Results for katutubong sining sa msep translation from Tagalog to English

katutubong sining sa msep
folk art msep

katutubong sining
folk art

katutubong sining sa cavite
folk art in cavite

katutubong sining ng iloilo
folk art of iloilo

katutubong sining at disenyo mula sa ifugao
folk arts and design from ifugao

paete laguna katutubong sining
folk art of paete laguna

katutubong sining at kahulugan sa southern luzon
folk arts and meanings in southern luzon

sining sa lipunan
social arts

katutubong sining ng mga taga tarlac
folk art of the people of tarlac

katutubong sining at disenyo ng luzon
folk arts and designs of luzon pangasinan

sining sa bayan ng zambales
art in the town of zambales

batsilyer ng sining sa pampolitikang agham
bachelor of arts in political science

isang mababang kwentong sining sa tagalog
a low art story in tagalog

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog
a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.

grade 1 aralin sa msep
grade 1 aralin sa msep

saan nagmula ang hugis sa msep
where did the shape in msep come from

ano ang kahulugan ng musika sa msep
ano ang kahulugan ng musika sa msep

nakita ko ang isang piraso ng sining sa dingding na nagsasabing
i saw a piece of wall art that says

aralin sa msep-ikaanim na baitang
grade 5 msep lessons

malaki ba ang ginagampanan ng sining sa kulturang pilipino? paano? bakit?
does art plays a big role in filipino culture? how? why?