tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84282118446954028432024-03-14T07:54:49.276-07:00Cebuano Literature of Almashining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-21271787890378584012011-09-06T01:22:00.000-07:002011-09-06T01:28:39.834-07:00<div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>More than a friend<br />
By: <u>Alma Erana</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
The day that we’ve been met<br />
It seems you are stranger in my sight<br />
As time goes by we became friends<br />
Together we converse and we understood<br />
Each other, it seems my life is glittering and bright<br />
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From time to time, friendship grew over<br />
By sharing time of everyday living<br />
That’s what friends are for<br />
That in need for giving<br />
You are the apple of my eye<br />
In whom others are longing<br />
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Until such time we became more than a friend<br />
We became intimate for each other, as we became lovers<br />
You are exclusively only for me <br />
And I’m jealous if someone who bother<br />
That’s what I am for<br />
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As time goes by, that we’ve been always together<br />
Sharing love and happy memories<br />
And you are the only one in my life<br />
I give all my love for you alone<br />
And you and I will never be apart, until the end of time.</span></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-28738131810672858922011-08-29T22:53:00.000-07:002011-08-29T23:03:55.960-07:00THE HAPPENCHANCE OF AWAKENED TRUTH<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">"THE HAPPENCHANCE OF AWAKENED TRUTH "</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> By: <u>Alma A. Erana</u></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was hot Sunday afternoon, at one thirty five (1:35) pm when Edna walked along the way of going home; she got startled when she saw the two lovers kissed in front of her. In that particular moment she never mined it, and she hurriedly went home. As she arrived home she saw her husband was in a hurry preparing his things going for work in other place as expected. She then helped her husband in preparing his things because she knew that the things that her husband did was for their own good for the sake of his family.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As time goes by, Leonce, Edna’s husband was very busy in his works. He was frequent business man and preoccupied with it .And because of his being busy, he has no time for his family, he even has no contact with his wife and his two sons, Raoul and Etienne, it seems he abandoned them. As a human being, Edna has a desire for a biological needs but it is impossible to happen because her husband was so far from her. Edna was so aggressive she wanted her husband’s great intimacy with her everytime. But sad to say, that her husband was far away with her. Because of that being solitude, Edna was engrossed how to live socially together with her friends. She even engaged in night life activities .She learned to get along with so many friends both men and women. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In so doing, Edna met a guy named Robert Lebrun, the elder single son of Madame Lebrun. Robert was known among the Grand Isle vacationers as a man who chose one woman each year often a married woman to whom he then played “attendant” all summer long. In summer he devoted himself to Edna, and the two spent their days together sprawling and talking by the shore. At first, the relationship between Robert and Edna was innocent. They mostly bathe in the sea or engaged in idle talk. As the summer progresses however, Edna and Robert grew closer with their relationship. Edna on the other hand came to know more about this man, until she felt in love onto him. She even forgot her love for her husband. Robert also felt the same special feeling with Edna. Robert’s affections and attentions inspired in Edna several internal revelations. Owed to persistent presence with Robert, Edna started involve being developed within herself. She then felt more alive even before, she learned to swim and became more independent and flush sexuality. She even abandoned her two sons, without having protection, love and care with them. She left her two sons in their grandparents. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Suddenly, it came to Edna’s mind that she has to be independent, and being away from her husband’s presence she wanted to have her own house and having many friends and played games with other men.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Robert then admirably removed himself From Grand Isle to circumvent effectuating his outlawed love with Edna. It is because he knew that society will be against their love affair since Edna was a married woman and have two sons. When Robert realized that he, and Edna were became too intimate, he suddenly leave the Island and continue to Vera Cruz for some business traits. Edna was worried when Robert departed without giving straight notice with her, and she became crestfallen because of the happening. Being an aggressive woman Edna right away having an affair with another man by the named of Alcee Arobin a town seducer who is able to satisfy her sexual needs. Never emotionally attached to Arobin, Edna maintained controlled their affair, satisfying her animalistic urges but retaining her freedom from male dominion. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">At this point in time, the self-sufficient and unconventional old pianist Mademoiselle Reisz adopted Edna as a sort of protégé, warning Edna of the sacrificed required of an artist. Edna is moved by Mademoiselle Reisz‘s piano playing and visits her often. She is also eager to read the letters from abroad that Robert sent the woman. A woman who devoted her entirely life to her art, Mademoiselle served as an inspiration and model to Edna, who continued her process of awakening and independence. Mademoiselle Reisz is the only person who knew Edna and Robert’s secret love affair for one another and she encouraged Edna to admit to, and act upon her feelings.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Leonce Pontellier directly seek a guidance and advice with their doctor friend, Mandelet, whom their family physician. Doctor Mandelet was a fairly enlightened man, who silently recognized Edna’s dissatisfaction with their restrictions placed on her by social conventions. When Leonce consulted with him about Edna’s unconventional behaviour, the doctor suspected that Edna was in love with another man, although he kept his suspicions to himself because he recognized that there is little Leonce can do if Edna was indeed in love with someone else and that any further constraints imposed on her will only intensify her revolt against her husband. Doctor Mandelet then offered Edna his help and understanding and is worried about the possible consequences of her defiance and independence towards her husband. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Edna still have hope that the love between Robert and her will lasted forever as she continued to think about Robert. She did not care of what the society and people may think with regard her relationships to Robert, because she loved Robert very much. She even forgot the love for her husband onto her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One moment in time, Edna’s husband called her, for having a family vacation together with their sons in New Orleans but sad to say, Edna did not mind it. Edna continued having an affair with other men she even not mind the happiness of her two sons. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A week after that, Robert returned to New Orleans, ultimately expressed his love for Edna. He confessed his love for her but reminded her that they cannot possibly be together for the rest of their lives because Edna was a married woman and has sons. But Edna explained to him her newly established independence, denying the rights of her husband over her and explained how she and Robert can live together happily, ignoring everything extraneous to their relationships. But despite his love for Edna, Robert felt unable to enter into the adulterous affair, but Edna always go together with him wherever he go. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A day later, Edna received a telephone call with her friend Adele. When Edna knew that Adele was undergoing a difficult childbirth, she leaved Robert’s arm to go to her friend. She beseeched with him to wait for her return. From that time she spent with Edna, Adele sensed that Edna was becoming increasingly distant and she understood that Edna’s relationship with Robert was intensified. She then reminded Edna to think of her children and advocated the socially acceptable lifestyle, Edna abandoned so long ago. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Edna’s friends gave advice to her that she must not abandon her sons and husband because it’s against God’s will. As a good wife and a mother, she must love her husband and also her sons because that’s the role of a good mother. And she needs not to go with somebody else because she has already a husband, and for being an adulterous wife is really against the will of God. She must love her husband as she love herself, also to his two sons. Because of that friendly advice, Edna awakened herself the reality that she was not a good wife to her husband and not a good mother to her sons. She then realized how sinful she was. By that moment she repented to God of what she did to her family. She realized maybe how painful to her husband of what she did to him for being an adulterous wife and for being irresponsible mother. Her husband was so loving, caring and responsible; he worked hard for the sake of his family. He loved his wife and his sons very much, but his wife never mind it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">For being awakened of her bad doings, Edna called her husband immediately and asked for forgiveness of him. Leonce then, got startled of what was happening to his wife, why she’s changed. And so, Leonce, for being away of his wife he hurriedly went onto her. As they met each other again, Leonce hug tightly to his wife and kissed her lips because he missed his wife very much. <i>“Hi honey, how are you? I miss you so much…, long time no see…</i>” Leonce said. <i>I’m fine honey, I miss you too. I’m so sorry that I betrayed you. For this time it will not happen again, because I realized that it’s so bad for a wife to become an adulterous. I’m so sorry again.”</i> Edna said. Leonce understood his wife; he accepted immediately the apology of his wife, because he loved her very much.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In that moment of time, the couple were so happy, and realized how happy it is if they were always together and understand with each other maybe they were not previously suffered for being a broken family. And despite for those trials that they encountered in their lives, they thanked God for it, and they realized that maybe it was given to God by them because God loved them very much, and enable them to grow their relationships with Him. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Few days later, the couple then returned to New Orleans together with their sons. When they arrived to their home, Leonce did not mind anymore that he will again depart to his family. He realized how important his family is. And also Edna, she did not mind anymore to go to other places and having so many friends, and the worst was that she became an adulterous wife and abandoned her family. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">For being together in their house, the family were so happy and thanked God for it. In that moment, nobody can separate them with each other, and they live happily ever after. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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</div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-53376347165755726922011-08-26T01:27:00.000-07:002011-08-26T01:29:41.442-07:00<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>THE AWAKENED SOUL</b><br />
By: Alma Erana</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sylvia was born to a poor family in a certain part of Bohol Province. Her father was only a farmer, and her mother was a dressmaker. They lived in a simple way of living, where they eat vegetables everyday. Sylvia was a diligent child and so many ambitions in her life. She was the number one choice among the one hundred graduating student and became the valedictorian during their graduation in high school because she was intelligent. After her graduation, she pursued her study in college at the University of Manila wherein she became scholar. She took up B.S Psychology. In Manila, Sylvia learned to get along with other people and joined any social gatherings. She was easily noticed and admired by men because of her beauty and innocent provincial looking in which most men liked. Sylvia did of what she wanted to do. So, her mother has nothing to do, of what her daughter liked to do to herself.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One day, Sylvia met Leandro de Guzman a tall and handsome guy introduced by her classmate Clara in the school canteen. Leandro liked Sylvia’s profile. So, after how many days later, Leandro courted Sylvia. <i>” Are you sure, that you like me?”</i> Sylvia asked Leandro<i>.” Yes of course I like you, and I love you</i>” Leandro replied. Sylvia liked Leandro too, so that is why she accepted Leandro to become her lover, and obviously they became lovers.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sylvia and Leandro’s love affair was getting stronger everyday. They both love each other very much. Their togetherness made them getting closer each other everyday. In spite of their relationship, Sylvia did not get affected. She did study very hard in order to pursue her education. Because of her handworks, and prayers Sylvia successfully finished her study. After Sylvia’s graduation she easily got a job because she had nice grades. Sylvia got a job in the s school wherein she graduated. She was a school teacher. So she had already a salary, and she did not forget her parents, she sent money for them. So, Sylvia’s parents were very happy of what their daughter’s achievements.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After three years of her job, finally Leandro de Guzman proposed to Sylvia that they will get married. So, finally they got married. They became husband and wife and they were happy with their relationships. They were blessed with five children. Leandro’s job was an engineer, of the manufacturing company in Cagayan de Oro which is Del Monte Philippines in Mindanao, wherein his wife and children were left in Manila.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While Sylvia was alone in their house she felt lonesome and missed her husband’s intimacy. Her husband was so busy with his job and did not mind his family anymore. He neglected his responsibility as a father to love and care to his family. He was very busy with his job and had a chick everywhere that is why only little money he sent allowance to his family. Until such time Sylvia got bored and try to decompensate herself by making friends with another men and women.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sylvia learned how to live socially together with her friends and involved in a night life. She attended with friends in a disco and dance with liquor in their surroundings. She knew how to drink and smoke as the way the teenager did. She committed adultery with other boyfriend’s and neglected her children anymore without her love and care. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As years pass by, When Sylvia standby at the park she noticed that there were many foreigners scattered along the area. She was curious of what they were doing, so she came nearer to them, and asked of what they were doing. But she was thinking that they were Christian missionaries who preach the gospel of God. At first she hesitated to hear, but one missionary was trying to explain to her why is it important to accept and believed the gospel of God, for he is coming back the second time around to judge the wicked. And people should be ready and anxious of what to do in order to be saved, because people have only two destinations in their soul, only heaven and heel, if people walk in accordance to the will of God and do His will so, they were destined to heaven but, if people doing wickedness while they are still living on earth and neglected the words of God they were destined to heel. So, Sylvia thought of herself that she was so sinful and subjected to hell if she will not accept and repent of what she did. But it was not to late yet. So, Sylvia was awakened herself and accepted the words of God, and asked for forgiveness for her sins to God. She then realized of herself and went back to her simple way of life in accordance to the will of God. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After one month later, she became Born Again Christian. She then realized how much important to walk in God’s will. She regretted herself of being irresponsible mother to her children. So, she cared and loved already to her children after she knew the truth. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After three months later, she called the attention of her husband, and she preached and explained to her husband how important to be saved so that they will not destine to hell. And her husband accepted of what his wife had said to him. Sylvia’s husband then realized that he was an irresponsible father too; to his family. He then awakened to the reality that as a responsible father he would love and cared to his family because that was a command by God. In so doing, the de Guzman family after they accepted and received God as their personal saviour and walk by His will, they were so blessed and happy. </div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-70665831334621186612011-08-24T19:07:00.000-07:002011-08-24T19:07:31.153-07:00THE LOST CHILD<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-PH</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">The Lost Child</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">By: Alma Erana</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">The Golden haired sheep is amazing kind of animal. It figures in the tale of Jacob in ancient time, during the time of David 900 years B.C. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">Leonos the Kenyans, who lived in the mountainous area in Tepaly together<span> </span>with his wife Celia and one son Hero. The family was living simply with small house. They were poor, but they were raising several goats and a few cow. When their son reach at the age of eight, Hero used to obey of his parents. Hero was an obedient child. He always help his mother in fetching water in the hidden cave, two kilometres away from their house.<span> </span>His father Leonos used to sell one goat every month in the market in order to buy foods for their consumption.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">One time Hero asked his mother, that he should go to school<i>. “Mama I wanted to go to school, I want to study.” “ Oh, my son, there is no school here in our place, there is a school in Ethiopia but two hundred kilometres away from here, and besides we have no money my son.” </i><span> </span>Her mother answered<i>. “I understand you mama”, </i>Hero replied<i>. </i>We will have more money someday he humbly said.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">Few months later, Hero was fetching water alone and went into the deep well. Because of his curiosity, he went inside the cave to find out something inside. He found out something inside the cave, that there was a yellowish shining around inside, and he said wow very bright light, and he came nearer and nearer in its source. He found out that it came from a bulging golden rock, it was illuminating. He wanted to touch, but he did not know that once he touched the rock he will become a sheep. And he touched it without any hesitation. So, Hero became a sheep. He was a golden haired sheep with no horn. Hero went home nobody knew of what was happening to him, only him. So hero forced to be integrated in a flock of goats. He took in as a part of them. His parents were so sad because of losing their exemplary child. But they did not know that Hero was still there turning and became a sheep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">One morning, his father Leonos was looking for a goat, to bring with him to sell in the market. He noticed, and his eyes became wide upon seeing amazing sheep alone among group of goats he feeds.<span> </span>He saw only one sheep, with golden curly hair. Leonos immediately called the attention of his wife Celia.” <i>Look at that sheep where is that come from? We have no sheep, only goat. Leonos exclaimed”. </i>Leonos wife Celia holds the sheep. <i>“Oh, Leonos this is a nice sheep .It is a golden curly haired sheep. I bring this inside”. </i>Celia said. But Leonos Wanted to sell the sheep for a great price in the market. But his wife did not allow his husband to sell the sheep. She wanted to preserve it.<span> </span>But their problems they need more money. His wife Celia was crying upon holding the sheep while Leonos forced her to give the sheep so that he could sell the sheep in the market for a big amount of money. But suddenly, there were plenty of round golden chips that came out from the tail of the sheep. It was a gold chips. The couples were amazed of what they saw. They picked up all the golden chips, and instead of bringing the sheep in the market to sell, only the golden chips they brought. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">After that moment, they took good care of the golden curly haired sheep. And every month the sheep gave plenty of golden chips, and they sold in the market to have money. They never again have difficulties in their lives because the amount of the golden chips was so high.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">But the couple loss their child Hero, and it was replace by the golden haired sheep. They did not know that the golden haired sheep was their son Hero.</span></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-70184039143003842202011-08-24T19:03:00.000-07:002011-08-24T19:03:33.002-07:00BONDED LOVE<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-PH</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">BONDED LOVE</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">By: Alma Erana</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The day that I found you</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>You are a stranger in my sight</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>But your attention that catches my eyes,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>It makes me tremble in my heart</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>The lasting feeling that can never be lost</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>Never been expect the time we’ve met</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>You show me respect, as time goes by</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>Little by little bind us together</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>To the deepest love we live</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>To the fullness until we die</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>We live together with no regret</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>To show the world the way we loved</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>Sharing great love that forever last</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>How glad we are, and forever enjoy</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>The way of life as the nature exist</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span> </span>And our God bless us with all abundance received</span></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-56659116207990956542011-08-22T02:30:00.001-07:002011-08-24T19:35:27.721-07:00The Nightmare of Forbidden Affair<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> <b> The Nightmare of Forbidden Affair</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> By: Alma A. Erana</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Justin Jay Smith was the son of the prominent couple Mr. and Mrs. Laurel Smith. Their family was so famous because they were very rich in their city. They owned banks and have so many businesses. Justin </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">had only one brother in the family named Prince Smith. Justin Jay was the manager of their banks. He was nice person, kind hearted, tall, and handsome. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">One day, Justin jay met a girl named Janine Munoz. Janine was so beautiful but her family background they were poor. They were both in love with each other. So, they became lovers. But before Justin met Janine he had a past girlfriend named Mekaela Conception. Mekaela was rich also, but not really beautiful compared to Janine. Justin broke up Mekaela because she was unfaithful to Justin and beside she was a city girl and she like night life. Justin did not like this kind of behavior that’s why, she broke up Mekaela, and Mekaela had nothing to do but to accept to her boyfriend’s decision.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As time goes by, Justine felt very in love with his current girlfriend Janine, because Janine was a simple girl, faithful, caring, and most of all loving. These kinds of behavior Justin wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Few months later, Justin proposed to his girlfriend Janine that they will get married soon. Because Janine loved so much to Justin also, she accepted the proposal of her boyfriend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Two years later, with their relationships, they got married. Their wedding ceremony was engrande social. Their sponsors were all prominent persons. The newlywed couples were very happy with their wedding together with their parents, love ones, and friends. After the couple’s wedding they were separated with their parent’s house. And because Justin’s family was so rich he inherited one of his parent’s houses. So, the couple lived with their inherited house happily and blissful, without knowing that the mother of Justin against to Janine, because Janine was came from a poor family.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She did not like Janine to become a wife of her son because of the family background that Janine came from a very poor family, and they were so famous, they owned a bank company. Justin’s mother wanted Mekaela to be a wife of her son, because Mekaela is a daughter of a rich family. But Justin did not love anymore Mekaela, because she was unfaithful to him during their previous relationships. That’s why Justin broke it up. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Justine and Janine were very happy couple. Justin continued working with his job as a bank manager, while his wife Janine stayed at home. One moment, Justin’s mother talked with their neighbors that she did not like Janine as a wife of her son. Without knowing that Janine heard what her mother in law talked with their neighbors, so Janine was so sad and pity herself. Justin did not know of what his mother’s like that she did not like Janine. After office work Justin hurriedly went home. And he noticed that his wife looked so sad. And he asked his wife what happen to her why she looked sad? And Janine answered that she’s ok. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">One moment in time, Justin’s family was planning to go on vacation in Boracay for one week. When Justin asked Janine if she will go with them, Janine told Justin that she will not go with them. She preferred to stay in their house. Are you not happy to go with us for an island hoping? “<i>Justin asked”.</i> No, I like to be alone by this moment, never mind to me, I’m ok. <i>“Janine replied”. </i>So Justin did not force his wife. So, only Justin and his brother Prince accompany their parents went to the beach. There in Boracay, the families were so happy; they were singing and drinking, but Justin not really happy because his wife did not go with him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">There in their house Janine was thinking that she was not welcomed to Justin’s family, because they were only poor. Her mother in law did not like her, so she was thinking that its better maybe, she will leave her husband. She was sad and felt hurt to Justin’s mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">After one week of island hoping, the family of Justin went home. So, Justin asked his wife if she’s ok in their house alone. And his wife answered that she’s ok. After a few months later, Janine’s mother in law talked again in their neighbor’s that she did not like Janine. And Janine again heard of their conversation. So, at that time, Janine felt very hurt with her mother in law, and she was crying alone in their room. So, Janine decided that she will go home in the province in her family. So, Janine asked permission to her husband that she will go home in her province to her family because she missed them. Honey I will go home in my place because I really missed my parents, and don’t worry about me because after one week I will come back here. “<i>Janine said”.</i> Ok I will allow you, but promise me after one week you will come back here ha? “<i>Justin replied</i>”. Ok don’t worry honey I will. “<i>Janine answered</i>”. So, Janine went home in their place. Upon arriving in their place her parents, brothers, and sisters welcomed her because they missed Janine so much. After one week staying in their house Janine went to Manila because she wanted to escape her husband and wanted to leave him. She broke up her promise to her husband because she cannot bare the bitterness of what she felt. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Upon arriving in Manila, she was renting a boarding room and she used to find a job. Finally she found a job there. She was an office clerk of the company.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Two weeks later, upon Justin’s going home after his work he got confused, why his wife did not go home. He was trying to contact his wife but he cannot contact her anymore. So Justin was very sad, he was thinking what was happening to his wife. I don’t want to lose her, Justin talked to himself. Six months he cannot contact his wife, they were no communication at all. Justin was so worried and lonesome almost cannot control to himself of what was happening to his wife. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">One day, one of the couple’s friends saw Janine in Manila; their friend told Justin that his wife was in Manila. So, Justin hurriedly went to Manila and finally found his wife. At that time when Janine left her husband she was pregnant. Justin found his wife that she almost delivered her baby. Because Justin did not know that his wife was pregnant when she left, He was amazed and very happy because soon they will have a baby already. After three days Janine was finally delivered their first baby, a beautiful baby girl. So, the couple was very happy because they have already a child. After they went home in their house, Justin still did not really know why his wife was trying to escape him. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">One time he knew that why his wife was trying to escape him because his mother did not like his wife, upon knowing he got very angry to his mother. He did not mind his mother anymore. But his wife wanted to give up their relationship she cannot accept that her mother in law did not like at her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So, one moment in time, Janine got suicide in their room. She found dead by her husband, so her husband was shocked of what was happening. He was very sad and numb. Because of the tragedy that happened, Justin became insane. He cannot recover because he loved Janine very much. The mother of Justin regretted so much of what was happening to her son and to her daughter in law. So the family was silence full of sorrow, and only the small child of Justin and Janine will be their hope for tomorrow’s life. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> When I was a child, I always play with my childhood friends</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> In the morning, afternoon, even in the evening</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Playing, running, singing how happy we are, that cannot be forgotten </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">That was really my habit when I was a child</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And that is the reality as a child can be</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> When I was a child I used to catch a grasshopper</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Never thinking how alert that kind of living thing</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Using all the might to grasp that over</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Even though after all, it’s no good at all</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">But I was very happy at those moments</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> When I was a child I always climb any kind of fruit trees</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Excited with courage and ecstasy</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> In order to reach and pick its fruits with excitement</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> To taste the goodness and sweetness of its fruits</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Never minding the obstacles might happen, and I passed it over</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> When I was a child, I was also mountain climber</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Together with my childhood friends</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">We used to climb mountains everywhere</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> To get woods used for cooking, to ease the hindrance in every living</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">How happy are we, on this earth living</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> How I’d wish that those moments will come back again</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So that I still enjoy the enjoyment of a child</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> But we know that the time will never come back again</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">All I can do, is to reminisce</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> What a happy moment when I was a child </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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My best friend Lolit is an honor student like me also mama. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After Carmina graduated her elementary, her mother brought Carmina to Cavite and enrol her first year high school, while Lolit her best friend enrolled in Marvel school ten kilometres away from Carmina’s place. At this moment Carmina was already fifteen years old and was influenced by her lesbian friend Margot and Charo. They act themselves like real boys. Being away from her parents Carmina involved in night life wherein they were in a group in drinking spree together with some men.Drinking and smoking were their habits. They were no longer going to school; instead they were always gone to the bar. So, Carmina did not finish her study because she was influenced by her two lesbian friends. One time Carmina remembered her best friend Lolit, she wanted to see her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span> </span>When Carmina visited their house, her brother Allan got amazed and calls his mother Clara, oh! Mama look, Carmina is here. When their mother saw Carmina she can no longer distinguished Carmina because of her attire. “Oh! No, her mother exclaimed.” You look like a real man Carmina, you are now wearing boys attire and have a short hair cut. Why you do this Carmina? “Her mother asked”. Mama, even though I am a woman, but I have a man’s heart. “ Carmina replied”. Her mother did not <span> </span>argue her in order to have peace in their house. Carmina asked her mother about her best friend Lolit, and her mother said that Lolit are now beautiful lady and have already a boyfriend. Carmina did not tell her mother of what was inside in her heart and mind that she was secretly feel in love with her best friend Lolit ever since. But Lolit has already a handsome boyfriend wherein Carmina has no more place in Lolit’s heart. So, Carmina went to the house of Lolit. When they met, Lolit and Carmina hugged each other tightly. Carmina I miss you so much “ Lolit said”. Carmina got amazed looking her best friend as if she is now fully bloomed like a flower wherein the bees like to suck. “And Lolit asked “. What happen to you Carmina? Why you are dressing like that? Instead you are now a lady, Carmina no words to say and nagged her face. So, Lolit invited Carmina to get inside in Lolit’s house. Come in Carmina and look at the picture of my boy friend, his name is Rex. Is he handsome? “Lolit asked Carmina. But Carmina almost cannot control herself. Her heart was aching and full of jealousy. She loved Lolit very much. Lolit put her right hand on the top of Carmina’s shoulder and said, Carmina don’t act like that, we are the same girl. You should act like a girl. No Lolit, I loved you eversince. “But Lolit answered” Carmina I have already a boy friend. So, Carmina’s face was so sad and goes home. Her heart was full of jealousy and regrets. So, she goes back to her peers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One day, while they were in the bar, her brother reported to Carmina that Lolit is to be married with her boy friend Rex next month. But instead Carmina become happy, she went to their house and cried so much, as if she was carrying a heavy load that she cannot handle it. It comes up to her mind to end her life. So she got a sharp blade and slashed her left wrist hand. She became unconscious, but fortunately she was followed up by her brother Allan immediately in her room and brought her to Saint Luke Hospital. The doctor hurriedly attained her needs in order to survive. The attending doctor named Alfred looking the patient and feel pity. He looks the patient beautiful for him although she dressed like a man. Because of too much blood comes out from her body she needs blood infusion. The problem is they cannot find type” A “blood, but finally the attending doctor Alfred has this kind of blood type. So, the doctor offered his blood to Carmina in order to survive. So, the parents of Carmina were so happy. When Carmina recovered her consciousness she rolled her eyes around and asked her mother of what happen to her. 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She feels real love to the doctor secretly. After a few days later the doctor told Carmina that she is fully recovered and she can goes home anytime. But Carmina said to the doctor “I will not go home doc, I will stay here”. And the doctor said to her “what! You will stay here?” Yes doc, I will stay here for you because I love you. “Carmina replied”. And Carmina hugged tightly to the doctor with tears in her eyes, and the doctor hugged also to her and said “Oh Carmina I love you too also, nothing can separate us from now”. The doctor said. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Six months later, they both prepared the schedule of their wedding. During the wedding they were very happy together with their parents, relatives, and friends. 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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Teacher’s name:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alma A. Erana</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Course name: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Speech Communication</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Topic:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suprasegmental Phonemes /Intonation and Pitch</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Time Allotment:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>45 minutes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Year Level :<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>4<sup>th</sup> year Level</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Material:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Handouts</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Instructional Objectives:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end of the discussion, the students are expected to;</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Pronounced <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>words <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>correctly</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Describe the Intonation <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>patterns and Pitch levels in the given sentences or dialogue;</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Present a Speech choir in the class</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Instructional Procedures:</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 49.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Motivation stage:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Tongue Twisters</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Read the Tongue Twisters in the class correctly.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 49.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 49.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Preparation stage:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The students will be instructed to group themselves into two. They will be told to read the Tongue Twisters in the class correctly.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 49.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Discussion stage:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The teacher discusses about Suprasegmental Phonemes which include Intonation and Pitch.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Intonation</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">- is the rise and fall of the voice which is an intrinsic feature of English and many other spoken languages. It could also refer the combination of tunes on which we pronounce the syllables that make up our speech.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kinds of Intonation Patterns:</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo4; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">a.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Rising</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">ex. Do you like coffee?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo4; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">b.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Rising – Falling</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">ex. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Close the window</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo4; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">c.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Circumflex</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ex. When will this concert start? (Impatience)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t you love her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Doubt)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pitch</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> – refers to the variable rise and fall of the voice depending on the frequency of vibration of the vocal cords. Its voice varies with age, sex, or the individual. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 25.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Low (1) – generally used to end a sentence.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Normal (2)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- begins a sentence.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">High (3)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- emphasis or stresses a word or syllable.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Extra High (4) – expresses excitement, surprise, or fear.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Closure/ Summary </span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l4 level1 lfo5; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The teacher let one student to summarize the topic discussed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Assessment</span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l4 level1 lfo5; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Read this poem with the correct usage of Intonation and Pitch levels.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Pop Goes the Weasel</b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Up and down the city road,</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In and out the eagle.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s the way the money goes.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pop goes the weasel!</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every night when I go out</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The monkeys on the table</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Take a stick and knock it off;</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pop goes the weasel!</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 80.25pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>June 27, 2011</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Alma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Erana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>AB – English 4-A</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When I was a Child</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">by: Alma A. Erana</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was a child, I always play with my childhood friends</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the morning, afternoon, even in the evening</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Playing, running, singing how happy we are, that cannot be forgotten </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">That was really my habit when I was a child</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And that is the reality as a child can be</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-67642536863971612512011-03-19T22:19:00.000-07:002011-03-24T19:16:22.190-07:00Flip Gothic<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Module 11<span style="color: yellow;"> </span><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Flip Gothic</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Posted by: Alma A.Erana</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Source: </span><span style="font-size: small;">http://www.palhbooks.com/Brainard2.htm</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This Module is intended to:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Show the text of the story Flip Gothic</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Acknowledgment and Appreciate the story </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"> Point out the point of view of the story</span></li>
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <b> Introduction:</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> People have different characteristics in life. For me I must love Literature because I know that Literature is life.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Discussion:<br />
FLIP GOTHIC<br />
By: CECILIA MANGUERRA-BRAINARD</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Mama,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you for agreeing to have Mindy. Jun and I just don’t know what to do with her. I’m afraid if we don’t intervene, matters will get worse. Mia, her Japanese American friend, had to be sent to a drug rehab place. You’d met her when you were here; she’s the tiny girl who got into piercing; she had a nose ring, a belly ring - and something in her tongue. Her parents are distraught; they don’t know what they’ve done, if they’re to blame for Mia’s problem. I talked to Mia’s Mom yesterday and Mia’s doing all right; she’s writing angry poetry but is getting over the drug thing, thank God.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There’s so much anger in these kids, I can’t figure it out. They have everything - all the toys, clothes, computer games and whatever else they’ve wanted. I didn’t have half the things these kids have; and Jun and I had to start from scratch in this country - you know that. That studio we had near the hospital was really tiny and I had to do secretarial work while Jun completed his residency. Everything we own - this house, our cars, our vacation house in Connecticut – we’ve had to slave for. I don’t understand it; these kids have everything served to them in a silver platter and they’re angry.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We’re sure Mindy’s not into drugs - she may have tried marijuana, but not the really bad stuff. We’re worried though that she might eventually experiment with that sort of thing. If she continues running around with these kids, it’s bound to happen. What made us decide to send her there was this business of not going to school. Despite everything, Mindy had always been a good student, but this school year, things went haywire. This was what alerted us, actually, when the principal told us she hadn’t been to school for two weeks. We thought the worst but it turned out she and her friends had been hanging out at Barnes and Noble. It’s just a bookstore; it’s not a bad place, but obviously she should have gone to school. We had to do something. Sending her to the Philippines was all I could think of.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She’ll be arriving Ubec on Wednesday, 10:45 a.m. on PAL Flight 101. Ma, don’t be shocked, but her hair is purple. Jun has been trying to convince her to dye her hair black, for your sake at least, but Mindy doesn’t even listen. Jun has had a particularly difficult time dealing with the situation. It’s not easy for him to watch his daughter “go down the drain,” as he calls it. He feels he has failed not only as a father but as a doctor.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It’s true that it’s become impossible to reason with Mindy, but I’ve told him to let the hair go, to pick his battles so to speak. But he gets terribly frustrated. He can’t stand the purple hair; he can’t stand the black lipstick – yes, she uses black lipstick – and the black clothes and boots and metal. I’ve explained to him that it’s just a fad. Gothic, they call it. I personally think it looks dreadful. I can’t stand the spikes around her neck; but there are more important things, like school or her health. She’s just gotten over not-eating. That was another thing her friends got into - not eating. Why eat dead cows, Mindy would say. She was into tofu and other strange looking things. For months, she wasn’t eating and had gotten very thin, we finally had to bring her to a doctor (very humbling for Jun). The doctor suggested a therapist. One hundred seventy-five dollars an hour. She had several sessions then Mindy got bored and started eating once again. She’s back to her usual weight, but well, the hair and clothing might scare you, so I’m writing ahead of time to prepare you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks once again Ma, for everything, and I hope and pray that she doesn’t give you the kind of trouble she’s been giving us.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your daughter,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Nelia,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She had blue hair, not purple. Arminda explained that she had gone out with her friends and found blue dye - obviously you were unaware of this. She brought several boxes of the dye, including bottles of peroxide. Can you just imagine–peroxide–what if the bottles broke in her suitcase? Apparently, she has to remove color from her hair before dying it blue. The whole process sounds terribly violent on the hair, but I didn’t say anything; I didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Arminda arrived an hour late – PAL, you know how that airline is. She was not wearing boots; she had left them in New York, she explained, and was wearing white platform shoes instead. It’s an understatement to say that operations at Ubec Airport came to a halt when people caught sight of her. People around here like to say Ubec is now so cosmopolitan, with our five-star hotels, our discos and our share of Japanese tourists, but it will always retain its provincial qualities. When I saw Arminda – blue hair, black clothes, sling bag, platform shoes – I was not sure Ubec is ready for Arminda. I had to remind myself that I survived World War Two and therefore will survive Arminda.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Indeed she is rebellious. It does no good to tell her what to do; in fact she goes out of her way to do exactly the opposite of what you say. I have placed her in your old room and have stopped entering the room because the disorder is too much for me to take. Clothes all over the bed and dresser chair, and scattered all over the floor as well. One cannot walk a straight line in that room. There was also the business of blue dye all over the bathroom. The maid Ising spent one whole afternoon scrubbing the tiles with muriatic acid to remove the stains.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Her language is foul, her behaviour appalling. I will not pretend that it’s been easy having Arminda here. I try to give her a lot of leeway because she is just fifteen and doesn’t know any better, but having her here has been purgatory.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frankly, Nelia, I blame you and Jun for all this. If she had been trained properly, if she had been taught right or wrong from the beginning, she would not be this incorrigible brat. Forgive me, but I don’t know what else to call this willful, mouthy, and arrogant child. I have repeatedly called your attention: I have warned you that that child will bring you to your knees if you don’t discipline her. But all I heard from you and Jun was: Ma, don’t be old-fashioned; this is the American way. Here now is the result of your American experiment. My words have proved prophetic, have they not? There is some poetic justice in all this: your daughter has finally shown you the pain parents endure, as I have endured on account of you. I am still trying to figure out why you left for America when you had a good life here. You parroted all the cliches about America–freedom, equality, human rights, opportunities–well, obviously you have learned that cliches are just that.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am not enjoying rubbing it in and pray she can still be saved. And I also pray that you and Jun can alter your ways. You two have become too American for your own good. This has contributed to the problem. You have spoiled her. You yourself admit you have given her everything. Every material thing perhaps, but not a good sense of herself. It is clear this child is terribly insecure, that she does not like herself. Coloring her hair, this outrageous get-up - she is simply hiding behind all these.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another thing, you do not even keep an altar in your home; and even though you go to church when I visit you in New York, I am well aware that you do not always go to Mass on Sundays. Despite all your wealth your family does not have a solid foundation, so there you are. But let us drop the matter for the moment. After all, you and Jun are paying for your mistakes, and I can only hope that it is not too late.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me resume my report on Arminda.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Arminda has been so disagreeable, the kids of Ricardo dislike her intensely. I had hoped they would all get along and that therefore Arminda could spend time with her cousins. I am old, and my interests and hers are very different. Miriam and Oscar are close to her in age. Unfortunately things didn’t work out. In her New York accent Arminda called her cousins backward and ignorant, and therefore they boycotted her. She has only me and the servants who barely speak English. She does not really talk to me but does extend standard cordialities: good morning, Lola, good evening, Lola, at least you have taught her that much.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She is restless; she does not know what to do with herself. She roams around the house and yard. She likes helping the gardener build bonfires in the afternoon; of course her playing with fire makes me nervous so we keep a close eye on her. There is just no telling what will enter her mind. In the evening, she watches television. She is constantly flipping the channels, from Marimar to CNN, my head spins when I watch TV with her. The maids say she reads and writes when she is in her bedroom. I have suggested that she write you and Jun but she says she will never talk nor write to you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obviously, she cannot hang around here forever. I’ve visited schools around here so she can go to school soon. She will not do at St. Catherine’s. The nuns there are as strict today as they had been half a century ago. Ricardo suggests enrolling her in American School. Your brother says American School is more liberal, less traditional; perhaps Arminda will not be so different there.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, another thing, she insists on being called Arminda, not Mindy. She said she has always hated that name; that it reminds her of some dumb television show “Mork and Mindy.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will let you know how her schooling goes.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mama</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Arminda is not in school. I had enrolled her at American School, but the night before she was supposed to go school, she shaved off her head - the whole thing except for the blue bangs. Even the liberal Americans will not have her. She hated school in New York and will never go to school again, she insists.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was very angry but have decided not to force her. At any rate, there is no school in Ubec that will take her. The Christmas holidays are almost here, then there’s the Sinulog festival; nothing much will be happening in school any way. I have told her that she must spend a few hours reading in our library; your father had many history books and there’s the entire collection of the Encyclopedia Brittanica besides. For once she agreed to something.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frankly I feel she is unhappy about having shaved her head. She has been wearing that black fedora hat of hers with the veil in front. When she is not in the library, she sulks in her bedroom. I have raised six children and have eleven grandchildren; I know better than to give her attention.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S. I forgot to mention that it had entered her head to dye the hair of my Santo Nino. Since you were an infant, that poor statue has been standing at the landing of our stairs, unmolested; we offer it flowers, we light candles in front of it; we take it out for the Sinolug parade; the artist Policarpio Lozada carved it from hard yakal wood, which is now impossible to find, and here your daughter comes along and colors its hair bright blue. It looks ridiculous, Nelia–the Child Jesus in red robes with blue hair. When she saw how upset I was, she offered to dye the hair black, but I told her to leave it that way as a reminder to all of what she has done.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am saying the novena to the Santo Nino, patron of lost causes, for your daughter.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Nelia,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don’t know if the Santo Nino had something to do with it, but she has discovered the animals. I have three pigs, one enormous black female and two small males that I’ve earmarked for Christmas lechon. She releases the small ones from their pen in the morning and chases them around. Sometimes I catch her talking to them. The runt, the pink one with freckles down his back, cocks his head to one side and stares at Arminda, as if he is listening. She gets the water hose and hoses them down. The piglets root about and roll around the mud near the water tank, then afterwards, they march back to their pen.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She also plays with my two hens. Abraham had given these to me several months ago, but one day, they started laying eggs and I could not kill them. The chickens run around scot-free and they never learned to lay eggs in a regular place. I’d tried to make nests for them near the garage, but they prefer the many nooks and crannies around the yard. Arminda hunts for the eggs daily. She says the hen that lays brown eggs favors the place under the star apple tree, whereas the hen that lays white eggs lays under the grapefruit tree. She asked the cook to teach her how to prepare the eggs properly so Arminda now knows how to fry eggs, scramble them and make omelettes. This morning, she made me a cheese omelette and she arranged it on the plate with parsley garnish to make it look pretty. She was quite delighted at her creation.