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confused

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taranta

Last Update: 2016-01-28
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confused

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natataranta

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confused

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naglibog

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Im confused

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nahihilo din ako

Last Update: 2015-01-19
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confused child

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Tumatawa ng malakas

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I'm confused

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Tampo

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I'm confused

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gulo ko

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I'm confused

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nalito ako

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I'm confused

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natataranta ako

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confused in english

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magulo

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Confused, Stunned

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Natuliro

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confusing

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nakakagulo

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I'm confused if what

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nalilito ako kung ano

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I'm confused if you hope

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pagka dungol na lng jud nimu

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confusing in Tagalog

Tagalog

makalibog in tagalog

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confusing to speak with

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ano ayusin mona yan para ok na account mo

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Cupid and Psyche Script 1. EXT. CENTER STAGE. SPOTLIGHT (Psyche). Psyche is sitting on a chair (alone and lonely) PSYCHE Is this gift a curse? I never wished for this beauty! My only desire is to love and to be loved… (Sigh) (Spotlight expanding) People visits her to give gifts and praise Man # 1 O Great Beauty… Accept this humble present from us, your faithful servants (Psyche refuses the gift) PSYCHE I cannot accept this gift because i do not deserve to be worshipped I am not a goddess! (Higher tone) Man # 2 But … your splendour cannot be compared with what Venus has 2. EXT. UPPER LEFT SIDE. SPOTLIGHT (Venus). Venus walking back and forth (worried and mad) Venus (SARCASTIC but Calm) I? The goddess of love and BEAUTY? Cannot be compared to a mere mortal like her? I am insulted… VERY Insulted!!! (Sits on her throne) Venus Very well… She leaves me with no other choice… I’m still the goddess of love and beauty after all… (Chuckle) EXT. UPPER RIGHT STAGE. Spotlight. (Cupid playing with his arrows) Venus (sweet and persuading tone) Cupid, my beloved son, an act of your kindness is what I needed now… (Cupid bows down) Cupid I am grateful that you have come to me… (Cupid stands up) VENUS (cheerful and devious) I need you to use your power… The power to make anyone… Fall in love with any person… CUPID Well… I can do that… VENUS But this time is different… You need to make her fall in love with most despicable Creature in the entire universe… CUPID There’s no problem in that… so where is this lady you are talking about… (Venus pointed at Psyche [make yourself pretty]) (2 spotlights) VENUS She is Psyche… Then, I’ll leave it all up to you Venus fled away. Cupid is speechless and has fallen into his knees. 4. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE. Psyche (helpless) I’m tired of this life… I’m tired of being admired instead of being loved. I need Love! I want Love! Psyche’s father enters PSYCHE’S FATHER (troubled) I don’t know how or what are you feeling right now… But I am sure that you are in great pain He hugs Psyche PSYCHE’S FATHER (determined) And so… I must travel to Apollo’s oracle and asks what we need to do… Wait for me and I’ll bring the joy of your life… Psyche nods. Father left. 5. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE. Psyche’s father enters (depressed) PSYCHE (excited) And? what did it tell you? PSYCHE’S FATHER The or… (Gulp) the oracle told me…that… That you should be dressed in the deepest mourning… Then, we should leave you on the summit of a rocky hill… Psyche forced herself to smile PSYCHE Is that all? Then, I shouldn’t be standing here… I should get ready to meet my future spouse! Psyche tried to run into her room PSYCHE’S FATHER WAIT! I’m not yet finished… Your Future husband is not a human… But a fearful winged serpent! All was shocked SISTER # 1 Psyche, you should stop this! It will only give you a greater pain… MOTHER (exclaimed) Your sister is right… I won’t hand you to a despicable creature! PSYCHE (Sad smile) You are wrong! This is the end of my lifelong suffering! Rejoice for me for I have found my destiny… They hugged together. 