One of the worst things that you can do is texting while driving. I need not tell you why it's bad because you know that it is. To stop you from texting while driving, here's a video that will at least make you think about it:
I grew up all over Luzon because of the nature of my father’s work. I can remember Dagupan City, it has helped a lot in shaping my childhood, we stayed there for about 5 years. Then in one of the islands in Hundred Islands, I couldn’t remember how long. Then there was Los Baños Laguna, 7 colorful years there. And of course Mandaluyong City. Then from Luzon I came to Cotabato City where I experienced my first “culture shock”. But I later learned to love the people and the place and stayed there for two years. Now I’m here in General Santos City (the Pacquiao town) where I met my destined lifetime partner who is a Visayan who could speak Tagalog, English, and some Ilonggdo.
My father is Ilocano, my mother Ilonga, but I grew up speaking Tagalog because that was what my family use at home. I have a 3 year old gwapong long haired son named Joshua Daniel and for now my world and joy is almost inside my family lang, wife and mother muna. I studied in UPLB (Communication Arts Major in Theater Arts for Children) and Mass Communication at Ramon Magsaysay Memorial Colleges where I met my husband. He was teaching there part-time and I was in one of his Essay Writing classes. He encourages me to write and to blog. He majored in English but is so enamored with the language of computers. He takes care of the technical side of this blog and as much as possible does not get his hands wet with painting my emotions in my posts.
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perhaps, i shouldn't too.. :P
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