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makinig

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actively listen

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aktibong pakikinig halimbawa

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Easy listening

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Senti

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Easy listening

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madali pakingan

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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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Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the thoughts (PLANS) that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." Psalm 16:11 "You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand." God’s Plan for each of our lives is perfect, All we have to do is study and live by His Word and He will guide us. 1. WHAT IS GOD’S PLAN FOR MY LIFE? His Plan is for us to find Success in life personally and for the Kingdom of God. This includes whom we should marry, our careers, finances, health, relationships, which Church we should attend and minister, where we should live, and all aspects of our lives. 2. HOW DO I DISCOVER HIS PLAN FOR MY LIFE? Study God’s Word, pray, Focus on our lives on Jesus, seek His perfect Will for our lives, and live a Christ-Like life. Ask ourselves, “What does Jesus want me to do?” Speak with our Pastor for guidance, go to Bible Studies, and stay involved in Church. 3. WALKING DAILY IN GOD’S PLAN FOR OUR LIVES… As we study God’s Word, listen to Bible Teaching, we apply His Word to our decisions, live Positive Christian lives, listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit who lives inside us, stay away from temptations, and look for ways we can serve the Lord and share His Word. SINGLES…Jesus will bring the one He has chosen into your life at the perfect time in His plan for you, be patient, God has already chosen a Man for every Woman and a Woman for every Man, He is working at all times. He will help you in all decisions of life and show you the path to walk. MARRIEDS…Love your Spouse as Christ loves His Church, keep them second after Jesus, share all decision making, communicate through the issues of life and resolve them, and always keep Jesus first in your personal life. God’s Plan is perfect for each of us, all we have to do is live by His Word and follow His Plan! God Bless YOU! Pastor Roger McCarthy

