tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462586064637522552024-03-13T05:09:50.759-07:00Living in the City during the time of a pandemicUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-13976171205786784122022-08-15T01:01:00.002-07:002022-08-18T23:35:39.578-07:00BAYAN KANG MAGILIW Official Music Video<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/gGyi1fgAilQ" width="480"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-71983407288030775892022-08-11T23:56:00.003-07:002022-08-11T23:56:24.793-07:00PanderingAm I real?<br />What if I was just a character<br />In a computer game<br />Of some child genius from the distant future?<br /><br />Give me an idea of my program<br />I will try to decode it.<br />What is my role in this game?<br />Who are the rest of the characters?<br /><br />It was a mistake<br />To assume I was the lead character<br />Can you please debug<br />I am kinda getting out of sync.<br /><br />The synapses are beginning to numb<br />What do I have in between my glial cells<br />I wish I were Sophia<br />Or maybe Elon?<br /><br />It is good to have noble intentions<br />And have altruistic plans<br />But my programmer needs to do a fast forward.<br />Help me out please?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-23038863905162888742022-08-10T02:42:00.002-07:002022-08-10T02:42:29.625-07:00Finding things to be productive<p> Sketches I did way before Covid. Using them to update my blogs.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM9P3YDL6owKUwo6quLvOf-y9SurSY25ETWmnK72huhgEuzsgLNxjS347GlyhMuLHn1F7WeR0c3NAfEbt9R9fyj1CJndDUTQ7Cw23iAindDgBKx6GivJgXCnPd0SY_WNu289zHM4dHCArQOuy8XwRBdLLgXMVA2psHzrbKQ9ZTXbKxxHzMiyOTdIhWWA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="249" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM9P3YDL6owKUwo6quLvOf-y9SurSY25ETWmnK72huhgEuzsgLNxjS347GlyhMuLHn1F7WeR0c3NAfEbt9R9fyj1CJndDUTQ7Cw23iAindDgBKx6GivJgXCnPd0SY_WNu289zHM4dHCArQOuy8XwRBdLLgXMVA2psHzrbKQ9ZTXbKxxHzMiyOTdIhWWA" width="187" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2fJx6o-eYBhaxMnGTxYxp4OO0OnscMJsgXnb-7p3IL0PZXyae15Zfkax2H1wqHrAzTeLMhzox56WHjFok3p3IbBIp9DckQbO2PHLorlOTVWQAjzayw4ZVPVVjGjU7Vrk_FMkLozXkMLUUxH-Fa7SOCACmjpEjWt3_yCVsPY_iOruv9J9RASFyFwYSsQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="235" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2fJx6o-eYBhaxMnGTxYxp4OO0OnscMJsgXnb-7p3IL0PZXyae15Zfkax2H1wqHrAzTeLMhzox56WHjFok3p3IbBIp9DckQbO2PHLorlOTVWQAjzayw4ZVPVVjGjU7Vrk_FMkLozXkMLUUxH-Fa7SOCACmjpEjWt3_yCVsPY_iOruv9J9RASFyFwYSsQ" width="176" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjA9TL38vXOM02GfZjfeKQ3fHQS4pB-1wHftW3IfmDZcSJMRtGgke9p_EvPy6gfJy8u017eOsNdI-2gb8F8n4-3-OSOSv7P9NT3bvWOicdn4Lvt5kS9wJMmdTAZ3WSQZbUl9dxpuQZ3KNWDvHIHUGd0QJ0UEZ6q7MxqV1_U6xa22ZGNobyQgXJqoN066w" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="244" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjA9TL38vXOM02GfZjfeKQ3fHQS4pB-1wHftW3IfmDZcSJMRtGgke9p_EvPy6gfJy8u017eOsNdI-2gb8F8n4-3-OSOSv7P9NT3bvWOicdn4Lvt5kS9wJMmdTAZ3WSQZbUl9dxpuQZ3KNWDvHIHUGd0QJ0UEZ6q7MxqV1_U6xa22ZGNobyQgXJqoN066w" width="183" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-38614343280092829672022-08-09T03:38:00.005-07:002022-08-09T03:44:15.314-07:00From the Subdivision to Apartment Dwelling<p> Recalling what happened..</p><p>The Covid pandemic struck. And yes we have since moved to a much smaller place in another city. My Mom died in 2019. It is something I refuse to remember. I am trying to feel but could not. </p><p>My granddaughter surprisingly commented that our new place is "liit" or small. I guess she was just being honest. I remember her telling me in a begging like manner to not leave our old place in a subdivision. I can't blame her cause at that instance, I realize she probably thought there's no way she can bike in this tiny, new place. Yay!</p><p>But the many challenges we have to take on and squarely face started when we got this place. For the life of me, I can't even begin to enumerate them. </p><p>Somehow, another hurdle over. And I am still here.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-10640955904852228872021-07-08T04:53:00.000-07:002021-11-12T03:54:31.370-08:00PRRD is my idol<p>Regardless of what his detractors say about him, President Duterte remains someone I truly admire. No, he does not know me or know anyone I know, but deep in my heart and whatever's left of my aging brain, I believe he truly cares about the ordinary Filipino. </p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-54994216865770843102021-03-27T05:42:00.000-07:002021-03-27T05:42:02.734-07:00Is There Hope Living Under This Pandemic?<div style="text-align: left;"> There should be. Otherwise, what can we look forward to? According to experts, we need to vaccinate70 percent of the world's population to achieve herd immunity. As of March 16, 2021, 90M people had been fully vaccinated with 390M doses administered. Slow roll out according to experts. And does vaccination ensure we can all go back to our normal lives? Maybe yes, maybe not. Because vaccines do not guarantee we are safe. Some scientists declare that vaccines might not even prevent transmission. Further, that immunity might not last forever. Good luck then to us humans.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-70103353266616177232021-03-04T22:58:00.001-08:002021-03-04T22:58:00.408-08:00Living And Learning With MOOCS<p>This blog note I posted in my LEARNING blog which I never got to continue developing as I was occupied with developing several other content I was trying to do at that time - 2013. </p><p>So timely because today all students are online. And I was on it way, way back. I was almost retired at that time but because I wanted to continue learning I found out that I could continue learning through MOOCS. </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">So what are MOOCs?