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She is really still just a child. I cannot help wondering if your lifestyle there has forced her to grow up too quickly. Your way of life is horrible; when I am there my blood pressure rises from all that hurly-burly. Life does not have to be such a rat race. One ought to “smell the flowers” – as your kitchen poster says.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love and kisses,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mama</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Nelia,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We did not have lechon for Christmas. I had seen it coming. Christmas Eve, when the man I contracted to slaughter and roast the pigs arrived, Arminda begged me not to have the pigs killed. She was in tears. She said she would grow out her hair once again; she promised to behave - anything to save the pigs. Like Solomon I weighed the matter: Christmas meal versus the pigs. I could see that the pigs meant a lot to her, that in fact, the pigs are partly responsible for her more mellow behaviour. In the end I decided to save the pigs. For the first time since her arrival, Arminda kissed me on the cheeks.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She was actually charming to her cousins. We joined them for midnight Mass at Redemptorist church, then later we gathered at home for the Noche Buena meal. Even without the lechon, there was plenty of food. It’s always that way every year, even when you were small, too many rellenos and embotidos; and Ricardo always makes his turkey with that wonderful stuffing. The desserts are another whole story: sans rival, tocino del cielo, meringue, mango chiffon cake, maja blanca, all the way to the humble sab-a bananas rolled in white sugar.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don’t know if it was a joke but Miriam and Oscar gave her a black wig. Arminda removed her hat, tried on the wig and kept it on the whole night. I was surprised to see that she looks a lot like you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Arminda gave everyone poems written in calligraphy on parchment paper. I do not know what mine means but it says:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I fled from you</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A world away</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I turn and</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Find you</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">All around me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As usual, she wore black, but this time it was a dress sewn by Vering. It had a nice flowing skirt, and instead of a zipper, the dress had black ribbons that criss-crossed and tied into a ribbon. She wore black net stockings and black chunky shoes. She continues to wear black lipstick but we have become used to it. Actually we have become used to Arminda and her drama; and I believe she is getting used to us.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope your Christmas has been as lovely as ours.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love and kisses,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mama</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Nelia,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Arminda wanted to know more about the Sinulog festival. People are getting ready for the Sinulog and the Christmas decorations have given way to the banners with the image of the Child Jesus. I explained that even before Christian days, Ubecans have always celebrated during harvest time. When Christianity was introduced, the statue of the Child Jesus, called the Santo Nino, became the focal point of the festivities. People dance to honor the Child Jesus. In parades, people dance to the beat of drums. Some people blacken their faces and they wear costumes and dance through the streets of Ubec. People do get drunk and it can get wild sometimes, so one must know where to go; I told her this because I could see her eyes sparkling with interest.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We visited the Child Jesus at the Santo Nino Church. I could not help myself - I pointed out to her that this original statue does not have blue hair. Embarrassed, she looked down at her shoes and mumbled that she had offered to dye my statue’s hair black. I explained that if we dye the statue’s hair from blue to black to God-knows-what-other-color, it will lose all its hair. She apologized once again for having touched my statue. She said this sincerely and I decided to let the matter go.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I related stories instead about the Santo Nino: how the Child roams the streets at night; how the Child gives gifts of food to His friends. And I told Arminda of how you were born with beri-beri and how I danced to the Child Jesus so that you would be saved.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The last item fascinated her.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“What is beri-beri, Lola?” she asked.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“A disease caused by a lack of Vitamin B,” I said.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“What happened to my Mom?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“She was born near the tail-end of the war, and I had not eat properly when I carried her. Your mother had edema and nervous disorder. Her eyes were rolled up; she was dying.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I didn’t know my Mom almost died.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I prayed to the Santo Nino for her life.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“She never told me she was sick when she was a baby.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Perhaps she did and you didn’t listen.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She furrowed her brows and thought for a while before asking, “How did you pray?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I danced my prayer.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Show me,” Arminda said.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And so outside the Santo Nino Church, we held candles in our hands and we shuffled our dance to the Child Jesus. It was mid-day and quite hot and sweat rolled down our faces as we swayed to the right, then to the left. People gathered to watch us. I am usually shy about this matters, but this time I did not mind. Both of us were laughing when we finished.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She also wanted to see the old Spanish fort, so we drove to Fort San Pedro and later we stopped by the kiosk with Ferdinand Magellan’s cross. This got her interested and she scoured the library for information on Philippine history. She was pumping me full of questions; then this morning, she expressed interest in going back to school. After the Sinulog, I will meet with the principal of the American School.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think, Nelia, that Arminda’s problem has been basically a question of identity. I know Jun has talked to Arminda, telling her she has Filipino blood but that she’s an American citizen. I am not sure that is enough for that child. At the hospital where he works, Jun is treated like a god; he is a doctor and is not subjected to the “looks” and the questions: where do you come from? Or worse – what are you? He doesn’t feel the discrimination, not as much as Arminda may, in your American world.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">These past months, she has immersed herself in our world – granted it is not her world because one day she will return to America – but in the meantime, she has a better understanding of what it means to be Filipino. It is important for one to know where one comes from, in order to know where one is headed.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love and kisses,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mama</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Mom and Dad,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I need six packages of blue dye and three bottles of peroxide. If you call Mia, she can tell you where to buy them. Tell Mia, I’m glad she’s well and that I wish she were here with me. She’d like this place; it’s cool. Tito Ric has brought us to the beaches here, and he’s promised to take us to the rice terraces this summer. He said the place is very old, and there are mummies there, and there are fireflies at night. He also said some of the people there, especially the older ones, have tattoos on their bodies. (He’s already told me I can’t have a tattoo, so you don’t have to worry.) I can’t wait for the summer.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Last week we had the Sinulog. It wasn’t as fancy as the Rose Parade nor the Mardi Gras, but there were numerous parades all over the city. Day and night for a week you could hear the drums beating. People from other towns came to the city and many of them slept along the sidewalks. The city was crammed with people, celebrating and eating and dancing. I went around with Miriam and Oscar. They were such dorks before, but they’re not that bad any more.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For the main parade, we wore costumes – Lola lent Miriam and me some of her old sayas; Oscar blackened his face and wore a huge feathered hat. The three of us had blue hair. People stopped us in the streets to ask about our hair. They fingered our hair and wondered how we turned it blue. We just laughed. We did not tell them we used dye from New York. It was like a secret – our secret.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But I’ve ran out and need more. Be sure and send it; but don’t rush because the school does not allow blue hair. I’ll have to wait until summer vacation before I can dye my hair blue again.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cecilia Brainard </b>was born in 1947 and grew up with her influential family in Cebu City, on the Island of Cebu, Philippines. Cebu appears in her short stories and novel as <i>Ubec</i> (Cebu spelled backwards). Her idyllic childhood is associated with her father, an engineer who was already in his fifties when she was born. Brainard was the youngest of four children. Her father died when she was nine. To cope with the loss of the father figure, she started writing journals at the age of nine. Her writing eventually evolved into essays, then short stories, then novels.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">She is the author and editor of a dozen books, 250 published essays and three-dozen stories. From 1968 to 1981, she worked in the area of communications as a documentary scriptwriter, fundraiser and as an assistant director for a non-profit organization that included responsibilities in public relations and development. Since 1981, she has worked as a freelance writer. She has taught in the Animation Department at the University of Southern California. She teaches creative writing at the UCLA-Extension Writers’ Program. She once wrote a bi-monthly column, <i>Filipina American Perspective</i> for the Philippine American News, a newspaper in Los Angeles from 1982 to 1988. She was a founding member and past officer of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_American_Women_Writers_and_Artists" title="Philippine American Women Writers and Artists">Philippine American Women Writers and Artists</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PEN" title="PEN">PEN</a> America.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">As an author, editor, and teacher, Brainard is like the epic storyteller, <i>Yvonne</i>, in her internationally-acclaimed novel, <i>When the Rainbow Goddess Wept</i>. She promotes Filipino-American writers and Filipino-American literature so that other readers may learn, recover and remember. Her works can be found in periodicals such as <i>Focus Philippines</i>, <i>Philippine Graphic</i>, <i>Mr. and Mrs. Magazine</i>, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katipunan" title="Katipunan">Katipunan</a></i>, <i>Amerasia Journal</i>, <i>Bamboo Ridge</i> and <i>The California Examiner</i> among many others. Her stories have been anthologized in the pages of <i>Making Waves</i> (1989), <i>Forbidden Fruit</i> (1992), <i>Songs of Ourselves</i> (1994), <i>On a Bed of Rice</i></span> (1995), “Pinay: Autobiographical Narratives by Women Writers, 1926-1998″ (Ateneo 2000), “Asian American Literature” (Glencoe McGraw-Hill 2001) and many others.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brainard immigrated to America in 1968 and became a naturalized U.S. citizen in 1972. She eventually married Lauren Brainard, whom she had met in the Philippines when he was serving in the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S." title="U.S.">U.S.</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peace_Corps" title="Peace Corps">Peace Corps</a>. The couple settled in <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Monica" title="Santa Monica">Santa Monica</a>, California where they have three sons namely Christopher, Alexander, and Andrew.</span><br />
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</span></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-18803719023480032242011-03-19T21:09:00.000-07:002011-03-24T19:53:05.545-07:00Manila Without Verana<div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Module 10 <span style="color: magenta;"> </span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Manila Without Verna</span></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Posted by: Alma A. Erana</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Source: http://www.palhbooks.com/cbrainardacapulco.html</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> _________________________________________________________________</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This Module is Intended to:</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Show the the story entitled Manila Without Verna</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Appreciate the beauty of the story </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Distinguish the theme of the story</span></li>
</ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Introduction:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>
</b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life is a precious gift from God. As we go along to our journey in life we must not forget to worship our Almighty God, because without Him we are nothing. We must give thanks to Him of His great love and mercy for us, all His blessings, and graces.</span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Discussion:</b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></ul><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <b>MANILA WITHOUT VERNA</b></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> by: Cecilia Manguerra-Brainard</b></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">AFTER a quarter of a century of living in America, I have turned into some kind of bird, a sparrow perhaps, returning to where I come from, once a year. One of the so-called "balikbayans" (which some people say with a sneer). Indeed we have become strange creatures, we balikbayans, not quite Filipino, not quite American. And still I do my annual trek, as if searching for something, what exactly I do not know, cannot pinpoint why exactly I return. I say it's to visit my mother. I say it's to visit my roots. But it's something else, something vital to my soul. Is it something from my past? Perhaps. So much of the present is linked to the past. Therefore this year, like the year before, and the year before that, I shut down my studio, say goodbye to my agent, and endure the 25-some hour flight from New York to Manila. And this year, I say the weather isn't too bad although Manila is getting smoggy. And my mother says it's the lahar, it has been such since Mt. Pinatubo exploded in 1991, the lahar, diverting rivers, drowning towns, filling the air with blackness that we inhale, that my mother inhales and which sends her and many others in Manila into coughing spells. Bronchitis and asthma, ordinary day-to-day illnesses, this is Manila now unlike the Manila that I knew in the 60s, long stretches of fields between Malate and Quezon City, stretches of nothingness, a canopy of blue sky, now there are houses and buildings, and traffic that can try a saint. Manila.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">My school friends still remember me. Tess, especially, who was my best friend in high school, and who has remained a special friend always. "You must come to dinner. It's for the February celebrants," she insists. In their middle-age, my Theresian classmates have bonded and hold monthly dinners for their birthday celebrants. "It'll be at the clubhouse at my apartment. And we'll have a program, poetry reading! Bring your favorite poem to share. And you must tell us about your recent show. I heard it was a success."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tess lives in Pacific Plaza, where Imelda Marcos has moved in recently; and when I arrive the women are huddled gossiping about the former first lady-something about Imelda forgetting to pay her phone bill and PLDT cutting her line. Twenty women whom I barely recognize, laughing giddily as if it's 1964 again, young 16 year olds, giggling without any care. A memory comes to me-our high school graduation night. After the ceremony, we returned to our classroom to gather our things for the last time. Someone started sobbing (was it Verna?), and a spell was cast, and all of us sat still and began crying, for no specific reason at all, just some vague sadness at the recognition that a chapter of our lives had ended, and that there was something out there for us, what exactly we didn't know.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sister Agnes is present, a treat I understand because she doesn't usually attend these gatherings. There she sits looking very much like Sister Agnes of the past, large eyes with a startled expression, that tentative smile, that low clear voice recounting details about all of us. How does she do it? She must have had thousands of students, and still she remembers my Hong Kong-bought black shoes with Cuban heels, and she recounts with a laugh how much Tess loved cucumbers in her sandwiches. When we were freshmen in high school, Sister Agnes frightened us so much, we'd jump when she walked up to us. She was known as the terror. But she became our teacher in our Junior year, and even though she was strict, she loved us. We "belonged to her" and she tolerated our foibles. Once, standing in line for a long time; Tess and I became bored and we left the line to peer down some pipe. There was nothing there really, just a pipe shoved down the earth; and there we stood, with a vacuous expression, staring at the pipe and earth. Sister Agnes approached us; we jumped, ready to be punished. Instead she stared at the pipe and earth and declared, "Well, there's nothing there. Get back in line."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">They ask how I'm doing; they say they've been reading about me, that they're proud of me, so glad that I've "mainstreamed," one of few Filipino artists who have done so in the States. I smile, answer their questions, but do not go on and on about my work. It's taken me over two decades to learn my art, to make a name, to build a reputation-how can I sum up what I've done in a few minutes? How can they truly know the difficulties I've faced as a so-called "minority woman" in White America? How can they understand how much I put into my art, that it must be more than good, that it must stand out? How can they know the politics involved, the networking to gain whatever edge I can? How can they know the dry spells, the times when there's nothing, nothing worthwhile coming out on the canvas, and the panic I feel over this aridity? I smile, say things are just fine, that yes, my recent show went well, and yes I'll do one in Manila soon, perhaps at the Manila PEN. I avoid revealing to them the private details of my life-that I have no children, that in fact my husband left me because I did not want to have a child. Details-mundane, painful-that add another texture to the picture I have created of myself these years.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After the explosion of greetings and remembrances, we settle down to chat and eat. I'm in a table with Araceli, Darn, Carol, Aida, Henedina, old friends, so we have an easy time catching up. Tess is in her element, flitting about, playing hostess. After dinner, she emcees the program. She cajoles everyone to get up to read a poem or recall favorite stanzas. Everyone hams it up in front of the mike, even shy Monina dares to read a poem. It's as if Sister Agnes's presence validates our youth-if she's around, surely we couldn't be that old? Silly young girls this balmy February night.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">When the poetry reading disintegrates to nursery rhymes, Tess recovers the mike to read a poem by Maya Angelou. Her voice is soft and seductive like the night outside:</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The caged bird sings</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">with a fearful trill</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">of things unknown</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">but longed for still</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">and his tune is heard</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">on the distant hill</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">for the caged bird</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">sings of freedom.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">She pauses (as we all feel a pause in our hearts); then she invites others to continue the program. But we've run out of poems. Everyone who has brought a poem has shared it, and there is a lull in the program. The mike is passed around like a hot potato-here Carol, you emcee, no, you do it Araceli, no you do it.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sister Agnes gets up, takes the mike from Tess's hands and says: I would like to say something.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">A shadow flits across her face, and briefly I wonder if we forgot to say our prayers before eating. Sister says, "Tess's reading of "The Caged Bird" has reminded me of someone close to my heart, to our hearts. There is one of you who is not present here, and I want to remember her."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know whom she is talking about-Verna. Verna, the other class artist aside from myself. Verna who did vivid water colors and oils that brought me to rain forests and the Cordilleras. Soft-spoken Verna, who unlike the other "artsy" ones in class, was most conservative in appearance. We dared wear clunky boys' shoes, she wore dainty black shoes that looked like ballet shoes. As the class artists, she and I were often pitted against each other. In our junior year there was an art contest and she and I knew we were the only serious candidates. I won the P200 price; and I was afraid that she would stay away from me. But no, when the winner was announced, Verna was the first to congratulate me. We became friends, meeting during recess and for lunch.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Verna talked me into joining the Solidality, and Sister Agnes got us started on visiting the sick at Philippine General Hospital. The very first time we went, we ran across a nurse carrying a basin filled with blood. I almost threw up. I hated that hospital, hated the indigent patients who clung to us with a desperation that took days to wash away from my skin, my soul. Verna did not mind talking to the patients, consoling them, giving them hope. "They're poor," she explained, as if I were unaware of that fact.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Verna fell in love with a boy of eight with kidney problems. Every Saturday, we visited the hospital, and she saw that boy. She brought him little gifts, toys and candies. He lit up when he saw her walking toward his bed. There was something I did not approve about that relationship, something that disturbed me. "He really likes you," I said, in a tone that was more reprimanding than I had wanted it to be.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I like him too," she replied.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But is that all right? Is it really all right for us to like these patients? We won't be members of the Solidality forever and then we won't be back, and then what will happen to them? We can't be friends with them, have them expect things from us, then abandon them?"</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"They'll go on without us."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">She said this so calmly, it infuriated me. Verna had a way of being self-righteous sometimes. She had a way of knowing black from white; whereas I always had too many gray areas in my life. Even now, there are a lot of gray areas in my life.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">One Saturday-it was March, almost the end of the school year-we visited the hospital. I was edgy because I figured it was time for Verna to say goodbye to the child, to explain to him that finals were coming and summer vacation would soon be here, that we would not be back to see him. "You must tell him, Verna, otherwise, he'll go on waiting for you."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Don't worry," she said.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">When we entered the children's ward, his empty bed loomed in front of us. Verna and I glanced at each other. Without being told, we knew. The dayshift nurse confirmed that the boy was dead. All we could do was walk to the chapel and pray. Verna cried. I cried with her, but inside I felt that I had been right after all, that she shouldn't have gotten involved with that child. I picked up the idea then that relationships need to be measured in terms of the toll on one's self or one's goals. I don't believe Verna learned that lesson.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sister Agnes's voice brings me back to the the clubhouse, to the present. "Do you know what happened to Verna?" she is asking.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">We nod. Someone says, "She died in a car accident."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tess wrote me about Verna's car accident in Mindanao. I'd just finished a huge painting of a "Mother and Child," in an Ifugao motif. I knew it was excellent, and I was feeling fuzzy the way I do when I create something really fine. The mailman came, and I spotted Tess's handwriting on an envelope. I opened her letter and found out about Verna. It was strange, but one of the first emotions that went through me was resentment that Verna had never even dropped me a postcard.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"There's more to the story than that," Sister continues.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?" we ask. What more could there have been except for the fact that Verna died at 30?</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"After graduation, Verna continued to visit me," Sister Agnes said. "She went to art school and I even helped get her a teaching position. She was an excellent art teacher. Things were going just fine for Verna until she met a man named Hector. Verna's greatest mistake, in my opinion, was falling in love with Hector. The political situation was very bad at that time, and Hector was an activist. Verna followed him wherever he went. I saw them in Negros where they were conducting teach-ins for farmers. You recall that land reform was a big issue then. Verna and Hector were against the Marcos government and were deeply involved with the more radical political elements.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"In Negros, Verna told me that she loved Hector and would marry him. I wondered about this because I noticed another young woman who kept following Hector around. It was clear, at least to me, that Hector was keeping both Verna and this woman in tow. But Verna loved him too much and either ignored the situation, or believed that Hector's infatuation over the woman would pass.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Apparently, Hector's affection for the other woman did not fade because even when he and Verna were married, this woman continued to hang around them. This hurt Verna of course, and she mentioned this to me during her visits. But she could not leave him. That's what she said to me, 'I can't leave him. I love him.' By this time, she had given up her art. She was fully devoted to Hector and his causes.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"When the Marcos government started cracking down on anti-government elements, Hector and Verna went underground. I didn't hear from her for several years, but one day, Verna, with a baby in her arms, came to see me. She said she, Hector, and their baby would be leaving soon for the States, that things would be better, that they could work for the people over there. The baby was beautiful, clear-skinned with slanted eyes, like Verna's. There was one brief reference of that woman friend of Hector. Verna said it calmy, but I could imagine her pain over the situation. It seemed to me that all she wanted was a quiet life with Hector and their child. For years, she and Hector had lived a harsh life, hiding from the government, working for what they believed was good for the people. So you see, in many ways, Verna was a caged bird.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, you know how the story ends. One day, Hector, Verna, and their baby were in a car, near Davao. The military ambushed them; Verna was killed. Hector and the baby escaped. Why only Verna died, I'll never understand. A part of me says that she died because she wanted to die. Maybe loving Hector was too much for her. That was her biggest mistake, you know, loving that man.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So now, since we are gathered here, let us remember Verna for just a moment and pray for the eternal repose of her soul."