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(1) Nearly five hundred years ago the Celestially August, the Son of Heaven, Yong-Lo, of the “Illustrious” or Ming dynasty, commanded the worthy official Kouan-Yu that he should have a bell made of such size that the sound thereof might be heard for one hundred li. And he further ordained that the voice of the bell should be strengthened with brass, and deepened with gold, and sweetened with silver; and that the face and the great lips of it should be graven with blessed sayings from the sacred books, and that it should be suspended in the centre of the imperial capital to sound through all the many-coloured ways of the City of Pe-King. (2) Therefore the worthy mandarin Kouan-Yu assembled the master-moulders and the renowned bellsmiths of the empire, and all men of great repute and cunning in foundry work; and they measured the materials for the alloy, and treated them skilfully, and prepared the moulds, the fires, the instruments, and the monstrous melting-pot for fusing the metal. And they laboured exceedingly, like giants neglecting only rest and sleep and the comforts of life; toiling both night and day in obedience to Kouan-Yu, and striving in all things to do the behest of the Son of Heaven. (3) But when the metal had been cast, and the earthen mould separated from the glowing casting, it was discovered that, despite their great labour and ceaseless care, the result was void of worth; for the metals had rebelled one against the other—the gold had scorned alliance with the brass, the silver would not mingle with the molten iron. Therefore the moulds had to be once more prepared, and the fires rekindled, and the metal remelted, and all the work tediously and toilsomely repeated. The Son of Heaven heard and was angry, but spake nothing. (4) A second time the bell was cast, and the result was even worse. Still the metals obstinately refused to blend one with the other; and there was no uniformity in the bell, and the sides of it were cracked and fissured, and the lips of it were slagged and split asunder; so that all the labour had to be repeated even a third time, to the great dismay of Kouan-Yu. And when the Son of Heaven heard these things, he was angrier than before; and sent his messenger to Kouan-Yu with a letter, written upon lemon-coloured silk and sealed with the seal of the dragon, containing these words: (5) “From the Mighty Young-Lo, the Sublime Tait-Sung, the Celestial and August, whose reign is called ‘Ming,’ to Kouan-Yu the Fuh-yin: Twice thou hast betrayed the trust we have deigned graciously to place in thee; if thou fail a third time in fulfilling our command, thy head shall be severed from thy neck. Tremble, and obey!” (6) Now, Kouan-Yu had a daughter of dazzling loveliness whose name—Ko-Ngai—was ever in the mouths of poets, and whose heart was even more beautiful than her face. Ko-Ngai loved her father with such love that she had refused a hundred worthy suitors rather than make his home desolate by her absence; and when she had seen the awful yellow missive, sealed with the Dragon-Seal, she fainted away with fear for her father’s sake. And when her senses and her strength returned to her, she could not rest or sleep for thinking of her parent’s danger, until she had secretly sold some of her jewels, and with the money so obtained had hastened to an astrologer, and paid him a great price to advise her by what means her father might be saved from the peril impending over him. So the astrologer made observations of the heavens, and marked the aspect of the Silver Stream (which we call the Milky Way), and examined the signs of the Zodiac—the Hwang-tao, or Yellow Road—and consulted the table of the Five Hin, or Principles of the Universe, and the mystical books of the alchemists. And after a long silence, he made answer to her, saying: “Gold and brass will never meet in wedlock, silver and iron never will embrace, until the flesh of a maiden be melted in the crucible; until the blood of a virgin be mixed with the metals in their fusion.” So Ko-Ngai returned home sorrowful at heart; but she kept secret all that she had heard, and told no one what she had done. (7) At last came the awful day when the third and last effort to cast the great bell was to be made; and Ko-Ngai, together with her waiting-woman, accompanied her father to the foundry, and they took their places upon a platform overlooking the toiling of the moulders and the lava of liquefied metal. All the workmen wrought at their tasks in silence; there was no sound heard but the muttering of the fires. And the muttering deepened into a roar like the roar of typhoons approaching, and the blood-red lake of metal slowly brightened like the vermilion of a sunrise, and the vermilion was transmuted into a radiant glow of gold, and the gold whitened blindingly, like the silver face of a full moon. Then the workers ceased to feed the raving flame, and all fixed their eyes upon the eyes of Kouan-Yu; and Kouan-Yu prepared to give the signal to cast. (8) But ere ever he lifted his finger, a cry caused him to turn his head and all heard the voice of Ko-Ngai sounding sharply sweet as a bird’s song above the great thunder of the fires—“For thy sake, O my father!” And even as she cried, she leaped into the white flood of metal; and the lava of the furnace roared to receive her, and spattered monstrous flakes of flame to the roof, and burst over the verge of the earthen crater, and cast up a whirling fountain of many-coloured fires, and subsided quakingly, with lightnings and with thunders and with mutterings. (9) Then the father of Ko-Ngai, wild with his grief, would have leaped in after her, but that strong men held him back and kept firm grasp upon him until he had fainted away, and they could bear him like one dead to his home. And the serving-woman of Ko-Ngai, dizzy and speechless for pain, stood before the furnace, still holding in her hands a shoe, a tiny, dainty shoe, with embroidery of pearls and flowers—the shoe of her beautiful mistress that was. For she had sought to grasp Ko-Ngai by the foot as she leaped, but had only been able to clutch the shoe, and the pretty shoe came off in her hand; and she continued to stare at it like one gone mad. (10) But in spite of all these things, the command of the Celestial and August had to be obeyed, and the work of the moulders to be finished, hopeless as the result might be. Yet the glow of the metal seemed purer and whiter than before; and there was no sign of the beautiful body that had been entombed therein. So the ponderous casting was made; and lo! when the metal had become cool, it was found that the bell was beautiful to look upon and perfect in form, and wonderful in colour above all other bells. Nor was there any trace found of the body of Ko-Ngai; for it had been totally absorbed by the precious alloy, and blended with the well-blended brass and gold, with the intermingling of the silver and the iron. And when they sounded the bell, its tones were found to be deeper and mellower and mightier than the tones of any other bell, reaching even beyond the distance of one hundred li, like a pealing of summer thunder; and yet also like some vast voice uttering a name, a woman’s name, the name of Ko-Ngai. And still, between each mighty stroke there is a long low moaning heard; and ever the moaning ends with a sound of sobbing and of complaining, as though a weeping woman should murmur, “Hiai!” And still, when the people hear that great golden moan they keep silence, but when the sharp, sweet shuddering comes in the air, and the sobbing of “Hiai!” then, indeed, do all the Chinese mothers in all the many-coloured ways of Pe-King whisper to their little ones: “Listen! that is Ko-Ngai crying for her shoe! That is Ko-Ngai calling for her shoe!”

Tagalog

kuwento ng ang kaluluwa ng mahusay na kampanilya

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Not even listening to their mother, me more so

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Hindi nga nakikinig sa kanilang nanay, sa'kin pa kaya

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What is the importance of listening?

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ano ang kahalagahan ng pakikinig?

