tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252192892012-01-31T14:16:40.097+08:00Obviously about ME: the workings of my brain and my heart. Omali kayo!Layadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583609429563176351noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25219289.post-4689481860271081632008-10-07T10:26:00.002+08:002008-10-07T10:26:51.045+08:00

A lecturer of the college surprised me when she told me of a film about Bontoc that was being shown in a film festival of some sort here in Singapore. She remembered that I am from Bontoc and very kindly informed me, thinking that I might be interested. I was of course very much interested not only because I have not watched the film but also because the topic, which was about Igorots in the St.

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[This poem was written by Sis Ganda for me, after we chatted about an important issue in my life :) She wisely wrote, "Let God hold your hand", and I was so struck by her statement. I told her to write a poem with that as a starting point. Thank you, sis, for everything. Indeed, the comfort of knowing that God is holding my hand through this matter...]Let God hold your handWhen conflicting

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The two-week midterm break is always a good time to explore new places. Luckily, compared to Singapore, the nearby countries are much, much cheaper when it comes to travel, food and accommodation.Malacca is supposedly where Malaysia started as a country, according to a Malaysian schoolmate, and I guess, its being recognized as a World Heritage Site is a testimony of its rich history. Click here

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I was tagged by Sis Ganda to do this post. It was quite enjoyable :)I am: full. I just had breakfast :)I think: love colors my world ;)I know: I am God's beloved. I have: a purpose in life.I wish: that I can always make the right decisions.I hate: insensitive people.I miss: my family and my friends back home :(I fear: losing my loved ones.I hear: the birds chirping outside, irregardless of my OPM

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Here's a look at the 'makan' here in Singapore. I haven't tried any of their exotic food, only the frog porridge, which is not so exotic for me hehehe... It is a known fact that Singaporeans love to eat, but well, so do Filipinos eh? ;) But I guess they do win when it comes to variety.Try Indian.Go Chinese.How about Korean?Hmmm, maybe Indonesian?Seven-course-meal sampling, anyone?For dessert...

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Sometimes I think I am a fool; like a moth drawn to the flames and unable to resist, I flutter dangerously close, even knowing that in the end, I may get burned.

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This was Thai boxing, choreographed into a dance, that we witnessed during the Language Development Conference in Bangkok. I wasn't able to video the whole "fighting" session but I clearly remember that the fighter in red won in the end :) The g-string and even the vest they wore looks eerily familiar hehehehe...

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[Here are two cartoons, so funny and cute but apt representatives of human feelings, posted by a counseling professor/lecturer in the cork board outside her office. I liked it so much I took a picture hehehe...]

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I was given permission to go home for a week and I was quite excited! Sarah, a housemate, and I were waiting for a taxi so I could go to the bus station and take the only direct bus that goes to my hometown. After just a few minutes of waiting, I was able to flag one. I went in, said goodbye to Sarah and told the driver the address. He nodded, but as we were on our way, he turned to me and said,

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{I was wanting to write a long letter to my mother on her birthday yesterday but a headache kept me from writing much. Good thing, a friend offered me his phone so I could call her and my family. But I still felt the need to put down some thoughts I have of a mother so uniquely my own; someone who has shaped me into who I am today.} If there is a word that would desrcibe my mom best, it would be

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Will you quit smoking when you look at these pictures? A closer view...

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Chinese New Year celebrations are over and done with, along with our week-long break from school. Classes have resumed. *sigh* It's time to get those brains working hard again... But before I do, let me share some things, though limited, that I learned about Chinese New Year here in Singapore.1. Since it is a new lunar year, one is expected to wear something new or sport something new. Some go to

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Manang Lovelyn of A Raconteur's Attempt started a tag on movies. Her family watched Ratatouille together and they thoroughly enjoyed not just the movie but also the experience of watching it as a family. Very touching!She tagged me and I promised to do it, although I am putting a twist to it because I don't have my own family yet =) To take my mind off my paper due this week (wink, wink; the big

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I was reading Sir BB's post entitled A Really Bad Spam, and I could not help but think of the letter I got from someone named David E. Schlup. He wrote to me asking if I was from Bontoc and I answered in the affirmative. (He must have read my profile and watched my videos.) I asked him if he was also from Bontoc, and he wrote me a rather interesting long reply. Here's what he said:No, I'm Not

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QUESTION:Is it OK to lock oneself up in the room and be alone, or is that escaping from reality?