</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After saying prayers for the dead, we mumble to one another surprise at Sister Agnes's story. None of us knew about Hector; none of us knew about the other woman; none of us knew about the ambush.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am left with emotions so turbulent, I do not know where to begin to sort them out. I feel guilty that Verna is dead while I survived and am an artist with some measure of success. But at the same time I envy her political involvement and nobility to the end. I was not even in the Philippines when things were bad, when people like Verna were getting killed; I was in New York, making compromises to get where I am now. Again that huge expanse of gray in my life, while Verna knew what black was and what white was. I look at my life and my accomplishments and the price I've had to pay for all this; and I look at Verna's brief life; and I wonder who of us won this time. That art contest in high school-how simple it had been to win that P200. It has never been as simple ever again. Never. A sadness starts to gnaw inside me and will not leave. A pain that probably has been there for so many years I do not when it began.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">When the others leave and only five of us remain, we ascend to Tess's apartment on the 40th floor. It is a magnificent apartment, surrounded by picture windows that make you feel as if you're floating on top of Manila. We immediately gravitate to the enormous picture window in the living room that reveal to us Manila as we have never seen it before-a sprawling metropolis, a-glitter with multicolored lights. It's like staring at Hong Kong from Victoria's Peak at night. How glamorous Manila looks. Even with its smog, its poverty, its traffic, its turbulent history, Manila lays before me like a mysterious and beautiful woman. Manila moves me.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can feel a stirring in me, an urge to capture this picture on canvas; (and always with that creative urge is a sense of excitement, of life.) It will be more than the sprawling city scene before me. The challenge as I see it will be to capture the evening on my canvas, maybe capture my sadness, maybe even capture Verna there.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will call my creation: "Manila Without Verna."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I analyzed this story Manila Without Verna it seems the barkadas are coming back to Cebu wherein they met for acquaintance every year. Although one is lacking, of their barkada from high school they still celebrate the home coming celebration. Each of them recall the past event during their high school days and imagining one of their barkadas had passed away so both of them became sad. So even if people like Verna, disappeared Manila is still there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Biography of Cecelia Manguerra Brainard </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Ms. Brainard is a Filipina writer based in California. She was born in Cebu, Philippines, attended St. Theresa's College in Cebu and in San Marcelino, Manila. She went to Maryknoll College, graduating with a degree in Communications Arts. She also did graduate work in film making at UCLA, but somehow found her way back to writing, which has been a passion since she was a young girl. </span></div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Brainard started writing in a diary when she was 14. The journal-writing evolved to writing essays, then short stories, then novels. She is now the author and editor of nine books, has published over 250 essays and three dozen stories. From 1969-81, she worked in the area of Communications, working as a documentary scriptwriter and as an Assistant Director of Development which included responsibilities in public relations. Since 1981, she has worked as a free lance writer and has also been teaching in the Animation Department, University of Southern California, and UCLA-Extension Writers’ Program. </span></div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Brainard’s published books are: <i>Cecilia’s Diary</i> (Anvil, forthcoming); <i>Magdalena </i> (Plain View Press, 2002); <i>Acapulco At Sunset and Other Stories</i> (Anvil, 1995); <i>When the Rainbow Goddess Wept</i> (Dutton, 1994, which first appeared as <i>Song of Yvonne</i>, New Day Publishers, 1991; Plume paperback, 1995); <i>When the Rainbow Goddess Wept</i> (University of Michigan Press, 1999); <i>Philippine Woman in America</i> (New Day Publishers, 1991); and <i>Woman With Horns and Other Stories</i> (New Day Publishers, 1988). Among the books Ms. Brainard has edited are: <i>Contemporary Fiction by Filipinos in America</i> (Anvil, 1998); <i>Fiction by Filipinos in America</i> (New Day, 1993); and <i>Growing Up Filipino: Stories for Young Adults</i> (PALH & Anvil, forthcoming). </span></div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Brainard has received such awards as: a Certificate of Recognition from the California State Senate, 21st District (2001); the Filipinas Magazine Achievement Award for Arts and Culture (2001); the California State Summer School for the Arts Award (2000); the Outstanding Individual Award from the City of Cebu, Philippines (1998); the Makati Rotarian Award (1994); the Literature Award, Filipino Women's Network (1992); the City of Los Angeles Certificate of Appreciation (1992); the Brody Arts Fund Fellowship (1991); the Special Recognition Award, Los Angeles Board of Education (1991); the City of Los Angeles Cultural Grant (1990-91); the California Arts Council Artists' Fellowship in Fiction (1989-90); the PALM Honorable Mention Award for story “Welcome to America” (1989); a Recognition Award, NAMFREL (Nat'l Citizen Movement for Free Elections) (1987); the Fortner Prize, for the story “The Balete Tree” (1985).</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"> Ms. Brainard became a naturalized U.S. citizen in 1972. She is married and has three sons. Contact address: P.O. Box 5099, Santa Monica, CA 90409. Web site address: <a href="http://www.ceciliabrainard.com/" style="text-decoration: underline;"> http://www.ceciliabrainard.com</a></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Guide Questions:</b></span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Why does the author entitled the story Manila Without Verna?</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Why does the characters of the story Manila Without Verna met in Cebu?</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>How does the group of characters of the story meet together?</b></span></li>
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</b></span> </div><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></ul><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-63533886117765590512011-03-06T00:05:00.000-08:002011-03-24T21:08:24.514-07:00Panulaang Cebuano<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Module 9 <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Panulaang Cebuano</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Posted by: Alma Erana</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Source: An Anthology of first prize-winning stories edited by Resil B. Mojares</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> This Module is intended to:</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li>Show the Panulaang Cebuano</li>
<li>Appreciate the Panulang Cebuano</li>
<li>Acknowledge the Panulaang Cebuano </li>
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Introduction:</b> This Module is served to be an educational supplement to the students in order for them to enhance their learning about Panulaang Cebuano.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Discussion:</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Panulaang Cebuano</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<b>Haring Gangis ug Haring Leon</b><br />
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<b>[Ang Haring Gangis misulti sa iyang mga sakop]</b><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nganiya, niadtong usa ka adlaw</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ang Leon nagalakawlakaw</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ug ako nga diha sa dalan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Iya lamang gitumban.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pagkat ang bata sa pagtulog</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Laging sa ina'y nakatabi</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sahig ay ayaw na magalaw</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Minamahal niyang parang itlog</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pitong taon na ang gaulang niya</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">At ang ngipin ay nanghingo na</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Simula na ang penitensiya</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ng mga magulang niya</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kanya na ang lahat ng bisyo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kahit anong pilit mahimo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa mga magulang ay perhuwisyo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pinagbibigyan lahat ng gusto</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kaya't ating alalahanin</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sakripisyong kanilang dinaanan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Huwag nating lapastanganin</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ang ating mga magulang.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <b>Among Bandila</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Tomas Bagyo</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Mao ang sa mahimayaong banagnagbanag </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa Adlaw sa Kagawasan gibanwagan </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa kahitas-an sa human malumpag </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ang bilanggoan sa among yutang natawhan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa kahitas-an ko, anaa siya anaa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ginahuros sa tanang kahanginan;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Apan nianang mananaog nga Agila</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dili madagit, dili kahilabtan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kay nasayud ang tibuok kalibutan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nga tungud kaniya daghang nangagas </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nga dugosa among kaigsoonan;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Busa alaut kaniya ang matumpalas!...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nianang mga bulok niya nga bughaw,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Mapula ug maput mobuling dili</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kanang mahugawng bulok sa katalaw</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nga sa pagkaulipon maoy buhing binhi.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kanang Adlaw ug tulo ka bitoon</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nga mga maanyag, gipatik kaniya,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dili mangapala biasan dagiton</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Si Pilipinas ning dakung Agila.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <b>Tagalog Translation</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Aming Bandila</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ni: Tomas Bagyo</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yao'y sa maluwalhating bukang liwayway</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa Araw ng Kalayaan binasbasang liwayway</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ng kaitaasan matapos mawasak,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ang bilangguan ng aming Lupang Tinubuan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa kaitaasan, naririyan siya,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hinihipan ng lahat ng hangin;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Matagumpay man ang Agila'y</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hindi nito magagalaw, hindi matatangay.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pagkat alam ng buong mundo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Na dahil sa kanya, maraming dugo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ng aming kapatid ang umagos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kaya't masasawi ang sa kanya'y tumampalasan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Masdan ang kulay niyang bughaw,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pula at puti ang hindi marurumhan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ng maburak na kulay ng karuwagang </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Buhay na binhi ng kaalipinan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Iyang araw at tatlong bituing </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Marikit na sa kanya'y nakatatak</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ay di mabubura, matangay man </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ang Pilipinas nitong makaking Agila.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Gugma ug Bahandi</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dinapit sa tamalayong palad </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ako ang bulak sa di madugay kutloon;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa kamot nga wala kanako maghalad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ug di maoy tag-iya ning kabubut-on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Natawo aron sa kasakit mag-antus</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Danhang gihibalag nga kaoaitan;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Usahay kawad-an sa gugmang tim-os,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Usahay sa pag pamana pagbut-an.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Usa ka kasingkasing nga masulub-on</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">May katarunangan sa pag-angkon ning palad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Apa ayyy... ning kalibutan ang kabus</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Daugdaugon man lamang ug ilogan sa paghalad.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b> Tagalog Translation</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b> Pag-ibig at Yaman</b></span><br />
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Nasadlak sa kasawiang palad</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ako'y bulaklak, di maglalaoy kikitlin</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ng kamay na di sa akin sumusuyo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At di nagmamay -ari ng aking puso.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Isinilang upang sa pihagti magtiis,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kay daming dinaranas na kapaitan;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kung minsan sa pagsintang tunay nawawalan </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kung minsan sa pag-aasawa pinakikialaman.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Isang pusong nagdadalamhati </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ang may karapatan nitong palad</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ngunit ayyy...sa daigdid ang mahirap</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Inaapi't inaagawan ng kasintahan.<br />
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<b> MGA LUHA SA NAHANAWNG KAGAHAPON </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> ni: Melchor U. Yburan</b><br />
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Nagkalayo, nagkalayo ang imong bayhoni </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Apan nagkaduol, nagkaduol ang mga gutling<br />
Nga nag-uwang sa duha ta ka pagbati<br />
Nga nagbakho sa atong matag kasingkasing;<br />
Diin ang masulob-on tang anino<br />
Nahimong haw-ang sa mawilihong panamilit<br />
Kay ang kamingaw sa atong panagbulag<br />
Nagdugtong man sa mga kasakit<br />
Sa mitaliwang gugma sa atong kabatan-on!<br />
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Nagkaduol, nagkaduol ang mga gutling¡<br />
Bisan pa sa panaglagyo sa atong mga lakang<br />
Diin ang masakit natong panagkita<br />
Maoy daklit nga pagtago sa atong mga luha;<br />
Ug kita, nahimong imahen sa pagtakuban<br />
Aron paglimod sa matuod nga kahulogan,<br />
Bisan pa sa pahiyom sa atong mga ngabil;<br />
Apan sulod sa nagbakho tang kasingkasing<br />
Nangngutngot ang maidlot nga basuni<br />
Sa nalumpag nga bantayog sa atong panumpa!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <b>Analysis</b><br />
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The poems are nice to read, and we must appreciate our own Cebuano literary pieces.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<b>Guide Question</b>:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Why do we need to promote our own Panulaang Cebuano?</span></li>
</ul><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote our own Panulaang Cebuano?</span></li>
</ul><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">What are the circumstances if we are not valuing our own Panulaang Cebuano?</span></li>
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</div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-87077629300755184492011-02-23T01:43:00.000-08:002011-03-06T00:12:08.367-08:00Cebuano TheaterModule 8: Cebuano Theater<br />
Posted by: Alma A. Erana<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p>Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebuano_Theater</o:p></span></div> <br />
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This Module is intended to:<br />
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<ul><li>Explain the Cebuano Theater </li>
<li>Describe the Cebuano Theater</li>
<li>Appreciate the Cebuano Theater </li>
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This module is served as an educational supplement in learning about Cebuano Theater<b>.</b><br />
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<b>Discussion:</b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Cebuano theater</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Cebuano theater refers to the theater arts of the Cebuano people and those conducted in the Cebuano language. It also refers to contemporary productions and adaptations produced in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Pre-19th century</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Cebu</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> has a long tradition of the theater arts. The arrival of Ferdinand Magellan in 1521 and Miguel López de Legazpi in 1565 both occasioned the performance of religious rituals that had the basic elements of theater. In 1598, a Spanish comedy written by the Jesuit Francisco Vicente Puche was performed in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> during the inauguration of a grammar school. In 1609 another Jesuit wrote a Cebuano play about the life of St. Barbara, which was performed in <st1:place w:st="on">Bohol</st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The next two centuries are sketchy in historical records.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Late 19th century</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">In 1880 a Spanish zarzuela was performed in Cebu by members of Compania de Navarro, a visiting troupe from <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>. The prompter of the Compania, Eduardo Lopez, stayed in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> and became an important personality in the local theater. Other theater personalities at this time include Sabas Veloso, Sebastian Lingatong and Balbino Abadia.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">In 1894 a Spanish play entitled El Alcalde Interino was held during the feast of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">St. John</st1:place></st1:city> the Baptist. Lopez, Veloso, Lingatong, Maximo Abadia, Leoncio Avila, and Simplicia Alcantara (a singer of the Compania) were included in the performers. The guest during this performance was the governor of <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> at that time, Gen. Inocencio Junquera. He was impressed by the performance but realized that a bigger space than the convent of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Parian</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Church</st1:placetype></st1:place> (where the play was held) was required. This led to his construction of the Teatro Junquera (see Junquera's article for more information).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Outside Cebu, Cebuano theater was liveliest in the town of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Valladolid</st1:place></st1:city> (now Carcar), where a local form of the theater, called linambay became popular. Some of the more popular linambays were Gonzalo de Cordoba, Doce Pares, and Orondates.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Vicente Sotto's heyday: realistic Cebuano plays</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">In 1902, a young man named Vicente Sotto attacked the decadent forms of linambay in his newspaper Ang Suga. He was challenged by a friend to write his own play as he was always attacking the linambay form. Sotto wrote the Cebuano "Ang Paghigugma sa Yutang Nataohan" (Love of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Native</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Land</st1:placetype></st1:place>) as a response. The play was successful; Sotto organized the Compania de Aficionados Filipinos. Within the year, two more plays were written by Sotto: Elena, which deals of a girl's love for an insurrecto; and Aurora, which deals with a scandal involving the priests and nuns of the Colegio de la Inmaculada Concepcion. Realism in Cebuano theater was stretched too much however; even Sotto himself was a victim of the movement he started, when prior to his running for mayor in 1907, a play entitled "Ang Taban" (1906, by Teodulfo V. Ylaya) was released. The play dealt with a kidnap allegation involving Sotto.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b>Contemporary Theater</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Contemporary theater in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> ranged from street theatre, balak-dula, expressionistic theater, and musical theater. The Cebuano's love for music brought on the staging of several Broadway plays performed by Cebuano talents leaving original Cebuano plays in the background. Several efforts from various organizations including the Arts Council of Cebu and LUDABI were made to bring back the love and respect for stage plays in Cebuano written by local artists. A good number of modern playwrights and directors emerged through the years to include Daisy Ba-ad, Al Evangelio, Raje Palanca and Allan Jayme Rabaya. Their original works have been staged by various schools and organizations.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">One of the leading school-based theatre groups is the University of San Carlos Theatre guild, who have been successfully producing at least 2 theatre runs per year for the past two decades. Independent groups emerged such as Al Evangelio's Pasundayag Sugbo, Daisy Baad's Out of the Box Theatre Co., Raymond Ordoño's Crystal Cavalier Productions, Jamna Gicole's Repertory for Young Professionals in Theatre, and Hendri Go's Little Boy Productions.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Currently, Cebu Theatre runs up to 20 titles per year.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span><b>Guide Questions:</b></div><br />
<ul><li><b>Why is it important to preserve and promote our own Cebuano Theater?</b></li>
<li><b>How do we promote our own Cebuano Theater?</b></li>
<li><b>What are the circumstances if we are not valuing our own Cebuano Theater?</b></li>
<li><b>When was our Cebuano Theater originated/started?</b></li>
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shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-25341270868297326092011-02-23T00:49:00.000-08:002011-03-24T19:44:36.129-07:00Cebuano Songs<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Module 7: Cebuano Songs</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Posted by: Alma A. Erana</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Source: http://cebumusic.tripod.com</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> ___________________________________________</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> This Module is intended to:</div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li>Show Cebuano Songs to the readers</li>
<li>Acknowledge our own Cebuano Songs</li>
<li>Appreciate the Cebuano Songs</li>
</ul><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Introduction:</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> </b>This Module is served to be an instrument in promoting our own Cebuano Songs.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Discussion:</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> <b>by: Max Surban</b></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Pasayawa ko
inday</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Sayaw lang sa uban</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Ikaw may gusto ko</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Nganong ako nga ana may uban</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Pagaksa nalang ko day</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Di ko lagi kay wa koy gusto</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Irog irog, unsay irog, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">sibog sibog
unsay sibog,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> unsay sibog sibog ngarig dyutay</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Pastilan nimo inday,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> pagkawala moy kalooy</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Oy ang gugma undo, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">dimadalag looy looy </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Pahaluka nalang kug dyutay, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">unsay halok oy unsay dyutay</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Irog irog, unsay irog, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">sibog sibog
unsay sibog,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">unsay sibog sibog ngarig dyutay</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Pahaluka ko day, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">asa man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> sa imong aping</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Nganom man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> ako ay molakaw, asa man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Ngadto sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Davao</st1:city></st1:place>, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">aw diay</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Maayo iniini maghimo kita
ug handuman, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">unsa man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> panyong binurdahan
sineprahan sa imong ngalan,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> aw diay
Paminaw ra undo,</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> ngano man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> aniay tambag
Unsa man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> paghinayhinay do, ngamo man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> ikaw mabonggo aw diay</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Maayo pa undo palayo nalang kanako,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ngano man?</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
kay dili ka gayud makadama
ning akung dughan,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">aw diay
Paliton ko day ang imong kaanyag</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Aniay lima nga akung ihatag, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">dawata ni kini </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Ayaw diha ug tinunto undo ngano ba ug dili dili ko mamenyo</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Madubok ikaw,</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> bisan, sigi na lagi, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">dili
Wa nay mupunit,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> ngano bag way molingi</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Kay ang gugma ko</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> dili kabayran ug lima lang ka pesos
Aron lang magum-os. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
Tingali unya ikaw magbasol
niaanang imong hikug-hikug </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Sigi sigi na, ha ha ha
Aniay <st1:city w:st="on">lima</st1:city>, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ha ha ha
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Lima</st1:city></st1:place> kalibo ni,</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">
be tan-awon ta be </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Bwahahaha wa ka kuyapi
che che</span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><span style="font-size: 10pt;">
<o:p></o:p></span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">