6. EXT. UPPER RIGHT SIDE STAGE. HILLTOP. Psyche sat on hilltop. (Trembling with fear). Zephyr slowly lifts her up. Then, gently lands her on a grassy meadow. PSYCHE Whoa… it’s better than my bed back home… (Yawn) Psyche slowly fell into a deep sleep. (Dim Light) Woke up in front of Cupid’s mansion. VOICE # 1 Lady Psyche, Welcome to your new Home! PSYCHE (surprised) Who are you? What do you want from me? VOICE # 2 Do not be afraid, my lady, we are your most faithful servants… We were trained to fulfil your desires. VOIICE # 3 We know that you are tired and starving, my lady… So we prepared a feast for you. Psyche sat on the chair, and enjoys the most delicious food she ever tasted. 7. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM Psyche sits on their bed. PSYCHE When will my husband come? Did he really want me? Am I not qualified to be his wife? VOICE # 2 Relax my lady; I assure you he will come… PSYCHE But when? VOICE # 3 He will be coming soon… Very soon… Psyche lied down and slept. (Spotlight Cupid) Cupid lies down beside Psyche and hugs her. CUPID (whispers) Welcome home, my dearest wife… Psyche slowly opens her eyes (half). She smiled. Play the Recorded Voice Over. Psyche (THOUGHT) I knew it… he is not a horrible creature… His warm hands are the evident… Psyche grabs the hands of Cupid from behind. 8. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. Psyche is sitting on their bed. Brushing her hair. CUPID [VOICE] Psyche, I’ve come here to warn you to a great danger you’ll face… PSYCHE What danger? Explain it to me so I can avoid it… CUPID [VOICE] The danger is your sisters. They will come to the hill where you disappeared to mourn for you. PSYCHE My sisters? My sisters are not… and will never bring me harm! (Higher tone) So please, grant me this wish to see my dear sisters. I want to let them know that I am safe and happy in your care. CUPID [Voice] You will bring yourself to your own destruction. PSYCHE It will never be! CUPID {VOICE] I’ll let you see your sister, but promise me this… Don’t be persuaded by anyone to try to see me. PSYCHE I solemnly promise… I am so grateful for granting me this favour. Psyche smiled and slept. 9. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S LIVING ROOM. Psyche and her two sisters saw each other and tightly hugged together. SISTER # 2 Psyche, we miss you so much… we thought something terrible happened to you… SISTER # 1 We are so glad that you are still alive…. and still… beautiful… PSYCHE (Chuckled) Well… I was scared at first but after knowing my husband…. The fright that I felt changed into love… SISTER # 1 (day dreaming) So how was he? Gorgeous? Muscular? Or Charming? PSYCHE (stutter) Well… um… he is a young man…um… he is now away for… umm… For a Hunting expedition! Psyche acted strange and secretive. PSYCHE It’s getting late, you should go now… Psyche handed some jewels and gold. PSYCHE Here, accept these as a present from me and from my husband. The sisters left and Psyche was relieved to be alone. ALL was dark. 10. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. CUPID [VOICE] (desperate) Psyche, I beg you…Please stop this nuisance… I f this continues, we both suffer and you will never ever see me again… PSYCHE (determined) But we have done nothing wrong to bring you harm… If we continue arguing, then this will be harmful for the both of us! CUPID [VOICE] (lax) Psyche, do what you want but don’t blame me if something happens. 11. EXT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S MANSION. The two sisters were waiting for Psyche and plotting their evil scheme. Psyche came and hugged her sisters. PSYCHE (Cheerful) Thank you for coming and filling these lonely hours for me. SISTER # 1 Lonely hours? Why? Where is your husband? PSYCHE (SHOCKED) Um… he is still in the hunting expedition… SISTER # 2 I see… well my husband and I like hunting; we might bump into each other someday. How does he look like? PSYCHE Well… I’m bad in describing people so I don’t know how to describe him, SISTER # 2 Then, how about his name? PSYCHE (almost crying) His name…. Na…. me…. is… I don’t know…. I don’t know his name… Psyche loudly cried. And has fallen into her knees. SISTER # 1(fake concern) Oh my, he might be the one that the oracle is talking about. SISTER # 2 (deep tone) The fearful winged serpent! Psyche pulled one of her sister’s legs. PSYCHE NO! He can’t be… He is gentle and sweet! SISTER # 1 How would you know? You never met him. It must be a disguise to trick you. Psyche let go of her sister’s leg. Sister # 2 will help her get up. SISTER # 2 Psyche, don’t be sad. There is a way that you can see his true nature! PSYCHE (Anxious) What? What is it? They whisper the plan to Psyche. Psyche looked sad after hearing it. 12. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. Psyche is lying in her bed. Cupid came and slept beside Psyche. Voice over Playing. PSYCHE (THOUGHT) [confused] Should I do it? Should I? What if? Just what if it’s true? Will I be able to handle the truth? I wanted to be with him forever! But I wanted to see him so much! I want to see his smile…. his eyes… his everything… (Descending tone) Psyche slowly stands up. Took the lamp. (Spotlight: Cupid). Took out the dagger. Psyche looked at Cupid and stare (teary eyes) PSYCHE He … he is my husband? Not a horrifying creature… but the most stunning I have ever seen… She dropped the dagger. Psyche slowly reached for Cupid’s face. PSYCHE One touch… one touch will be enough!!! Some hot oil from the lamp dropped on Cupid’s shoulder. Cupid woke up. Psyche gently touch Cupid. PSYCHE (worried) Oh no! Are you alright? Does it hurt? Cupid pushed Psyche away. CUPID (angry) Don’t touch me! You betrayed me and disobey me! Why didn’t you believe me that they will bring us harm? Don’t you trust me, your husband? PSYCHE (scared and worried) I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I got confused… and… And… I didn’t know what I should do… And… And… I don’t know… I just want to see you!!! Cupid runs away. CUPID (Voice) Love cannot live if there is no trust! PSYCHE The god of love? Cupid? Psyche loudly cried. (Shivers) PSYCHE He was my husband… and wretch that I am for not believing him… I s he gone forever? Will I never see him again? What should I do? I want him back!!! I want him back… PSYCHE stood up. PSYCHE I’ll bring him back… even if it takes a lifetime! 13. EXT. RIGHT SIDE. VENUS’ TEMPLE. Psyche offers some gifts to the statue of Venus. Voice over playing. PSYCHE (THOUGHT) I know this is not a good plan, but it might work. He might be at his mother’s. There is a greater possibility that we’ll meet again Psyche prayed to Venus. PSYCHE O great goddess. I brought you destruction… but hear me out and I’ll be your servant! When she was about to return, Venus appeared in front of her. VENUS Finally, I have met the devious mortal that put shame in my family. PSYCHE It wasn’t my intention… Venus looked at her angrily. Psyche bows her head. VENUS Why are you here? Aren’t my son enough for you? Do you still want to hurt other with you bewitched beauty? PSYCHE (exclaimed) Wait! You misunderstood me. I never wanted this beauty in the first place! VENUS How dare you! You aren’t grateful for the gift that the heaven bestowed unto you? You disgust me! Psyche looked ashamed VENUS Something must be done with that ill mannered attitude of yours! I’ll discipline you with most diligent and painful training. Venus smiled and laughed wickedly. She left and Psyche followed her. 14. INT. LEFT SIDE. Closed ROOM. Venus and Psyche entered the room. Venus pointed at the sacks in the corner. VENUS Those sacks are filled with different kinds of seeds… You must sort them out by nightfall…. PSYCHE By nightfall? I can’t do it all alone… It will take days or even months to sort them out! VENUS It’s not my problem… I mean, this is for your own sake… Venus departed. Psyche is “playing” with the seeds. PSYCHE (helpless then determined) What do I need to do? (Sigh) But I shouldn’t give up; I must try hard for Cupid. ANT #1 (squeaky voice) Psyche… Psyche… look down! PSYCHE Ants? Little ants? Are you here to help me? ANTS # 2 We are at you service, our Lady. It is our pleasure to help a great beauty like you… PSYCHE Thank you… oh… thank you very much!!! I’ll never forget you my little ones… The ants Helped Psyche in sorting the seeds. Morning came. The ants went away after sorting. Venus came. VENUS (annoyed) How… How… How did you do it? Someone help you right? PSYCHE Aaaaaa…. It’s a secret… (Chuckled) VENUS (Sarcastic warning) So this task is easy for you, but the next is harder so be careful… EXT. LEFT SIDE. RIVERBANK. Venus and Psyche are standing at the riverbank. VENUS I need you to fetch me some wool! PSYCHE Then wool it is! VENUS Not just any wool but Shining Golden wool!!! Down there near the riverbank. Go now and I don’t like waiting. Venus pushed her a little and went away. Psyche stared at her reflection. PSYCHE I talk too much, I thought that I can do everything but I can’t… arghh!!! Dying! Dying will end my suffering! REED Wait! You mustn’t drown yourself! Indeed your life is miserable but it will end. Before this, you need to accomplish this task. Psyche wipe off her tears and listen to the reed. REED Wait until the sun sets, the sheep will rest beside the river that is your chance to Get the wool stuck on the briars. PSYCHE Thank you my dear friend!! I owe you!!! Psyche did what she was told. She went back to Venus. 16. