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instead, you ayat

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anay ayat kan

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instead, you ayat

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anay-ayat ka

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light work instead

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sa halip liwanag trabaho

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imbis na baho kag nawong

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instead of your smelly face

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Passed away instead of died

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to type the entire sentence in your langageA company's long term investments, in the case that the full value will not be realized within the accounting year. Noncurrent assets are expensed rather than capitalized, meaning that the company allocates the cost of the assets over the number of years for which the asset will be in use, instead of allocating the entire cost for the accounting year in which the asset was purchased.

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alice in wonderland tagalog veOnce upon a time . . . there lived a woman who had no children. She dreamed of having a little girl, but time went by, and her dream never came true. She then went to visit a witch, who gave her a magic grain of barley. She planted it in a flower pot. And the very next day, the grain had turned into a lovely flower, rather like a tulip. The woman softly kissed its half-shut petals. And as though by magic, the flower opened in full blossom. Inside sat a tiny girl, no bigger than a thumb. The woman called her Thumbelina. For a bed she had a walnut shell, violet petals for her mattress and a rose petal blanket. In the daytime, she played in a tulip petal boat, floating on a plate of water. Using two horse hairs as oars, Thumbelina sailed around her little lake, singing and singing in a gentle sweet voice. Then one night, as she lay fast asleep in her walnut shell, a large frog hopped through a hole in the window pane. As she gazed down at Thumbelina, she said to herself: "How pretty she is! She'd make the perfect bride for my own dear son!" She picked up Thumbelina, walnut shell and all, and hopped into the garden. Nobody saw her go.Back at the pond, her fat ugly son, who always did as mother told him, was pleased with her choice. But mother frog was afraid that her pretty prisoner might run away. So she carried Thumbellna out to a water lily leaf ln the middle of the pond. "She can never escape us now," said the frog to her son. "And we have plenty of time to prepare a new home for you and your bride." Thumbelina was left all alone. She felt so desperate. She knew she would never be able to escape the fate that awaited her with the two horrid fat frogs. All she could do was cry her eyes out. However, one or two minnows who had been enjoying the shade below the water lily leaf, had overheard the two frogs talking, and the little girl's bitter sobs. They decided to do something about it. So they nibbled away at the lily stem till it broke and drifted away in the weak current. A dancing butterfly had an idea: "Throw me the end of your belt! I'll help you to move a little faster!" Thumbelina gratefully did so, and the leaf soon floated away from the frog pond. But other dangers lay ahead. A large beetle snatched Thumbelina with his strong feet and took her away to his home at the top of a leafy tree. "Isn't she pretty?" he said to his friends. But they pointed out that she was far too different. So the beetle took her down the tree and set her free. It was summertime, and Thumbelina wandered all by herself amongst the flowers and through the long grass. She had pollen for her meals and drank the dew. Then the rainy season came, bringing nastyweather. The poor child found it hard to find food and shelter. When winter set in, she suffered from the cold and felt terrible pangs of hunger. One day, as Thumbelina roamed helplessly over the bare meadows, she met a large spider who promised to help her. He took her to a hollow tree and guarded the door with a stout web. Then he brought her some dried chestnuts and called his friends to come and admire her beauty. But just like the beetles, all the other spiders persuaded Thumbelina's rescuer to let her go. Crying her heart out, and quite certain that nobody wanted her because she was ugly, Thumbelina left the spider's house. As she wandered, shivering with the cold, suddenly she came across a solid little cottage, made of twigs and dead leaves. Hopefully, she knocked on the door. It was opened by a field mouse. "What are you doing outside in this weather?" he asked. "Come in and warm yourself." Comfortable and cozy, the field mouse's home was stocked with food. For her keep, Thumbelina did the housework and told the mouse stories. One day, the field mouse said a friend was coming to visit them. "He's a very rich mole, and has a lovely house. He wears a splendid black fur coat, but he's dreadfully shortsighted. He needs company and he'd like to marry you!" Thumbelina did not relish the idea. However, when the mole came, she sang sweetly to him and he fell head over heels in love. The mole invited Thumbelina and the field mouse to visit him, but . . . to their surprise and horror, they came upon a swallow in the tunnel. It looked dead. Mole nudged it wi his foot, saying: "That'll teach her! She should have come underground instead of darting about the sky all summer!" Thumbelina was so shocked by such cruel words that later, she crept back unseen to the tunnel. And every day, the little girl went to nurse the swallow and tenderly give it food. In the meantime, the swallow told Thumbelina its tale. Jagged by a thorn, it had been unable to follow its companions to a warmer climate. "It's kind of you to nurse me," it told Thumbelina. But, in spring, the swallow flew away, after offering to take the little girl with it. All summer, Thumbelina did her best to avoid marrying the mole. The little girl thought fearfully of how she'd have to live underground forever. On the eve of her wedding, she asked to spend a day in the open air. As she gently fingered a flower, she heard a familiar song: "Winter's on its way and I'll be off to warmer lands. Come with me!" Thumbelina quickly clung to her swallow friend, and the bird soared into the sky. They flew over plains and hills till they reached a country of flowers. The swallow gently laid Thumbelina in a blossom. There she met a tiny, white-winged fairy: the King of the Flower Fairies. Instantly, he asked her to marry him. Thumbelina eagerly said "yes", and sprouting tiny white wings, she became the Flower Queen!rsion

