tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467409497578363812024-03-05T21:34:44.801+08:00A Dose Of Orange InkOrange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-82440892639336025892019-07-20T12:56:00.000+08:002019-07-20T12:56:55.157+08:00Urgh! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What if that day, and everything in it, did not happen? What would my feelings at this moment be? </div>
Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-13772764656185179342019-07-18T22:49:00.000+08:002019-07-18T22:49:59.139+08:00Words = Pain<div style="text-align: center;">
Words matter</div>
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a lot...</div>
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And while nobody has the right to hurt you with poignant words</div>
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you will still get a dose of it from time to time.</div>
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Words hurt</div>
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could've been better left unsaid.</div>
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-25200721734759160812019-07-11T22:32:00.000+08:002019-07-11T22:32:55.333+08:00In The Name Of Everything That's Good<br />
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To be the best version of you, compete with yourself<br />
And do not think of out-running others.<br />
The world is cruel, life is unceasingly demanding.<br />
If to its norms you confide, you lose.<br />
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To find the truest form of happiness<br />
Find nothing on this Earth,<br />
Invest earnestly not in money<br />
But in moments that last a lifetime.<br />
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To see the beauty of life, look not at the person in the mirror<br />
With contempt and disdain<br />
That person does not deserve it<br />
Find the passion within, and be free.<br />
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To think you are a smarty pants, a genius,<br />
Think again and realize that nobody has the monopoly<br />
Of the greatest of talents, or crafts<br />
Be humble, be kind, then you become an owl.<br />
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This post is jumbled, words don't even jive<br />
The author of this post has reached the point of insanity<br />
Upon putting words into this empty virtual slate.<br />
Let this pass, do not read!<br />
Or else you have nothing left after this.Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-34292242672852959092019-07-02T23:08:00.001+08:002019-07-02T23:12:11.598+08:00Same Ol', Same Ol'Dear Self,<br />
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Disappointed lately, are you? Good thing you remembered this virtual space for ranting. It's been more than a year after posting the last emo poem. And you never thought you'd still remember this blog's password.<br />
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But here you are, away from Facebook's fake reality (where people brag so much about how wonderful their lives are). Here you are, avoiding the real reality because it is too real to grasp. With too much going on with your emotions (disappointment at most), I thank the Lord for keeping you sane and joyful.<br />
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They will never notice your sadness, these people who said they really love and care for you. They will never see your inner struggles because you are good at hiding it, and they won't be able to read this post anyway. Your dramas are yours. Keep it in. Maintain the positive vibe.<br />
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Know, however, that apart from this blogosphere (your emotional safe haven), you have Jesus. Tell Him how you truly feel. And you will find peace.<br />
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Self, the years continue to move on. I think you should, too.<br />
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-64028216477193329692018-05-28T22:13:00.001+08:002018-05-28T22:13:22.224+08:00Uncertainties (Again)Sometimes I think if this is still right,<br />
If this is worth keeping,<br />
If this is worth sacrificing.<br />
It tires me to think if you're thinking about me, too.<br />
It bothers me, and I hate it.<br />
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Sweet gestures have slowly faded into the background.<br />
Am I expecting for consistency or am I too ambitious to wish for a fairy tail?<br />
Because with the tick of the clock, you slowly change. You've changed. Or did I?<br />
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Did I really fall in love with you?<br />
Or was it the efforts that made me like you?<br />
Why am I feeling strange?<br />
Why am I having this weird feeling that this is but a facade,<br />
And that you're just like them -- a white-washed tomb with skeletons inside?<br />
Or is it me?<br />
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Just tell me if you wish to end this,<br />
And I'll willingly let you go.<br />
I wish to be certain about many things,<br />
And I hope for you to help me on that.<br />
But you're tired now, and you have no time to notice my struggles.<br />
I have become overly dramatic again, according to you.<br />
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So let us just close our eyes and hope tomorrow will be different.<br />
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-27638525565474018422018-05-08T22:29:00.000+08:002018-05-08T22:29:39.388+08:00Something New<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nine months ago, I made a decision. Nine months ago, I thought of things differently. Nine months ago, I did not have you. But nine months later, something just turned out to be spectacular and scary and exciting all at the same time.<br />
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Of all the many firsts, this is the best. Of all the many firsts, this is the most frightening. Of all the many firsts, this gave me the most number of feelings one could possibly feel in a moment.<br />