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION. Psyche gave Venus the golden wool! VENUS (Irritated) So these tasks are easy for you? then beware of the next one! It is very impossible for a mortal to accomplish this task. Psyche looked worried. Venus threw the flask to Psyche. Psyche caught the flask. VENUS (devious tone) You need that for this job. I need you to fill that with black water from that hill. That water is the source of the most fearful river, the river Styx! PSYCHE But I can’t reach it. It’s too high for me? How will I get some water? VENUS Well… it’s for you to found out! 17. EXT. BACK RIGH STAGE. FALLS. Psyche was staring at the falls and tries to figure out how she can fill the flask. PSYCHE The stones are sharp so I can’t climb up… I mean I know someone will help me with this task but what will it be? An eagle soar towards Psyche. Psyche sat at the back of the eagle. The eagle flew towards the fall. Psyche filled the flask with black water. PSYCHE Thank you my big friend!!! I can’t do it without you. 18. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION. Psyche gave the flask to Venus. Venus accepts it. VENUS This will be your final task! Go to the underworld and ask Persephone if she could lend me some of her beauty. Venus gave the box to Psyche. VENUS You will carry her beauty with this. PSYCHE What will I tell her if she asks why? VENUS Tell her that… that… um… I am so worn-out from nursing my beloved Cupid… Psyche went on to find the road to Hades. 19. EXT. LEFT SIDE. TOWER. A man approached Psyche. GUIDE You are looking for the roads to Hades right? PSYCHE Yes, I do! Do you know how to get there? GUIDE Yes, of course… But before I tell you the directions, you need this penny and this cake. Guide gave Psyche the penny and the cake. PSYCHE What will I do with these? GUIDE These are you gate passes. You give the penny to Charon, He will lead you to Proserpine’s mansion. And at the mansion, you’ll encounter a three-headed dog called Cerberus. You will give this piece of cake to it so that he will let you pass the gate. PSYCHE Phew… I’m scared but ready… so where should I head to… The guide showed Psyche how she will get there. 20. INT. WHOLE STAGE. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. UNDERWORLD. Psyche rode the boat led by Charon. Passed the gate guarded by Cerberus. She met Proserpine. PSYCHE Goddess of the underworld, I am here on behalf of Venus. She needed your help. She needs to restore her beauty. Her beauty was drained because of nursing his son. PROSERPINE Wel… I am delighted to help the goddess of Beauty. Proserpine held the box and slowly move it towards her face. She closed the box,. Gave it back to Psyche. PSYCHE Thnak you… Thank you for this great help… She rushed towards back to the upper world. PSYCHE What if I use some of this beauty charm?… i looked so weary and Cupid might not love me anymore if i look like this. Psyche opened the box and was surprised that nothing was there. Then a lanquor took over her and fell into deep sleep. Cupid flew out from the window of he palace. Saw Psyche and flew towards her. CUPID Relax, my dear for I am here beside you. Cupid touched Psyche’s eyes and put the sleep back in the box. Then he took one of his arrows and pricked Psyche. Psyche woke up. They hugged each other. CUPID You fool, why did you hav to do that? Do you know how worried I am? PSYCHE I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Please don’t leave me again… Stay by my side… CUPID I won’t ever…so come to me… and all our sufferings will end. 21. INT. WHOLE STAGE. OLYMPIA. Cupid and Psyche were rushing towards Jupiter. Bows down to Jupiter CUPID Grant me this great favour. Let us live a happy marriage life. Let us become one with blessing you’ll bestow unto us. JUPITER Even though you brought me great harm in the past for making me fall in love Over and over again, but I cannot refuse your desire. So do not be worried. Jupiter stood up. JUPITER I declare to all of you that with my blessing I pronounce Cupid and Psyche as husband and wife. No one shall ever interrupt their marriage or you shall face me and my thunderbolts. The gods and goddesses whisper to each other. JUPITER There won’t be any complaints if Psyche was immortal, right? Then, Hermes, bring me the ambrosia and I’ll bestow immortality to this young lady. Hermes gave the ambrosia to Psyche. Psyche tasted it and she became immortal. Cupid and Psyche hugged each other. CUPID We will now be together forever. Nothing will stand between our love. PSYCHE What about your mother? Will she accept me? Venus walked towards them. VENUS I accept you! You are the love of my son so I don’t have any choice but to accept you. And… its because you are a goddess now that i agree on your marriage. Cupid, Psyche and Venus hugged each other. Spotlight ; Cupid and Psyche. Still Hugging each other. PSYCHE Cupis, You are the LOVE of my life. CUPID Psyche, You are my SOUL. I can’t live without you. Cupid and Psyche looked at each other and slowly moving their face towards each other. (one inch away—black out—Closed Curtains)