<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>BALELING</b></span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>by: Max Surban </b></span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b></b></span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mutya ka Baleling sa katahum<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Timgas pa sa puti nga baybayon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tila na Baleling layo-layo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Si Tangkay Baleling pasibuto<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bangkaw-banal Baleling matayo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Utol kaw Baleling pamalayo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Narration:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mutya ka Baleling sa katahum<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Timgas sa puti nga baybayon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kon ikaw Baleling ang mawala<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kon ikaw Baleling di ko makita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gugma ko Baleling magahulat<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Taliwala ning lawod sa mga luha...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>Gugmang gi-atay<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> The ambassadors<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kung ikaw masayod<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Og paminawon mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay kung pananglit<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Panggiran mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mga panompaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pasalig ko<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kung galing kalit ka mobiya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Di ko kapogyan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Balon mga luha kay ikaw akong himaya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Handomon matag karon og unya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ikaw langit og yuta akong pinangga<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Unya mo ako lang kangit2x og gikuyogan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sa ulan og sa kalit lng nahanaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang giblisyo sa adlaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Oh kahag sa imong panugway nga<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Naulipon sa gugmang giatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Inday paminawa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">taos</st1:city></st1:place> kong gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Na kanimo akong gigasa dli mo man mahatag ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tanan bahandi ning kalibotana apan inday<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gahintaw nalaot na naulipon sa gugmang giatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> HILOT<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> by: Jay-R Siaboc</b></span>
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kung akoy mulakaw unya inig uli hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kung di ko kalakaw dili sad ko maka hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang among silingan sigihan nako ug hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Hasta iyang nanay ako sad hiloton<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Uyab ni Pundoy sigihan nako ug hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Hasta si Pundoy ako sad hiluton<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></b>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> SENIOR CITIZEN</span></b>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> <b>by: Aggressive</b></span></st1:state></st1:place>
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Audio</span></st1:state></st1:place>
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt;">. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. lo.. la.. la.. la.. lo la<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt;">. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. l..a lo laaaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang akong lolo magsige lag pa gwapo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bisag wala na siya'y buhok sa iyang ulo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang akong lola kay mag lagot niya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay ang chicks kay pwirting niyang pilita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sigeg pamada bisag nangurog ika ihi na<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mao kana si lolo ang akong lolo na gwapo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Karon si lola nasad ang nagpa gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nag butag pulbos lipstick mag maskara<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Unya si lolo pwirting niyang lagota<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay si lola magsul-ob diay og mubo na saya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sigeg lamba lamba bisag nangurog ang tuhod niya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mao kana si lola ang akong lola na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(churos)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sa dihang nag lalis sila kung kinsa gyud ang gwapo og gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Niabot si mama nagdala og planggana gibunalan silang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(back to chorus)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt;">.la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..lola..la..lolaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt;">.la..la..la..la..la..la.. la..la..laa.. lolaaaaaaaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> CHARING</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> <b> by: 1017</b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">ayaw nakog ilara pa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kaila nako sa imoha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">magpa sweet sweet paka sa ako<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ikugan man diay kang dako<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga seksi ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">barako man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">nagpadala ko og dyesmel<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kay nagtoo ko nga ikaw <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka anghel<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">nasayang lang jud ang akong kwarta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">demonyo man diay kang kagwanga ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga gwapa ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">macho man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga seksi ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">barako man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>CHINITA</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ako karon nageskwela<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Daghan klasmeyt nga amega<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pwerte pa jud nilang gwapaha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May mistisa ug chinita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Refrain:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay lage estudyante<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pirmi jud sa library<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Abi nimo mag-study<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay diay magbantay sa mangagi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Inday, nagtabisay akong laway<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tungod sa matahom mong panagway<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">In-love jud ko sa klasmeyt ko nga chinita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay nindot siya mo-porma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Labi na kung mo-smile pa sa ako-a<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">2<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kung mag-hi ko sa iyaha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sige lang jud siyag pandeadma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Wala siya kahibalo nga ako neseryoso<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sa gugma kong tinud-anay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Hapit na gani ko magpakamatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Maangkon lang ang gugma mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ug kana ikalipay ko<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Break<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Repeat Chorus 3x<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b></b></span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> Liar Evil<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> By: Agressive Audio</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gigutom si dodong john john nangita og<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kan-anan aron mahuwasan ang naghilab niyang tiyan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ni order og paklay tawgi og barbekyong atay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><st1:city w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Lima</span></st1:city><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> ka platong kan-on og <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka bandihadong bihon..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pagkahuman og kaon nanghingiki sa iyang ngipon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pagpaningil sa tindera nikalit lang og drama-drama<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pahilahiklak sa lamesa bisag deli madalag artista<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikawat iyang pitaka.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang gwapo na boknoy sige lag suroy-suroy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Buntag udto hapon ang pamahaw tingbon sa panihapon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Way lain buhaton mag stambay kay manglabni og celpon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Deli ra ba mokuha kung ang pon nimo way kamera<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kaluoy sa dalaga celphone niya tiway na<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gipangita siya ni spo1 juan way kalibutan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Hasta niya gyud niyang kurata kay siya gipangutana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ingon siya wa ko kaila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Naabay tikasan na motug-an<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Naabay kawatan na motug-an<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b> </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>BUGNO SILA<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">INTRO:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila, nagkayagaw na lang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mga agta, awswang, ug mga tikbalang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nagkagidlay, nagkatuwad sila sila bomba<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ako lang dungog kay okey ra na day<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila bira! Wa ka kuyapi?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">bugno sila manananggal ug aswang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">nagkalintuwad, nabulahog natikay-ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">bugno kawrasay, nabugto ang bra<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">napukas ang palda walay panty ang isa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">lagnutay suok nangaligid sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ug sige bugno sila, ang mga kontrabida<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">II-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila nagsige’g nilayugay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ang agta mitiyabaw kay gi bungsakalay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ug mikatawa ang dwende nga nalipay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Unya nakita ang ikog nga gabitay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ug hastang aswang, nakitang aswang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mikamangkamang mura’g iro’ng buang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pagliso niya postiso natangtang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gihagkan siya sa guwapo nga tikbalang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Unya hala sige, riot na sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Rock into disco ug chacha nagkarambula<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Duwende nga cute, wakwak na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">* mituwad tuwad ang balbal nga dako ug mata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">misayaw ang sigben gusting moromansa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ug sige’g riot sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">buntagay karambula<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">dunay engkanto ng tsismosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May misakay’g sige na mistesa(bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Dunay iro nga mura’g abo (bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bag-ong showbiz dunay intriga sila (bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May motukar kay kayabag<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Dunay yabag kay mokanta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Saksak sinagol ang estorya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Busa hala sige, riot na sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Rap into disco ug chacha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nagkarambola,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Duwende nga cute, wakwak na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(balik sa * hangtod sa karambola)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Finale:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila(5x)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(balik sa **, *)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">IV-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May nangapiang, nabungi, natakiang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May empakto nga atras abante ang lakang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sanlibo nga bayot murag gawi nga bakang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nahuboog sa sukà, nalipong natikay-ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nagkamuritsing ug nagkagidlay na lang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May libat nga zombie, nagsigiseggggggg…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">(Balik sa II)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Coda:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila(5x)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>GIKUMOT-KUMOT<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gipanumpa ko na, nga kitang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Magtiunay sa ato nga gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">abi mo kita, magkadayon na,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kay sa gugma mo, nanumpa ka...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Gipanumpa ko na, nga kitang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Magtiunay sa ato nga gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">abi mo kita, magkadayon na,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kay sa gugma mo, nanumpa ka...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay Gikumot-kumot, gikumot-kumot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">gikumot-kumot, gikumot-kumot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">gikumot-kumot....<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kay Gikumot-kumot...!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> Analysis</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We need to acknowledge and promote our own Cebuano songs so that the value of our culture will be preserved and uplifted by means of expressing the nature of our Cebuano songs and widely spread throughout the nation. And we can feel free to express our feelings as a Cebuano. We Cebuano's become will known to our culture and we can express patriotism.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> Guide Questions:</b>
</div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Why do we need to promote our own Cebuano Songs?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote our own Cebuano Songs?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Why is it important to make our own Cebuano Songs well known?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">What are the circumstances if we are not valuing our own Cebuano Songs?</span></li>
</ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-87657879620411465032011-02-22T22:09:00.000-08:002011-03-24T21:01:56.921-07:00Cebuano Novels<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Module 6</span>: Cebuano Novels</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Posted by: Alma A.Erana</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> This Module is intended to:</span><br />
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<ul><li>Show Cebuano Novels to the readers</li>
<li>Talk about Cebuano Novels</li>
<li> Appreciate the Cebuano Novels</li>
<li>Acknowledge our own Cebuano Novels </li>
</ul><b>Introduction:</b> <br />
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This Module is served to be an educational supplement in witing Cebuano Novels.<br />
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<b>Discussion:</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"> <b> <u> Biyahe</u></b></span><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"> <o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
<h1><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"> <b> </b> ni Omar Khalid</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1> <br />
MOHATOD kag Guadalupe, Nong?"<br />
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Hesuss! Diriyot masaag sa traha ang paghugot kos kataposang tuwerkas <i>stud bolt</i> sa <i>cylinder head</i> dihang nadungog ko ang sangpit nga naggunad habig sa saydkar<i>.</i> Pagyanghag nako gikang nagyaka habig sa motor kay nagtiwas lagig lubag sa tuwerka human nakog kikhi sa karbon nga baga na kaayong gilukdo sa kuwaho sa <i>piston</i>, nakita ko ang nawong nga gigikanan sa pinaluray nga paningog, babaye, guwapa. Unya dihang naklaro tingali niya nga dili pa diay ko tiguwang ug lagmit kami-kami rang edara, mipahiyom siya ug miingon: "Aw, <i>sorry</i>, ha? Abi nakog…"<br />
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"Hala… B-7 ra ba akong biyahe, Miss…" Wa nako kalikayi ang pagpanglad-ok sa laway (dili tungod kay may nasangit-sangit pang kalami sa puto-maya nga akong gitimo-timo ganiha; pinalit kang Kasyo-Bayot nga ako gani tong gipangutana kon tinuod bang pastor na ron siya sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka relihiyon) samtang nagtan-aw sa puting paa nga mihana nag tikang pasulod sa saydkar. Aron paglikay nga dudahan niya nga nalibat kos amag sa iyang paa, nagpaaron-ingnon kog hakop sa <i>set</i> sa liyabe ug gibalik sa <i>toolbox</i> sa simod sa saydkar. "Mud-an nya kos taga B-9 kon mosulod kos ilang linya. Hibawo ka, linya-linya man god mi dinhi, ruta-ruta sad." Milantaw-lantaw kos bantaawng tulo ka daplin sa paradahan nga naglikos sa lapad nga nataran sa merkado sa Bogo: gikans groserihan ni Angie-Domie hangtod ngadtos baligyaanag magasin ni Susing; gikans Royal Pharmacy sangko sa tubaan; ug gikans ikaduhang tindahan sa Bulacan Thrifti Mart (nga karon nagkanihit na ang mga baligya, ambot ngano kaha) hangtod sa Ricardo’s— dinha nay nag-estambay nga mga traysikol wa pay labot sa mga estrayker nga andam molabyog (pero klaro kaayong naglikay-likay kang Tayding-Lab-asera nga nagbarog duols iyang tarima, sigeng pangamay, <i>ihatod kos Nailon, Dong, kay miabot na ron ang mga mananagat nakong suki</i> kutob si kinsa ang molabay, kay, gawas nga panghebiweyt dibisyon ning bayhana, di gyod kamaong mopadangog sa drayber nga maayra bag di ta hapit na lang himoong boy-boy, <i>lugar dihas ka Malait, Dong, kay hapit tag tubig— hapit sa tag gas, Dong, ilang Eddie Dilaw— hapit sa diay tag palwas lubi, Dong, sugnod, ilang Mely</i> nga abi nimog dako-dako gyog iplete kay marawon-rawon god nimo ang tibuok merkado apan inig-abot nimos ilaha, heeesusss! modayog ingon: "Grabeeeng mahala na man ros plete, uy; ihatod gyod ko didtos duols among pultahan, Dong, kay kanse tas pleteng yawa" dayog tunol og tibuok singko pesos nga naglangsi lang sa daghang namilit himbis sa tamban-tuloy, sarang kayasa!). Ang paradahan/tamaan ra para Guadalupe ang way nag-estambay nga traysikol (kansang mga drayber, mga nawong ray akong nailhan, igo ras pagyuyango-yango ug mumira-mira sa bisan asang dapit magkasugat-sugat labi nag sa lagyong mga tabo: <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">San Antonio</st1:city></st1:place>, Goyong, Ilihan, Kawit, Tambongon).<br />
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Humag panap-ong sa iyang ilong sa binitbit nga panyo, miingon: "Nagdali man god ko. Ihatod lang ko, bi?" Misugod na siyag tikang sa pinasobra nga tapalodo sa saydkar bisan wa pa siya makakitag timailhan kon mosugot ba kog dili. "Mosabot ra tingali ang mga drayber para ngadtos amo, uy, kay wa pa god sila dinhi." Nanighapon kuno siya dinhis lungsod gahapon kay may giduawng karaang klasmeyt su’d dinhas Pedro’s Compound ug wa siya kahibawo nga ligas na diays pamahaw ang biyahe para ngadtos ilaha, Guadalupe.<br />
Morag sakto siya sa katarongan, da. Gawas pa, unsaon nako pagbalibad nga maayo na man kaayo niyang pagkahimutang sa unahang lingkoranan sa saydkar. Pero: "Morag kanse man kaayg ikaw rang <st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region>, Miss. Paabot-abot sa tag laing pasahero, ha, bisag <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> o duha ba gyod nuon para makatabla-tabla tas gasolinag 2T."<br />
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Ang tinuod, gusto kong moingon siya nga <i>bayran lang nako ang imong baleg uska biyahe</i> pero matay, nagpaugat pod ang kanahan. Di man sad unta ko makaingon nga pobrehon siya kay sa iyang pamanit, artehon ug sitsirika man kaayo nga gipalutaw sa hayag niyang meyk-ap. Gani, ang iyang pahumot miilog man sa kalangsi sa akong saydkar nga wa nako kahugasi gahapon human nakog hatod sa isdang baga-baga (nga usahay nganlan namog awtobus kay ang kolor ining isdaa parehas gyod sa pintura sa mga trak ni Corominas: puwahon nga dakoog mata, way ayo tuwahon, sugba ra gyod, un-onan ba hinuon, pinauga) ni Marlinda-Biyuda sa tabo sa Ilihan.<br />
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Apan sungog sad tingalis kapalaran, wa gyoy laing pasahero nga miabot. Nahibawo ko nga udto-udto sagad ang kusog nga sakay para Guadalupe pero nanaghap ko nga naay taga Guadalupeng pasahero nga nasaag arong mga orasa ug nia sas palibot lang sa merkado, nagpaabot-abot sag kasakyan. Ang mga taga didto gong dapita tagsa ra man motugbong nganhis Bogo kay, gawas nga mahal-mahal lagi ang plete, magtultol na man lang sila sa ilang pangarbon matag tabo— Huybes ug Domingo— para dala na lang pong panimba apil na ang bisan unsang katuyoan sa lungsod.<br />
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Nagsigeg panaguto, pangusmo, panuguto, pangusmo ang babaye. Duna siyay gibagulbol nga siya ra say nakaklaro og unsingalan to. Nakasabot ko nga gusto siyang makaulig temprano. Pero ahak, na! Labaw pa nakoy nagbitik sa utot kon siya rang <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> akong kasaran paglabyog. Ang iyang kaguwapa dili ikapuli sa gasolina nga magasto para ngadto lang sa Guadalupe, sa akong kuwenta-kuwenta lang. Hinuon, di lang ko kaseguro kon di ba nako siya idagan, libre pa gani tingali, kon: ibutang ta pananglit nga uyab mi, kay kapila ra bay pagpaplat-plat, uy, magpadaot-daot bas makina <i>hala, palyado man akong spark plug, Day Kolasa</i> (depende kon unsay iyang ngalan) <i>ato usa ning hinloan, ligwatan aron mopino ang kayo,</i> unya suot dayons pila ka tudling sa katubhan sa mga Dy aron lahi ang hinloan, lahi ang ligwatan, lahi ang pakayohon. Apan, hesusmaryang balaan! Nangita kog kuwarta, dili hinigugma.<br />
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Laing katarongan nga nakapakulkol sa akong kursonada paghatod niya mao sad lagi ning kalay-on sa Guadalupe wa na lay labot sa libaong nga morag mga buho sa sungkaan nga gipang-atang sa tunga sa dalan. Unya, dako-dako sad god ning Guadalupe. Uroy kon adto ni siya magpahatod sa bawnderi sa sunod baryo, sa Kumbado ba o duol adtong gipuy-an nilang Rizza Costramos, klasmeyt sa uyab nakong estudyantes CRMC sa una, Lorena Lahoylahoy— hesussss!— puwerteng layoa! Maaylagig makapasahero ko inigbalik, pik-ak-pik-ap, unyag hanoy lang? Maong, aahhh, paugat sad ko. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Ada</st1:city></st1:place>, mibagulbol pod kog ako nga ako ra say nakabatig nakasabot.<br />
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Apan bisan ning mga orasa karon, saylo na tingalis tingpamahaw (kay ang puto-maya nga gibangil-bangil nako morag nawad-an nag kalag su’d sa ginhawaan, haw-ang na, lami na kaayong ihigop og tinuwang kitong didtos karenderiyang Henry, kinamot lang kay ang manglugsot nga kan-ong mais sa gingi-gingi sa tudlo makatabang man pagpalami sa pamahawng inato, linarang ba nuong pawikan paresag puso, aguyyyy, haskang hagkota inigpanug-ab labi nag balahan og bugnawng Jaz o Sparkle ba), wa pa gyoy bisan usa lang ka traysikol nga para gyod Guadalupe kay ako na lang unta ni siyang pasakyog lain. Nangabli na lang ang mga tindera sa JM Agrivet, wa gyoy bisag anino na lang sa laing pasahero nga para Guadalupe. Tungod sad tingali kay B-7 lagi tawon ang sipra sa akong traysikol. Di sad ko kasinggit og "Guadalupe mo dinha, Nang, Nong, labyog ni…" kay basig mabatian kos taga BTO, na, samot ang demalas. Buot na unta nakong pakanaogon ang babaye sibaya bag unsa siya kaguwapa, unsa siya kasitsirika. Apan nakahunahuna ko sa bag-ong giseminar sa taga BTO nga <i>kamong mga drayber, aymog pamilig pasahero aron makaingon ang taga lagyong lugar nga buotan kaayo ang mga drayber sa Bogo.</i><br />
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Giagian na lang ko nilang Pauling, Aran, Eddie-Gamay nga gisakyan sa mga lab-asera sa Nailon. Miagi sad si Wilmer nga nagkarga sa mga suki unta nakong estudyante gikan gihapon sa naandan nakong ruta: Siocon-Nailon-Gairan-Bag-ong Karbon. Matay, hurot akong ibog nila nga sayo pa gani kaayo, puyde na gani tingaling mopahuway ngadtos bagsakan, magtong-its-tong-its, hantak-hantak bag ginagmay kon magkamingaw ang tamaan… libre nang datahan/adlawan sa Norkis (kay sagad ning among mga motor inutang man tawon).<br />
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Pinugos na ang pangigham sa babaye. Miaksiyon nag kaguba iyang nawong sa pinugos gihapon nga pangusmo. "Unsa, di pa gyod ta manglarga? Kon nanglarga pa ta ganiha, hagbay ra unta tang naabot. Mao gyod ning mga drayber ba, idugay-dugay kag larga aron hagdon nga pakyaw na lang. Aypamilig pasahero, uy. Mora pog say baho ining imong traysikol nga mamili mang kag pasahero." Sus, dakoas iyang luwa.<br />
Labaw pas gipitkag lastiko akong dunggan. "Di baya sad, Miss. Kon mamili pa ko, ikaw na tingali ang kinaguwapahan nakong napasahero sukad kong nakat-og gunit sa manobela. Ako na tingali ang kinasuwertehan kay nakapili ko sa unsay angay pilion sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka drayber. Na’ay, kita ka adto nila, o?" Gipabudlot ko ang akong simod ug gitudlo si Celso nga nagsigeg katawa, nagsangkiig sa manobela, ang iyang panan-aw nagtapon-tapon diri nako ug sa babayeng ako rong pasahero; da, hapit lagi mabanggang amaw (maayra!) sa pinasobrang <i>gutter</i> duol sa ayohanag relo ni Narding Susvilla. "Ibog gani tingali kaaynako na ron sila kay sa kadaghan sa mga drayber… miabot na man kuno mig kinyentos kapin, wa pay labot anang mangawat-kawat og sulod dinhing taga Medellin ug diin pa nang uban, atay! mayra bag may mga prangkisang mga animal… sus, ako gyoy imong napilian! Pero sabta sad god tawon ko. Buhi-buhi lang god ta. Esmol taym ra god tawon ning amo. Kuyaw pa kaayo. Kibawo ba sad ka nga iniggunit namo sa manobela, tua nas menteryos Corazon ang pikas namong tiil?" Wa na lang ko mokomentaryo bahin sa giingon niyang lang-ig nga baho kay tinuod man sad, hehe.<br />
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"Ah, di na namo na problema. Unsay gusto nimo? Mangadto ba nuon tas BTO? Kibawo ba ka kon ig-unsa ming Danny?"<br />
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Mosinghag na gyod unta ko, kahunahuna ganig laparo sa babaye bahalag mangapreso, kay gibatyag nako nga napanamastamasan ang garbo nako isip traysikol drayber nga labihan nakong amping bisag pinobre lang ni, ginagmay lagi. Apan paglitok gyod niyas ngalang Danny, mora kog daob nga gikalitag ihi, nawad-an sa umoy. Si Danny ang dako-dako sa BTO. Mikalit lag sakdap sa akong alimungawong ang gisugilon ni Eddie adtong may pasahero siyang "gitigbas" niya gikas pantalan. Naatol man sad god to nga dad-onon sa Verallo iyang anak-kamanghoran kay na-<i>dengue</i> man kaha to. Sus, anak man diay tong Danny ang iyang natigbasan. Nabawo lagi siyag luhod-luhod kang Danny nga di lang siya embargohas prangkisa…<br />
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AW, kon hawod lang sa padaganay ang gipangita, makasulti silas Pauling, Eddie-Gamay, Aran, Wilmer ug kinsa pa nang mga tigbiyahean sa ruta sa B-7 kon kinsa gyoy giilang haring gangis mopadagag traysikol. Daghan na ang mibadlong nako nga <i>hinay-hinay lang, Bay Ting, unsa may dalian nimo nga daghan mag suplay sa bendita si Padre Figues kon panahon na gyong mangatubang tang Sampedro</i> (labi na adtong kakita gyod sila kon giunsa nako pagpapilit ang bamper sa akong traysikol sa traysikol sad sa Celang’s Bakeshop nga puno sa pan para deliber; mitila-tila nas <i>100 kph</i> ang akong <i>speedometer</i>, nga kon tan-awon sa layo, matod pas hinubay ni Girmo, mora na kunog iro nga naglambang ang duha ka traysikol). Pero matayg patuo ba ko. Sa paminaw nako, ang kagawasan nga makab-ot sa tawo sa tulin nga padagan lupig pay kagawasan sa pinansiyal kraysis (ambot unsiyalan nang yawaang pirme nakong mabatians radyo, hehe). Ug puyra pangandoy, wa pa gyod nuon ko kasuwayg kadisgrasya nga unta, matod nila, harabas man kong mopadagan. Tanang pasahero nga mingsakay nako, kaluoy sa Diyos, nakauli sa ilang destinasyon nga way baling bukog ug kompletog ngipon.<br />
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Basta magdangadanga na ganis linyahan ang traysikol nga binudlisag asul, kansang gitakod nga motor mao ang Yamaha RXT-135, daghang pasahero ang mangluspad ug gani ang uban, dili na lang gyod mosakay, dayog tulibagbag <i>ah, wam-an kaayo ko magdali ba</i> mag-antos lag paabot kon kang kinsang sunod daganon, sagad adtong Pauling kay kuno tiguwang busa kumpas ang pinadaganan. Silang tanang taga didtong dapita nasayod nga inigsaylo nako sa ilang Pidang sa Gairan, diin wa na kaayoy balay, ang makina sa akong traysikol mosugod nag satong nga morag may sakay nga pugante nga hadlok hiabtan sa mananakop, labi na kay tanos kaayo ang sementadong dalan paingon sa Nailon.<br />