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I count the days til I'll see you again. And I count the remaining days before you leave me once more. The same cycle went on for nine months. This will go on for years, I presume. But I am left with no choice. Perhaps, I just have to live with it, get used to it.<br />
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Then again, this is something new and this is something great!<br />
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Soli Deo Gloria! 🌼<br />
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<br />Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-79783161059539305202018-05-04T22:53:00.001+08:002018-05-04T23:30:01.137+08:00Late Night MadnessLet me clear the cobwebs,<br />
Let me clean this mess.<br />
The atmosphere should once again be filled<br />
With unspoken words and unexpressed emotions.<br />
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Let me begin by saying that I love you.<br />
I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know why.<br />
Although the world was skeptic<br />
I took a different route and landed to your heart.<br />
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I prayed for specifics. I asked for this.<br />
Then got curious, explored, and fell down<br />
The dark pit you promised to never bring me.<br />
I believed, I trusted, but I got into trouble.<br />
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What happened woke me to the truth<br />
That you could be God's blessing<br />
Or a warning for further, bigger disappointment.<br />
But I am still hoping it was but a lapse in judgment.<br />
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We promised to grow together in God's love<br />
To pray, to read His Word, to talk about Him.<br />
The warmth of your voice when you said the lines<br />
Made me believe it is true afterall.<br />
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Seemingly, however, it turned out to be a facade.<br />
It was a false hope I lived by,<br />
Waiting you'll have the old fervency back.<br />
I waited, nothing happened. I nudged, you ignored.<br />
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And now I miss my first love,<br />
Pursuing to grow in Him alone.<br />
All along I thought we'd grow together<br />
We'd pray and delight in Him.<br />
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Late night talks, however, have become<br />
Empty, worthless chitchats of ugly pasts<br />
No blessing, no learning, nothing but pain.<br />
Nothing from the Scriptures, none at all.<br />
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Let me help you, but please help yourself, too.<br />
I prayed for a prayer partner<br />
And a man who can bring me closer to Christ<br />
But you only seem to drift further away from Him.<br />
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Just because you stand on love's firm ground<br />
Doesn't mean you'll not fail<br />
So please do not forger your first love.<br />
He's waiting for us both underneath the cross.<br />
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If these talks about Christ bores you though<br />
Tell me straightforwardly<br />
And I shall stop<br />
So that you, too, can cease with pretentions to win my heart.<br />
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Be honest and be kind to my longing soul<br />
Free me from doubts and fears<br />
And give me the right reasons to finally leave<br />
Before it's too late, before it's dark.<br />
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If this is not the life you wish,<br />
That I keep telling you about Christ<br />
Please speak to me so that I can prepare<br />
I can pray and cry and hope again.<br />
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I already told you that my wishes are simple ---<br />
Pray for me and let me hear it<br />
Read His Word aloud and understand it.<br />
Worship Him, sing to Him, adore Him<br />
And please, let me join you in such ectasy.<br />
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That is what pure bliss is.<br />
That is what pure love is.<br />
That is what pure joy is.<br />
And that is what I long to do with you.<br />
Ever since, ever since. Ever since.<br />
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The kisses are fine.<br />
The promises, oh, cliche.<br />
The sensualities, misleading.<br />
But our conversation about grace,<br />
That is what elates me the most!<br />
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If it'll take too long to arrive,<br />
I pray that God give me the courage to tell you<br />
Tell you to stop the drama and stop the show.<br />
Happy days are over, and fairytales are lies.<br />
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Halt.<br />
Breathe.<br />
Think again.<br />
Ask. Is this relationship still right?<br />
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You love me, you said it's true.<br />
But love the Lord first<br />
And show that it is really true.<br />
Then I will believe you and give you my all.<br />
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There you have it ladies and gents<br />
This is but a rant of a sleepyhead at 10:37 PM<br />
Words even can't find a rhyme.<br />
But I hope you got what I meant. <br />
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<br />Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-81496571653372701272015-09-21T23:57:00.000+08:002015-09-22T00:01:14.132+08:00(Pabebe) Smile Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>"The future may seem to be a blur, but you can depend on a God you cannot see yet sees your future pretty clearly."</strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-PH;">Roughly
five months ago when I updated my blog. The last drop of virtual “orange” ink
dried on that blessed 9<sup>th</sup> of April, my birthday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-PH;">How do I
say this? I may be so minimal with my words for now since, first, I am
currently beating a deadline and I just resorted to blogging for a while
because I want to have a breather, a sweet escape from "stress".
