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a time to laugh, a time to cry ,

Tagalog

isang oras upang tumawa, oras na umiyak,

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a time to see, a time to reminisce,

Tagalog

isang oras upang makita, isang oras upang maalala,

Last Update: 2019-11-18
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there is a time to speak and a time to be silent.

Tagalog

may oras na magsalita at oras na tumahimik.

Last Update: 2014-02-01
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have a time to laugh

Tagalog

may oras para tumawa

Last Update: 2021-05-30
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there’s a timr to be nice and there’s a time to say i have enough of your bullshit

Tagalog

there 's a timr to be nice and there' s a time to say i have enough of your bullshit

Last Update: 2022-03-19
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a solar eclipse is a time to focus on internal change. the sun represents our focus on our most personal desires, goals and our external self. ... a solar eclipse provokes changes that are more external when events outside of us might get in the way of what we want and the path we must take to get there.

Tagalog

a solar eclipse is a time to focus on internal change. the sun represents our focus on our most personal desires, goals and our external self. ... a solar eclipse provokes changes that are more external when events outside of us might get in the way of what we want and the path we must take to get there.

Last Update: 2021-03-06
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i am a very quick study and use my free time to further my skills and research hair techniques. i am great with time management, have a lot of customer service experience and a strong work ethic. i am passionate about all things "hair" but my true love is in hairstyling and updo's

Tagalog

pakikipanayam

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i am a very quick study and use my free time to further my skills and research hair techniques. i am great with time management, have a lot of customer service experience and a strong work ethic. i am passionate about all things "hair" but my true love is in hairstyling and updo's

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pakikipanayam

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i am a very quick study and use my free time to further my skills and research hair techniques. i am great with time management, have a lot of customer service experience and a strong work ethic. i am passionate about all things "hair" but my true love is in hairstyling and updo's

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pakikipanayam

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i am a very quick study and use my free time to further my skills and research hair techniques. i am great with time management, have a lot of customer service experience and a strong work ethic. i am passionate about all things "hair" but my true love is in hairstyling and updo's

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pakikipanayam

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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.

Tagalog

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog

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halloween night will be full of horror if bare bones theatre group have anything to do with it. they're putting on a ghoulish performance at linford wood.the evening will feature a mixture of myth, local history and a few ghost taking linford wood back to a time of magical charcters, stange creatures and night marish tales.

Tagalog

ang halloween night ay magiging puno ng katatakutan kung ang bare bones theater group ay may kinalaman dito. they're putting on a ghoulish performance at linford wood.the evening will feature a mixture of myth, local history and a few ghost taking linford wood back to a time of magical charcters, stange creatures and night marish tales.

