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travel is not a matter of money but of courage
tagalog

a secure walk is not a matter of clever politics
ligtas ang kaligtasan

life is a matter of choice as long as you are happy
ang buhay ay isang bagay ng pagpili

life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make makes you
ang buhay ay isang bagay ng pagpili

life is a matter of choice and every choice you nake makes you
ang buhay ay isang bagay na pinili

destiny is a matter of choices not a chance
ang kapalaran ng tao ay siya mismong gumagawa nito, hindi ito isang swerte

i know life is not a movie but your still the best part
i know life is not a movie but you're still the best part

it is an act or grace and the recipient is not untitled to it as a matter of right not
usapin ng karapatan

it is not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving. it’s only natural that we will care about this and not so much about that, and that’s ok. it should not be simply a matter of choosing the right thing, but also a matter of choosing what is right for us.
it is not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving. it’s only natural that we will care about this and not so much about that, and that’s ok. it should not be simply a matter of choosing the right thing, but also a matter of choosing what is right for us. it is not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving. it’s only natural that we will care about this and not so much about that, and that’s ok. it should not be simply a matter of choosing the right thing, but also a matter of choosing what is right for us.

1st goal is to determine whether a crime has been committed. of course you need to know if a crime record has occurred. it is not just a matter of immediately releasing an event that is not being studied. we don't know if it was just an accident
1st goal is to determine whether a crime has been committed. syempre kailangan malaman kung may nangyari talangang krimen. hindi naman basta basta na mag lalabas agad ng pangyayari na hindi naman pinag aaralan. hindi natin alam baka accident lang ang ng yari

my dream in life is to finish my studies here at gigaquit national highschool and get to college. for me though i am not very good at class but it is not a barrier to reach my dream in life i will do everything for my dreams to come true no matter how destitute we are in life but i will work hard to achieve the things i want to reach and achieve to be a soldier.more importantly i have to be courageous in every sub
ang pangarap ko sa buhay ay ang makapagtapos ng aking pag aaral dito sa gigaquit national highschool at makapag kolehiyo. para sa akin kahit hindi ako masyadong magaling sa klasi ngunit hindi ito hadlang para maabot ang aking pangarap sa buhay gagawin ko ang lahat para saikakatupad na aking mga pangarap salat man kami sa buhay pero magsusumikap ako para makamit ko ang mga bagay na gusto kong maabot at makamtan na maging isang sundalo.higit sa lahat kailangan kong maging matapang sa bawat pagsubok ng akung na tatahakin at na way gabayan ako ng ating poong may kapal sa lahat ng aking pangarap

happiness consists primarily not in pleasure, but in ethical pleasure; the good life is not a life in which all or most of one’s desires are fulfilled, but a life in which the satisfaction of prudential desires is subject to the constraint of ethical desire; the source of the greatest happiness lies not in the attainment of the greatest political power, but rather in the cognizance of one’s moral innocence
ang kaligayahan ay pangunahing binubuo hindi sa kasiyahan, ngunit sa kasiyahan sa etika; ang mabuting buhay ay hindi isang buhay kung saan natutupad ang lahat o ang karamihan sa mga hinahangad, ngunit isang buhay kung saan ang kasiyahan ng mga mahinahon na pagnanasa ay napapailalim sa pagpigil ng etikal na pagnanasa; ang mapagkukunan ng pinakadakilang kaligayahan ay hindi nakasalalay sa pagkakamit ng pinakadakilang kapangyarihang pampulitika, ngunit sa pagkakilala ng isang moral na inosente ng isang tao

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
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