Second, I had a slight problem with logging in to my account. It’s actually not
slight because it took me weeks to figure out how I can access my account
again. Good thing a miracle happened and I was able to get into my dashboard to
start blogging once more. Oh the joy! (And I thought I’d lose
everything in this blog.)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-PH;">But the
chronicles will not be shared yet. I just want you to know that the Orange
Pulps is still alive and kicking, all thanks to God. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-PH;">Oh hooray
for today!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><br />Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-7535008725386527652015-04-09T22:09:00.000+08:002015-04-09T22:18:58.611+08:00Cheers To The New Me<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>“Make
your life like your hair. Life is short. Let it grow – just like the way you
want it to be.”</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For years, I was stuck with my long
tresses and side bangs. I felt comfortable and safe with it. Little did I know
that during those times, I was hiding my esteem behind my locks. It did not
mean that I have low self-esteem though. I just felt so me. Since I wanted to
see someone new in the mirror, I decided to have my hair cut. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Other than that, I have a deeper reason
for having it cut. I wanted to move on from my former self – from the self
which thought too much of the future when I can entrust it entirely to the
Lord. New hair means “moving on”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Moreover, I wanted to have a new “image”
for my 22<sup>nd</sup> birthday. And yeah, that’s today. Valor Day! Happy
birthday to me. hehe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yesterday, I braved into going to the
salon to have my shortest hair cut yet. I felt so confident at first, but when
I started seeing hair on the floor, I felt my heart sink so deep. I said my
goodbyes to them and moved on quickly. :D <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The final look was satisfying. I wished
it was shorter than this, but for now, I am happy with this length. Maybe a
week from now, I’ll have this cut much shorter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It feels good to have short hair. I can
play with it and comb it with my fingers. Most importantly, it feels so
liberating to have such. Cheers to the new hair! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Never in my entire life have I tried to
go to different places to participate for athletic events. I wasn’t born to be
an athlete. That’s a fact. I was born a writer, but that is still debatable.
Praise be to God, however, because journalism has become my avenue to go to
places I couldn’t afford to go on my own allowance.</span></div>
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(Central Visayas Regional Athletic Association) Meet in Balamban, Cebu, I had
the opportunity to be a member of the Quality Assurance and Documentation
Committee of DepEd, Division of Negros Oriental. I am specifically a member of
the newsletter-making group.</span></div>
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of the billeting quarter, the nostalgic sense of writing once again after a
long hiatus, the extravagance of the opening rites, the opportunity to make new
teacher friends in the committee, the chance of meeting little dreamers whose heart-warming
stories touched my soul and the grace and protection from God which never left
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by bigwigs of the division at such ripe time (I only became a regular teacher
last September 2014) to make the newsletter for them, together with three more
gifted writers/teachers. Again, all praises to God and God alone!</span></div>
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is a repetition of yesterday and tomorrow will be the exact replica of today. But
there are no two days that happened exactly alike. ~ Jane Franco</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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bothered me yesterday still bothers me today, and I’ll
be thinking of the same thought tomorrow. If I will not allow myself for a chance
of candor, then I’d be living like this until who-knows-when. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s
about taking chances – taking chances on two different souls, taking chances on
telling them the truth about what I truly feel for them, what I truly want, what I honestly think
would be best for us, and what I think would put a smile on God’s face. I can’t
afford to initiate however, for I find it fit for them to “make the first call”.
I still think they have to start the conversation, man to man, (aw, man to
woman <i>pala</i>) and that would be the perfect time to pour out all my emotions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s
hard to be like this every day since they are both geographically far from me.
They are islands away, and I am left contemplating from day to day. If only
they were honest and braver when they had the chance to talk with me before, I could’ve
told them the truth. I could've been a freed bird now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">'Til today, they continue to hold on to that 5% spark and every day, I die a million deaths
as I think about them and their thoughts of a <i>chance</i>. Every day, I get hurt by
the thought that I still haven’t told them the truth because every day, though they
are so far away, they never miss to show effort, to make me feel like I’m the
only girl in the world. It’s a privilege, but it’s also a burden. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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will never tell them via call or text. That would be rude and inappropriate,
especially because this has something to do with our emotions. This is something to be taken seriously. This is not a game of cards. This is something to be talked over a cup of coffee. This is a big deal since they have already invested so much, emotionally. And it's partially my fault for not stopping them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This
is not an issue about love. This is about bravery, honesty, open-mindedness,
faith, and closure. This is not an issue about love because I know what I need
now, more than ever. This is not an issue about love or about unsure feelings because
I am quite confident to say that my feelings aren’t deceiving me this time.
This is not an issue about love, but sure, yeah, this is an issue about unrequited
love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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want this over with, but until they say, “Can we talk?” I will continue dealing
with this groundswell of mixed emotions inside my system. May God bless their
soul!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Part of our deal was to explore and dine
in (affordable) restos around Dumaguete City once a month during our Friendsary.
