifices. I have categorized the types of keleng according to the purpose for which such sacrifices are performed. They are performed to achieve either social, physiological, or spiritual outcomes. The K...

MT. CLIMBING--IGOROT STYLE PART 5

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MT. CLIMBING-IGOROT STYLE PART 2

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Mt. CLIMBING- IGOROT STYLE PART 1

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MT. CLIMBING--IGOROT STYLE PART 4

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MT. CLIMBING--IGOROT STYLE PART 3

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THE DAY I FELT LIKE A BALIKBAYAN... balikbaryo actually

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I just got back from a trip to the village where I was born. The going and coming home was tough but it was worth it. A very good friend of mine organized a mini-conference for the women in the village and she asked me to provide technical support (i.e. making powerpoint presentations and setting up the LCD projector). I was not very excited about the idea of boarding a dumptruck, squatting on its floor with more or less 40 people (the capacity of the vehicle is 100............... bags of cement :) .. oh well, ok 15-20 people is all it should carry… well, actually, it should be three: the driver and two passengers). At first, 10 people were comfortably sitting on the truck then somebody stopped us and boarded without a word, basta they needed a ride too daw , then off we go again, and again may pumara na naman , until I have no more choice but to give up my little space for women with children to sit on. I am not complaining; just that I forgot how it was to be going ‘home.’ I forgo...