</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;">MOOCs or Massive Open Online Courses are free online courses asynchronously accessible through the Web. These courses are offered by educational institutions like Stanford, MIT, Harvard, and other big league schools in the United States. MOOCs do not give university degrees but taking these courses could supplement college studies or refresh everything you have learned upon retirement or whenever there is an opportunity. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />At the time, MOOCs were provided FREE. Full audit and can participate in the exams. They also gave out Statements of Accomplishments to those who just audit the courses; or today, one can take it with Verified Certificates for a fee. (kind of steep)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took my courses from <a href="http://coursera.org/">coursera</a>, <a href="http://edx.org/">edX</a>, novoed, open2study and stanford online. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;">Learning Through MOOCS Require: </h4><p style="text-align: justify;">1. Desire to learn - there is no easy way trying to learn new things. Motivation, and a whole bunch of determination can do you good during difficult and lazy moments.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">2. Discipline - online courses are delivered through video lectures, with corresponding reading requirements, assignments to fulfill, quizzes to take under strict deadlines. Goes without saying, you have to ace the examinations if not pass.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>It's almost like taking the course in a classrooms, but lessons are served virtually. You need discipline in managing your time to do all the required activities. There are self-paced classes though, if you are just there to audit or lurk. Always, effort equals success.<br /><br /></div><div>3. Familiarity with technology as in using computers, emails, web browsers, and other software that may go with the learning. You have to those in place where you want to take your chosen courses.<br /><br />4. Openness - of course, it is very important to maintain an open mind.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Take Note Online Students. </h4>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-72988999858197922782021-03-03T22:52:00.000-08:002021-03-03T23:26:35.595-08:00Living And Learning Art<p> I was taking the "Live! A History of Arts for Artists, Animators and Gamers!" offered over at Coursera under Jeannene Przybliski, Phd. way back in 2013. The guts..</p><p>It is now 2021. I am living in a world full of doubt and insecurity due to the pandemic. At that time I was full of doubt.</p><h4>Whatever I felt then with the following statements, I have already recovered. </h4><p>'But whatever gave me the idea that I could mingle with what could be a MOOC class full of talented artists? After all, I am not one and I know I will never be. That is just it. I don't think there's anything wrong about aspiring to become an artist. Having said that, I will be bold enough to declare, I am going to have fun, learn and take what I can from the course and from my fellow MOOC mates; be inspired by the teacher, and most importantly, admire and get astonished with the awesome art works from the best. I dare not be intimidated. Wish me luck.'</p><p>Because I found out that I could draw, I could paint, I could sketch and I could write about it. My interest in learning more about the art work of the great artists taught me so much about myself - that whatever I choose to do I could do. I just had to believe in myself.</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-61496563529976269212021-03-03T22:36:00.006-08:002021-03-03T23:25:24.101-08:00Living With Learning - C'est La Vie<p>I published this post on April 16, 2015 in one of the numerous blogs I wanted to develop at that time. This was written as a required narrative for one of my MOO classes I was taking at that time. Since I was unable to continue developing that blog now at this pandemic times I am choosing to share as this is close to my reality as a city dweller.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A piece of fictional narrative submitted to a MOO class in 2013 entitled C'est la Vie.</span></h3><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"That's life. It was a phrase I often repeated after becoming an unwed mother. It was for the best because abortion could have been worse. Life changed. As soon as the father of my child refused to marry me, and disappeared. At 22, the stigma of life alone, with a child,and without a husband was too much to bear.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Call me stupid but poor me, how could I have been irresponsible? Worse, the values of honor and respectability sacredly honored by my family were all violated, by me. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Epictetus, the Greek sage and stoic philosopher said that, "external events are determined by fate beyond human control," and in order to gain wisdom, one must face and endure hardships with dignity and courage."</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Epictetus was right; there exists an entity out there perhaps called a Divine Master, orchestrating mortal life events, someone so huge, calling the shots in the Universe. To my many questions, no answers could be found. It was time to accept that I was going to have a child.