My close college friends/publication buddies/medems and I started celebrating
our one-of-a-kind friendship February of this year. The idea surfaced when we were
lying inside our almost-shabby-but-still-manageable-greenish tent, gazing at
the full moon. It was supposed to be a celebration of SAD or Single Awareness
Day. Guess what day it was! Yeah! February 15, a day after the world celebrated
heart hearts or <i>Araw ng mga Puso.</i> In English, uhm, uh…yeah, I remember. Valentine’s
Day. So it all started there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">We only see each other once a month now
due to our busy working schedules unlike in college wherein we see each other
almost every day. They both work night shift on a “kewl” call center in the
city while I teach in our municipality, about 29 kilometers away from the
Negros Oriental capital. And we make sure we arrange our meeting on a weekend. If
the 15<sup>th</sup> of a particular month falls on a weekday, we only send
greetings to each other and then automatically make plans for the upcoming
weekend. On that particular day, we make the most out of our bonding. We eat,
talk, talk, talk, talk, talk (insert choking and laughing at the same time here),
and the best part—take groupies! ^_^ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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something to look forward to; and the excitement that tags along with it will
never fade. It is on that day wherein you hate to see each other part but you
have to because you know that although you will miss them, you will definitely
see them once again soon. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Like all other friendships, ours wasn’t
also perfect. There were misunderstandings and mistrusts. There were </span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Indianan</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> moments and ruined
expectations. There were </span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">away-bati</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">
episodes, just like all other friendships. But I personally thank God because He
preserved this relationship. <i>Sayang naman ang pinag-samahan, </i>the years we spent
together, and of course, it’s hard to let go of people you love so dear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Cheers to our friendship! Cheers to all
our friendships! May they last a lifetime!</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The past few days have been silent
episodes of my existence as a self-confessed chronic blogger. Lately however,
as I scanned through possible Youth Bible Study Guide materials, I came across
two lovely poems written by names I never know. So yeah, their God-inspired
poems are worth sharing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bubbles in the Wind</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>By Robert R. Hostetler<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Sometimes, Lord, my faith seems<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>so fragile.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b> Like
bubbles in the wind.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>They sparkle with transparent <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>color<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b> and
wobble in the wind,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b> frail
and fine.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>I want to be strong, to feel in <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>control. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>But then <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>I remember<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b> it’s their delicate weakness<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>and their utter
surrender to the <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>breeze<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>that allow
bubbles in the wind <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>to fly.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>By Gulsvig<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Feeling desperately alone<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Yet not knowing why<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>And not really wanting to try<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>To know the reason<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Yet still farther <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Down in the corners of my mind<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Is a question<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Wondering why<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>I still feel it slipping away;<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>The cold north wind<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Blowing through my soul,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Right through to my heart<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>One drop appears<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>I’ve been thinking of you.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I used to have you. I used to enjoy
writing because I know you will be there. I was so dependent on you. But then
one day, when I thought I kept you well, you just vanished. I cannot somehow
figure out what I did to you. You just left without telling me. You left
silently, like a purple-colored sunset which tucked itself unknowingly into the
gigantic cotton balls of the skies. I was despondent. I shall not give up
though. I will have you back. I will have you back. As to how you left, that
shall be how I shall get you back. <b>Dear creative juices, where are you now? I
shall find you and I shall have you back.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I thought I was successful when I told
myself to stop thinking about you. I wanted to remove that part of my
hippocampus which holds all the memories of you – your face, your smile, your
voice, your scent. But when I feel like I have moved on and have put the past
behind, people and circumstances seem to tell me otherwise. At random walks, I meet
people who look like you or who wears the same perfume as you do. Even random
talks or random situations remind me of what we used to talk about or laugh
about. Once upon a time, I thought I’ll never dip myself into melodramas again
but that once upon a time has come to pass. <b>Dear special someone, where are you
now? Are you tired? ‘Coz you’ve been running through my mind lately. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Let’s just call it complicated, but I really
think you have got my attention. For so long, I haven’t seen you. We’re mere
