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I kept thinking

Tagalo

napapa isip tuloy ako

Última atualização: 2020-01-12
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Inglês

I kept stammering.

Tagalo

Nauutal ako.

Última atualização: 2016-10-27
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Inglês

i kept your promise

Tagalo

panatilihin ang iyong mga pangako

Última atualização: 2017-06-15
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I thank God that I kept her and delivered her to a penalty applied to the Nephilim

Tagalo

nagpapasalamat ako sa Diyos Ama, na ako'y kanyang iningatan at iniligtas sa isang kaparusahan kanyang inilapat sa mga Nephilim

Última atualização: 2017-07-11
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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

Tagalo

kalayaan sa pagpili

Última atualização: 2020-02-14
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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.

Tagalo

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog

Última atualização: 2020-02-01
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Students' Life Testimonials, Success Stories & Galleries HomeStudents' LifeTestimonialsA Tribute to Parents Testimonials A Tribute to Parents Published: Monday, 18 May 2015 13:46 Maizel Ann V. Ontanillas Culinary Arts Intensive - 9 This world has many heroes, most of it we know by name. They give their best at what they do, so they deserve their fame. But among all those heroes this world has ever had, there are two more people that we can’t forget to mention and that is our mom and dad, mama and papa, nanay and tatay, ermats and erpats and whatever we may call them, when we hear the word HERO and the great things they have done, it will always remind us of our parents because they are our greatest one. Thinking back on all of the times we have let you down, those wrong turns and bad decisions that we had, it would be no surprise if we have those seats empty, and yet you guys are still here, with great big smiles and looking so proud of what we, your children, have achieved. You were right beside us, lifting our heads up on times that we are down. You scolded us on times that we needed to be scolded and we totally understand that you only did that because you only want what’s best for us. Your sacrifices to raise us to who we are now, faithful prayers and a lot of patience gave us stepping stones to reach our goals. You saw us as who we were to become and did not limit us to just what could have been. You guys supported us as we open our wings so we can fly and reach our dreams. You, our parents, invested in us – financially, emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually and in every way that you can pour yourselves to us. Your love for us is truly immeasurable and we will be forever grateful for your love. I can still remember when I am still a baby, my mother can’t figure out why I kept on crying despite giving every attention I needed, very worried she approached my father and told him about my situation, as my father, he is also worried about why I won’t stop on crying, so they both decided to bring to the nearest hospital, before civilization is still not as high tech as now, my father have to fill up gas in our old car through blowing the pump up and transfer it to the gas tank as the gas reaches almost top of the hose and because of my nonstop crying, my father panicked and accidentally drank gasoline, imagine my father drinking gasoline just because of his crying child who just wants to be cradled to sleep? To my father, thank you so much for being my father, I am blessed to have you in my life ‘tay, thank you for all the sacrifices you have given to our family, we may not talk that much as I am growing and I may not tell you this often, but let me have this opportunity to tell you this in front of all the people here, you will always be my number one superhero tatay, thank you for everything, I Love You. And every superhero needs a partner right? Way back my younger years, I will never forget that moments me and my mother had every summer, in our little bahay kubo in Don Carlos, Bukidnon, my supermom would teach me basic things that I needed to learn like washing dishes, cleaning and most of all our bonding during cooking time – I guess from there on, I had this inspiration in me to proceed Culinary. We may argue at times, and I can be so demanding yet your patience and understanding for me is still 100 and 10 percent, I failed many times at my subjects in Nursing School but still you and tatay supported me and even told me as I am losing hope in graduating nursing “retake lang gud sa subject nak, di bitaw na mudagan and skwelahan, ang importante makahuman ka kay mao ragyud na among maipa-mana sa imoha” I kept those words on my mind that I shouldn’t give up that easy because even my parents won’t give on me and who would have known, I can finish two courses in my lifetime? Because I was inspired to aim high in life. To my superhero mother, Thank you for bearing the pain of child birth and bringing me up in this world and thank you for your endless support to me and my dreams. I Love you Nanay. And to all the parents here; thank you for guiding us, training us and shaping us to what we have become now. Your seeds of encouragement have been planted and grown. Thank you for your consistent faithfulness to us. As we close this door and open another, a big thank you for all your hard work, discipline and love. Your prayers and presence in our lives made us of what we are now, ACHIEVERS. And we salute you, our mighty and wonderful heroes, our mother and father. Thank you and Good Afternoon! Other Testimonials Chef Instructor Hannah Lei Tiro Sarah Graduation Speech A Tribute to Parents A Tribute by Marinella Pagalan A Tribute by Marco Macapayad An Inspirational Message A Tribute by Candice Maureen M. Riconalla Success Stories Chef Agnes Cover Now that she’s an up-and-coming Chef Entrepreneur in the Industry with her newly opened Bistro ... READ MORE ... Video Gallery gallery cover A video library of our various events in and out of campus. WATCH Students In Action gallery cover A photo gallery of various campus and student activities. 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Tagalo

pagkilala sa mga magulang ng mensahe

Última atualização: 2019-03-18
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