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Alice sa wonderland tagalog bersyon

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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)

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dula-dulaan Tungkol kay cupid sa psyche

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The City's history dates back many centuries before the Spaniards came to Cagayan when the territory was called Kalambagohan. Its main town, Himologan, was a hill-top fortress situated some eight kilometers south of the present Poblacion. At the time when the first Spanish missionaries came in 1622, the people of Cagayan had tributary relation to Kudarat, the Muslim Sultan of Maguindanao empire in Cotabato. However, the people had not embraced Islam and instead, many became Christians after sometime. Because of this, Muslim warriors began to attack the settlement. As a defense strategy, the priests persuaded the people to transfer from the hilltop to a better location which is the present site of the Saint Augustine Cathedral. The Cagayanons were able to defend themselves for almost 250 years from Muslim harassment. In 1738, Spanish dominance was felt in Cagayan. When Misamis gained status of province in 1818, one of its four districts was the Partidos de Cagayan. In 1871, the "Partidos" became a town and was made permanent capital of Misamis. In 1883, the town became seat of the Spanish government in Mindanao for the provinces of Misamis Oriental, Misamis Occidental, Bukidnon, Lanao del Norte. Consequently, from a purely farming-fishing area, Cagayan emerged into a booming commerce and trade center. The war years in Cagayan were prompted by the presence of the Americans in 1898. The Americans were initially and successfully repulsed by the local forces led by Major Apolinar Velez at the historic battle of Macahambus in June 4, 1900. After the troubled years, peace finally brought back the economic activities to normal under the guidance of Americans. St. Augustine School, the forerunner of the present Xavier University and of Lourdes College, was inaugurated in 1928. On June 15, 1950 President Elpidio Quirino signed Republic Act No. 521, which granted the status of a chartered city to the municipality of Cagayan de Oro. Following these events, the socio-economic order underwent some far-reaching changes. Activities grew in scale and importance until it developed as the administrative center for the entire Northern Mindanao (Region X and XIII). Today, Cagayan de Oro is one of the fastest growing cities in the country and was declared a “Highly Urbanized City” by the Ministry of Local Government last November 22, 1983. articlel from the city of Cagayan de Oro verbatim