acquaintances and perhaps this feeling I have for you is a mere infatuation but
I really strongly think that you’ve met my standards. I’ve prayed for you at
times and even daydreamed about the possibility of you liking me back. It’s a
far-fetched thing with a 0.0000001 percent chance of becoming true but who
cares. It’s my daydream anyway. As long as I won’t know that you already have a
girlfriend, I shall hold on to that 0.0000001 percent and shall continue to
pray for you. <b>Dear crush, where are you now? I want to see you smile at me
again. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">And you! You make people think you are
so important. Congratulations! You are successful on that note. A lot of people
love you. A lot of people dream of you. A lot of people kill for you. A lot of
people think you are everything. You are a bully, a deceiver, an enslaver. But I
have to admit that I need and want you, too. That does not mean I will be your
slave. I need you because the world lives for you. Since I am still in this
world, I have to conform and use you. I need you…very badly! <b>Dear sweldo, where
are you now? <i>Gusto ko nang kumain ng</i> French fries.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Where are you now? I’ve been thinking of
you.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fries everywhere lately. In fact, I am drenched in its scent right now, while
doing this post. But since geography puts me 28 kilometers away from the
nearest fast food chain, I cannot just grab a broomstick and fly away for a handful
of French fries. The soonest I can visit the city, the soonest I can quench
this quaint craving for these yellow fatty sticks. <i>Weekend! Halika na!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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a bad habit? The bad habit of being late ALL THE TIME to be exact. How how de
carabao?<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Missing the Old Times.</b> I miss college. I
miss the pressures and exhaustions of college. The expectations of the people
around me were quite different then than the expectations of the people now. Darn
expectations! I am currently in the transition period. Back then, I thought
flunking a subject or absenting a class is tragic. Now, I only think of those
times as mild tragedies since I am facing a much bigger blight. This time, I
have to deal with three things as part of life’s harsh reality -- yielding to a
tangible boss who has nothing but beans in his brain, to an intangible boss who
never tires to psychologically and physically tire me (and all the other
teachers for that matter), and learning to balance respect for both. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>New-Found Love.</b> Despite all the
new-found pressures is a new-found love. Since day one of ABS-CBN’s Pure Love,
I try not to miss a day not seeing it. It’s my only consolation after a
tiresome day at the office. And yes, it has served me well, especially because
Joseph Marco is just so cute. Super cute! And Arjo Atayde’s dimples and eyes
are breathtaking, too. Love love! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Facebook trend but it would be my pleasure to share 20 facts about me here on
the blogosphere. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">1. ORANGE has been my
favorite color since grade 6. Pink and maroon are my least favorite.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">2. I underwent a
minor surgery last year. It means I was completely awake during the whole
procedure. Yes, it was nerve-wracking but fun -- seeing all those blood-soaked
cotton balls and crimson-tainted surgical knives and scissors and knowing that
those saturated hues came from your very system.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">3. Our black cat
and plump dog are both named Shakespeare. I wanted to name our cat Peanuts but
the rest of the family members disagreed.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">4. I started
blogging when I was second year college. It began as a compliance to the
requirement of our then editor-in-chief, but later I found it as an emotional
outlet and much later, a hobby.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">5. Matt Evans and
Coco Martin are my ex-crushes. Joseph Marco and Novac Djokovic are my present
crushes. <i>*insert twinkies*</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">6. I enjoy watching
UFC.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">7. I always get
watery eyes every time I sing "And Can It Be That I Should Gain"
inside and outside church, especially on the chorus part. "Amazing love,
how can it be that thou my God shouldst die for me..."</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">8. I've never tried
riding on a plane or a train. Not yet!</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">9. Kids are my
kryptonite.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">10. I talk to
myself in front of the mirror, inside the bath room, or while eating or walking
alone. I also laugh when I'm alone.<i> Basilio? Crispin?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">11. I have always
wished I was athletic. I tried playing lawn tennis in high school but my doctor
said it's not good for me because...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">13. I have never
seen the entire movie Titanic. I saw parts of it, but not the whole thing. I
can't dare watch it. There's a certain something in that movie that I don't
want to watch, and I can't even name it. Shoot me. I'm weird.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> >_<</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">15. I have never
eaten balot but I will try it soon. <i>Kanus-a pa kaha?</i></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">16. I was born on a
Holy Friday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">17. I cry almost
immediately at dramatic movie scenes. I cry when I'm angry. I cry when I
mention the people I care about in my prayers. Is that what they call
"emotional"?<i> Mao dagay ni rason nga wala na nikupos akong </i>eyebags<i>.</i></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i> </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">18. I always smile.
I smile when I'm embarrassed. I smile when I'm scared. I even smile when I'm
about to cry. I even smile at strangers when I am in a very good mood. And
yeah, I get back the smile I gave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">19. "Proverbs
3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own
understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy
paths." This is my life verse.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">20. I have
convictions grounded on Biblical truths, so no one can force me to do something
against what I believe in. I believe in Jesus Christ. He is my Lord and Savior.
