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mindset is what seperates the best from the rest
mindset is what separates the best from the rest
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at heart is what is good
ang sarap sa puso
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mindset is what separates the best from the rest
collecting bisexual friend
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don't be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.
don't be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.
Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-09-29
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life is like a camera, focus on what's important capture the good times develop from the negatives
ang buhay ay parang kamera, pokus sa kung ano ang mahalaga
Ultimo aggiornamento 2024-10-27
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feel the good vibes coming from the sea and release the bad vibes that you feel
feel the good vibes coming from the sea and release the bad vibes that you feels
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people who are good from the heart will always be rough at speaking out
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people who are good from the heart will always be rough at speaking out
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marketing channel consists of the people, organizations, and activities necessary to transfer the ownership of goods from the point of production to the help of consumption
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i am doing my duty as a leader for the good of all, i have also been warned many times by the property manager because of the simple lapses of my guards, there you will hear bad words from the property manager in front of my fellow supervisor and admin staffs while we are in dcm.
kong ginagawa ang obligasyon ko bilang isang pinono para sa ikabubuti ng lahat, maraming beses din akong napagsabihan ng property manager dahil sa nga simple lapses ng guards ko, andoon na yong makakarinig ka ng di magandang salita galing sa property manager sa harap ng kapwa ko supervisor at admin staffs habang nasa dcm kami.
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“life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.”“life is like a camera. focus on the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t work out, take another shot.”
• ang buhay ay konstelasyon ng aspirasyon. tulad ng mga bituin na gumagabay sa atin, ang ating mga pangarap ay nagliliwanag sa landas sa malawak na uniberso ng buhay.• ang buhay ay isang library ng mga aralin. tulad ng isang koleksyon ng mga kuwento, ang aming mga karanasan ay nagiging karunungan na gumagabay sa aming patuloy na kuwento.
Ultimo aggiornamento 2024-10-01
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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.
isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog
Ultimo aggiornamento 2020-02-01
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