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Monday, January 31, 2011

An ILOCANO Song Story of Pinakbet

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an Ilocano song:

Iti bigbigat ti agsapa
Nakatan-awak man ijay tawa
Adda ni Tarong, Kamatis, Parya
Nangngeg ko ida nga agsasarita

Kuna ni Tarong kadakwada: Siak ti kaimasan kadakay nga dwa
Ni met Parya sinmungbat ita: Ayna Tarong napalangguwad ka!
Ni met Kamatis umisem-isem: Ay na gagayyem di kay agparbeng,
Nu mailaokak iti dinengdeng
Ay pinakbet naimas manen!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Its only the last day January 2011 YET..

landslides, floods are in Northern Luzon,
Baguio and nearby towns nearly frozen at 9 degrees centigrade,
Cebu in the Visayas is flooded,
Mindanao suffered either flooding or flash floods destroying both fields and plants - livelihood!,
Egypt is in chaos,

Millions from AFP chiefs are yet to be recovered,
bombings are rampant,
at least 10 persons fell from a tower in Makati
Copra is surging 60 per kilo,
fares hiked, MRT, Taxis, LRT, PUBs, PUJs,
Maguindanao Massacre is not yet resolved,
Domiguez brothers are still at large.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Story of Destructive Disunity

Mr. Thumb said: I am the stoutest of them all. I can survive without them.
Mr. Point man said: Without me nobody will show the direction.
Mr. Tall man said: As the tallest, i deserve proper respect. I can live without the others.
Mr. Ring man said: I am the most precious since I hold the gold. I can survive without anybody.
Mr. Index man said: I have the strength to hold things. Without me, everybody is weak.
Their Creator challenged them, one by one, He asked each to pick a needle.

They all started picking their respective needle. Mr. Thumb spent all day without any positive results. Mr. Point man did the picking until the following day without any positive results. Mr. Tall man also failed, so did Ring man and Index man. They all burned out, got tired and were sure to surrender.

These Fingers may represent true lives.

My Coin, My Coin!

This is a true story. It was then rainy season. The unsuspecting mother of little Unan, a child of tender years, gave the latter a coin.

As Unan gracefully walked through the fish pond's edge, just near their home, he fell headlong. He was swiftly saved by a watchful young man. Unan was not crying. He has a clenched fist. Upon investigation by Unan's parents, laughter burst out when they found out that Unan held tight to his coin although his head was submerged in the water!