Last Update: 2022-03-10
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i stepped outside. it had rained all day, and i could feel the moisture in the air. for some reason, i’d always loved thunderstorms. they reminded me of nights from my childhood when my family would gather on the porch, blanketed by the safety of our house, watching the violent swirl of rain and lightning rip through the neighborhood from what seemed like a far distance. we were right in the thick of the chaos, but it didn’t feel like it. all 6 of us would stand together, silent, in awe of the powerful and destructive force of nature unfolding before our eyes, invoking a sense of peace and calm within each of us. i walked into the parking lot, heading towards my car. the air smelled like rain and it brought back that same sense of peace and calm i used to have. i felt happy. it was my second time visiting this new friend in this new town. i had parked in the same spot as last time. as i approached my parking spot, something was off. a brief moment passed that felt longer than it should have felt. i looked around, as if to second-guess the fact that i was standing here, in this spot, right now. it was gone. disappeared. my stomach dropped. a thing that i had so clearly owned had vanished. my own possession, which i had worked for and paid for, which had carried me on multiple journeys across the country, which is uniquely part of my story and mine alone, had been ripped away from me. as soon as i gained proper functioning of my senses, i concluded that one of two things had happened. either someone had broken the window, hot wired my car and driven off, or some vulture towed it as part of his job description. i’m a big believer in not over-complicating things, so i assumed the more reasonable latter. my fists were tightly clenched. i paced around with an air of haste. my sense of peace and calm had transformed in a matter of moments. i’d been in this situation before, so it wasn’t confusion that i felt. i couldn’t quite put my finger on it. i found the sign i was unconsciously looking for, and dialed the number, almost automatically. “what kind of car is it?…uhhh…yeah i’m pretty sure we have it…well i dunno for sure, i haven’t seen it…they’re closed…monday at 8:30 am………i’m in georgia, bud…8:30 monday…” i felt as if i was chained to a wall. i had nothing but my words with which to fight for what was rightfully mine, and my words didn’t matter. they shattered like sugar glass against the structure that had been imposed by some faceless voice on the phone, utterly out of my reach. if i screamed, i felt as if the sound would fade to silence no more than 2 inches from my face, reaching nobody. i felt helpless. i started walking. it was still wet. the moisture in the air felt sticky and gross. … i saw my apartment, but kept walking. i was heading for the tow company lot. initially i didn’t realize i had made up my mind, but my quickened pace told me everything i needed to know. i was not going to let somebody impose their own structure on me. i decided to take control of the situation. i was in charge of my own freedom and i wouldn’t let anybody take that away from me. it was a 30 minute walk to the lot, so i had some time to devise my plan. there would probably be fences, and they would probably be locked up with a chain. i could climb over the fence no problem; i had done so many times before. i had my snowboard and a bag of winter clothes in my car since i hadn’t fully moved into my new place yet. in that bag was a ski mask, so i could conceal my face in the likely event that i was caught on a security camera. my license plates were attached to my old address, halfway across the country. i would be difficult to locate. the towing company was a small local company, so i assumed they didn’t have enough disposable resources to justify fighting a legal battle over a lost tow fee. i needed to register my car in my new state anyways, which i would do first thing that week. that way the license plate they had on file would no longer be valid. i was betting on the fact that pursuing me would be too much of a cost to be worth it. i also had a set of pliers in my car, which i would use to loosen the chain. this might take some work, but it could be done. once the chain was loosened, it was a matter of busting through the fence. i would just need to pick up enough speed. my jeep could take the hit, no problem. i had arrived. it was time to make the move. i jumped the fence easily and stealthily made my way to my car. i opened it up, located my ski mask, put it on, and grabbed the pliers. my heart was pounding. i ran over to the fence. the chain was thicker than i had imagined. i worked on it. i found the weak spot and tried to pry it open. it wouldn’t budge. i kept trying. i must have been working at it for 30 minutes. i looked at my watch and less than 5 minutes had passed. i stuck with it. after 10 minutes, i had noticeably chipped away at the metal. my hand was cramped. i switched hands and kept wor

Tagalog

kalayaan sa pagpili

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once upon a time, in a small village lived a young athletic boy. he was a very good runner. the boy was very hungry for success and for him winning was everything. he measured the success just by winning. one day, that boy participated in running competition held in village. a large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle. and, a wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, had travelled far to bear the witness also. in that competition he competed with other two little boys. the race commenced, looking like a level heat at the finishing line. the little boy sure enough called on his determination, power and strength, he took the winning line and came first. the crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at him. little boy felt proud and important. the wise man, however, remained still and calm, expressing no sentiment. later, a second race was called and in this race two new young and fit challengers came forward and run in competition with little boy. the race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first once again. crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the little boy. the wise man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. the little boy, however, again felt proud and more important. he started to plead, “another race…!! another race…!!” seeing this, the wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers. among new challengers one was an elderly frail old lady and other was a blind man. you may also like to read : motivational and inspirational short stories about life – the fisherman (story # 15) “what’s this??”, quizzed the little boy. “this is no race…!!”, he exclaimed. old wise man replied, “race…!!” after all were set on starting line. race started and boy was only one to finish that race, leaving two challengers standing at the starting line. the little boy was ecstatic and raised his arms in delight. but to his surprise this time no one from crowd was cheering. everyone was just looking at him silently, showing no sentiment. “what has happened?? why not do the people join in my success??,” little boy asked wise old man. life is a race motivational story with moral wise old man replied, “race again!! but, this time finish together, all three of you… must finish together” little boy thought for a while and then again went to starting line and stood in middle of frail old lady and the blind man. then he took both the challengers by the hand. the race began and the little boy started to walk slowly, ever so slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. this time at end of race crowd was delighted. they smiled, cheered and waved at the little boy. the wise old man smiled, gently nodding his head. little boy felt proud but still didn’t understand why crowd was not cheering him before, but now cheering when all three of them finished race together. he asked old man about it, “old man, i understand not! who are the crowd cheering for? which one of us three?” the wise old man looked into the little boy’s eyes, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders. he replied softly, “little boy, in this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever run before…!! you have won people’s respect. and, for this race crowd cheer not for any winner. they cheer to show the respect how you ran.” moral of the motivational story you see in life… your life. what are you running for? are you hungry for success? is winning the only measurement of success for you in your life? who are you running against?

