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A week ago, my son's history teacher asked the class to write their take on the evolution of man and to be creative about it. Karwin wanted to tackle it from the perspective of reconciling the creation and big bang theories and came up with this gem. The title is a bit controversial so apologies to those whose sensibilities will be offended by his apparent irreverence. We know that God will

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At the recent orientation for parents of new students into SHS-Ateneo de Cebu, I was asked to do the parent sharing bit. The topic was about helping your child to succeed and belong, which I thought was a very daunting topic. I hope I did it justice. HELPING YOUR CHILD TO SUCCEED AND TO BELONG (Fr. Manny, beloved teachers and admin staff, fellow parents, esteemed guests, good morning.)

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I knew that my white hairs were becoming increasingly plentiful when a fellow PTA executive board member blurted out "You've got so many white hairs na, no?" And considering that the only other conversations I've really had with this guy had been mostly business-related, it must have disturbed him no end to see these silvery-white tendrils peeking out from my otherwise dark brown mane. And

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On the way home from the dentist today, I decided to stop by Fully Booked to see if they had a case for dad's toy, a Kindle, that "adopted daughter" May had given him for his birthday. I knew the chances of finding the case were a million to one but never mind, that was just an excuse.So there I was at the magazine stand, looking over some fashion magazines, lifestyle magazines, celebrity gossip

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Ashes Of Life by Edna St. Vincent-MillayLove has gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I

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I’m a coward. Sad as that may sound, it’s the truth and I admit it.Trying my very best to sleep earlier than my usual 1 o’clock in the morning because I needed to wake up at 5 A.M. for a trip to the Southwestern coast of Cebu with some friends , I found myself tossing and turning, my mind tired but unable to sleep for some reason. A million and one thoughts battled for attention in my mind and

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Crosses and rosesMake my life more meaningfulI cannot complain - a haiku written by Cory Aquino -Fr. Arevalo, S.J. quoted this haiku in his very moving eulogy for the late Corazon Cojuangco Aquino, fondly called "Tita Cory" (Auntie Cory) by Filipinos. A family friend of the Aquinos, Fr. Arevalo said this haiku was written at the back of a painting that Tita Cory had given him when she had

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http://archive.odt.co.nz/Repository/ml.asp?Ref=T0RULzIwMDQvMDUvMDQjQXIwMTEwMA==&Mode=Gif&Locale=english-skin-customAs my graduation project for my MBA at Otago University back in 2004, I did a survey for the Otago Museum on the values and perceptions of non-visitors to the museum. The museum must have liked my work because it asked a reporter and photographer from the Otago Daily News (Dunedin's

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Aside from the obvious that he is my one and only offspring and that the sun and moon orbit around him as far as I'm concerned (eek, he is going to hate me saying stuff like this), he is also quite funny. Today, yaya gave me a bunch of papers that she said were Karwin's writings in his creative writing class last year when he was still a Grade 6 student in St. Benedict. I went through them and

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An oasis called Surf Camp | The Philippine Star Lifestyle Features Food and LeisureShared via AddThis

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11 June 2009So it's official. I'm finally the mother of a high school student when classes opened at the Sacred Heart School of the Society of Jesus (a.k.a. Jesuit) yesterday, June 10. We were all excited about it because it was Karwin's first day in high school and this was also his first official day in a new and much bigger school after having spent the past 9 years of his life in the small

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Note: Before I set up this blogsite, I used to send out emails like this to friends whom I knew would indulge my nostalgia trips. I wrote this a little over a year ago and when I read this again today, I got some sort of epiphany. People who know me well think of me as a funny person who sees the world in a wacky way. I am. But I sometimes get into these moods where I write down stuff that

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Note: Before I put my writings down in blog format, I used to just send out emails to friends whom I thought would indulge me. The topics would range from hearing a song on the radio or, as in this case, seeing something funny on National Geographic.May 15, 2008The universe has a wacky sense of humor. (I would have said "God" but my Catholic upbringing makes me balk at this, imagining lighting

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I've had my Yahoo email account for 3 years now and like the pack rat that I am, I almost never delete messages I receive or send. I always tell myself that one day I am going to sit down and really do a big "delete", but then again, maybe not. Sometimes it pays off, like today when I found the digital copy of a photo of me at my NZ citizenship ceremony that was held at the Bruce Mason Centre,

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One of my favorite titas was just diagnosed with lung cancer. I'm still in a state of denial and the news has not hit me like it should. I should be feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness or, at the very least, fear that someone I admire and love is in the "pre-departure area".I am writing down my thoughts now in an effort to understand why I don't feel that way...yet. My brain cannot fathom

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I couldn't stop myself from crying. The object of my lachrymosity? Watching a frumpy 47 year old unemployed woman from a village called West Lothian in Britain stun everyone, including the often acerbic Simon Cowell, on Britain's Got Talent show.When Susan Boyle first came out, you could see the look of sceptism on the faces of the judges, especially when she said she wanted to be like Elaine

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A few months ago, I went with my mother, my son and yaya to SM City Cebu to attend the opening of an art exhibit. My mom took some time entering through the doors and when we went back to the entrance to see what was holding her up, we saw, through the glass doors, that she was still outside the entrance talking to a young boy—perhaps about 8 or 9 years old—thin, dark, wearing tattered clothes

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