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Ang mga drayber sa habalhabal kun traysikol nga nagmanehog susama sa gidrayban nakong modelo (nga largohon lag litok— 135), makatestimoniya sa pagka panuway modagan ning motora (puyra lang adtong mga habalhabal drayber gikan sa San Remegio hangtod sa Daan Bantayan nga nangasensiyo ang bagulbagol, gipatay lagi ining 135, gipatay nga way preso-preso). Tinuod nga lupigon ni siya sa arangkada nianang <i>four-stroke</i> nga Honda TMX nga maoy uso ron, <i>155cc</i> man kuno ang <i>displacement</i> ana. Maayo sad baya na modagan labi nas arangkada. Pero ako mismo makapamatuod nga anha makita ang katag sa subidas Libjo labi nag kargados isdang binanyera kay mapugos man ang drayber pagpalahutay sa primera-segunda. Kahibawo ko nga pugdawon ang <i>clutch lining</i> sa mga <i>four stroke</i> dinha kon ilang i-<i>half clutch-half clutch</i> kon di na madalag pakamang sa primera aron lang makapatong sa patag sa Caduawan. Sa patag sad nuon, kon motila na sa <i>80 kph</i> kining 135, mabati dayon ang hadyong sa turbo (kay mao niy ilang ingalan sa morag bao nga nagtakirong ilawom sa tangke nga, segun sa esplikar ni Baristo-Mekaniko, modugang ning piyesaha pagpaentra og hangin sa makina pagpiga og dugang puwersa) nga morag duha nay nagbunlot nga makina, ibugok-bugok lang hinuon lagi ang gasolina, pero ang dagan makapasaad sa mga pasaherong taslakan nga <i>sus, kon makaabot lang kos amo nga way tatsa, managkot gyod kos kang Sr. San Vicente Ferrer o sa Migo Poy ba kaha sa Antipolo.</i> Sa akong paniid gani nga bisag menoran pa nimo gikan sa dagan nga otsenta, ang makina mora lang gihapog gisudlag demonyo...<br />
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SA pupasiplat nako sa samin, siyok kaayo ang dagway sa babaye. Pagsaylo namo sa eskina sa mga dalan Dela Viña ug Capt. Aballe, igo lang kong mirespetar og tunob sa preno dungan ang pagwilwig gamay sa manobela kay mitabok si Ma’m Baring, maestra nako sa greyd por (nga bisan kanunay kong hilabayan og tsok niadto <i>hoy, Osting, Eustaquio… eyes to the board,</i> mirespetar man gihapon ko niya). Nahakupot ang babaye sa dasbord nga morag nakalimot sa nahinawayan niyang kalangsi sa akong traysikol.<br />
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"Ah… eh… hinay-hinay lang sad kay morag kusog ra ning dagana, da. Wa man kaayko magdali ba."<br />
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Ah, wa koy tingog-tingog. Sa hunahuna nako, mmm, kusog god tawon, di pa ni mao, Day. Tan-awa nya, o, ig-abot nato didtos gamayng tulay duol-duol nas Guadalupe, tan-awon natog di ba ka kuyapang yawaa ka sa kalisang kay di gyod nako menoran, targeton ra nako ang <i>running board</i> sa tulay nga kahoy, kalusnagon na ra ba to, lubagon gyog tamas ginhawa ang gasolinador. Sukad karon, di na ka kalimot nakong koleraha ka ug kining biyahea ikapanulti nimos imong anak, sa imong apo, sa apo sa tuhod, sungkod, lapalapa.<br />
Nakita nako nga misugod nag tubod ang iyang singot. Misugod na sag kaanod ang iyang meyk-ap. Mora nag nukos ang iyang nawong nga nag-usab-usab ang kolor—moputi unya moitom. May witik sa katagbawan nga akong natagamtaman.<br />
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Namatikdan nako ang mga <i>welder</i> sa Chremjem Metal Craft nga nahanunot ang mga nawong paglingi kon kinsa kining drayber nga morag giyawaang nagpalatos-latos og dagan bisag nia pas bisinidad sa lungsod. Mikilab lang sa akong panan-aw ang tindahan ni Seng Kee (nga unta ganahan man kaayo kong molingi-lingi dinhi, kidhat-kidhat, kay naay bag-ong tindera nga guwapahon; si Tata maoy unang nakadiskobre nga puwerte ganing sukoang Luz pagkahibawo nganong adto nas Tata magpalitag 2T nga naa man untay daghang namaligyag takos-takos lang sa merkado, sa ilang Boy ba pananglit). Sa Parke, gipara kog mga estudyante pero wa ko patental, bisan ganig menor na lang, puslan man ning inatay ning lakawa ni. Unya mikurbada kos ilang Porsing Luna (diin nasiplatan nakong dinha ang tiguwang sa pultahan sa gipaabangan niyang puwesto kauban si Gremer Reyes kay parehas man ni silang rayter; di tingali ni sila maayong rayter kay di gyod ko kasabot sa ilang mga sugilanon, gawas lang kon gitikgitik kay maayo kaayo ni silang manuwat og ingon ani, lagmit bahin na sag gitikgitik ilang giestoryahan ron, atngan nya nako sa Bisaya kay mao man niy kalingawan namo kon hinay ang pasada maudto, kana lagig mabinlan pa kog kinabuhi ining biyahea, animal!).<br />
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Paglugsong sa CRMC, nasundan nakos Cleto (Anacleto gyod ni siya pero usahay nganlan nakog Clitoris ning tawhana in onor adtong nabasahan nakong estorya sa Bandera; Iningles man diay kuno nas tinggil nang pu’nga, sarang kinataw-anay namong mga drayber; otro sad ni siyang nakakat-og panigbas kay manganakay tawon iyang asawa nga tinaban kuno niya adtong nagdrayb siyas serbis ni Dodong Junnie Martinez sa Cebu City) nga para Hagnaya tingali, apson ang biyahe sa lansa para sad Sta. Fe. Inay mopreno, gisantak-santak nuon nakong gasolinador. Da, pidpid laging amaw nga nakamatngon nga gisangkil-sangkil ang luyo sa iyang <i>mud guard</i> (nga di na nako mabasa ang CLETO THE GREAT nga iyang gipaletra didtos ilang Berong Escolar kay nabulit ni ron sa lapok, ambot diin ning katunggana niya hipuniti ang iyang pasahero ron). Pagtungas nakos Esso, gipiga nakog maayo ang segunda, pinakagit gyod. Didto na nako ipawos ang tersera duol-duol nas simbahas Iglesia. Paskang ngilngiga! Ang tingog sa makina, morag ayroplanong nawad-an sa giya.<br />
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Sa napanid-an nakong kusog sa motor— kon kusog lay gipangita— wa koy ikasulti. Wa gyod gani mokala o moaksiyon bag <i>overheat</i> kay sakto man sad ang ariya sa bomba sa asyete, 2T, plas pang bag-o laging gidekarbonays ang <i>piston</i> sa deposito sa karbon. Wa say kabalak-ang platino kay CDI man ang <i>electronic components</i> ining 135.<br />
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Pagsaylo nas munisipyo, nakita nakong morag sinilhigan ang lapad nga <i>highway</i> paingon sa <st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype> kay wa gyoy bisag <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> na lang ka sakyanan nga nagtikawtikaw. Gitarap ra nako ang gamayng bahada sa Marcella hangtod sa FRVMFC. Karon, duha na ka kamot sa babaye ang nag-angkla sa duha ka kilid sa saydkar.<br />
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"M-monaog na lang ko. D-di pa k-ko gustong m-mamatay…!"<br />
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Kini bang naa tay gidahom nga isulti sa usa ka tawo, bisan pag hagawhaw ra o naa ba kahay laing langas (sama lagi ining badyong sa makina sa motor karon) nga makasamok sa atong pagpaminaw, tataw man kaayo, tataw nato ang unsay mogawas nga pulong sa baba sa tawo, morag panultihon sa salida nga dugay na natong nakita. Mao na. Mao ni ron. Tataw kaayo nako ron ang iyang gisulti. Pero haym ba… nagpabungol-bungol lang ko nga wa kunohay kabati tungod sa kakusog sa andar sa makina nga nagpakita sa kaandam niining mobunlot ug labaw pa sa gikusgon sa dagan niini karon, <i>100 kph</i> na.<br />
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Miaksiyog kunol ang kuwarta martsa sa tungason paingon sa eskuylahan sa Montesorri. Gilibkas ko ang tersesa, kanaog sa segunda. Pautong na man. Gipasiplatan nako ang <i>side mirror</i>. Mmm, way nagsunod. Sa unahan, ang kagang-kagang rang trak sa Bogo Fire Station ang akong nakita nga may purohang ikasugat. Pero kahibawo kos dagan ining traka kay adtong pagkasunog sa Campari, uling na man lay ilang naabtan (ug nga bisan pag naabtan nila ang dakong kayo, unsa pa may ilang ipasirit nga ang kakusgon sa tubig sa busloton nilang tangke, mas kusog pa man tandi sa sirit sa ilang <i>hose</i>; sarang ahaka, kusog pa tingaling ihing Konsehal Dading). Busa, nakaseguro ko nga di mi mag-agbat, mag-ilog kinsay unang makalusot sa simangan para ngadtos Guadalupe, maunhan ra nako silang Fire Marshall Tosong Estudillo.<br />
Ang traysikol nga wa kabatig menor, miaksiyog barag sa kurbada dayon nang sulod sa entrada sa Dakit Elementary. Kadtong mga estambay sa tindahan nilang Pilar Catarata (nga tua nas Merika kay nakabanag <st1:city w:st="on">datong</st1:city> <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Kano</st1:city></st1:place> nga tag-iyag paktori kunos tsokoleyt, ambot tinuod ba, mao may estoryang gipalakaw sa mga reporter sa radyo-baktas sa lungsod), nahanunot ang mga nawong diri namo. Namorag sigbin ang traysikol nga nagkalingawg layang nga namili-pili sa di kaayo lawom nga libaong nga parte sa dalan. Karon, dili kay tingog ras motor ang mabati kondili hasta ang hagurob, hinugangkol, inigot, ug linagaak sa bisan unsang luag-luag nga parte sa traysikol kay gisugdan nag bola-bola sa libaong nga di makaog iro.<br />
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Maoy giseguro nakog libre ang pangunahan ug pangulhiang ligid sa motor batok sa libaong (kay sarang mahala ra bas <i>bearing</i> sa Bogo Cycle; naay sa ubang namaligyag <i>replacement parts</i>, barato-barato ra, pero mora mag pinangahoy ra sad adtong mga motor nga daan-daan na o kaha mga inembargo, ingos Paran). Ang <i>side wheel</i> nga nagsamual sa libaong (nga makapahinumdom sa pangutana kon hain na ang gobyerno dinhing dapita), nahaitsa-itsa dinuyogan sa pagkinagiit sa <i>sidewheel spring</i>. Ug sa usa ka pagkilab sa akong kahimatngon, ang babaye dinha na sa sawog, nagyaka, morag nalibang nga gitubol, nagkupot sa patonganan sa lingkoranan (kay karon wa na dinha ang lingkoranan, ambot diin ra kahang libaonga mahaitsa, bag-o ra ba to nakong gipa-<i>upholster</i> sa kang Tonying Pabillon), nagpuli-pulig sudlot ang iyang luha ug sip-on. Alsa og diyotay iyang sampot kay kon iyang iyaka gyod sa sawog, ambot di ba kaha madugmok ang iyang pangiyoran sa ngilngig nga inayagay sa traysikol.<br />
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Dili na <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka babayeng guwapa ug sitsirika ang akong nakita sa samin. Kon unsa siya kaguwapa ganiha didtos merkado, siya karon ang babaye nga di pangandoyon bisan sa kalalakin-ang apikig mga nawong: ang iyang meyk-ap gibanlas na sa iyang luha— ang lipstik nayutik na sa iyang sip-on— ang iyang kaarte nahimong pulong sa pangaliyupo nga, bisan di nako mabati taliwa sa nagkagubot nga kalibotan sulod ning biyahe namong sinukdanay sa kabuang, nakapatagbaw sa gipaabot nakong linugdangan. Ha! Hala, sumbong! Bisan pag adto ka sumbong kang Secretary Lantion o ni bisan kinsa dinhang dakog tai sa LTO, di tika atrasan! Mmm… wa man gani sila kalimpiyo anang mga pikser sa ilang opisina!<br />
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Paglugsong nakog gamay saylo sa Alpine Subdivision, tul-id na ang dalan— tul-id, patag, mga kapis duha ka kilometro tingali ang katanos— pero mao ra gihapon ang giladmon sa mga libaong, abog pa bay imo. Apan wa na nako hunahunaa ang mga libaong. Ang nagdayak sa akong hunahuna mao ang mubong tulay sa di pa moabot sa Guadalupe. Kining tul-id nga dalan maoy himoon nakong lantsing pad sa kataposang hurnada ning akong kabuang, kon kabuang man ganiy itawag ini. Anhi nako ipakita ning bayhana ang kamangtas nga wa pa gyod tingali niya masinati sukad siya nakakita sa kahayag sa kalibotan.<br />
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Segunda, pautong. Tersera, pautong gihapon. Dayong libwas sa kuwarta. Ang turbo sa akong motor morag nakakat-og kabuot sa akong paminaw, morag dinha ra sa akong kamot ang iyang paghiyak, ang paghigop og dugang hangin abag sa akong laraw sa dugang puwersa sa makina. Kon unsa kakusga ang hagiyong sa makina, ang hilak sa babaye, (aw, di lang kay hilak, tiyabaw na gyod) mora pog may iyang turbo— giturbohan sa iyang ilong nga dili hangin ang gihigop kondili ang linghod nga sip-on nga di ra ba sad niya masaphid kay ang iyang duha ka kamot morag iya sa usa ka tawo sa kahimtang nga kahulgonon sa pangpang, di gyod mamuhi bisan pag magkinaunsa ang kalibotan.<br />
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Karon, naklaro-klaro na nako ang mubong subida. Inigtagkas nako anang sagkaona unya lugsong gamay mao na ang mubong tulay, kahoy. Ang <i>speedometer</i> mihawok na sa <i>110 kph</i> (kining tingoga hinuos makina kon di pa lang libaongon ang dalan, lagmit mipilit nas <i>140 kph</i>). Di na god unta kinahanglanon nga mo-<i>low gear</i> pa kay ang kalatos sa dagan nga gihandos sa kabug-at sa traysikol, igo nang makatungas sa gamayng subida. Apan aron mamintinar ang kaisog sa makina, mitersera gyod ko, pangandam lagi sa tinguhang pagpalagpot sa espiritu ning pasahero kong turtugok og utok.<br />
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Sa dihang nahatungtong na ang traysikol sa kinaibabawan sa tungason, nakita ko na ang dapit nga nahimutangan sa tulay. Dili tiaw ang akong kahibulong nganong dunay daghang traysikol (nga nailhan nakong pulos ila sa taga B-9) didtos pikas tampi sa tulay. Unsa ba kahay nahitabo? Nia ra man diay ning mga karaho magyampungad dinhi mao diayng way tawo tong ilang tamaan, di unta ko kahatod ining pasahero nakong nagdala las tigaw.<br />
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Ang dugang pa gyod unta nakong paglubag sa gasolinador, nga nasugniban sa mitubong hambog sa akong kahiladman labi na kay nia diay magtan-aw sa pagahimoon nakong <i>show</i>, kalit lang nahauknol. Wa koy nakitang tulay nga kahoy, ambot kon hain ra, natiwas na tingalig kaguba.<br />
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Ning kakusgon, plas pa nga lugsongon lagig gamay, wa na koy kahigayonan pagpahunong sa motor. Dili na akoy nanag-iya sa kontrol sa distansiya ngadto sa tampi. Ang dagan nga akong gikalipay kaganiha, karon, nahimong <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka urom. Kon akong prenohag kalit, di kaha ko itrapo ngadtos daplin, pidpid bas katubhan o sa unsang mga sabod-sabod dinha sa daplin sa dalan? Mao nga…<br />
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MGA anino sa mga tawo ang akong nakita, naggabas-gabas. Nagkalandrakas ang mga sulti, pulos gikan sa ibabaw. Pero wa koy naklaro kay morag nabungol pa ko, dili lang sa tingog sa motor, kondili sa kawras sa kaulaw, bisag di na lang apilon ang kakuyaw sa nahitabo.<br />
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"Sus, ang kinangilngigang mopadagan sa B-7 maayong pagkahulog sa putol nga tulay sa Guadalupe…!" Sa akong kukarkulo mao gyod to, labing menos, ang unod sa mga sulti-sulti didtos ibabaw gikan sa mga drayber nga morag nakalantaw og dunay nagremedyohay dinhis ubos.<br />
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Hesuusss, wala na koy karsadang nakita! Mga kabaw nuon nanglumpat, nanungtong sa bisan hain sa duha ka kilid sa nagkakighod nga sapa diin sila gipanghigot; nangakugang sa kalit nga tinugibal di pa lang dugay. Wa sad ko moyanghag kon kinsa ang nanan-aw kay gilikayan nako ang mga matang maluluy-on, nga seguradong para gyod nako, karon nabanabana nakong nanagdungaw tingali sila dinhi sa sag-od sa sapa (nga gipuy-an lang unta sa mga uwang, piyo ug anga). Di ko angayng moyango nila, sama sa pagabuhaton sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka bohemyo nga drayber kon ikahinagbo ang isigkaingong drayber, kay gibatyag nako nga di ko ron drayber parehas nila. Wa koy kalahian sa manikopayg kasili nga nabulit ang lawas sa lapok (tai pa gyod gani tingalis kabaw kay duna may morag di maayong baho nga miesponghar sa palibot) niining lunangan nga akong natimpasawan. Paghibalik sa akong alimungaw, nakita nako ang babayeng akong pasahero nga maoy pagkahumag lugit sa iyang estep-in, gibitbit, ug dayong bigiw og dagan, way lingi-lingi, wa gani magbilin sa iyang pamilete, nagkalubong-lubong sa tagatuhod nga lapok sa sapa nga talihubas na, subay ngadto sa unahan nga wa na ko masayod kon asa sangko, wa sad koy tinguha nga masayod, peste!<br />
Paglingi nako sa pikas kilid, nasabak sa hanap-hanap pa nakong panan-aw ang akong traysikol nga morag anananggal nga nagtuwad (kon tinuod man nga magtuwad ning tagibanwaha kon mao nay moatake), ang atop na lay naggimaw. Maayong pagkaugbok sa simod sa traysikol sa lapok, nagburo-buro ang makina nga daw nagpahuwas sa iyang kapungot (kay ang tambutso gisugdan nag sunop sa lagom-lagom, baho-baho nga tubig), unya namatay rag iyaha, maaygani kay siya ra, ako buhi-buhi pa— oo, buhi pa, pero gihinay-hinayg patay sa kaulaw sa makasunog nga mga panan-aw. Hapit na gyod unta manglighot sa akong baba ang labing hagtik nga pamalikas pahinungod niining lapok sa sapa nga naugbokan sa akong traysikol— ang baho nga lapok nga maoy mipakauwaw nako atubangan niining mga drayber… apan mao ra sang lapoka ang miluwas nako nga karon, kon di pa tingali tungod sa morag kutson nga kahumok, mabinlan na lang tingali kog pipila ka piraso sa ngipon ug gusok; panit ug unod mangahukab tingali, tuwaytuway mangatangtang, patay pa gyod gani tingali, inatay!<br />
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Ang pamalikas nahimo hinuong hilomon nga pasalamat.<br />
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Sama sa babaye, gihinay-hinay sad nakog ligwat ang nalubong nga tsinelas, ug mihangad sa mga drayber, gidawat ang tanang panan-aw— ang maluluy-ong mga panan-aw— samtang sa akong pandungog nahimong bakgrawon ang inga sa lisang nga mga kabaw…<br />
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<h1><o:p> </o:p></h1><h1><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> BAYLE</span><o:p></o:p></span></h1><h1><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Sugilanon ni Rey Araneta</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></h1><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>SABADO ug bayle na sad.<br />
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Sama sa plaka sa pono nga pagabalik-balikon sa pagtokar, ingon sad niini ang akong kalibotan nga nagtuyok diha sa pito ka adlaw sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka semana. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Lima</st1:city></st1:place> ka adlaw ko nga magdaro sa among banika. Napalhot na gani ang akong mga kamot sa paggunit sa taoran. Naunsa man sad si Tatay Ignacio nga didto man ko padaroha sa kilid sa banika nga batoon man kaayo didto. Nindot kuno to didto tamnag kamote ug balanghoy. Naluya gyod kog duot sa daro para lang modulot gyod sa yuta. Hayyy… karon makapahulay-hulay na usab ning akong mga luto sa palad kay Sabado na man sad unya ugma pa gyod Domingo— tingkatulog sa sama nako nga naungo sa bayle.<br />
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"Dong Julius, sugata unya si Arsenio sa Eskina-Kulo. Ato rong turno pagdawat sa pono," pasidaan ni Tatay nako samtang nag-ilis ko og <i>T-shirt</i>.<br />
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"Ato diay rong turno, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>?" paneguro nakog pangutana.<br />
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"O, tawon. Pagkawos unya inigkahuman nimog sugat kay wala nay tubig sa banga nga mainom," mando ni Tatay nako.<br />
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Bantog rang sige lag aso sa kosina. Kaganiha pa gyod ni sa pag-abot nako samtang namaod sa hayop.<br />
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Nasingo pod nako ang makahilab-sa-tiyan nga mga linuto ni Nanay. Unsa kahay among sud-an, no? Maayo gyod ning turno mi sa pagdawat sa pono kay lami-lami gyod among sud-an. Sus, nindot gyod ning tag-iya ta sa pono kay libre ang panihapon unya lami pa gyod ang sud-an. Pagkasuwerte gyod ni Bay Arsenio, da.<br />
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Wala una ko maligo. Nagdali ko nga misugat <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">kang</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Bay</st1:placetype></st1:place> Arsenio samtang kilumkilom pa ug maklaro pa ang karsada.<br />
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Sa dalan, akong nasugatan si Nang Magda nga nagsangkiig tawon sa iyang baligya.<br />
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"A, sayoha god nimo, Nang. Ikaw ra mang <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> lagi," timbaya nako. Naluoy nuon ko nga nagtan-aw niya nga nagkapuliki og lukdo sa mga baligya.<br />
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"Amaw man god ni si Delfin, wala pa mouli sa amoa. Kon makit-an unya nimo didto sa Eskina-Kulo, paapasa nya nako sa baylehan ug ipadala tong duha ka <i>case</i> nga Mucho sa balay. Palihog gyod ko, Dong Julius, ha. Asa na man kaha tong bataa?" Mikatab lang ang baba ni Nang Magda ug nagbagulbol gihapon bisan misaylo na nako.<br />
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Kilumkilom na gayod sa akong pag-abot sa Eskina-Kulo. Nanigarilyo si Bay Arsenio.<br />
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"Dugaya sa ulitawo, uy," ngisi niya dayong salibay sa upos.<br />
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Gipas-an dayon namo ang iyang mga dala. Si Bay Arsenio nagpas-an sa pono ug nagsalig-ay sa dakong bag nga puno sa plaka. Akoy nagdala sa trumpa ug <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka bag-plastik sa mikropono.<br />
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"Tua na ang bapols ug bateriya sa baylehan. Nag-una na ganiha. Ako lang gipasakayg una sa trak sa tubo ni Berto. Maayo— tayming kay moagi man kuno to sila sa ilang Benjamin," pahibalo ni Bay Arsenio.<br />
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Midiretso mi sa ilang Benjamin diin didto ang baylehan. Nagtapok na ang ubang batan-on. Napahigayon na ang lamesa nga maoy tungtongan sa pono ug ang lingkoranan ni Bay Arsenio.<br />
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"Kugihana ni Julius, a, maayo man paliwatan," pasiaw ni Arlene diri nako.<br />
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"Maayo kay nakapanilhig na ang atong sekretarya. Day Arlene, isunod unya among tugkaran, ha," pasiaw sab nako nga nagngisi.<br />
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"Pagpuyo dinha. Wala gyod ka motabang sa imong nanay nga nagbako-bako gyod tog panilhig ganiha," singhag ni Arlene kanako.<br />
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"Nganong wala man nimo tabangi si Nanay nato, Day? Imo man lang gipasagdan ang atong inahan sa kanunayng panabang?"<br />
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"Hoy, pauli na didtos inyo, uy, Julius, ug kaligo una kay nanimaho kang tunaan. Gidili ra ba ang pagbayle sa way mga kaligo." Nagngisi si Day Arlene samtang naghapin sa lamesa sa pono.<br />
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Minghugyawg pangatawa ang ubang batan-on labi na ang grupo nila ni Delfin nga nagpabarog sa trumpa nga gihigot nila sa punoan sa duldol.<br />
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"Bay Delfin, gipangita ra ba ka sa imong mama. Tabangi kuno siyag hakot sa inyong tinda. Diin man ka maglaag?" pangutana nako nga naghangad kon hain mag-atubang ang trumpa.<br />
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"Aw, nagkita na mis Mama, Bay. Puwerte ganing sukoa, hehe. Nag-una na man god ko. Gidala na nako ang ubang tinda. Ganiha pa nakong gipasakay sa trak ni Berto," tubag usab ni Delfin nga miliso sa kawayan nga gihigtan sa trumpa nga gipaod sa duldol. Iya kining giliwag atubang sa balay nilang Arlene.<br />
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"Amaw gyod ka, Delfin. Ayaw tawon sa amoa ipaatubang, uy! Gihilantan si Mama. Dili unya to katulog," badlong ni Arlene.<br />
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"Aw, ato lang ning ipaatubang sa ilang Bay Julius kay ila man rong turno," tubag ni Delfin.<br />
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"Bisag asa, Bay, basta madungog," tubag ko usab nga naghikyad na sa mikropono aron matemplahan gilayon ni Bay Arsenio.<br />
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Nahuman ra gyod namog pahiluna ang pono sa baylehan. Nanguli una ang ubang batan-on aron makaligo unya makapanihapon ug makailis og arang-arang nga sinina. Mga bata na lang ang nagpabilin sa baylehan nga mentras wa pa kasugdi, sila una ang nagsige og sayaw-sayaw sa tunga sa baylehan. Ang uban nanagdagan-dagan. Nasigpatan ko si Iya Siding nga naluyag badlong sa mga bata.<br />
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"Hoy, mga panuwayng gagmay! Ayaw ra mo sigeg dagan-dagan kay madam-agan ninyong pono. Mga pesteng dagko!" Mao ni kanunay ang iyang sing-al sa mga bata nga kulisaw kaayong paminawon. Ang mga bata nga naanad na sa kanunayng pamadlong o dili ba napul-an na sa kanunayng pagyawyaw ni Iya Siding, wala na lang manumbaling. Tinud-anay ang pamadlong ni Iya Siding. Apan gisungog hinuon siya sa mga bata. Nalingaw gyod kong nagsud-ong nila nga magginukoray.<br />
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Giagda ko na si Bay Arsenio nga manihapon na sa amoa. Si Bay Delfin una ang among gipabantay sa baylehan. Amo siyang gibiyaan samtang nagpatokar sa "Rock Lobster". Mialingugngog gilayon ang kiat nga sonata nga gibanda-banba pagsabwag sa trumpa diin ang matag sonata maoy silbing panawag sa kadalagahan ug kaulitawhan aron sugdan na ang bayle.<br />
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"Maayong gabii, Noy Leo," timbaya namo sa among <i>barangay tanod</i> nga nagbitbit og petromaks paingon sa baylehan. Amo siyang nasugatan sa dihang minglugsong na mi padulong sa amoa. Si Noy Leo ang <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> sa kanunayng magpahulam og petromaks. Gani, libre man ang iyang pagpahulam sama usab kanila ni Noy Jesus Ermac, Noy Canuto, Noy Ado Cañete, ug kanhi Barangay Kapitan Dadoy. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Lima</st1:city></st1:place> gyod ni ka petromaks ang kanunayng saksi sa panagtagbo sa mga dalaga ug ulitawo ug sa uban pang manambong sa bayle. May petromaks nga adto ibutang duol sa pono aron may iwag kon may pangitaong plaka ug, sa samang higayon, iwag alang sa sikit nga lamesa diin si Day Arlene mao ang nagbantay aron pag-abiabi sa mga mamalit og sonata.<br />
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Nahiabot mi sa balay ug nanihapon dayon. Pastilan, pagkalami sa manok nga sinabawan nga may tanglad ug kamunggay. Gipaningot gyod ko sa paghigop. Si Bay Arsenio usab, naunsa ba nga nagpakyut man kunohay ug nagpaulaw-ulaw. Pero sayod ko nga gigutom hasta bitok ning tawhana.<br />
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"Hoy, Dong Arsenio… kaog maayo! Nagtimitimi ka man," banos-banos nga agda nila ni Tatay ug Nanay.<br />
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Gipunayan ko usab og siko si Bay Arsenio aron dili mag-inarte. Humay pa ra ba gyod ang iyang kan-on kay kini laging bisita. Kami usab, mais man ang kan-on, dagko pa ra ba, numero katorse. Kon dili ko kahingiki og sanga sa bayabas, mamilit gyod sa akong ngipon ang mga sungo. Ambot ba nga kon magpagaling mi, dili man papanitan ni Tatay. Parehas ra man kuno na kon adto na sa tiyan. Pero dili nako ibaylo ang kahumot sa bugas-mais ngadto sa humay kay mas lami man ni paresan og sabaw sa inun-onang bulinaw o dili ba tulingan. Si Bay Arsenio usab nga wala maanad sa humay, mikombate usab sa bugas-mais ug nag-ilog man gani mi sa dukot.<br />
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"Hoy, naunsa man ning bataa nga dukot man ang gikaon. Dia, o, kan-on." Abi nakog ako ang gibuyag ni Tatay. Kang Bay Arsenio man diay gidudho ang babher sa humay.<br />
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Nakapanug-ab ko sa kabusog dayong ipis og Jaz Cola sa akong sartin. Giipisan usab nako si Bay Arsenio. Ang kanahan, bildo pa ang iyang baso nga gamiton lang namo kon pista. Naanad man god ni siya nga akoy tigtagay niya kon mag-inom mi sa baylehan.<br />
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Pagkahuman namog panihapon, mipahulay una si Bay Arsenio didto sa among balkon samtang nagdali-dali kog kaligo.<br />
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"Julius, ayawg paturagas sa tubig kay dili ra ba ikawy nagkawos sa banga," singgit ni Tatay nga nagpasidaan nga nalimtan nako ang iyang tugon kaganiha nga magsag-ob og imnonon. Misamot kabugnaw ang tubig sa tadyaw sulod sa banyo sa silong. Nadungog nako ang tokar sa pono. Samtang gikuskos nako ang kuloton kong buhok nga kada Sabado lang makatilaw og siyampo, midungan ko sa sonata sa pono:<br />
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<i>Victims of love… a… brr…n love afir… so sad to see the d… ska…t…r everwhere…</i><br />
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Wa pa gyod nako masag-ulo ning kantaha bisan kapila na balik-balikag tokar kada bayle. Misamot pagkundat ang akong gibati nga naghinam-hinam nga makaadto na gyod sa baylehan. Didto, sugdan ko na usab pagtuyok ug pagtokar ang akong kalibotan. Wala na nako lugdi ang ubang bahin sa akong lawas ug nagdali-dali kog panghinawnaw.<br />
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Mipuli ang "Kuradang". Pero naputol. "Whip It" na sad. Wala gihapon mahuman. Patay! Nadaot man kaha ang pono ni Bay Arsenio. Ahh, basin gidula-dulaan ni Delfin mentras wala pa mi didto sa baylehan.<br />
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"Bay Julius, adto na ta basig gigutom na to si Delfig paabot nato. Wala na man matarong og patokar ang pono," agda ni Bay Arsenio. Nagdali-dali sab kog sul-ot og <i>T-shirt</i>.<br />
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Mitungas mi padulong sa baylehan. Layo pa gani, daw nalantawan na nako ang pagpanganaog sa kabituonan. Lainlain lang ang mga suga nga akong nalantawan. Nag-alirong ang mga sulo sa baylehan.<br />
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Didto sa tunga, kompleto na ang petromaks nga nag-iyahayg buswak og kahayag didto sa gisang-atang bu’s sa kawayan. Karong taudtaod, sila ang mga saksi sa mga halaray, kiay-kiay, ginaksanay, ug lambiyongay sa mga mamaylehay. Sa among pagdangadanga, nag-anam pag-ursa ang kakusog sa sonata. Ubay-ubay na tingali ang mga tawong nangabot, da. May mga tindera na sab sa daplin sa baylehan kansang mga baligya binanwagan lang sa sulo nga gama sa lapad nga botelya. May mga galon sa tuba, Mucho, Red Horse, lapad ug <i>long neck</i> nga Tanduay, mga garapon sa Halls, White Rabbit, ug Juicy Fruit. Kasagaran sa tindera mga babayeng gulang na o beterana na sa baylehan. Kon may mga gulang sang mga ulitawo agnihon sila sa pagsayaw. Mosugot man sad nuon sila pero ang uban magpaguyod gyod sa tunga sa baylehan nga labaw pa sa orihinal nga mga dalaga ug kon makaabot man gani sa tunga, hapit na sad mahuman ang sonata maong makalagot kay ipabalik man ang sonata labi nag hubog ang ilang mapares. Makalangan sa bayle. Pero naanad na ko niini maong hatagan na lang nakog higayon nga makahunat ni sila kay talagsa ra man sad ni silang manayaw. Maayo ra ba kaayo ni sila mokuratsa, mowalts, mo-<i>cha-cha</i>. Ako nga moanawns makakatawa lang pog apil, lanog ra ba kay usahay makalimot man pod ko nga dunay gigunitan nga mikropono.<br />
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Sinati na nako ang tanang panghitabo sa baylehan labi nag naay mga hubog, mga batan-ong magkainitay. Ang kasagarang hinungdan mao ang mga day-o nga sarang hambogeroa kay nagtuo nga sila ra gyoy nindot manayaw.<br />