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proverbs about listening

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salawikain tungkol sa pakikinig

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Once there was a presidente 151 who was very unjust to his people, and one day he became so angry that he wished he had horns so that he might frighten them. No sooner had he made this rash wish, than horns began to grow on his head. He sent for a barber who came to his house to cut his hair, and as he worked the presidente asked: "What do you see on my head?" "I see nothing," answered the barber; for although he could see the horns plainly, he was afraid to say so. Soon, however, the presidente put up his hands and felt the horns, and then when he inquired again the barber told him that he had two horns. "If you tell anyone what you have seen, you shall be hanged," said the presidente as the barber started away, and he was greatly frightened. When he reached home, the barber did not intend to tell anyone, for he was afraid; but as he thought of his secret more and more, the desire to tell someone became so strong that he knew he could not keep it. Finally he went to the field and dug a hole under some bamboo, and when the hole was large enough he crawled in and whispered that the presidente had horns. He then climbed out, filled up the hole, and went home. By and by some people came along the road on their way to market, and as they passed the bamboo they stopped in amazement, for surely a voice came from the trees, and it said that the presidente had horns. These people hastened to market and told what they had heard, and the people there went to the bamboo to listen to the strange voice. They informed others, and soon the news had spread all over the town. The councilmen were told, and they, too, went to the bamboo. When they had heard the voice, they ran to the house of the presidente. But his wife said that he was ill and they could not see him. By this time the horns had grown until they were one foot in length, and the presidente was so ashamed that he bade his wife tell the people that he could not talk. She told this to the councilmen when they came on the following day, but they replied that they must see him, for they had heard that he had horns, and if this were true he had no right to govern the people. She refused to let them in, so they broke down the door. They saw the horns on the head of the presidente and killed him. For, they said, he was no better than an animal

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ingles sa ilocano isalin ang

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The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets. Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed. When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly. "It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly. "I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands--'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant." "Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then." The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set. "Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be." "It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?" "Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up." The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds. "Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door."__ "Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman. "You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him." The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two. "I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp?" "I should say not!" said the other. "I'll give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long, officer." "Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went. There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited. About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man. "Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully. "Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door. "Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well! --twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man?" "Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches." "Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty." "Doing well in New York, Jimmy?" "Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times." The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest. At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face. The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm. "You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug." "It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That's sensible. Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman Wells." The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short. ~"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.

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okupasyon

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What Englisg listening

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sasabihin ko na sa inyo habang maaga pa huwag susubukng gumamit ng droga lalong lalo na kung pang katuwaan lamang

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task of the listener

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gawain ng tagapakinig

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What do you listen to music like that

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ano yong naririnig ko diyan parang music

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As we know alot of people treat the guitar as a friend because it is always there when they need it . . . What ever feeling they have, they can use the guitar to express what they feel. Some song sucessful song writer use the guitar to make inspiring and beautiful music. We can say that the guitar is one of the most known instrument in the world. Alot of people can use and olay the guitar. But fsome became famous by playing it. As for me playing the guitar relieves every single depression and stress. It comforts anyone when they need it specialy when they are feeling down every single music sang along with the guitar makes it easy to guess what the composer felt when he/she was writing the song whether it is sadness or happiness. The most known genre by the guitar is acoustic it is often fone by vocal and guitar only it gives alot of good vibes to many people listening to it, javing total peace and a good piece of mind a guitar is a friend and a family we can treat to be with us everytime we need a little relaxation and inspiration.

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story of haraya

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and I learned is what form of waveskasi I am not listening to you so I know him very learned and I also wonder how the wave of wave of weakly.pero strong and have a copy of the form of the wave but I sha understand

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at ang mga hindi ko natutunan ay yung form of waveskasi hindi ako nakikinig sa inyo kaya hindi ko siya masyadong natutunan at di ko rin po kung paano ang wave ng malakas at wave ng mahina.pero may kopya ako ng form of wave pero hindi ko sha maintindihan

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Gloria saw Mario and she was asking for some money to feed there children to Mario. Mario said that he have no money because he did something. Gloria didn't believe on what Mario said and said to tell the truth. When Mario answered it, Gloria was shocked on what she heard because Mario lost his job. Gloria asked Mario if how he lost his job and Mario answered it and Gloria was shocked again because Mario said that he lost his job because of an apple. Gloria said that how can he loose his job by just taking one not a dozen not a crate but one apple and Mario answered that he just saw it rolling and he found himself putting it in his bag because Tita would love to have it, and Mario told Gloria that there's no need to worry because he found a new job. Suddenly Pablo was there ruining the whole conversation and asked them if how is there daughter doing and he'll loan a few pesos to help there daughter and Gloria said that no thank you because Mario stopped depending on Pablo. Pablo said that Mario's new job was with Pablo and when Gloria heard it he told Mario that it's a bad doing and risky. But Mario didn't listen and walks away with Pablo and told Gloria not to worry because he will come back early morning and don't wait for him. Gloria cries and shouting Mario, while Tita was crying also because he heard the conversation.