Tagalog

dula-dulaan Tungkol kay cupid sa psyche

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One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love. But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy. So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their daughter’s hand. But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married. But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision. When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew there was something wrong. She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her face muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds. Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again. For one year, the soldier wrote many letters—but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls. But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.” The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!” The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation. The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him—but she had to forget him now. With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation. And then she saw her name on it! Confused, she asked, “What is this?” That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?” The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!” The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!”

Tagalog

hi, gusto ko na ipaalam sa inyo na ang inyong pinsan cherry ay may relasyon sa kanyang manager Bernard palaging siya ay wala sa kanya at lalo na siya ay pagpunta sa hotel sa Huwebes at pagdating ng huling sa kanyang bahay mangyaring ipagbigay-alam sa kanyang taga pag-alaga na kung alam manager asawa o sa kumpanya kung ang iba pang mga tagapamahala alam siya makakuha ng tinapos. Kung sa tingin mo ako m nagsasabi ng kasinungalingan lamang suriin ang kanyang telepono kung matugunan mo sa kanya. Ikaw ay dumating na malaman ang kanyang mga mensahe at mga larawan o i-check sa kanya kung ano ang oras na siya napupunta at kung anong oras siya ay tahanan ng kanyang manager na nagsasabi sa kanyang mga kaibigan na dinadala siya sa kanyang tuwing Huwebes sa hotel ipinakita niya ang mga larawan sa kanyang mga kaibigan at nagsasabi kung hindi isang sa kanyang bahay. Kanyang manager ay ang pagkakaroon ng isang pisikal na relasyon sa maraming babae mula sa kanyang kumpanya siya ay isang malaking flirt kung maaari niyang lokohin ang kanyang asawa siya ay maaaring impostor anumang iba pang mga batang babae siya ay lamang gamit ang iyong pinsan. Nakita ko ang iyong mga larawan na may cherry at nalaman ko na ikaw ay isang pinsan ng kanyang mangyaring ipagbigay-alam sa kanyang mga taga pag-alaga sa kabilang banda ay siya ay sa malaking gulo. Sana maintindihan mo. Mangyaring panatilihing lihim ang aking mensahe kung ako malaman ang higit pa tungkol sa kanilang relasyon ay ako ipaalam sa inyo. Salamat sa iyong suporta.

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1. Know your bank Know the owners of your bank -- the people behind it and the people who manage it. Find out and ask about your bank's finances and its strengths and weaknesses. PDIC, BSP, SEC, and your bank's websites, newspapers, magazines, television and radio will provide most of the information you need. 2. Know your bank products Understand where you place your cash. Do not confuse investments with regular deposits. Read and understand the fine print and don't hesitate to clarify with bank personnel terms and conditions that are not clear. 3. Know your bank's services and fees Choose the right bank for you by knowing your needs and matching these with your bank's services. Be aware of bank charges and fees. 4. Keep your bank records safe and updated Secure your passbook, ATM, certificate of time deposit (CTD), checkbook and other bank records at all times. Have your passbook and CTDs updated every time you do a transaction. Inform your bank whenever there are changes in your contact details to avoid bank mails with sensitive information getting into the wrong hands. 5. Transact only inside the bank with authorized bank personnel Do not hesitate to ask personnel to present an ID and always ask for proof of your transaction. 6. Be informed about PDIC deposit insurance PDIC guarantees deposits up to P500,000.00 per depositor. Investment products, fraudulent accounts, laundered money and deposit products from unsafe and unsound banking practices are not covered by insurance. 7. Be cautious Simply walk away from offers that are too good to be true. Generally, excessively high interest rates carry more risks.