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Talagsaon sab ang pasensiya nilang Arlene nga maoy gitahasan paglugit sa kadalagahan aron lang manglingkod sa tunga. Ambot ba, tungod sad tingali nga nasayod ang kadalagahan nga di gyod magsugod ang bayle kon walay molingkod sa tunga maong mosamot sad pagpalugit kang Arlene. Ug anha na manghunat ang kaulitawhan kon mamalit na silag sonata labi na kon manimaan sila daan kinsa ang ilang puniton sa lingkoranan. Sukad adtong napromot na kunohay ko kay gihimo ko nilang anawnser, nabalhin ang akong teritoryo sa tunga sa baylehan. Ako nay nagpadagan sa bayle kay mag-agad man sila nako kon unsay pamasahon nakong sonata. Mao sad to ang sinugdanan sa higayon nga makamando na ko kang Arsenio og pangukay anang mga plaka kon dunay pangitaon. Apan parehas ming nakasag-ulo na sa kolor sa mga plaka kon duna miy pangitaon bisan di pa namo basahon ang ulohan. Ingon sa ako ang nagkontrol sa kalibotan dinhi sa baylehan. Sa primero, lingaw kaayo ko. Apan sa kadugayan, ingon sa duna koy buot buhaton sa kinabuhi. Sama sa ubang mga batan-on ug akong mga kataligngan, dugay na gyod kong gustong manimpalad sa siyudad kay morag bugnaw kaayo sila si Tatay ug Nanay sa akong hangyo kanila nga motungha sa kolehiyo. Ako na hinuon ang natripan nga himoong SK Chairman kay milangyaw na man si Renato ug wala na kunoy laing mapili. Naahat ko. Maayo pa lagig padarohon lang kog estreyt <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">lima</st1:city></st1:place> ka adlaw, dili lang ang miting-miting ug sabot-sabot sa umaabot nga pista.<br />
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"Bay Julius, wa ra ba ko sa sunod bayle. Sa sunod semana, manglarga mi si Papa sa siyudad. Mangaplay ko sa Mitsumi." Giputol ni Bay Arsenio ang akong sonata sa paghanduraw.<br />
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"Modayon gyod ka sa imong giingon nako, Bay? Ayo-ayo na lang, ha." Mitokar na hinuon ang akong kasina sa higala. Gihinay-hinay nako og kuhit ang mga kubal sa akong mga kamot. Wala gyod ni siya masayod nga nasuya ko niya. Tanan niyang gusto gihatag gyod kaniya sa iyang ginikanan. Gani, siya ra man ang mibalibad sa iyang ginikanan nga dili lang una motungha sa kolehiyo.<br />
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"Gusto na ko nga manarbaho, Bay. Walay ayo kon ari lang ta pirme sa atoa. Mag-unsa man nang pono nga dili man permanente. Dili na man na siya kasaligan sa among panginabuhi." Seryoso gyod ni siya sa iyang <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">plano</st1:city></st1:place>, sama sad nako, pero ang kalahian lang kay sila si Tatay ug Nanay wala gyod mosuportar sa akong gusto.<br />
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Gipaspasan nako ang akong lakang aron magdali mi nga moabot sa baylehan. Dili ko gusto nga makadungog og usab kaniya nga maghisgot bahin sa pagpanarbaho sa siyudad kay basin mobalik na usab ang akong hilom nga kasina niya.<br />
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"Inighuman sa pista, Bay, makatrabaho na tingali ko sa Mitsumi. Manimpalad na sab ko didto sa siyudad," pangataposan niyang sulti, daw buot nang manamilit og sayo si Bay Arsenio nako.<br />
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"Ug ania na gayod ang atong pinalangga nga SK Tsirman… si Kagalang-galang Julius Bojos uban sa iyang amigo nga si Arsenio Patalinghug," daw sagol bugalbugal nga sibya ni Delfin sa dihang nalantawan na niya mi nga nagpadulong na sa baylehan. Siaw gyod. Apan bisan ingon niini kasiaw ang akong amigo sa tagay, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> lamang kadto ka yugto sa mabulokon namo nga panaghigalaay.<br />
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Mipahiluna gilayon si Bay Arsenio didto sa pono aron makapanihapon na si Delfin. Arang-arang kay napakgang kadtong dagayday sa among estorya. Ang kanahan! Desidido na gyong molarga. Sa hilom, gusto gyod kong makatrabaho pod sa Mitsumi. Gusto pod kong moasenso. Si Bay Delfin sab hapit na kuhaon sa iyang maguwang kay pasudlon usab og trabaho didto sa gam-anan og <i>trailer</i> sa may Pier Uno. Makamao man nuon siyang mang-<i>welding</i>. Nindot lagi gyod ning siyudad ang trabahoan kay sikat kaayo. Dako-dako nga dungog. Gibati nako ang dako nga kahingawa. Pastilan! Ako na lang <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ang mahabilin dinhi sa among baryo kon molarga si Bay Arsenio. Ang uban namong mga barkada ug higala sa baryo atua na man sa siyudad. Si Bay Junie atua sa Gaisano Metro, tigputos sa <i>grocery</i>. Si Bay Joel Potot nakatrabaho na sab sa <i>bakery</i> sa siyudad. Makamao na gyod momasa og pandesal. Manghambog pa ang buang nga ang taga siyudad nalumay kuno sa iyang singot kay mao may iyang itempla sa harina. Si Bay Crispin nakatrabaho sab sa Mitsumi uban <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">nilang</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Bay</st1:placetype></st1:place> Dado, Dioscoro, ug ang magsoong Avito ug Ricardo. Sila tingali ang nag-aghat kang Bay Arsenio nga moaplay, da. Nindot ra ba ang makatrabaho sa Mitsumi. Uniporme pa lang, desente na kaayong tan-awon: <i>blue</i> unya itom ang pantalon ug may ID pang pakapin. Dako-dako gyod ang suweldo kay <i>minimum</i> man. Ang akong inadlaw kang Patring kon magdaro ko sa ilang uma doblehon sa suweldo sa Mitsumi. Nakapalit lagi akong mga barkada og <i>component</i>. Hagtob na ra ba kaayo ang ilang balay. Ang nanay ni Avito nagdatahan dayon og Promac nga <i>karaoke</i> sa Conpinco sa Bogo. Sila usab si Bay Crispin duna nay TV nga de kolor, data-data. Asenso na lagi ang mga kanahan. Si Bay Arsenio usab may gisaad, kaniadto pa, bahin sa iyang pono.<br />
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"Ako nyang ilisdan og Akai ang akong sawns, Bay, para dili na ni sawayon sa taga Bogo. Mopalit ko og nindot nga amplipayer, kanang hagtob gyod para dili na nila sawayon ang akong pono nga karaan. Mao na unya ni ang atong gamiton sa pista para dili na ta mangabang sa sawns ni Quidato kada pista. Mahal ra ba kaayo og <i>charge</i> nya ang ilang opereytor dili papuli. Wa ra bay salig nato. Sila ra gyod ang moatiman sa ilang <i>system</i>. Aw, may katungod man pod sila kay sila man ang tag-iya pero mao lagi, mahiubos ta kay menos kaayo ang ilang pagtan-aw nato. Mora gyod tag kawatan sa ilang tan-aw."<br />
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Mangurog gyod sa kalagot si Bay Arsenio kada pista kay gawas nga dili na tagdon ang kagang-kagang niyang pono, kontra pa gyod niya ang grupo sa mga <i>operator</i> sa taga lungsod. Apil pod ko sa gibatig kahiubos ug kalagot ngadto sa <i>operator</i> nga taga Bogo. Mataymingan lang nga adto ni sila kaon sa amoa sa pista, butangan gyod nakog daghang betsin ilang sud-an. Tan-awon tag kinsay mauna og kalipong. Labaw pa nya nilay nahilo sa tulingan. Naunsa man pod ning taga amo nga kon pista na gani, gusto man kaayog bongga nga sawns. Bisan tuod ako ang SK Chairman pero dili ko kabalibad sa hangyo sa kadaghanan nga mangabang gyod mig sawns nga arang-arang ug labihang kusoga; <i>disco lights</i> pa bay imo nga nindot kaayo. Mobahad-bahad sad si Bay Arsenio dala ang pangluod nga dili na siya moserbisyo inigliwas sa pista o kaha kon dunay kaslon.<br />
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"Papahulaya sa god na imong pono kada pista," alam-alam ko usab sa akong higala. Mao nga, kay wala na may areglahong pono kada pista, ang tagay na lay atimanon. Wala pa gani magsugod ang pinalitay sa sonata, hubog na siya.<br />
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Gisuroy <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> nako ang kilid sa baylehan kon aduna na bay kaulitawhan nga nangabot. Abiabihon man god nako sila kay kini laging isip SK Chairman. Gani, dili na pod ko kahatod sa mga dalaga inigkatingpamauli kay motabang man pod kog hipos sa pono. Serbisyo lagi.<br />
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"Dong Julius, tagay una!" dapit ni Noy Ado nga hubog na kaayo apan sige lang gihapog inom. Didto magpundok sa gamayng tindahan ni Benigna ang grupo ni Noy <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Ado</st1:city></st1:place> nga sila si Jose, Toper, Nardo.<br />
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"Sige, Noy, salamat. Gatas lay akoa kay bata pa ko," pasiaw nako dayong lamano kaniya imbes dawaton ang baso. "Palit nya mog sonata, Noy. Nindot ra ba ka mo-<i>cha-cha</i>." Wala na lang sab manumbaling si Noy Ado. Bisan palahubog ning tawhana pero kaila gihapog tawo, dili parehas sa uban nga tugkan og amnesya.<br />
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May pipila nga kaulitawhang nanagbarog usab kilid sa baylehan. Ang uban kanila naghinay-hinay nag tagay og Mucho o di kaha Red Horse. Hasi kaayo ang mga tindahan nila ni Haydee, Rosita, Mamel, Lading, ug uban pa. Didto usab si Tiya <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Lydia</st1:country-region></st1:place>, ang akong iyaan nga igsoon ni Mama, nagluto og binangkal.<br />
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"Tiya, binli nya kog <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">lima</st1:city></st1:place> kay akong ibato ugma sa buntog," timbaya nako sa akong iyaan nga gibuligan usab sa iyang kapikas nga si Tiyo Pedro.<br />
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"Hoy, Julius, humok tawon ni ron akong binangkal, dili parehas niadtong unang Sabado. Dad-i nya sila si Mama mo," tubag ni Tiya <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Lydia</st1:country-region></st1:place>.<br />
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"Kon di ko kalimot, Tiya. Pero ihapit lang na ninyo sa amo inig-uli ninyo ni Tiyo," matod nako nga nagdali nga makaabot sa baylehan.<br />
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Nakita ko na usab ang grupo nila ni Arlene ug uban pang <i>SK member</i> nga nangabiabi sa kadalagahan nga molingkod na sa baylehan. Tungod sa kanihit na karon sa kadalagahan, hasta ang mga nanagtungha sa elementarya, gipugos nila nga manglingkod na sa tunga.<br />
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Gisugdan ang bayle human patokara ni Arsenio ang "Bayang Magiliw". Gibasa nako ang unang namalit og sonata. Didto sa lamesa, nagkapuliki si Arlene. Maayo gani kay anaa si Jingjing— iyang ig-agaw nga dalagita na usab. Mauwaw pang mobayle kon dad-on.<br />
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"Ania karon… <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka <i>sweet music</i>… binayran kini sa Kanto Boys. Palihog lang walay sagol!" sing-al nako sa mikropono isip pasiuna sa bayle.<br />
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Gipislit, gialsa og gamay, gipaduol ang ngipon ngadto sa nagtuyok nga plaka dayong buhi ni Bay Arsenio sa dagom sa <i>turntable</i>. Mikanaas gilayon ang pasiuna sa hawot nga sonata. "When The Smoke Is Going Down". Mibaha gilayon ang pundok sa Kanto Boys padulong sa tunga sa baylehan hangtod sa nanaglingkod nga kadalagahan. Tagsa-tagsa og punit sa pares. Nagsugod ang bayle. Misenyas ang ilang lider nako nga si Bay Junjun.<br />
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"O, bayle sa tanan," sing-al usab nako. Ug misagol sab dayon ang laing grupo sa kaulitawhan.<br />
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"<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka <i>hot music</i> gikan sa Rugby Boys," basa na usab nako. Pastilan! Bisan unsa na may ngalan karon sa grupo. Milagubo gilayon ang "Tarzan Boys". Tungod kay wala may pahimangno sa mipalit nga walay sagol, daghan gyod ang nanayaw sa lainlaing kumpas. Way nahabilin sa kadalagahan.<br />
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May miawop nga <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka petromaks. Nagkid-op-kid-op ang gasa sa kapula ug nawala. Gidali-dali dayon kinig kuha ni Noy Leo ug gibombahan. Apan wa na mahibalik ang puti niining kahayag. Wa nay gas. Gipahungaw na lang ni Noy Leo ang hangin niini. Tulo na lang ka petromaks ang mingkombateg banwag nga ambot asa sab kaha kutob ang lahutay. Ubay-ubay pa ra ba ning sonata nga binayran. Sagol-sagol lang. <i>Waltz</i> sa mga tigulang ug sa mga haligi namo sa baryo. "Malaguenia Cha-cha". Didto usab ang <i>hot music</i> nga paborito sa mga batan-on: "I Wanna Dance With You Like Cha-Cha-Cha", "Nevermind"; mga <i>sweet music</i>: "Woman", "Still Loving You", ug uban pa.<br />
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Akong nabantayan nga nag-anam nag kagamay ang hut-ong sa kadalagahan nga nanglingkod. Pero ingon gyod ni niini. Gikulbaan ko. Ning higayona, gisabwag na sab sa trumpa ang "What Am I Living For" ni Eddie Perigrina nga gituyo gyod pagpalit ni Noy Leo. Si Bay Arsenio nabawo intawon inig ukay ganiha gikan sa karaang mga plaka kay mao man gyoy girekwes ni Noy Leo ug sa kauban niyang mga tanod. Pastilan, diyotay na man lang diay ang kadalagahan sa among baryo! Ang uban tua na man god sa siyudad, kadaghanan nagpabuwan, ang uban nanarbaho sa Mitsumi lagi. Ambot ngano nga daghan mang batan-on ang nadani niining dakong kompaniya sa Hapon. Mora god nig magneto nga mihigop sa hapit tanan namong kadalagahan. Apektado hinuon among baylehan.<br />
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<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Ala</st1:state></st1:place> una na dihang nahipos na namo ni Bay Arsenio ang pono. Sa amo lang una ni ipundo kay ugma na niya kuhaon kon naay sakyanan. Gipaningot intawon og pas-an si Bay Delfin sa bateriya. Ang mga bapols giyayongan sa ubang batan-on. Didto ni namo gibutang sa among kayda. Maayo kay nagmata pa si Tatay. Namulaw man tingali ni. Pero wala man ni siya moadto sa baylehan. Dili man sila mangadto si Nanay sa baylehan gawas kon pista kay motan-aw man sila sa pagpaso sa rayna ug mga dama.<br />
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"Taboni lang na ninyo og sako," mando ni Tatay kanamo dayong tunol sa sako nga igtatabon sa bapols didto sa among kayda. Ang <i>turntable</i> ug ang bag sa mga plaka didto namo isulod sa gamay namong sala.<br />
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"Pangape sa mo," agda ni Tatay sa mga batan-on. "Julius, andama ang mga baso," mando ni Tatay nako. "Duna koy gisikwate."<br />
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"Kuwarta lang kunoy kang Delfin, Noy Ignacio," tubag ni Kayok didto sa silong. Mohana na untag pauli ang grupo uban ni Bay Arsenio. Si Delfin nga nagdala og petromaks mipatid kang Kayok pero wala niya kini maigo kay milihay man.<br />
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"Ari na mo, pangape, diha lang mo sa balkon. Paresi ninyog binangkal," matod ni Tatay nga ganiha ra gyod ning sigeg yupyop sa iyang kuwako.<br />
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Sa dihang namauli na ang mga batan-on, nahilom pagkalit ang among balay. Mao lay mabati ang kanuos sa petromaks ni Noy Leo nga gibilin sab sa amoa.<br />
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"<st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>, naa pay bahaw? Naa pa man tay sobrang sud-an ganiha, no?" pangutana nako kang Tatay. Gigutom ko pero gusto nakong makaestoryag usab si Tatay sa dugay na nga tuyo kaniya— ang paglangyaw sa siyudad.<br />
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"Naay daghan. Init pa nang sabaw sa linat-ang manok. Ako man nang gipaayopan sa takuri," matod ni Tatay nga milingkod sa atbang.<br />
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Arang-arang kay miatubang si Tatay nako. Makalugar na gyod ko niyag pananghid pag-usab. Dugay na ning gusto nako ibungat. Sama sa plaka nga pagabalik-balikog tokar, dili pod ko pul-an pagbalik-balik sa akong tuyo niya.<br />
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"<st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>, ngaon ta," agda nako isip pasiuna.<br />
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"Sige. Busog pa ko. Manabako lang ko." Nagsige siyag yupyop sa kuwako. Pero ingon sa gipanid-an niya ang akong lihok.<br />
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"<st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>, sunod semana, ako una ang <i>operator</i> kay si Bay Arsenio mangaplay sa Mitsumi."<br />
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"Unya makamao na ka anang pono?" sukit niya. Maayo unta kon motubay ni siya sa akong tuyo.<br />
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"Kamao na, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>," matod ko. Apan giliwag gyod nako ang dagan sa among panag-estorya. "<st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>, dali ra man kuno makasulod og trabaho sa Mitsumi. Dili kaayo lisod ang <i>interview</i>. Modawat man silag <i>high school graduate</i> sama nako," sugod nakong patokar sa kaugalingong sonata.<br />
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"Aw, madawat gyod na si Arsenio kay kugihan man. Di ba klasmeyt man mo?"<br />
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"O, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>. Abi nimo, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>, hapit tanan nakong klasmeyt nakatrabaho na. Nakapalit na gani silag kahimanan sa panimalay. Ang uban nila nakapasemento na man sa ilang balay," kombensir nako niya.<br />
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Apan sama usab sa naandan niyang tokar, wala siya ganahing makigtubay nakog estorya. Mitindog siya og milakaw paingon sa among sala. Gibati ko ang talagsaong pag-inusara. Giyarok nako paghurot ang Jaz dayong tindog aron ibutang ang plato ug kutsara didto sa planggana sa panghugasan uban sa kinan-an ganiha nga wa pa kahugasi. Gusto nako nga sundon si Tatay aron lugiton sa dugay na nakong tuyo niya. Naabtan nako siya nga naghigda tupad ni Nanay.<br />
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"Dong Julius, pagnga unya nang petromaks ni Leo," mando niya.<br />
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Mingiob ang balay human nako ariyahi sa hangin ang petromaks. Bugtong lamparilya sa altar ang naghatag kahayag sa kaadlawon. Akong giserhan ang pultahan dayong kuha sa banig ug gibukhad. Pero wa pa ko batiag duka. Gusto kong makighinabi kang Tatay.<br />
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Ang kaguliyang kaganiha sa baylehan, karon, gipulihan na sa tingog sa mga mangloy sa gawas. Bugnaw ang gawas sa hangin nga buot mangwiwi sa sawog. Sa akong tupad ang pono ni Bay Arsenio. Didto usab ang bag nga puno sa plaka. Saulado nako ang tanang tokar pero may talagsaong sonata sa kaugalingon nga buot nakong awiton.<br />
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"Nagmata ka pa, Julius?" may tingog.<br />
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"Oo, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>," mubo kong tubag.<br />
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"Kon di ka kamata ugmag sayo, ako lang una ang motugbong sa Bogo," tingog sa kangitngit nga nangiway sa kahilom sa kagabhion. Apan wala nay sumpay.<br />
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Kahilom.<br />
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Mitakilid ko ug giatubang ang pono. Apan: "Nagsuwat mi kang Tiyo Esteban nimo. Sa sunod ting-abli, adto sa ka nila sa siyudad. Tiwas og eskuyla. Di ba gusto nimong mag-<i>nautical</i>?" Mao kining sonataha ang buot nakong mabati. Dili tiaw ang kalipay ko nga misayaw niining maong tokar ug nakapabuhi sa akong pangandoy.<br />
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Mihalang ang akong mata. "Salamat kaayo, <st1:place w:st="on">Tay</st1:place>."<br />
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<b>(KATAPOSAN)</b><br />
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<b> Analysis</b><br />
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<b> </b> For me, these novels are enjoyable to read.<br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Guide Questions:</b></span></div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote our own Cebuano Novels?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we appreciate our own Cebuano Novels?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Why do we need to acknowledge our own Cebuano Novels?</span></li>
</ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-66327644640968656992011-02-22T21:34:00.000-08:002011-03-24T20:58:07.296-07:00Cerbuano Short Stories<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Module 5 : Cebuano Short Stories</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Posted by : Ama A. Erana</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sources:<b> The writers of Cebu: An Anthology of Prize- Winning Short Stories</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Edited by: Resil B. Mojares, with an Introduction by national artist Nick Joaquin</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<ul><li>Show Short Stories to the Learners</li>
<li>Talk about Cebuano Short Stories</li>
<li> Appreciate the Cebuano Short Stories </li>
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<b>Introduction: </b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This Module is served as an educational supplement to the learners</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to be able them to have initiative in writing Cebuano Short Stories.</div><br />
<b>Discussion:</b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> SERVANT GIRL<br />
<a href="http://www.sushidog.com/bpss/authors.htm#alfon"><span class="author">by Estrella D. Alfon</span></a><u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">ROSA</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> was scrubbing the clothes she was washing slowly. Alone in the washroom of her mistress’ house she could hear the laughter of women washing clothes in the public bathhouse from which she was separated by only a thin wall. She would have liked to be there with the other women to take part in their jokes and their laughter and their merry gossiping, but they paid a centavo for every piece of soiled linen they brought there to wash and her mistress wanted to save this money.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A pin she had failed to remove from a dress sank its point deep into her finger. She cried to herself in surprise and squeezed the finger until the blood came out. She watched the bright red drop fall into the suds of soap and looked in delight at its gradual mingling into the whiteness. Her mistress came upon her thus and, shouting at her, startled her into busily rubbing while she tried not to listen to the scolding words.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When her mistress left her, she fell to doing her work slowly again, and sometimes she paused to listen to the talk in the bathhouse behind her. A little later her mistress’ shrill voice told her to go to the bathhouse for drinking water. Eagerly wiping her hands on her wet wrap, she took the can from the kitchen table and went out quickly.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was sweating at the defective town pump when strong hands closed over hers and started to help her. The hands pressing down on hers made her wince and she withdrew her hands hastily. The movement was greeted by a shout of laughter from the women washing and <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> looked at them in surprise. The women said to each other “<st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> does not like to be touched by Sancho” and then slapped their thighs in laughter. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> frowned and picked up her can. Sancho made a move to help her but she thrust him away, and the women roared again, saying “Because we are here, Sancho, she is ashamed.”<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> carried the can away, her head angrily down, and Sancho followed her, saying “Do not be angry,” in coaxing tones. But she went her slow way with the can.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her mistress’ voice came to her, calling impatiently, and she tried to hurry. When she arrived, the woman asked her what had kept her so long, and without waiting for an answer she ranted on, saying she had heard the women joking in the bathhouse, and she knew what had kept the girl so long. Her anger mounting with every angry word she said, she finally swung out an arm, and before she quite knew what she was doing, she slapped <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s face.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was sorry as soon as she realized what she had done. She turned away, muttering still, while <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s eyes filled with sudden tears. The girl poured the water from the can into the earthen jar, a bitter lump in her throat, and thought of what she would do to people like her mistress when she herself, God willing, would be “rich.” Soon however, she thought of Sancho, and the jokes the women had shouted at her. She thought of their laughter and Sancho following her with his coaxing tones, and she smiled slowly.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Getting back to her washing, she gathered the clothes she had to bleach, and piled them into a basin she balanced on her head. Passing her mistress in the kitchen, she said something about going to bleach the clothes and under her breath added an epithet. She had to cross the street to get to the stones gathered about in a whitened circle in a neighbor’s yard where she was wont to lay out the clothes. She passed some women hanging clothes on a barbed-wire fence to dry. They called to her and she smiled at them.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Some dogs chasing each other on the street, she did not notice because the women were praising her for the whiteness of the linen in the basin on her head. She was answering them that she hadn’t even bleached them yet, when one of the dogs passed swiftly very close to her. Looking down, she saw in wide alarm another dog close on the heels of the first. An instinctive fear of animals made her want to dodge the heedlessly running dog, and she stepped gingerly this way and that. The dog, intent on the other it was pursuing, gave her no heed and ran right between her legs as Rosa held on to the basin in frantic fear lest it fall and the clothes get soiled. Her <i>patadiong</i> was tight in their wetness about her legs, and she fell down, in the middle of the street. She heard the other women’s exclamations of alarm and her first thought was for the clothes. Without getting up, she looked at the basin and gave obscene thanks when she saw the clothes still piled secure and undirtied. She tried to get up, hurrying lest her mistress come out and see her thus and slap her again. Already the women were setting up a great to do about what had happened. Some were coming to her, loudly abusing the dogs, solicitousness on their faces. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> cried, “Nothing’s the matter with me.” Still struggling to get up, she noticed that her wrap had been loosened and had bared her breasts. She looked around wildly, sudden shame coloring her cheeks, and raised the wrap and tied it securely around herself again.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She could stand but she found she could not walk. The women had gone back to their drying, seeing she was up and apparently nothing the worse for the accident. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> looked down at her right foot which twinged with pain. She stooped to pick up the basin and put it on her head again. She tried stepping on the toes of her right foot but it made her wince. She tried the heel but that also made her bite her lip. Already her foot above the ankle was swelling. She thought of the slap her mistress had given her for staying in the bathhouse too long and the slap she was most certain to get now for delaying like this. But she couldn’t walk, that was settled.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