He died for my sins on the cross of Calvary. He forgave me and made me one of
His own. One day soon, I will see Him face to face, and that day shall be the
day I'll cast down my crown before Him. He shall lead me to that promised land
where sickness and pain can't penetrate. Forever with Him! What a day, oh
glorious day, that will be!</span></div>
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never know what to expect when you talk to children. But I really think you’re
on the losing side when you begin to argue with them. I found this photo on
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with kids and their charming wit? Maybe you can share it and be able to be the
reason for someone’s smile today.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After the jubilation of knowing that I
finally have my assignment advise from DepEd, I thought it was the end of my
misery as a “caveman”. <i>Tambay</i> in colloquial terms. I thought I would finally be
able to teach in a public school. But I learned from my superiors that I still
have to wait for the appointment from the Division Office before I can
officially start teaching. My whole world came crashing down after that but I
had no time anymore to wallow in failure and false hopes. I was so over that. I had to move
forward. Thus came the decision of volunteering at the District Office. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">So what do I do as a volunteer? I act as
the District Supervisor’s secretary, together with two other volunteers. I make
letters, indorsements, transmittals, etc. I also respond to whatever the
teachers from the Central School request. There are times when we get so busy,
especially when there are meetings, contests, or visitors, but there are also times when we get so busy doing nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s tiring, yeah, but at least my days
now are more productive than compared to the past few months. I have been
oriented to the different forms and reports the teachers need to make and
accomplish and the stresses of the teachers that they get every day from their
pupils, the parents, and the District Supervisor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">What’s the best part of being a
volunteer so far? For me, it is learning how to photocopy using this monstrous
machine. Hahaha. I have also learned how to open it every time the paper jams. I
don’t know why I enjoy it so much and I don’t know why the reason of my enjoyment
is so shallow but never mind. I am hoping for your kindest consideration. Hahaha.
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a word “indorsement”. At first, I thought the school statistician just had it
wrong. I was thinking of “endorsement”. But there really is a word “indorsement”.
It is a promotional statement written at the back of a bill, note or other
instrument. It could also be written on a separate sheet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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teacher ever since time immemorial. During my elementary, high school and even
the early stage of my university life, I thought becoming a teacher – a public
school teacher to be exact – would be as easy as enrolling at a prominent
university, taking and passing the licensure examination and applying for the
desired position. But it was way more than that. I never thought it would be
hard and exhausting, infuriating at times even. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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teacher? Here’s how (based on personal experience).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Get a degree in Education or take18
units in Ed. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Graduate. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Review for the LET. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Pray that you will pass. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> If you pass, praise God and
congratulations. Continue to the next phase. If you do not pass, you can either
teach in a private school or apply at a call center, take the Civil Service
Eligibility Exam to apply for other jobs, be bitter, review again for the next
LET or you can be all of that. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Process your
license and pay for the oath taking ceremony. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Attend the oath taking ceremony.
</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Claim license
after two to three weeks or until one month of waiting. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Apply for teacher 1 position in
your district or in your division during the given application dates (only). </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Undergo the ranking phase.
Comply all requirements for ranking (Prepare all necessary photocopies, be
interviewed, present a class demonstration, etc.) This usually takes one month,
depending upon the speed of the ranking committee in working out their
applicants. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Get results. It
usually takes two to three weeks or one month before the results come out. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The division or the district divides
the applicants into four categories according to their rate from the recent
ranking. If you belong to category A, you have a very high possibility of
getting an item immediately (and by immediately, I mean you have to wait for
another three or four months). If you belong to category B, uh, perhaps there’s
a chance, depending upon the availability of items. If you belong to the C and
D categories, uhm, maybe you can come back again next year? Thank you! Or you
can volunteer and be unpaid for all your services. Thank you again! </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The advice for teaching finally
arrives! You party to the highest level (although it does not literally imply).
</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Go to the
division office or district office to get your assignment advice. It is a piece
of paper declaring where you will teach and that you are a Teacher 1 already. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Comply all requirements
enumerated on the paper. Usually, you are given 7 days to complete it. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> File and pass the documents to the
district or division office. The district supervisor usually does this but if
he/she gives a lot of reasons for not going to the division office, then you have
to do it yourself (of course with his/her permission). </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Wait for the appointment from
the higher office. The appointment is another piece of paper which contains
where you will teach, what grade level you will be assigned, and perhaps your
salary for an annum. Once you receive it, you can already start teaching
because the computation for your salary starts at that date. Recently, I just
knew from an old classmate in college that the appointment arrives three to
four months after the advise has been given. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">à</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE A
TEACHER NOW! You can claim your salary three to four months from now, with
deductions already mam/sir. (And the martyrdom begins. Oh no! The martyrdom
does not begin here. It just continues, and continues, and continues, ‘til the
day you retire. Oh no! Not until the day of your retirement but ‘til the day
you finally die.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Maybe you find the process easy. Yeah,
it looks easy when you read it, but when you get to experience all of it – the
looooooooong wait between each interval (which takes months and even years),
the false hopes, the frustrations, the pressure from people who had such high
expectations from you, the corrupt officials, the delays from the higher
office, the procrastination of personnel, and the overly meticulous checking of
documents – you will surely feel like you have wasted a lot of your time and
effort, and you begin to question if your patience is even worth extending. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But I salute the teachers who continue
to do service even without pay (volunteerism, as what it’s called in Education
jargons). I salute the teachers who endure the sweltering heat of the sun and
the anger of the monsoons just to get to their schools located 8 to 17 to 30
kilometers away from their comfort zones. Talking about dusty roads, big
boulders, and even insurgents at times. I salute the teachers who teach the
lesson to their classes and extend their patience every day at their
pupils/students who either day dream, flirt with their crushes or learn slow.