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ang mundo ay isang bersyon ng mansanas tagalog

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A Walk to Remember Movie Poster A Walk to Remember (2002) Cast Mandy Moore as Jamie Sullivan Shane West as Landon Carter Daryl Hannah as Cynthia Carter Peter Coyote as Rev. Sullivan Lauren German as Belinda Clayne Crawford as Dean Directed by Adam Shankman Written by Karen Janszen Based on the novel by Nicholas Sparks Drama, Family, Romance Rated PG For Thematic Elements Language and Some Sensual Material 100 minutes Watch This Movie iTunes Netflix Mail Add_to_queue_mini_off Powered by GoWatchIt | Roger Ebert January 25, 2002 | Print Page "A Walk to Remember" is a love story so sweet, sincere and positive that it sneaks past the defenses built up in this age of irony. It tells the story of a romance between two 18-year-olds that is summarized when the boy tells the girl's doubtful father: "Jamie has faith in me. She makes me want to be different. Better." After all of the vulgar crudities of the typical modern teenage movie, here is one that looks closely, pays attention, sees that not all teenagers are as cretinous as Hollywood portrays them. The singer Mandy Moore, a natural beauty in both face and manner, stars as Jamie Sullivan, an outsider at school who is laughed at because she stands apart, has values, and always wears the same ratty blue sweater. Her father (Peter Coyote) is a local minister. Shane West plays Landon Carter, a senior boy who hangs with the popular crowd but is shaken when a stupid dare goes wrong and one of his friends is paralyzed in a diving accident. He dates a popular girl and joins in the laughter against Jamie. Then, as punishment for the prank, he is ordered by the principal to join the drama club: "You need to meet some new people." Jamie's in the club. He begins to notice her in a new way. He asks her to help him rehearse for a role in a play. She treats him with level honesty. She isn't one of those losers who skulks around feeling put upon; her self-esteem stands apart from the opinion of her peers. She's a smart, nice girl, a reminder that one of the pleasures of the movies is to meet good people. The plot has revelations that I will not reveal. Enough to focus on the way Jamie's serene example makes Landon into a nicer person--encourages him to become more sincere and serious, to win her where she approaches him while he's with his old friends and says, "See you tonight," and he says, "In your dreams." When he turns up at her house, she is hurt and angry, and his excuses sound lame even to him. The movie walks a fine line with the Peter Coyote character, whose church Landon attends. Movies have a way of stereotyping reactionary Bible-thumpers who are hostile to teen romance. There is a little of that here; Jamie is forbidden to date, for example, although there's more behind his decision than knee-jerk strictness. But when Landon goes to the Rev. Sullivan and asks him to have faith in him, the minister listens with an open mind. Yes, the movie is corny at times. But corniness is all right at times. I forgave the movie its broad emotion because it earned it. It lays things on a little thick at the end, but by then it had paid its way. Director Adam Shankman and his writer, Karen Janszen, working from the novel by Nicholas Sparks, have an unforced trust in the material that redeems, even justifies the broad strokes. They go wrong only three times: (1) The subplot involving the paralyzed boy should have either been dealt with, or dropped; (2) It's tiresome to make the black teenager use "brother" in every sentence, as if he is not their peer but was ported in from another world; (3) As Kuleshov proved more than 80 years ago in a famous experiment, when an audience sees an impassive closeup, it supplies the necessary emotion from the context. It can be fatal for an actor to try to "act" in a closeup, and Landon's little smile at the end is a distraction at a crucial moment. Those are small flaws in a touching movie. The performances by Moore and West are so quietly convincing we're reminded that many teenagers in movies seem to think like 30-year-old standup comics. That Jamie and Landon base their romance on values and respect will blindside some viewers of the film, especially since the first five or 10 minutes seem to be headed down a familiar teenage movie trail. "A Walk to Remember" is a small treasure.