Tagalog

ano graph Ang line

Last Update: 2016-01-26
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May Day Eve By Nick Joaquin The old people had ordered that the dancing should stop at ten o’clock but it was almost midnight before the carriages came filing up the departing guests, while the girls who were staying were promptly herded upstairs to the bedrooms, the young men gathering around to wish them a good night and lamenting their ascent with mock signs and moaning, proclaiming themselves disconsolate but straightway going off to finish the punch and the brandy though they were quite drunk already and simply bursting with wild spirits, merriment, arrogance and audacity, for they were young bucks newly arrived from Europe; the ball had been in their honor; and they had waltzed and polka-ed and bragged and swaggered and flirted all night and where in no mood to sleep yet--no, caramba, not on this moist tropic eve! not on this mystic May eve! --with the night still young and so seductive that it was madness not to go out, not to go forth---and serenade the neighbors! cried one; and swim in the Pasid! cried another; and gather fireflies! cried a third—whereupon there arose a great clamor for coats and capes, for hats and canes, and they were a couple of street-lamps flickered and a last carriage rattled away upon the cobbles while the blind black houses muttered hush-hush, their tile roofs looming like sinister chessboards against a wile sky murky with clouds, save where an evil young moon prowled about in a corner or where a murderous wind whirled, whistling and whining, smelling now of the sea and now of the summer orchards and wafting unbearable childhood fragrances or ripe guavas to the young men trooping so uproariously down the street that the girls who were desiring upstairs in the bedrooms catered screaming to the windows, crowded giggling at the windows, but were soon sighing amorously over those young men bawling below; over those wicked young men and their handsome apparel, their proud flashing eyes, and their elegant mustaches so black and vivid in the moonlight that the girls were quite ravished with love, and began crying to one another how carefree were men but how awful to be a girl and what a horrid, horrid world it was, till old Anastasia plucked them off by the ear or the pigtail and chases them off to bed---while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobble and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his great voice booming through the night, "Guardia serno-o-o! A las doce han dado-o-o. And it was May again, said the old Anastasia. It was the first day of May and witches were abroad in the night, she said--for it was a night of divination, and night of lovers, and those who cared might peer into a mirror and would there behold the face of whoever it was they were fated to marry, said the old Anastasia as she hobble about picking up the piled crinolines and folding up shawls and raking slippers in corner while the girls climbing into four great poster-beds that overwhelmed the room began shrieking with terror, scrambling over each other and imploring the old woman not to frighten them. "Enough, enough, Anastasia! We want to sleep!" "Go scare the boys instead, you old witch!" "She is not a witch, she is a maga. She is a maga. She was born of Christmas Eve!" "St. Anastasia, virgin and martyr." "Huh? Impossible! She has conquered seven husbands! Are you a virgin, Anastasia?" "No, but I am seven times a martyr because of you girls!" "Let her prophesy, let her prophesy! Whom will I marry, old gypsy? Come, tell me." "You may learn in a mirror if you are not afraid." "I am not afraid, I will go," cried the young cousin Agueda, jumping up in bed. "Girls, girls---we are making too much noise! My mother will hear and will come and pinch us all. Agueda, lie down! And you Anastasia, I command you to shut your mouth and go away!""Your mother told me to stay here all night, my grand lady!" "And I will not lie down!" cried the rebellious Agueda, leaping to the floor. "Stay, old woman. Tell me what I have to do." "Tell her! Tell her!" chimed the other girls. The old woman dropped the clothes she had gathered and approached and fixed her eyes on the girl. "You must take a candle," she instructed, "and go into a room that is dark and that has a mirror in it and you must be alone in the room. Go up to the mirror and close your eyes and shy: Mirror, mirror, show to me him whose woman I will be. If all goes right, just above your left shoulder will appear the face of the man you will marry." A silence. Then: "And hat if all does not go right?" asked Agueda. "Ah, then the Lord have mercy on you!" "Why." "Because you may see--the Devil!" The girls screamed and clutched one another, shivering. "But what nonsense!" cried Agueda. "This is the year 1847. There are no devil anymore!" Nevertheless she had turned pale. "But where could I go, hugh? Yes, I know! Down to the sala. It has that big mirror and no one is there now." "No, Agueda, no! It is a mortal sin! You will see the devil!" "I do not care! I am not afraid! I will go!" "Oh, you wicked girl! Oh, you mad girl!" "If you do not come to bed, Agueda, I will call my mother." "And if you do I will tell her who came to visit you at the convent last March. Come, old woman---give me that candle. I go." "Oh girls---give me that candle, I go." But Agueda had already slipped outside; was already tiptoeing across the hall; her feet bare and her dark hair falling down her shoulders and streaming in the wind as she fled down the stairs, the lighted candle sputtering in one hand while with the other she pulled up her white gown from her ankles. She paused breathless in the doorway to the sala and her heart failed her. She tried to imagine the room filled again with lights, laughter, whirling couples, and the jolly jerky music of the fiddlers. But, oh, it was a dark den, a weird cavern for the windows had been closed and the furniture stacked up against the walls. She crossed herself and stepped inside. The mirror hung on the wall before her; a big antique mirror with a gold frame carved into leaves and flowers and mysterious curlicues. She saw herself approaching fearfully in it: a small while ghost that the darkness bodied forth---but not willingly, not completely, for her eyes and hair were so dark that the face approaching in the mirror seemed only a mask that floated forward; a bright mask with two holes gaping in it, blown forward by the white cloud of her gown. But when she stood before the mirror she lifted the candle