The only consolation there is to see them bloom into beautiful flowers and
achieve their dreams in the future. I salute the teachers who prefer to suffer
with the poor and hungry children for the sake of education rather than giving up
on humanity and deciding to resign to seek for a greener pasture at neighboring
first- or second-world countries with higher regard and respect to teachers. I
salute the philanthropic nature of teachers and their undying concern for OTHER
people. I salute them all. They are my heroes since day 1 of my schooling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It is my prayer now that God extend my
patience more and that He will give me the right attitude while waiting for the
last phase of this whole “waiting” stage. I have always looked up to my teachers
(although not all of them shared a pleasant memory with me) as heroes. Now, I
pray I will also become a hero to my future pupils, not that I want to be
famous or be lofty. I don’t want any of that. I want them to find an
inspiration, a model, a person whom they can hold on to. I hope that dream isn’t
bad. I used to do that (making people as inspirations), and look where I am
now. By the grace of God primarily, yes, and then my teachers’ belief in me,
too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I pray that before I die, people will
say I have served humanity well, and when I die, when I see my Master, He would
say, “You have glorified me, my child. Well done!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Let me share this passage, one of my favorites from the book Esther: A Woman of Strength and Dignity by Charles R. Swindoll.</b></div>
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(Ben Patterson in his excellent book <i>Waiting: Finding Hope When God Seems silent</i>) wrote: There is a lovely poem which speaks to this wonderfully. It was reputedly written by a young soldier who received massive and permanently debilitating injuries in the Civil War. He lived as a cripple the rest of his days, wrestling and waiting for God to show His face, His purpose in it all. At the end of his strugglings, he wrote this:</div>
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<b>I asked for strength that I might achieve;</b></div>
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<b>I was made weak that I might obey.</b></div>
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<b>I asked for health that I might do greater things;</b></div>
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<b>I was given infirmity that I might do better things.</b></div>
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<b>I asked for riches that I might be happy;</b></div>
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<b>I was given poverty that I might be wise.</b></div>
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<b>I asked for power that I might have the praise of men;</b></div>
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<b>I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I was given life that I might enjoy all things.</span></b></div>
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<b>I have received nothing I asked for, all that I hoped for.</b></div>
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-25829110493590860192014-08-30T22:20:00.001+08:002014-08-30T22:25:49.800+08:00Celebrate Life<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Someone told me that life is transient. I
am pretty aware of that. I know she knows I see life that way, too. But her
next line made me reflect. “That is why we must always tell our friends and
families how much we love them and how much they mean to us. Who knows it would
be your last, or theirs.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She’s absolutely right about that
thought. We don’t usually give too much value to people, relationships, and
everything that we have at present not until it’s gone, not until it’s too
late. We end up blaming ourselves for not having been there for a friend, or
not having been able to say the right words to a loved one, or not having been
able to appreciate our job. All the “I could’ve done it this way” thoughts
begin to penetrate, and we start to become miserable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Okay. ‘Nuff of the drama though. God gave us
the chance to live another life, one day at a time, so why not live in it and
enjoy it. Tell the people you love how much they mean to you. Tell your friends who have been away for quite some time that you miss them. Thank your boss for hiring you. Sing your favorite song in the shower. Drink a cup of coffee. Watch a movie. Take a walk in the park. Stalk your crush on Facebook. Write something on your diary. Read the Bible. Blush. Smile. Laugh. Chill. Life is wonderful. Life is beautiful. :) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Let us put all the aches of the past behind and let future worry for
itself. We have the NOW. Let us be happy with it. Let us be grateful for it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Celebrate life – with your dear friends,
family, special someone (if you’re in a relationship), pets, students (if you’re
a teacher), teachers (if you’re a student), employees (if you’re the boss),
boss (if you’re the employee), food (if you’re a human being), etc. <b>YOLO!</b></span></div>