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isang maglakad sa tandaan buod ng pelikula

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While still in the grade school, his mother used to tell him to be a priest, to dignify and ameliorate their state of life; but the father would vehemently counter, no, he should be a lawyer. As always during the eve of the fiesta, Celedonio G. Aguilar earnestly desire to watch the parade with deep interest and enthusiasm especially when the platoon of soldiers march by and roiled in his mind the well-mannered discipline and dignity of mien of the soldiers, that someday, he thought and figured himself to be one of them. So when he enrolled at the Albay High School, after his academic classes, posthaste he would scurry out to his custodial concern, joined the formation of the preparatory military training activities. Through the years he rose from the ranks to become battalion commander. It was October, during his senior year in school that he hide down to the military camp to take the Philippine Military Academy Examination, but the Japanese Imperial forces landed at legazpi on December 14, 1941 thus throwing his ambition to be a soldier to the winds. However during the Japanese occupation, he joined the guerilla movement (NOMETA) Noli Me Tangere Guerilla as 2nd Lieutenant. He was enraptured with much interest when the American Force landed at legazpi on april 1, 1945. And NOMETA unit became 1st. Battalion of Sandico’s 52nd Division Guerilla Unit was re – entrenched to a company and merge to first Regiment Bicol Brigade that include him in the activated regular force of the Philippine Army as First class Private. Utterly disgusted he resigned from the army and applied to teach in the District of camalig as a substitute teacher. After a year of teaching, he became a temporary teacher and was appointed head teacher at Del Rosario Public School. Three years after classroom work, he resigned to pursue a degree in education and Graduated in 1951 at the National University, Manila. He first taught at Libon Private High School, after a year, transferred to St. John’s Academy in Camalig where his former student, Mrs. Minda Grageda Muñoz in their St. John’s Academy Golden Anniversary Souvenir booklet, In Retrospect elucidated; “Mr. Aguilar is a tall respectable man, eloquent and dedicated English instructor. We were all eyes and ears for him when he’s in front of the class, listening intently and spellbound to his interesting lecture. He was forthright and his dignified stature demanded respect.” In the same booklet, Reminiscing Our High School days with our Mentors, Mrs. Josefina Nuas Ramos averred, “Mr. Aguilar was our English teacher. He spoke English fluently. He developed our interest in reading literature and novels. He is a writer. Some of his books are: Shaken Shadows, Time and Sunken Sun, This Season and Night, Pink Sun and Neutral Dust, Readings in Philippine Literature, Speaking and Writing English, Critiques on Poetry, Understanding Poetry through imagery, Thesis Writing Made Easy, Functional Research Techniques, Dimensions in Reading, and Before the Tide Sets In.” Then the Civil Sevice Commission, in a letter, ordered him to report to Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School to teach English, non – compliance will be tantamount to scrapping out his civil service eligibility. Banners in The Quill, student publication of Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School, that new teacher added to MORMS Teaching Force,”one of them was MR. Aguilar of Camalig, Albay who had his first feel of teaching in 1945 when he accepted a teaching position in a barrio elementary school in the District of Camalig. But three years teaching in the elementary, resigned to enroll at National University, where in 1951 obtained his Bachelor of Science degree in Educational major in English and minor in history. He taught for five years at St. John’s Academy. During summer enrolled at U.P. for masteral degree.” He enjoyed immensely his secondary teaching adventure. Especially his literature teaching which spurred in him for more writing for publication in the national magazines: This Week Magazine, Free Press, Sunday Times Magazine, Graphic, Solidarity, etc. Through the suggestion of Bienvenido N. Santos, he organized Albay Writers with membership officials as: Dr. Rodrigo Salazar, Valdemar Olaguer, Jose Ravalo, Vic O. Ballesfin, and 15 other budding writers of Albay with Celedonio G. Aguilar as President and Bienvinido Santos as Adviser. At one instance, through Santos, N.V.M. Gonzales was guest speaker of the group along with Hilario Francia and Petronilo Daroy. To cap it all, he was elected President of the Albay Secondary Teachers Association which perhaps paved the way for his selection for the Master of Art in Teaching Reading Scholarship at the University of the Philippines. In the Class 76 reunion at MORMS of which Dr. Susan Princesa Mallonga was the President presented to him a certificate, which states: “Class 76”presents this certificate of Appreciation to Mr. Celedonio G. Aguilar for his demonstrated patience, hard work and dedication in molding our young minds in the pursuit of our secondary education, most of all, giving us the foundation in academic excellence, and teaching us values of honesty, diligence, sincerity and humility,” After