Tagalog

lahi ng buhay

Last Update: 2021-09-01
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overview lyrics listen other recordings people also search for written in these walls are the stories that i can't explain i leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days she told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones it seems to me that when i die these words will be written on my stone and i'll be gone, gone tonight the ground beneath my feet is open wide the way that i been holdin' on too tight with nothing in between the story of my life, i take her home i drive all night to keep her warm and time is frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of) the story of my life, i give her hope i spend her love until she's broke inside the story of my life (the story of, the story of) written on these walls are the colors that i can't change leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage i know that in the morning now i see us in the light upon a hill although i am broken, my heart is untamed, still and i'll be gone, gone tonight the fire beneath my feet is burning bright the way that i've been holdin' on so tight with nothing in between the story of my life, i'll take her home i drive all night to keep her warm and time is frozen (the story of, the story of) the story of my life, i give her hope i spend her love until she's broke inside the story of my life (the story of, the story of) and i've been waiting for this time to come around but, baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds the story of my life i take her home i drive all night to keep her warm and time is frozen the story of my life, i give her hope (give her hope) i spend her love until she's broken inside the story of my life (the story of, the story of) the story of my life the story of my life (the story of, the story of) the story of my life

Tagalog

lyrics ng kwento ng buhay ko

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pygmalion and galatea pygmalion and galatea the story of pygmalion and galatea is found in greek mythology, and in the famous work "metamorphoses", by the great roman poet ovid. their love was so unique that it is difficult to define it. but from this legendary love story, one thing is clear, man can never love an inanimate object with as much passion as he loves a living, breathing being. love gives rise to desire and without this passion any love remains unfulfilled. pygmalion was a master sculptor in the ancient city of greece. all day he sculpted beautiful statues from huge pieces of rock. in fact, his creations were so wonderful that whoever saw them were mesmerised by their sheer artistic beauty and exact finish. pygmalion himself was a fine and handsome young man. he was liked by all men and women. many women loved him for his great skill and looks. but pygmalion never paid attention to any of these women. he saw so much to blame in women that he came at last to abhor the sex, and resolved to live unmarried. he was a sculptor, and with his with wonderful skill he sculpted a beautiful ivory statue which was so lifelike that it was difficult to believe that it was lifeless at the first glance. the beauty was such that no living woman could compete with it. it was indeed the perfect semblance of a maiden that seemed to be alive, and only prevented from moving by modesty. his art was so perfect that it concealed itself and its product looked like the workmanship of nature. pygmalion spent hours admiring his creation. by and by pygmalion's admiration for his own sculpture turned to love. oftentimes he laid his hand upon it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not, and could not, even then, believe that it was only ivory. he caressed it, and gave it such presents as young girls love - bright shells and polished stones, little birds and flowers of various hues, beads and amber. he adorned his ivory maiden with jewels. he put rainment on its limbs, and jewels on its fingers, and a necklace about its neck. to the ears he hung earrings and strings of pearls upon the breast. her dress became her, and she looked not less charming than when unattired. he laid her on a couch spread with cloths of tyrian dye, and called her his wife, and put her head upon a pillow of the softest feathers, as if she could enjoy their softness. he gave the statue a name: "galatea", meaning "sleeping love'. but what will be the consequence of falling in love with a lifeless ivory maiden? the festival of aphrodite was at hand - a festival celebrated with great pomp at cyprus. victims were offered, the altars smoked, and the odor of incense filled the air. when the festivities of aphrodite started, pygmalion took part in the ceremonies. he went to the temple of aphrodite to ask forgiveness for all the years he had shunned her. when pygmalion had performed his part in the solemnities, he hesitantly prayed for a wife like his ivory virgin statue. he stood before the altar of aphrodite and timidly said, "ye gods, who can do all things, give me, i pray you, for my wife" - he dared not utter "my ivory virgin," but said instead - "one like my ivory virgin." but goddess aphrodite understood what the poor man was trying to say. she was curious. how can a man love a lifeless thing so much? was it so beautiful that pygmalion fell in love with his own creation? so she visited the studio of the sculptor while he was away. what she saw greatly amazed her. for the sculpture had a perfect likeness to her. in fact, it would not have been wrong to say that the sculpture was an image of aphrodite herself. goddess aphrodite was charmed by pygmalion's creation. she brought the statue to life. when pygmalion returned to his home, he went before galatea and knelt down before the woman of his dreams. he looked at her lovingly, with a lover's ardour. it seemed to him that galatea was looking at her lovingly too. for a moment, it seemed to pygmalion that it was just a figment of his imagination. he rubbed his eyes and looked again. but no. there was no mistake this time. galatea was smiling at him. he laid his hand upon the limbs; the ivory felt soft to his touch and yielded to his fingers like the wax of hymettus. it seemed to be warm. he stood up; his mind oscillated between doubt and joy. fearing he may be mistaken, again and again with a lover's ardor he touches the object of his hopes. it was indeed alive! the veins when pressed yielded to the finger and again resumed their roundness. slowly it dawned on pygmalion that the animation of his sculpture was the result of his prayer to goddess aphrodite who knew his desire. at last, the votary of aphrodite found words to thank the goddess. pygmalion humbled himself at the goddess' feet. soon pygmalion and galatea were wed, and pygmalion never forgot to thank aphrodite for the gift she had given him. aphrodite blessed the nuptials she had formed, and this union between pygmalion and galatea produced a son named paphos, from whom the city paphos, sacred to aphrodite, received its name. he and galatea brought gifts to her temple throughout their life and aphrodite blessed them with happiness and love in return. the unusual love that blossomed between pygmalion and galatea enthralls all. falling in love with one's creation and then getting the desired object as wife- perhaps this was destined for pygmalion. even to this day, countless people and young lovers are mesmerized by this exceptional love that existed between two persons at a time when civilization was in its infancy.

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pygmalion sa galatea

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i am writing to express my interest for the position of recuritment assistant in your esteemed company. having recently obtained my bachelor’s degree in business administration major in human resources development management in the polytechnic university of the philippines (pup), i wish to bring my knowledge, skills, and commitment to excellence to your company’s innovative environment. as a business administration students, majoring in hr management, i’ve become equipped with the necessary knowledge that comes with the position including manpower recruitment, workforce organization, personnel training and compensation as well as legal provisions and other labor concerns. my internship at san miguel corporation also afforded me with the crucial skills to work with some of the best professionals in the recruitment and human resources industry. being a trainee has developed in me enthusiasm and a true passion for human resources and has subsequently convinced me that human resource management is my true calling. for additional details regarding my qualification and expertise, please review my attached resume. thank you for taking the time to consider this application and i look forward to hearing from you.

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ako ay nagtapos ng hrdm, tanggapin nyo ako dahil ako may natatanging kakayahan na sa inyong kompanya ay maibibigay.