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The journey was not easy. It was a struggle to stay in a Catholic home for unwed mothers. Difficult as it was for her, my mother requested me to temporarily move out of our house to avoid gossip. It was actually a relief; saving her and the family from the resulting embarrassment. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But at work, my boss was far more forgiving, perhaps because I was not blood related or maybe because she was a woman, she allowed me an extended leave, free to come back soon after giving birth.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the Home, the Nuns urged me to give up the baby for adoption. It was for the best of the child. Damn! What gives them the right to determine what is best for the baby?</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I tried to take refuge at a friend's house, but not for long, her Mom said I needed to go back home; she didn't want to appear she condoned what happened; after all she was an active Catholic community lay leader.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To indulge in self-pity was out of the question, but I recognized that, "suffering and calamity," was an inseparable part of a larger reality. It was the way of stoicism.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I faced a hostile world, but I gathered strength enough to sustain an inner peace which was what I needed to do for the baby. Just as people and things possessed their own reasons for being, my mother could not accept what happened to me; she failed to grasp the meaning of what happened and instead blamed it on herself.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There must be a good reason why I became a mother at a very young age. It was definitely not a mistake - simply ill-timed. I accepted my fate because life chose me, I loved my child with the same conviction that I loved my mother. Perhaps, her lack of empathy at that point was temporary. The contradictions of life happened to show that life can not be lived without suffering, without sacrifice.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I understood that the father of my child loved his daughter, in his own way; different people expressed love differently. It was not easy, but in time I realized that love can not be measured and that was life. It was clear to me.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Love nurtured my daughter's life and hers mine. Her innocence showed me the beauty of the world, as I taught her the simplicity of life. In the daily battles of life, some were won, some were lost. The Universe chose us because life was meant to be lived and fought head on with courage and with acceptance.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I lived that life the best way I could. Today, I say life was the best gift ever and doing my best was its own reward." </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> ###</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-52852799505323583082021-03-03T01:20:00.000-08:002021-03-03T01:20:16.315-08:00Living Lousy<p> </p><p>There are days we feel lousy. That is fine. Life can never be perfect. The truth is: most often life sucks, so there is no point living peachy if it is not - even for a day, or maybe a week. What's important is we know how to get out of that lousy feeling. We can learn it because it is a skill.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-73999337925280485382021-03-01T22:03:00.090-08:002021-03-02T23:57:14.673-08:00Living With The Bad Thought of Lack Of Vaccine <div style="text-align: left;">Six hundred thousand doses of the Sino Vac vaccines arrived yesterday. Thank you for the donation China. Another 2.0M is expected to arrive next week from the WHO COVAX program. Thank you UK. Thank you WHO. </div><div><br /></div>But true, these number may seem not enough. But what is this I hear there's just a trickle getting listed to be vaccinated. Is it the ordinary people's distrust for the donor country?<div><br /></div><div>These thoughts are bad. The complaining.. the distrust.. the blaming. Take a moment and do some thinking. These are negative thoughts. Release. It is making most of us tense.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why not flip around.</div><div><br /></div><div>Think: I am still alive. My body is working still. There's some food on the table a roof above my head. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let go of the negative feelings. Yes easier than done. But what is the alternative? </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Thoughts! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-2451094587882776352021-02-28T21:59:00.029-08:002021-03-01T01:24:54.219-08:00Ordinary Thoughts During The Pandemic<p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Blurry Thoughts</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And Then </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Naps Under Trees</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Angry Thoughts</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imagine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Breaths Of Fresh Air</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Swirling Indoor Air</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just To Turn To</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Breaths Of Stale Air</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">TREES. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I Love You Tree.</span></div><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-53034662026942810422021-02-28T20:45:00.008-08:002021-03-01T01:16:42.158-08:00Living with Covid Pandemic<p>It's been almost a year since the covid-19 virus descended upon the world. What happened between then and now? Lockdowns, RT PCR tests, face masks, face shields, social distancing, health protocols, businesses closed, online purchases, online classes, online gaming, covid infections, isolation centers, quarantines, deaths, recoveries.. on and on and on AND now vaccines. At last, we are looking at some hope to solve this health crisis.</p><p>It's been quite a while since I updated this blog. Perhaps, it is time to use it as a tool to document my observations on what has been happening here and there. </p><p>Strictly from what I can remember, I will try to share my experiences during the pandemic. I hope it makes sense. So watch out for it. Thank you. </p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-28088802444462985302020-09-05T04:04:00.000-07:002020-09-05T04:04:14.559-07:00A poem..<br />