enjoying the DECS scholarships, he was promoted to Junior College Instructor and assigned to School for Philippine a Craftsmen, Polangui, Albay. In The Craftlet official student publication of School for Philippine Craftsmen, in Campus Tidbits by June Ailes where she spot lighted and enunciated campus personalities, she articulated on Mr. Aguilar as “our beloved English instructor and his being very energetic to drill us in writing as if he was ink in his veins, for he has several collection of poetry which he considers his vice: together with his scholarships at U.P. and Silliman University. Indeed how lucky we are to be our instructor.” On School visitation of the Regional Director at SPC observing teachers, he spotted Mr. Aguilar for promotion to Regional General Education Supervisor, at which instance, he devoted his time after office hours to teaching at Bicol College and then to Divine Word College of Legazpi. Then retired from the government service. Outrightly, Bicol College took him to be Dean of the College of Education with only secondary teaching as the course offered. So he formalized the opening of the elementary grades in preparation for the opening of Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education (BSEed). At point and time, Mr. Manuel T. Javier, Bicol College Faculty and Adviser of Bicol Collegian, Student Publication of the School, wrote a feature which said: If the Colossus of Rhodes has been one wonders of the world in the days of antiquity, it has its equal in our present time at our school at that. We are referring to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar as the mighty colossus. Aside from being Dean of the College of Education, he is also Secretary of the Graduate School, twin positions enough to stymie the most intrepid of men, but not this titan. He savors these burdens with gusto. His student is the living witness to his pedagogical virtuosity. They would swear to high heaven how this man could change adrab classroom into exciting arena of intellectual combat where educational myths and heresies are blasted and intellectual pursuits are probed and defend.” Eventually a year after, he became the Dean of the Graduated School. As Dean of the Graduate School, he worked for the opening of the doctoral program subsequently a year later, through the help of his friend in the Higher Education Division, Manila, its recognition, a help exerted to boost Bicol College’s headway to educational permanence. But resigned later on when University of Santo Thomas called him for interview in connection to his application to teach at that school. But Fr. Reyes, President of Divine Word College of Legazpi and was to be promoted to higher position in Manila, sweet talked him to teach rather the King Seminary in Quezon City, which he accepted. He only taught half – day at the Seminary which gave him ample time for research, and call to mind, the dearth of specific books for the subject he taught in college, such as Philippine Literature, so Readings in Philippines Literature was written, Grammar and Composition, for Speaking and writing English, literary Criticism, for Critiques on Poetry, Poetry and Drama, for Understanding Poetry through Imagery, and for Graduate Students, Thesis Writing Made Easy, and Functional Research Techniques, for teacher and would be teacher, Dimension in Reading and Before the Tide Sets In. He also included in foreign and local anthologies: World Poetry by Kim Young Sam (Korea), East – West Voices by Dr. V.S. Skanda Prasad, (Mangalore, India), Edicao Commemorativo by Wilson Oliviera Jasa, (Sao Paulo, Brazil), and National Library of Poetry: Walk Through Paradise 1995, Portraits of Life 1996, Owing Mills, Maryland, USA, Bicol Voice Anthology by Merito B. Espinas, Bicol of the Philippines by Lilia Realubit, Ani by Cultural Center of the Philippines, Palihan by U.P. Creative Writing Center. On the outset of June, a letter from Mayor’s Office, requested all occupational pursuits an Camalig to submit their Bio – Data emphasizing their significant accomplishments in their chosen job career, such as: Civic Action Movement, business enterprises, inventions, constructions, mentors to take from classroom teacher, principals, (district, division, regional) supervisors, college professors, and Deans of schools who are legitimate Camaligueños. In view of his teaching feat, scholarship, written books that benefited college and graduates students throughout the country and his Doctor of Education degree from Bicol University, prompted the award as outstanding Camaligueños in the field of EDUCATION (along with other professional pursuits) June 24, 2005 camalig’s town fiesta by the Camalig Council on Arts, Culture and Tourism to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar. Apathetically he muttered, if only there is a school who would avail of his expertise on the subjects corresponding to his written books, he is still willing to teach, for teaching to him is a life time endeavor, not anymore for remuneration, with life and Comfort, but to deciminate and share the knowledge he has learned from his scholarships by the DECS in Master of Arts in Teaching Reading at U.P. Diliman, QC, Master of fine Art in Creative Writing a Silliman University under the Tiempos (Edilberto and Edith) and William Sweet, Master of Arts in Educational Management.