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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 in wonderland tagalog story

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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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prince hamlet is depressed. having been summoned home to denmark from school in germany to attend his father's funeral, he is shocked to find his mother gertrude already remarried. the queen has wed hamlet's uncle claudius, the dead king's brother. to hamlet, the marriage is "foul incest." worse still, claudius has had himself crowned king despite the fact that hamlet was his father's heir to the throne. hamlet suspects foul play. when his father's ghost visits the castle, hamlet's suspicions are confirmed. the ghost complains that he is unable to rest in peace because he was murdered. claudius, says the ghost, poured poison in king hamlet's ear while the old king napped. unable to confess and find salvation, king hamlet is now consigned, for a time, to spend his days in purgatory and walk the earth by night. he entreats hamlet to avenge his death, but to spare gertrude, to let heaven decide her fate. hamlet vows to affect madness — puts "an antic disposition on" — to wear a mask that will enable him to observe the interactions in the castle, but finds himself more confused than ever. in his persistent confusion, he questions the ghost's trustworthiness. what if the ghost is not a true spirit, but rather an agent of the devil sent to tempt him? what if killing claudius results in hamlet's having to relive his memories for all eternity? hamlet agonizes over what he perceives as his cowardice because he cannot stop himself from thinking. words immobilize hamlet, but the world he lives in prizes action. in order to test the ghost's sincerity, hamlet enlists the help of a troupe of players who perform a play called the murder of gonzago to which hamlet has added scenes that recreate the murder the ghost described. hamlet calls the revised play the mousetrap, and the ploy proves a success. as hamlet had hoped, claudius' reaction to the staged murder reveals the king to be conscience-stricken. claudius leaves the room because he cannot breathe, and his vision is dimmed for want of light. convinced now that claudius is a villain, hamlet resolves to kill him. but, as hamlet observes, "conscience doth make cowards of us all." in his continued reluctance to dispatch claudius, hamlet actually causes six ancillary deaths. the first death belongs to polonius, whom hamlet stabs through a wallhanging as the old man spies on hamlet and gertrude in the queen's private chamber. claudius punishes hamlet for polonius' death by exiling him to england. he has brought hamlet's school chums rosencrantz and guildenstern to denmark from germany to spy on his nephew, and now he instructs them to deliver hamlet into the english king's hands for execution. hamlet discovers the plot and arranges for the hanging of rosencrantz and guildenstern instead. ophelia, distraught over her father's death and hamlet's behavior, drowns while singing sad love songs bemoaning the fate of a spurned lover. her brother, laertes, falls next. laertes, returned to denmark from france to avenge his father's death, witnesses ophelia's descent into madness. after her funeral, where he and hamlet come to blows over which of them loved ophelia best, laertes vows to punish hamlet for her death as well. unencumbered by words, laertes plots with claudius to kill hamlet. in the midst of the sword fight, however, laertes drops his poisoned sword. hamlet retrieves the sword and cuts laertes. the lethal poison kills laertes. before he dies, laertes tells hamlet that because hamlet has already been cut with the same sword, he too will shortly die. horatio diverts hamlet's attention from laertes for a moment by pointing out that "the queen falls." gertrude, believing that hamlet's hitting laertes means her son is winning the fencing match, has drunk a toast to her son from the poisoned cup claudius had intended for hamlet. the queen dies. as laertes lies dying, he confesses to hamlet his part in the plot and explains that gertrude's death lies on claudius' head. finally enraged, hamlet stabs claudius with the poisoned sword and then pours the last of the poisoned wine down the king's throat. before he dies, hamlet declares that the throne should now pass to prince fortinbras of norway, and he implores his true friend horatio to accurately explain the events that have led to the bloodbath at elsinore. with his last breath, he releases himself from the prison of his words: "the rest is silence." the play ends as prince fortinbras, in his first act as king of denmark, orders a funeral with full military honors for slain prince hamlet.v

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