level with her chin and the dead mask bloomed into her living face. She closed her eyes and whispered the incantation. When she had finished such a terror took hold of her that she felt unable to move, unable to open her eyes and thought she would stand there forever, enchanted. But she heard a step behind her, and a smothered giggle, and instantly opened her eyes. "And what did you see, Mama? Oh, what was it?" But Dona Agueda had forgotten the little girl on her lap: she was staring pass the curly head nestling at her breast and seeing herself in the big mirror hanging in the room. It was the same room and the same mirror out the face she now saw in it was an old face---a hard, bitter, vengeful face, framed in graying hair, and so sadly altered, so sadly different from that other face like a white mask, that fresh young face like a pure mask than she had brought before this mirror one wild May Day midnight years and years ago.... "But what was it Mama? Oh please go on! What did you see?" Dona Agueda looked down at her daughter but her face did not soften though her eyes filled with tears. "I saw the devil." she said bitterly. The child blanched. "The devil, Mama? Oh... Oh..." "Yes, my love. I opened my eyes and there in the mirror, smiling at me over my left shoulder, was the face of the devil." "Oh, my poor little Mama! And were you very frightened?" "You can imagine. And that is why good little girls do not look into mirrors except when their mothers tell them. You must stop this naughty habit, darling, of admiring yourself in every mirror you pass- or you may see something frightful some day." "But the devil, Mama---what did he look like?" "Well, let me see... he has curly hair and a scar on his cheek---" "Like the scar of Papa?" "Well, yes. But this of the devil was a scar of sin, while that of your Papa is a scar of honor. Or so he says." "Go on about the devil." "Well, he had mustaches." "Like those of Papa?" "Oh, no. Those of your Papa are dirty and graying and smell horribly of tobacco, while these of the devil were very black and elegant--oh, how elegant!" "And did he speak to you, Mama?" "Yes… Yes, he spoke to me," said Dona Agueda. And bowing her graying head; she wept. "Charms like yours have no need for a candle, fair one," he had said, smiling at her in the mirror and stepping back to give her a low mocking bow. She had whirled around and glared at him and he had burst into laughter. "But I remember you!" he cried. "You are Agueda, whom I left a mere infant and came home to find a tremendous beauty, and I danced a waltz with you but you would not give me the polka." "Let me pass," she muttered fiercely, for he was barring the way. "But I want to dance the polka with you, fair one," he said. So they stood before the mirror; their panting breath the only sound in the dark room; the candle shining between them and flinging their shadows to the wall. And young Badoy Montiya (who had crept home very drunk to pass out quietly in bed) suddenly found himself cold sober and very much awake and ready for anything. His eyes sparkled and the scar on his face gleamed scarlet. "Let me pass!" she cried again, in a voice of fury, but he grasped her by the wrist. "No," he smiled. "Not until we have danced." "Go to the devil!" "What a temper has my serrana!" "I am not your serrana!" "Whose, then? Someone I know? Someone I have offended grievously? Because you treat me, you treat all my friends like your mortal enemies." "And why not?" she demanded, jerking her wrist away and flashing her teeth in his face. "Oh, how I detest you, you pompous young men! You go to Europe and you come back elegant lords and we poor girls are too tame to please you. We have no grace like the Parisiennes, we have no fire like the Sevillians, and we have no salt, no salt, no salt! Aie, how you weary me, how you bore me, you fastidious men!" "Come, come---how do you know about us?" "I was not admiring myself, sir!" "You were admiring the moon perhaps?" "Oh!" she gasped, and burst into tears. The candle dropped from her hand and she covered her face and sobbed piteously. The candle had gone out and they stood in darkness, and young Badoy was conscience-stricken. "Oh, do not cry, little one!" Oh, please forgive me! Please do not cry! But what a brute I am! I was drunk, little one, I was drunk and knew not what I said." He groped and found her hand and touched it to his lips. She shuddered in her white gown. "Let me go," she moaned, and tugged feebly. "No. Say you forgive me first. Say you forgive me, Agueda." But instead she pulled his hand to her mouth and bit it - bit so sharply in the knuckles that he cried with pain and lashed cut with his other hand--lashed out and hit the air, for she was gone, she had fled, and he heard the rustling of her skirts up the stairs as he furiously sucked his bleeding fingers. Cruel thoughts raced through his head: he would go and tell his mother and make her turn the savage girl out of the house--or he would go himself to the girl’s room and drag her out of bed and slap, slap, slap her silly face! But at the same time he was thinking that they were all going to Antipolo in the morning and was already planning how he would maneuver himself into the same boat with her. Oh, he would have his revenge, he would make her pay, that little harlot! She should suffer for this, he thought greedily, licking his bleeding knuckles. But---Judas! He remembered her bare shoulders: gold in her candlelight and delicately furred. He saw the mobile insolence of her neck, and her taut breasts steady in the fluid gown. Son of a Turk, but she was quite enchanting! How could she think she had no fire or grace? And no salt? An arroba she had of it! "... No lack of salt in the chrism At the moment of thy baptism!" He sang aloud in the dark room and suddenly realized that he had fallen madly in love with her. He ached intensely to see her again---at once! ---to touch her hands and her hair; to hear her harsh voice. He ran to the window and flung open the casements and the beauty of the night struck him back like a blow. It was May, it was summer, and he was young---young! ---and deliriously in love. Such a happiness welled up within him that the tears spurted from his eyes. But he did not forgive her--no! He would still make her pay, he would still have his revenge, he thought viciously, and kissed his wounded fingers. But what a night it had been! "I will never forge this night! he thought aloud in an awed voice, standing by the window in the dark room, the tears in his eyes and the wind in his hair and his bleeding