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-52934279693507624072013-08-14T16:09:00.001+08:002013-08-14T16:09:13.677+08:00Ang Muling Pagbalik!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Ate Caroline </b>was the business manager of the school pub when I applied as one of its writers. That was about four years ago. Now, I still call her Ate Cah, and we still keep in touch although she's already <i>malayo </i>(in a faraway kingdom called Manila). Two weeks ago, she came back to Dumaguete to pay a visit to her family, and just get back with her old folks. She called me up, saying, "<b>Rolllleeeen, nia ko sa Dumaguete. Kita ta Sunday</b><b style="font-style: italic;">.</b>" (<i>with all those Manileño accent na kyut</i>) Of course <b>YES </b><i>ang </i>answer!!! And the rest was history. </div>
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First stop, Shakey's. Had pizza, fruit shakes, and long chit-chats with my fellow former EICs of <b>The NORSUnian</b>, the official school publication of <b>Negros Oriental State University</b>. <i>May</i> funny twist <i>pang nangyari. </i>Wanna know what happened? <strike>(haha. kakahiya) </strike></div>
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An old man (<i>na itatago natin sa pangalang Mr. Chan</i>) in his late 70s was seated adjacent to ours. When the waiter came to take our orders, he looked at me, smiled, and said, "<i>Ma'am, naay makig-ila-ila nimu. </i>(Ma'am, someone wants to get your name.)" then pointed to Mr. Chan. I followed his pointing finger and saw how the man smiled at me and returned the polite gesture of the waiter. </div>
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<i>Crazy cheesecakes!!</i> Kenneth ('yung katabi ko) blurted, "<i>Uy halin na ka! </i>(Wow! You're sold!)" Mr. Chan stood up and said something to the waiter. I wanted to run away ASAP. Waaaah!! Mr. Chan walked away and before even exiting, he gave another smile at me and left. <i>Er mer gersh!!</i> :p</div>
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The waiter kept his smile and said, "He is the part-time owner of Shakey's ma'am." and walked away with our orders. Kenneth again made a crazy comment. "<i>Ni flirt ta ka dayun para libre na tag pizza.</i> (You could've flirted so that we can have free pizza.)" (<i><strike>Amew</strike></i>) <b><i>Haba ng long hair ko!</i></b> hahaha. But that would be something I would never wish to happen again. -_-</div>
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It's fun how the books we are using at G&I Company integrate arts and games in it. On one of my lessons with a boy named <b>Lee Kyung Min</b>, the book asked to draw our own <b>monsters</b>. I am happy with how it went because he enjoyed the time so much. I think he loves to draw so much that when I told him we will draw our own monsters, he was elated. </div>
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That is the best picture I can get from Lee Kyung Min's monster. It's name is <b>Tom</b>, with small eyes, long, green ears and colorful body. Kyung Min was so proud to show his work.</div>
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And that is my monster. His name is <b>Slimey</b>. It has big eyes, two thin antenna-shaped ears, two small hands, and a slimy body. </div>
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-26776202921203980122013-08-07T20:54:00.001+08:002013-08-07T20:54:49.975+08:00The "Twenty Things for Twenie Me" Project<div style="text-align: center;">
<b> Belated happy August, by the way! :) </b></div>
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During those cold boring nights, when I had no class and just seated in front of the computer, waiting for nothing, I thought I would dare myself to the things I haven't done before, things I wanted to happen again and things I am afraid to do. So I made this list which I called the <b>Twenty Things for Twenie Me</b> project. Here is the list of the things I ought to do. As long as I am twenty years old, which will expire next year, I am valid to do it in no particular order. :) </div>
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1. Learn to sew a skirt.</div>
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<b>I have done some of the aforementioned. I will give you the update on my next posts. hihi. *_*</b></div>
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Orange Pulps ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646757975538942760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446740949757836381.post-85387880387476683042013-07-31T15:34:00.000+08:002013-07-31T15:35:29.001+08:00Hala! Nakaka-touch Naman!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Following the resignation letter I gave to my boss last night, she approached me earlier today and patted me at the back. She left wonderful words to me with her Korean accent. <b>"You enjoy your one month here huh. (with a matching smile) You look for someone to replace you here (referring to my cubicle). Ei?"</b> Then she laughed. I gave her back a sincere smile and told her, "Yes Miss. I will."</div>
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And then I thought, <i>Did she really meant what she said? Do I really have to look for a replacement? </i>(hala. haha.)</div>
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