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This is a video I took of a tribal dance that we were able to witness in Bangladesh. We were invited to a cultural program when we were in Birishiri, in the northern part of Bangladesh, by the Director of the Birishiri Tribal Cultural Academy and some women from the Garo tribe performed.The Garo people look like us Igorots in their facial features, which is different from the Indian race, and I

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This is a video of Bihari Muslims in Bangladesh playing the drums for their Ashura Festival. This was quite a festive occassion with kids and young people running on the streets, shouting something which I, of course, could not understand, plus this festive and loud drum-playing.According to an expert on Islam who was with us, in the Middle East countries that he lived in, the festival

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Bontoc was the host of the 100 Years of Celebration with the CICM in the Apostolic Vicariate of Bontoc-Lagawe from December 12-15, centering on the theme "Remembering, Rerooting, Revitalizing". CICM is a Latin acronym which, in English, stands for Congregation of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. For better or worse, the CICM have greatly contributed to what we are now as a people. Our faith and our

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I was tagged by Ganda to do this meme. She has been teasing me about my mooncake blog not moving down for the longest time, so this is a good insert until my mind wakes up from vacation mode =) The rules for this meme are:- Pick your birth month.- Bold the 5-10 that best apply to you.- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months. (Here's where you can get the list of the qualities for each

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Bloggers Wil and Igorot Blogger asked what a mooncake is. The occassion for mooncakes, the Moon Festival, is already over, but to satisfy curiosity, allow me to still blog about it.According to this site, which also explains the origins/legends of the Moon Festival, "While baked goods are a common feature at most Chinese celebrations, mooncakes are inextricably linked with the Moon festival. One

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[Image from http://www.preciousmomentsonline.com/]"One of the myths that you have to overcome to live a significant and purposeful life is the myth that you don't count, that you can't make a difference, that what you can do is so insignificant and the needs of the world so great, that what you can do doesn't matter. It matters tremendously to someone who is on the receiving end of your love."

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Last Tuesday night, I wanted to sleep early. For these past two months, it became a habit for me to sleep after 2 am and it was affecting my endurance during the day. So in consideration to a brother's order that I should go to bed early, I then went to bed at 1 am. However, sleep was elusive, and I just kept on tossing and turning. I guess I had gotten used to tiring myself out first before I

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Batam is one of the islands of Indonesia. It takes about an hour of ferry boat ride from Singapore. This is a rather new city that is developing at a furious pace. Twenty years ago or so, it was just marshland but due to its nearness to Singapore, it developed into an industrial center. That's all I know, folks. Hehehe... Their houses are very colorful. I was struck with the variety of shades

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Does this photo remind you of your childhood?It did for me =)

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I know I’m in a crossroad right now. I face two opposite roads of conflicting directions and each road will take me to a life different than the other. There could be other roads, I guess, but right now, I seem to have only two options; that is, should I continue with the road I have been traveling on or should I take a different route? This time, the latter seems to be tempting. I have thought

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Igorot Blogger (I often called him Sir B, which I think is nice, but he thinks it's too formal) has tagged me to list eight random facts about myself.These are the rules for this tagging thing, which I'm supposed to post as well: We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own

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In my visit to a bookstore, I was browsing through their collection when I came upon the section on counseling and advice. I chanced upon this book, (unfortunately, I forgot the title), that supposedly talks about coming to terms with heartaches or broken hearts, and the process of healing and moving on. Since I am going through this difficult situation at this point in time, my curiosity was

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How's this for contextualizing 'love your neighbor' the Singapore Christian way? The hostel for singles where i live has a lot of friendly reminders for the hostelites using the common facilities like the lounge and the bathrooms/toilets. This reminder is my favorite because I always read it when I go to the toilet hehehe... Other etiquette reminders are subtle; the post in the bathroom says "Did

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My farmer feet takes a long needed scrub and pedicure for a very extravagant price...Who would have thought that a pedicure could cause me an arm and a leg, and maybe my head as well? I know everything here in Singapore is expensive, but I did not know how expensive it could be to get your nails done. I was of the mistaken notion that I could find a cheap shop where this kind of service would

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I do not know what is worse when staying in a foreign place: being away from loved ones or being with strangers. Homesickness is something that I think I can never tear myself away from. Maybe it is the realization that being away from people you love makes you think about how their life goes on without you in it. It is very much disquieting to acknowledge that in the years ahead, when they look

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This is long, but worth the read.(If this doesn't light your fire, your wood is wet!!!)I tried not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie. He was short, a little dumpy

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Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but oftentimes we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with,

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Whew! We have just finished celebrating the end of Phase 4: Field Methods and Computer Data Management, but I'm still reeling from the shock of it. Imagine, I was able to finish my paper of 51 pages. Isn't that grand? I slept at past 3am this morning, and my housemates slept later than me. We all need sleep but most of us are still in the computer room. I guess it is hard to break old habits

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I know I’m in a crossroad right now. I face two opposite roads of conflicting directions and each road will take me to a life different than the other. There could be other roads, I guess, but right now, I seem to have only two options; that is, should I continue with the road I have traveled before or should I take a different route? This time, the latter seems to be tempting. I have thought of

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Celine Dion & Andrea Bocelli - The Prayer

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Stevie Wonder's Cover (Overjoyed) by M. Bozzaotra

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The Corrs - Don't Say You Love Me, BBC Radio 2Another one!

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Power of TwoThis is a great song!

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