knuckles pressed to his mouth. But, alas, the heart forgets; the heart is distracted; and May time passes; summer lends; the storms break over the rot-tipe orchards and the heart grows old; while the hours, the days, the months, and the years pile up and pile up, till the mind becomes too crowded, too confused: dust gathers in it; cobwebs multiply; the walls darken and fall into ruin and decay; the memory perished...and there came a time when Don Badoy Montiya walked home through a May Day midnight without remembering, without even caring to remember; being merely concerned in feeling his way across the street with his cane; his eyes having grown quite dim and his legs uncertain--for he was old; he was over sixty; he was a very stopped and shivered old man with white hair and mustaches coming home from a secret meeting of conspirators; his mind still resounding with the speeches and his patriot heart still exultant as he picked his way up the steps to the front door and inside into the slumbering darkness of the house; wholly unconscious of the May night, till on his way down the hall, chancing to glance into the sala, he shuddered, he stopped, his blood ran cold-- for he had seen a face in the mirror there---a ghostly candlelight face with the eyes closed and the lips moving, a face that he suddenly felt he had been there before though it was a full minutes before the lost memory came flowing, came tiding back, so overflooding the actual moment and so swiftly washing away the piled hours and days and months and years that he was left suddenly young again; he was a gay young buck again, lately came from Europe; he had been dancing all night; he was very drunk; he s stepped in the doorway; he saw a face in the dark; he called out...and the lad standing before the mirror (for it was a lad in a night go jumped with fright and almost dropped his candle, but looking around and seeing the old man, laughed out with relief and came running. "Oh Grandpa, how you frightened me. Don Badoy had turned very pale. "So it was you, you young bandit! And what is all this, hey? What are you doing down here at this hour?" "Nothing, Grandpa. I was only... I am only ..." "Yes, you are the great Señor only and how delighted I am to make your acquaintance, Señor Only! But if I break this cane on your head you maga wish you were someone else, Sir!" "It was just foolishness, Grandpa. They told me I would see my wife." "Wife? What wife?" "Mine. The boys at school said I would see her if I looked in a mirror tonight and said: Mirror, mirror show to me her whose lover I will be. Don Badoy cackled ruefully. He took the boy by the hair, pulled him along into the room, sat down on a chair, and drew the boy between his knees. "Now, put your cane down the floor, son, and let us talk this over. So you want your wife already, hey? You want to see her in advance, hey? But so you know that these are wicked games and that wicked boys who play them are in danger of seeing horrors?" "Well, the boys did warn me I might see a witch instead." "Exactly! A witch so horrible you may die of fright. And she will be witch you, she will torture you, she will eat your heart and drink your blood!" "Oh, come now Grandpa. This is 1890. There are no witches anymore." "Oh-ho, my young Voltaire! And what if I tell you that I myself have seen a witch. "You? Where? "Right in this room land right in that mirror," said the old man, and his playful voice had turned savage. "When, Grandpa?" "Not so long ago. When I was a bit older than you. Oh, I was a vain fellow and though I was feeling very sick that night and merely wanted to lie down somewhere and die I could not pass that doorway of course without stopping to see in the mirror what I looked like when dying. But when I poked my head in what should I see in the mirror but...but..." "The witch?" "Exactly!" "And then she bewitch you, Grandpa!" "She bewitched me and she tortured me. l She ate my heart and drank my blood." said the old man bitterly. "Oh, my poor little Grandpa! Why have you never told me! And she very horrible? "Horrible? God, no--- she was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen! Her eyes were somewhat like yours but her hair was like black waters and her golden shoulders were bare. My God, she was enchanting! But I should have known---I should have known even then---the dark and fatal creature she was!" A silence. Then: "What a horrid mirror this is, Grandpa," whispered the boy. "What makes you slay that, hey?" "Well, you saw this witch in it. And Mama once told me that Grandma once told her that Grandma once saw the devil in this mirror. Was it of the scare that Grandma died?" Don Badoy started. For a moment he had forgotten that she was dead, that she had perished---the poor Agueda; that they were at peace at last, the two of them, her tired body at rest; her broken body set free at last from the brutal pranks of the earth---from the trap of a May night; from the snare of summer; from the terrible silver nets of the moon. She had been a mere heap of white hair and bones in the end: a whimpering withered consumptive, lashing out with her cruel tongue; her eye like live coals; her face like ashes... Now, nothing--- nothing save a name on a stone; save a stone in a graveyard---nothing! was left of the young girl who had flamed so vividly in a mirror one wild May Day midnight, long, long ago. And remembering how she had sobbed so piteously; remembering how she had bitten his hand and fled and how he had sung aloud in the dark room and surprised his heart in the instant of falling in love: such a grief tore up his throat and eyes that he felt ashamed before the boy; pushed the boy away; stood up and looked out----looked out upon the medieval shadows of the foul street where a couple of street-lamps flickered and a last carriage was rattling away upon the cobbles, while the blind black houses muttered hush-hush, their tiled roofs looming like sinister chessboards against a wild sky murky with clouds, save where an evil old moon prowled about in a corner or where a murderous wind whirled, whistling and whining, smelling now of the sea and now of the summer orchards and wafting unbearable the window; the bowed old man sobbing so bitterly at the window; the tears streaming down his cheeks and the wind in his hair and one hand pressed to his mouth---while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobbles, and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his voice booming through the night: "Guardia sereno-o-o! 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