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Good morning students, school board members, superintendent and district staff. First, I would like to thank all of you, from teachers to friends and family, for being in attendance this morning. You have all had a profound impact on the development of the students that will be graduating today, and I feel it is safe to say that I speak on behalf of the whole graduating Class of 2015, in thanking you for all of your efforts that you have invested in us to this day. When I first sat down to write this speech, tons of thoughts were flowing through my mind. Am I going to reminisce about memories of great importance to me? How about speaking of significant events for the entire school? What is the message I should try to convey? Will I pass out or just be at a loss for words, because to be honest, I did not think I had it in me to do this. But the most important goal I strove for was to create a speech that was truly different. Not that bored people to sleep or followed the traditional “your journey ends here, but a new one begins” format, but instead offered excitement and new insight into this monumental day. However, it is more so about your accomplishments and the best way for me to craft inspiration and motivation in you all. Today is no small feat. It perhaps is the most significant and life altering achievement most of you can claim to this day. Never hesitate to recognize how proud each and every person here today is for you to complete such a long and difficult task. Having worked for over thirteen years just for this moment, it is hard to ignore the determination, perseverance, patience, hardwork and even sacrifice that embodies itself the attitudes of every graduate. The innumerable amount of opportunities your diploma enables you to attain is without doubt, and I encourage all of you to pursue what is most dear to you. Pursue that in which you feel you can make a difference. Looking at you, the Class of 2015, I realize that after today, I may no longer see many of you. That is a painful thought. On the other hand, I am also filled with anticipation, because I have no doubt in my mind that every single one of you sitting before me has the potential to succeed and make a difference in life. Of course, not every one of us can be rich, famous, and powerful, but often times it is the people who just offer words of advice and encouragement that make the world a better place. It is human nature to reflect the mood of others in your own actions, so positive words and actions could have an overwhelming impact on the moods and quality of life of others. The future looks bright. Throughout my years in high school, not only have I gained knowledge of the subjects I have studied, but I have learned many other lessons as well. At times I know some of you questioned the need to attend class, but gaining intelligence is not the only purpose of it. School has helped to build priceless social skills, as well as, instilled a value to succeed. I don’t know about you, but when I see others performing well, I take it as a challenge to try my best as well. Having the correct mindset makes all of the difference. If you believe you can achieve anything, and don’t allow others to tell you differently, what you are capable of achieving is genuinely amazing. I would like to conclude my speech with a quote from Robert Frost. “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” I encourage you, the Class of 2015, to not only follow the opportunities available to you, but to follow your heart and pursue a cause of particular importance to you. Instead of following the path of past generations and graduating classes, I challenge you all to make your own path. The risks are always present, but the battle always makes the win so much sweeter. For me, it is neither about the money nor the notoriety of a position, but instead whether I can make a difference and love what I do. Thanks again to all the families, friends, teachers, and any others I have missed, for your contributions. They are greatly appreciated. Congratulations again, Class of 2010, and I wish you all the best of luck. I know you’ll do your best. I’ll miss you all. Thank you!

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Tagalog salutatory address in highschool

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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! A las doce han dado-o-o!" Back to top Back to Philippine Literature in English

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Mayo araw gabi

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None of this suggests the appearance of a New Powerful Woman shaking traditional male dominance. Instead, she looks dominated

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Wala sa mga ito ay nagpapahiwatig na ang itsura ng isang Bagong Mabisang Woman alog tradisyonal pangingibabaw male. Sa halip, siya ay mukhang dominado

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You are a master of logic, but you could make a poor decision today if you rely on your head and not your heart. Your thoughts are bent out of shape by your desires now, making it pointless to employ any form of rationalization. Instead, let your emotions take you on the scenic route; you might not arrive at your destination on time, but you will experience more joy on the ride. It may sound silly, but happy feelings will attract happy circumstances

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paki tagalog nga

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Over the years Pompey and Crassus had come to be intense rivals. But once again Caesar displayed his abilities as a negotiator, earning the trust of both men and convincing them they'd be better suited as allies instead of enemies.

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Sa paglipas ng taon Pompey at Crassus ay dumating upang maging malubha karibal. Ngunit sa sandaling muli Caesar ipinapakita ang kanyang kakayahan bilang isang negosyante, kita ang tiwala ng parehong mga kalalakihan at kumbinsihin ang mga ito na gusto sila ay mas mahusay na naaangkop na mga kaalyado sa halip ng mga kaaway.

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