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Ang kalimitan kaganapan sa mundo ay pera-pera lang.<br />
Konti na lang siguro<br />
Ang di nasisislaw sa pera sa panahon ngayon.<br />
Kasi mahirap walang pera. Di mo mababayaran utang mo.<br />
Di ka makakain ng tama at husto.<br />
Di ka makabibili ng gamot mo. Wala kang pera sa bangko.<br />
Mababa tingin sayo ng tao, kahit malapit sa buhay mo.<br />
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Kailan ba ako nagluho? Di ko matandaan.<br />
Basta at may pera sila inaalala. Tulad ng nanay ko<br />
Di ko masyado pino-problema pera.<br />
Sana lang kung walang kailangan bayaran.<br />
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Okey lang kahit walang personal assets,<br />
Pero pano pag dumating na si kamatayan.<br />
Ma-momoroblema pa sila.<br />
Paano ka ipalilibing? Walang ipon. Mangungutang pa sila?<br />
Ah sa SSS may 20,000 yata dun. Arkila na lang ng ataol.<br />
Pa-cremate para di pa magastos.<br />
Bahala na siguro sila. Patay ka na.<br />
Di ka na dapat mag problema.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-26529750340330772652015-10-31T19:42:00.001-07:002015-11-01T01:35:21.791-08:00Living and 2015 Halloween<br />
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Metro Manila population has grown alarmingly fast. We all know what this means. Living and health conditions deteriorate. Poverty becomes the order of the day. If there are more than 15,000 individuals on a mere square kilometer, you can imagine pollution, over crowding, resources dwindling and then disease not to mention managing flood disasters in the magnitude of Ondoy and Pepeng. Poor social and economic conditions prevail if not worsen.</div>
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My art plan is to paint..and the journey begins with this collage I did to remind myself to pursue and realize my mantra every step of the way.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-66916508312537984892014-10-18T02:32:00.000-07:002015-11-01T01:40:47.741-08:00Living Creatively"Daily patterns of creating, of working hard to solve problems may lead overtime to breakthroughs for ourselves and others."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-74095966622695885702014-07-12T02:24:00.002-07:002015-05-15T02:55:24.982-07:00Living Love Letter BookA Book About Wonderful and Amazingly Written Letters<br />
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I found this link and it tells about a book about letters written from the heart. I specifically love this <a href="http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/09/i-shall-always-be-with-you.html">one</a> written by a dying mother to her daughter.</div>
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Check it out I guarantee that if you haven't written a snail mail in a long time, this will encourage you to write something again on paper and mail it through the Postal System.</div>
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It is the year if the horse starting January 30! Good vibes rock!<br />
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nice! i hope my son learns how to program a cartoon/video maker like this.. he can do a lot creative stuff with software such as the one used in creating this clipUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846258606463752255.post-45722841667394025002013-04-15T03:15:00.001-07:002015-05-15T02:56:32.839-07:00Living and Opportunity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Out of clutter find simplicity, From Discord Find Harmony</div>
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In the Middle of Difficulty, Lies Opportunity.</div>
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--- Albert Einstein</div>
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Could it be true that other than this innocent looking vapor trails from a passing jet, some form of chemical/s are released from the sky by not so well-meaning people?<br />
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And for what use? I shudder at the thought and the possibilities..</div>
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My grand children were observing these vapor trails slowly dissipate in the sky one sunny and windy afternoon..</div>
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Yoya (Lola) look.. moon..</div>
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Little words from my small grandchild.</div>
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I wonder does she think it's a dot in the sky? Or something that one can touch given a very tall ladder? </div>
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Someday she will learn that man was supposed to have reached and landed on the moon just about the time her Lola started her freshman studies in college.. i am sure to her, that would seem a long, long time ago.</div>
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