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kombertidorWhile still in the grade school, his mother used to tell him to be a priest, to dignify and ameliorate their state of life; but the father would vehemently counter, no, he should be a lawyer. As always during the eve of the fiesta, Celedonio G. Aguilar earnestly desire to watch the parade with deep interest and enthusiasm especially when the platoon of soldiers march by and roiled in his mind the well-mannered discipline and dignity of mien of the soldiers, that someday, he thought and figured himself to be one of them. So when he enrolled at the Albay High School, after his academic classes, posthaste he would scurry out to his custodial concern, joined the formation of the preparatory military training activities. Through the years he rose from the ranks to become battalion commander. It was October, during his senior year in school that he hide down to the military camp to take the Philippine Military Academy Examination, but the Japanese Imperial forces landed at legazpi on December 14, 1941 thus throwing his ambition to be a soldier to the winds. However during the Japanese occupation, he joined the guerilla movement (NOMETA) Noli Me Tangere Guerilla as 2nd Lieutenant. He was enraptured with much interest when the American Force landed at legazpi on april 1, 1945. And NOMETA unit became 1st. Battalion of Sandico’s 52nd Division Guerilla Unit was re – entrenched to a company and merge to first Regiment Bicol Brigade that include him in the activated regular force of the Philippine Army as First class Private. Utterly disgusted he resigned from the army and applied to teach in the District of camalig as a substitute teacher. After a year of teaching, he became a temporary teacher and was appointed head teacher at Del Rosario Public School. Three years after classroom work, he resigned to pursue a degree in education and Graduated in 1951 at the National University, Manila. He first taught at Libon Private High School, after a year, transferred to St. John’s Academy in Camalig where his former student, Mrs. Minda Grageda Muñoz in their St. John’s Academy Golden Anniversary Souvenir booklet, In Retrospect elucidated; “Mr. Aguilar is a tall respectable man, eloquent and dedicated English instructor. We were all eyes and ears for him when he’s in front of the class, listening intently and spellbound to his interesting lecture. He was forthright and his dignified stature demanded respect.” In the same booklet, Reminiscing Our High School days with our Mentors, Mrs. Josefina Nuas Ramos averred, “Mr. Aguilar was our English teacher. He spoke English fluently. He developed our interest in reading literature and novels. He is a writer. Some of his books are: Shaken Shadows, Time and Sunken Sun, This Season and Night, Pink Sun and Neutral Dust, Readings in Philippine Literature, Speaking and Writing English, Critiques on Poetry, Understanding Poetry through imagery, Thesis Writing Made Easy, Functional Research Techniques, Dimensions in Reading, and Before the Tide Sets In.” Then the Civil Sevice Commission, in a letter, ordered him to report to Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School to teach English, non – compliance will be tantamount to scrapping out his civil service eligibility. Banners in The Quill, student publication of Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School, that new teacher added to MORMS Teaching Force,”one of them was MR. Aguilar of Camalig, Albay who had his first feel of teaching in 1945 when he accepted a teaching position in a barrio elementary school in the District of Camalig. But three years teaching in the elementary, resigned to enroll at National University, where in 1951 obtained his Bachelor of Science degree in Educational major in English and minor in history. He taught for five years at St. John’s Academy. During summer enrolled at U.P. for masteral degree.” He enjoyed immensely his secondary teaching adventure. Especially his literature teaching which spurred in him for more writing for publication in the national magazines: This Week Magazine, Free Press, Sunday Times Magazine, Graphic, Solidarity, etc. Through the suggestion of Bienvenido N. Santos, he organized Albay Writers with membership officials as: Dr. Rodrigo Salazar, Valdemar Olaguer, Jose Ravalo, Vic O. Ballesfin, and 15 other budding writers of Albay with Celedonio G. Aguilar as President and Bienvinido Santos as Adviser. At one instance, through Santos, N.V.M. Gonzales was guest speaker of the group along with Hilario Francia and Petronilo Daroy. To cap it all, he was elected President of the Albay Secondary Teachers Association which perhaps paved the way for his selection for the Master of Art in Teaching Reading Scholarship at the University of the Philippines. In the Class 76 reunion at MORMS of which Dr. Susan Princesa Mallonga was the President presented to him a certificate, which states: “Class 76”presents this certificate of Appreciation to Mr. Celedonio G. Aguilar for his demonstrated patience, hard work and dedication in molding our young minds in the pursuit of our secondary education, most of all, giving us the foundation in academic excellence, and teaching us values of honesty, diligence, sincerity and humility,” After enjoying the DECS scholarships, he was promoted to Junior College Instructor and assigned to School for Philippine a Craftsmen, Polangui, Albay. In The Craftlet official student publication of School for Philippine Craftsmen, in Campus Tidbits by June Ailes where she spot lighted and enunciated campus personalities, she articulated on Mr. Aguilar as “our beloved English instructor and his being very energetic to drill us in writing as if he was ink in his veins, for he has several collection of poetry which he considers his vice: together with his scholarships at U.P. and Silliman University. Indeed how lucky we are to be our instructor.” On School visitation of the Regional Director at SPC observing teachers, he spotted Mr. Aguilar for promotion to Regional General Education Supervisor, at which instance, he devoted his time after office hours to teaching at Bicol College and then to Divine Word College of Legazpi. Then retired from the government service. Outrightly, Bicol College took him to be Dean of the College of Education with only secondary teaching as the course offered. So he formalized the opening of the elementary grades in preparation for the opening of Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education (BSEed). At point and time, Mr. Manuel T. Javier, Bicol College Faculty and Adviser of Bicol Collegian, Student Publication of the School, wrote a feature which said: If the Colossus of Rhodes has been one wonders of the world in the days of antiquity, it has its equal in our present time at our school at that. We are referring to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar as the mighty colossus. Aside from being Dean of the College of Education, he is also Secretary of the Graduate School, twin positions enough to stymie the most intrepid of men, but not this titan. He savors these burdens with gusto. His student is the living witness to his pedagogical virtuosity. They would swear to high heaven how this man could change adrab classroom into exciting arena of intellectual combat where educational myths and heresies are blasted and intellectual pursuits are probed and defend.” Eventually a year after, he became the Dean of the Graduated School. As Dean of the Graduate School, he worked for the opening of the doctoral program subsequently a year later, through the help of his friend in the Higher Education Division, Manila, its recognition, a help exerted to boost Bicol College’s headway to educational permanence. But resigned later on when University of Santo Thomas called him for interview in connection to his application to teach at that school. But Fr. Reyes, President of Divine Word College of Legazpi and was to be promoted to higher position in Manila, sweet talked him to teach rather the King Seminary in Quezon City, which he accepted. He only taught half – day at the Seminary which gave him ample time for research, and call to mind, the dearth of specific books for the subject he taught in college, such as Philippine Literature, so Readings in Philippines Literature was written, Grammar and Composition, for Speaking and writing English, literary Criticism, for Critiques on Poetry, Poetry and Drama, for Understanding Poetry through Imagery, and for Graduate Students, Thesis Writing Made Easy, and Functional Research Techniques, for teacher and would be teacher, Dimension in Reading and Before the Tide Sets In. He also included in foreign and local anthologies: World Poetry by Kim Young Sam (Korea), East – West Voices by Dr. V.S. Skanda Prasad, (Mangalore, India), Edicao Commemorativo by Wilson Oliviera Jasa, (Sao Paulo, Brazil), and National Library of Poetry: Walk Through Paradise 1995, Portraits of Life 1996, Owing Mills, Maryland, USA, Bicol Voice Anthology by Merito B. Espinas, Bicol of the Philippines by Lilia Realubit, Ani by Cultural Center of the Philippines, Palihan by U.P. Creative Writing Center. On the outset of June, a letter from Mayor’s Office, requested all occupational pursuits an Camalig to submit their Bio – Data emphasizing their significant accomplishments in their chosen job career, such as: Civic Action Movement, business enterprises, inventions, constructions, mentors to take from classroom teacher, principals, (district, division, regional) supervisors, college professors, and Deans of schools who are legitimate Camaligueños. In view of his teaching feat, scholarship, written books that benefited college and graduates students throughout the country and his Doctor of Education degree from Bicol University, prompted the award as outstanding Camaligueños in the field of EDUCATION (along with other professional pursuits) June 24, 2005 camalig’s town fiesta by the Camalig Council on Arts, Culture and Tourism to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar. Apathetically he muttered, if only there is a school who would avail of his expertise on the subjects corresponding to his written books, he is still willing to teach, for teaching to him is a life time endeavor, not anymore for remuneration, with life and Comfort, but to deciminate and share the knowledge he has learned from his scholarships by the DECS in Master of Arts in Teaching Reading at U.P. Diliman, QC, Master of fine Art in Creative Writing a Silliman University under the Tiempos (Edilberto and Edith) and William Sweet, Master of Arts in Educational Management.

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