Then there came down the street a <i>tartanilla</i> without any occupant except the <i>cochero</i> who rang his bell, but she couldn’t move away from the middle of the street. She looked up at the driver and started angrily to tell him that there was plenty of room at the sides of the street, and that she couldn’t move anyway, even if there weren’t. The man jumped down from his seat and bent down and looked at her foot. The basin was still on <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s head and he took it from her, and put it in his vehicle. Then he squatted down and bidding <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> put a hand on his shoulders to steady herself, he began to touch with gentle fingers the swelling ankle, pulling at it and massaging it. They were still in the middle of the street. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> looked around to see if the women were still there to look at them but they had gone away. There was no one but a small boy licking a candy stick, and he wasn’t paying any attention to them. The <i>cochero</i> looked up at her, the sweat on his face, saw her looking around with pain and embarrassment mingled on her face. Then, so swiftly she found no time to protest, he closed his arms about her knees and lifted her like a child. He carried her to his <i>tartanilla,</i> plumped her down on one of the seats. Then he left her, coming back after a short while with some coconut oil in the hollow of his palm. He rubbed the oil on her foot, and massaged it. He was seated on the seat opposite Rosa’s and had raised the injured foot to his thigh, letting it rest there, despite <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s protest, on his blue faded trousers. The basin of wet clothes was beside <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> on the seat and she fingered the clothing with fluttering hands. The <i>cochero</i> asked her where she lived and she told him, pointing out the house. He asked what had happened, and she recited the whole thing to him, stopping with embarrassment when she remembered the loosening of her <i>patadiong</i>and the nakedness of her bosom. How glad she was he had not seen her thus. The <i>cochero</i> had finished with her foot, and she slid from the seat, her basin on a hip. But he took it from her, asking her to tell him where the bleaching stones were. He went then, and himself laid out the white linen on the stones, knowing like a woman, which part to turn to the sun.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">He came back after a while, just as <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> heard with frightened ears the call of her mistress. She snatched the basin from the <i>cochero’s </i>hand and despite the pain caused her, limped away.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She told her mistress about the accident. The woman did not do anything save to scold her lightly for being careless. Then she looked at the swollen foot and asked who had put oil on it. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> was suddenly shy of having to let anyone know about her <i>cochero,</i> so she said she had asked for a little oil at the store and put it on her foot herself. Her mistress was unusually tolerant, and <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> forgot about the slapping and said to herself this was a day full of luck!<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It was with very sharp regret that she thought of her having forgotten to ask the <i>cochero</i> his name. Now, in the days that followed, she thought of him, the way he had wound an arm around her knees and carried her like a little girl. She dreamed about the gentleness of his fingers. She smiled remembering the way he had laid out the clothes on stones to bleach. She knew that meant he must do his own washing. And she ached in tenderness over him and his need for a woman like her to do such things for him—things like mending the straight tear she had noticed at the knee of his trousers when her foot had rested on them; like measuring his <i>tartanilla</i> seat cushions for him, and making them, and stringing them on his vehicle. She thought of the names for men she knew and called him by it in thinking of him, ever afterwards. In her thoughts she spoke to him and he always answered.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She found time to come out on the street for a while, every day. Sometimes she would sweep the yard or trim the scraggly hedge of viola bushes; or she would loiter on an errand for tomatoes or vinegar. She said to herself, He dreams of me too, and he thinks of me. He passes here every day wishing to see me. She never saw him pass, but she said to herself, He passes just when I am in the house, that’s why I never see him.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Some <i>tartanilla</i> would pass, and if she could, as soon as she heard the sound of the wheels, she looked out of a window, hoping it would be Angel’s. Sometimes she would sing very loudly, if she felt her mistress was in a good humor and not likely to object. She told herself that if he could not see her, he would at least wish to hear her voice.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She longed no more to be part of the group about the water tank in the bathhouse. She thought of the women there and their jokes and she smiled, in pity, because they did not have what she had, some one by the name of Angel, who knew how to massage injured feet back to being good for walking and who knew how to lay out clothes for bleaching.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When they teased her about Sancho, who insisted on pumping her can full every time she went for drinking water, she smiled at the women and at the man, full of her hidden knowledge about someone picking her up and being gentle with her. She was too full of this secret joy to mind their teasing. Where before she had been openly angry and secretly pleased, now she was indifferent. She looked at Sancho and thought him very rude beside… beside Angel. He always put his hands over hers when she made a move to pump water. He always spoke to her about not being angry with the women’s teasing. She thought he was merely trying to show off. And when one day Sancho said, “Do not mind their teasing; they would tease you more if they knew I really feel like they say I do,” she glared at him and thought him unbearably ill-mannered. She spat out of the corner of her mouth, letting him see the grimace of distaste she made when she did so, and seeing Sancho’s disturbed face, she thought, If Angel knew, he’d strike you a big blow. But she was silent and proud and unsmiling. Sancho looked after her with the heavy can of water held by one hand, the other hand flung out to balance herself against the weight. He waited for her to turn and smile at him as she sometimes did, but she simply went her way. He flung his head up and then laughed snortingly.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">’s mistress made her usual bad-humored sallies against her fancied slowness. Noticing <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s sudden excursions into the street, she made remarks and asked curious questions. Always the girl had an excuse and her mistress soon made no further questions. And unless she was in bad temper, she was amused at her servant’s attempts at singing.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">One night she sent the maid to a store for wine. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> came back with a broken bottle empty of all its contents. Sudden anger at the waste and the loss made her strike out with closed fists, not caring where her blows landed until the girl was in tears. It often touched her when she saw <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> crying and cowering, but now the woman was too angry to pity.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It never occurred to <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> that she could herself strike out and return every blow. Her mistress was thirtyish, with peaked face and thin frame, and <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>’s strong arms, used to pounding clothes and carrying water, could easily have done her hurt. But <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> merely cried and cried, saying now and then <i>Aruy! Aruy!,</i> until the woman, exhausted by her own anger left off striking the girl to sit down in a chair, curse loudly about the loss of such good wine, and ask where she was going to get the money to buy another bottle.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> folded her clothes into a neat bundle, wrapped them in her blanket, and getting out her slippers, thrust her feet into them. She crept out of a door without her mistress seeing her and told herself she’d never come back to that house again.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It would have been useless to tell her mistress how the bottle had been broken, and the wine spilled. She had been walking alone in the street hurrying to the wine store, and Sancho had met her. They had talked; he begging her to let him walk with her and she saying her mistress would be angry if she saw. Sancho had insisted and they had gone to the store and bought the wine, and then going home, her foot had struck a sharp stone. She had bent to hold a foot up, looking at the sole to see if the stone had made it bleed. Her dress had a wide, deep neck, and it must have hung away from her body when she bent. Anyway, she had looked up to find Sancho looking into the neck of her dress. His eyes were turned hastily away as soon as she straightened up, and she thought she could do nothing but hold her peace. But after a short distance in their resumed walk home, he had stopped to pick up a long twig lying on the ground. With deft strokes he had drawn twin sharp peaks on the ground. They looked merely like the zigzags one does draw playfully with any stick, but <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place>, having seen him looking into her dress while she bent over, now became so angry that she swung out and with all her force struck him on the check with her open palm. He reeled from the unexpected blow, and quickly steadied himself while <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> shot name after name at him. Anger rose in his face. It was nearly dark, and there was no one else on the street. He laughed, short angry laughter, and called her back name for name. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> approached him and made to slap him again, but Sancho was too quick for her. He had slipped out of her way and himself slapped her instead. The surprise of it angered her into sudden tears. She swung up the bottle of wine she had held tightly in one hand, and ran after the man to strike him with it. Sancho slapped her arm so hard that she dropped the bottle. The man had run away laughing, calling back a final undeserved name at her, leaving her to look with tears at the wine seeping into the ground. Some people had come toward her then, asking what had happened. She had stooped, picked up the biggest piece of glass, and hurried back to her mistress, wondering whether she would be believed and forgiven.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> walked down street after street. She had long ago wiped the tears from her face, and her thoughts were of a place to sleep, for it was late at night. She told herself she would kill Sancho if she ever saw him again. She picked up a stone from the road, saying, I wish a cold wind would strike him dead, and so on; and the stone she grasped tightly, saying, If I meet him now, I would throw this at him, and aim so well that I would surely hit him.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She rubbed her arm in memory of the numbing blow the man had dealt it, and touched her face with furious shame for the slap he had dared to give her. Her fists closed more tightly about the stone and she looked about her as if she expected Sancho to appear.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She thought of her mistress. She had been almost a year in the woman’s employ. Usually she stayed in a place, at the most, for four months. Sometimes it was the master’s smirking ways and evil eyes, sometimes it was the children’s bullying demands. She had stayed with this last mistress because in spite of her spells of bad humor, there were periods afterward when she would be generous with money for a dress, or for a cine with other maids. And they had been alone, the two of them. Sometimes the mistress would get so drunk that she would slobber into her drink and mumble of persons that must have died. When she was helpless she might perhaps have starved if <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> had not forcibly fed her. Now, however, thought of the fierce beating the woman had given her made <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> cry a little and repeat her vow that she would never step into the house again.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Then she thought of Angel, the <i>cochero</i> who had been gentle, and she lost her tears in thinking how he would never have done what Sancho did. If he knew what had happened to her, he would come running now and take her to his own home, and she would not have to worry about a place to sleep this night. She wandered about, not stopping at those places where she knew she would be accepted if she tried, her mind full of the injustices she had received and of comparisons between Sancho and Angel. She paused every time a <i>tartanilla</i> came her way, peering intently into the face of the <i>cochero,</i> hoping it would be he, ready to break her face into smiles if it were indeed. She carried her bundle on her arm all this while, now clenching a fist about the stone she still had not dropped and gnashing her teeth.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She had been walking about for quite a while, feeling not very tired, having no urgent need to hurry about finding herself a place, so sharp her hopes were of somehow seeing her <i>cochero</i> on the streets. That was all she cared about, that she must walk into whatever street she came to, because only in that way would he see her and learn what they had done to her.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Then, turning into a street full of stores set side by side, she felt the swish of a horse almost brushing against her. She looked up angrily at the <i>cochero’s</i> laughing remark about his whip missing her beautiful bust. An offense like that, so soon after all her grief at what Sancho had done, inflamed her into passionate anger, and mouthing a quick curse, she flung the stone in her hand at the <i>cochero</i> on his seat. It was rather dark and she did not quite see his face. But apparently she hit something, for he suddenly yelled a stop at the horse, clambered down, and ran back to her, demanding the reason for her throwing the stone. She exclaimed hotly at his offense with the whip, and then looking up into his face, she gasped. She gasped and said, “Angel!”<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">For it was he. He was wearing a striped shirt, like so many other people were wearing, and he had on the very same trousers of dark blue he had worn when he massaged her foot. But he gazed at her in nothing but anger, asking whether her body was so precious that she would kill his horse. Also, why did she keep saying Angel; that was not his name!<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa kept looking up at him not hearing a word of his threats about taking her to the <i>municipio,</i> saying only Angel, Angel, in spite of his protests that that was not his name. At last she understood that the <i>cochero</i> did not even remember her and she realized how empty her thoughts of him now were. Even his name was not Angel. She turned suddenly to walk away from him, saying, “You do not even remember me.”<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The <i>cochero</i> peered at her face and exclaimed after a while, “Oh yes! the girl with the swollen foot!” Rosa forgot all the emptiness, forgot the sudden sinking of her heart when she had realized that even he would flick his whip at a girl alone on the road, and lifted her smiling face at him, stopping suddenly to tell him her foot had healed very quickly. The <i>cochero</i> asked her after a while where she was going, and she said breathlessly, without knowing just why she answered so, “I am going home!” He asked no questions about where she had been, why she was so late. He bade her ride in his vehicle, grandly saying he would not make her pay, and then, with many a loud exclamation to his horse, he drove her to her mistress’ house.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> didn’t tell him what had happened. Nor anything about her dreams. She merely answered the questions the <i>cochero</i> asked her about how she had been. “With the grace of God, all right, thank you.” Once he made her a sly joke about his knowing there were simply lots of men courting her. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> laughed breathlessly and denied it. She wished they would never arrive, but they soon did. The <i>cochero</i> waited for her to get out, and then drove off, saying “Don’t mention it” to her many thanks. She ran after the <i>tartanilla</i> when it had gone off a little way, and asked, running beside the moving vehicle, looking up into his face, “What is your name?”<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The <i>cochero</i> shouted, without stopping his horse, “Pedro” and continued to drive away.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:place u2:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></span></st1:place><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> went into the house without hesitation, forgetting all her vows about never stepping into it again and wondering why it was so still. She turned on the lights and found her mistress sleeping at a table with her head cradled in her arms, a new wine bottle before her, empty now of all its contents. With an arm about the thin woman’s waist, she half dragged her into her bed. When the woman would wake, she would say nothing, remembering nothing. <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place></st1:place> turned on the light in the kitchen and hummed her preparations for a meal. Ω<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><b><u><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on">MANILA</st1:place></st1:city></span></u></b></st1:place></st1:city><b><u><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> WITHOUT VERNA<u1:p></u1:p></span></u></b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Cecilia manguera Brainard</span></b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> AFTER a quarter of a century of living in America, I have turned into some kind of bird, a sparrow perhaps, returning to where I come from, once a year. One of the so-called "balikbayans" (which some people say with a sneer). Indeed we have become strange creatures, we balikbayans, not quite Filipino, not quite American. And still I do my annual trek, as if searching for something, what exactly I do not know, cannot pinpoint why exactly I return. I say it's to visit my mother. I say it's to visit my roots. But it's something else, something vital to my soul. Is it something from my past? Perhaps. So much of the present is linked to the past. Therefore this year, like the year before, and the year before that, I shut down my studio, say goodbye to my agent, and endure the 25-some hour flight from <st1:state u2:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:state> to <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city>. And this year, I say the weather isn't too bad although <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> is getting smoggy. And my mother says it's the lahar, it has been such since Mt. Pinatubo exploded in 1991, the lahar, diverting rivers, drowning towns, filling the air with blackness that we inhale, that my mother inhales and which sends her and many others in Manila into coughing spells. Bronchitis and asthma, ordinary day-to-day illnesses, this is Manila now unlike the Manila that I knew in the 60s, long stretches of fields between Malate and Quezon City, stretches of nothingness, a canopy of blue sky, now there are houses and buildings, and traffic that can try a saint. <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city>.<u1:p></u1:p></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">My school friends still remember me. Tess, especially, who was my best friend in high school, and who has remained a special friend always. "You must come to dinner. It's for the February celebrants," she insists. In their middle-age, my Theresian classmates have bonded and hold monthly dinners for their birthday celebrants. "It'll be at the clubhouse at my apartment. And we'll have a program, poetry reading! Bring your favorite poem to share. And you must tell us about your recent show. I heard it was a success."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tess lives in <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:placename u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Pacific</st1:placename></st1:place> <st1:placetype u2:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">Plaza</st1:placetype></st1:placetype></st1:placename></st1:place>, where Imelda Marcos has moved in recently; and when I arrive the women are huddled gossiping about the former first lady-something about Imelda forgetting to pay her phone bill and PLDT cutting her line. Twenty women whom I barely recognize, laughing giddily as if it's 1964 again, young 16 year olds, giggling without any care. A memory comes to me-our high school graduation night. After the ceremony, we returned to our classroom to gather our things for the last time. Someone started sobbing (was it Verna?), and a spell was cast, and all of us sat still and began crying, for no specific reason at all, just some vague sadness at the recognition that a chapter of our lives had ended, and that there was something out there for us, what exactly we didn't know. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes is present, a treat I understand because she doesn't usually attend these gatherings. There she sits looking very much like Sister Agnes of the past, large eyes with a startled expression, that tentative smile, that low clear voice recounting details about all of us. How does she do it? She must have had thousands of students, and still she remembers my Hong Kong-bought black shoes with Cuban heels, and she recounts with a laugh how much Tess loved cucumbers in her sandwiches. When we were freshmen in high school, Sister Agnes frightened us so much, we'd jump when she walked up to us. She was known as the terror. But she became our teacher in our Junior year, and even though she was strict, she loved us. We "belonged to her" and she tolerated our foibles. Once, standing in line for a long time; Tess and I became bored and we left the line to peer down some pipe. There was nothing there really, just a pipe shoved down the earth; and there we stood, with a vacuous expression, staring at the pipe and earth. Sister Agnes approached us; we jumped, ready to be punished. Instead she stared at the pipe and earth and declared, "Well, there's nothing there. Get back in line."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">They ask how I'm doing; they say they've been reading about me, that they're proud of me, so glad that I've "mainstreamed," one of few Filipino artists who have done so in the States. I smile, answer their questions, but do not go on and on about my work. It's taken me over two decades to learn my art, to make a name, to build a reputation-how can I sum up what I've done in a few minutes? How can they truly know the difficulties I've faced as a so-called "minority woman" in White America? How can they understand how much I put into my art, that it must be more than good, that it must stand out? How can they know the politics involved, the networking to gain whatever edge I can? How can they know the dry spells, the times when there's nothing, nothing worthwhile coming out on the canvas, and the panic I feel over this aridity? I smile, say things are just fine, that yes, my recent show went well, and yes I'll do one in <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> soon, perhaps at the Manila PEN. I avoid revealing to them the private details of my life-that I have no children, that in fact my husband left me because I did not want to have a child. Details-mundane, painful-that add another texture to the picture I have created of myself these years. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">After the explosion of greetings and remembrances, we settle down to chat and eat. I'm in a table with Araceli, Darn, Carol, Aida, Henedina, old friends, so we have an easy time catching up. Tess is in her element, flitting about, playing hostess. After dinner, she emcees the program. She cajoles everyone to get up to read a poem or recall favorite stanzas. Everyone hams it up in front of the mike, even shy Monina dares to read a poem. It's as if Sister Agnes's presence validates our youth-if she's around, surely we couldn't be that old? Silly young girls this balmy February night. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When the poetry reading disintegrates to nursery rhymes, Tess recovers the mike to read a poem by Maya Angelou. Her voice is soft and seductive like the night outside:</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The caged bird sings</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">with a fearful trill</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">of things unknown</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">but longed for still</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">and his tune is heard</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">on the distant hill</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">for the caged bird</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">sings of freedom.</span></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She pauses (as we all feel a pause in our hearts); then she invites others to continue the program. But we've run out of poems. Everyone who has brought a poem has shared it, and there is a lull in the program. The mike is passed around like a hot potato-here Carol, you emcee, no, you do it Araceli, no you do it. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes gets up, takes the mike from Tess's hands and says: I would like to say something. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A shadow flits across her face, and briefly I wonder if we forgot to say our prayers before eating. Sister says, "Tess's reading of "The Caged Bird" has reminded me of someone close to my heart, to our hearts. There is one of you who is not present here, and I want to remember her."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I know whom she is talking about-Verna. Verna, the other class artist aside from myself. Verna who did vivid water colors and oils that brought me to rain forests and the <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cordilleras</st1:place></st1:place>. Soft-spoken Verna, who unlike the other "artsy" ones in class, was most conservative in appearance. We dared wear clunky boys' shoes, she wore dainty black shoes that looked like ballet shoes. As the class artists, she and I were often pitted against each other. In our junior year there was an art contest and she and I knew we were the only serious candidates. I won the P200 price; and I was afraid that she would stay away from me. But no, when the winner was announced, Verna was the first to congratulate me. We became friends, meeting during recess and for lunch. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Verna talked me into joining the Solidality, and Sister Agnes got us started on visiting the sick at Philippine General Hospital. The very first time we went, we ran across a nurse carrying a basin filled with blood. I almost threw up. I hated that hospital, hated the indigent patients who clung to us with a desperation that took days to wash away from my skin, my soul. Verna did not mind talking to the patients, consoling them, giving them hope. "They're poor," she explained, as if I were unaware of that fact. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Verna fell in love with a boy of eight with kidney problems. Every Saturday, we visited the hospital, and she saw that boy. She brought him little gifts, toys and candies. He lit up when he saw her walking toward his bed. There was something I did not approve about that relationship, something that disturbed me. "He really likes you," I said, in a tone that was more reprimanding than I had wanted it to be. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"I like him too," she replied. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"But is that all right? Is it really all right for us to like these patients? We won't be members of the Solidality forever and then we won't be back, and then what will happen to them? We can't be friends with them, have them expect things from us, then abandon them?"</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"They'll go on without us." </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She said this so calmly, it infuriated me. Verna had a way of being self-righteous sometimes. She had a way of knowing black from white; whereas I always had too many gray areas in my life. Even now, there are a lot of gray areas in my life.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">One Saturday-it was March, almost the end of the school year-we visited the hospital. I was edgy because I figured it was time for Verna to say goodbye to the child, to explain to him that finals were coming and summer vacation would soon be here, that we would not be back to see him. "You must tell him, Verna, otherwise, he'll go on waiting for you."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Don't worry," she said. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When we entered the children's ward, his empty bed loomed in front of us. Verna and I glanced at each other. Without being told, we knew. The dayshift nurse confirmed that the boy was dead. All we could do was walk to the chapel and pray. Verna cried. I cried with her, but inside I felt that I had been right after all, that she shouldn't have gotten involved with that child. I picked up the idea then that relationships need to be measured in terms of the toll on one's self or one's goals. I don't believe Verna learned that lesson. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes's voice brings me back to the the clubhouse, to the present. "Do you know what happened to Verna?" she is asking.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">We nod. Someone says, "She died in a car accident."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tess wrote me about Verna's car accident in <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mindanao</st1:place></st1:place>. I'd just finished a huge painting of a "Mother and Child," in an Ifugao motif. I knew it was excellent, and I was feeling fuzzy the way I do when I create something really fine. The mailman came, and I spotted Tess's handwriting on an envelope. I opened her letter and found out about Verna. It was strange, but one of the first emotions that went through me was resentment that Verna had never even dropped me a postcard. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"There's more to the story than that," Sister continues.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"What?" we ask. What more could there have been except for the fact that Verna died at 30?</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"After graduation, Verna continued to visit me," Sister Agnes said. "She went to art school and I even helped get her a teaching position. She was an excellent art teacher. Things were going just fine for Verna until she met a man named Hector. Verna's greatest mistake, in my opinion, was falling in love with Hector. The political situation was very bad at that time, and Hector was an activist. Verna followed him wherever he went. I saw them in <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Negros</st1:place></st1:place> where they were conducting teach-ins for farmers. You recall that land reform was a big issue then. Verna and Hector were against the Marcos government and were deeply involved with the more radical political elements. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"In <st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Negros</st1:place></st1:place>, Verna told me that she loved Hector and would marry him. I wondered about this because I noticed another young woman who kept following Hector around. It was clear, at least to me, that Hector was keeping both Verna and this woman in tow. But Verna loved him too much and either ignored the situation, or believed that Hector's infatuation over the woman would pass.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Apparently, Hector's affection for the other woman did not fade because even when he and Verna were married, this woman continued to hang around them. This hurt Verna of course, and she mentioned this to me during her visits. But she could not leave him. That's what she said to me, 'I can't leave him. I love him.' By this time, she had given up her art. She was fully devoted to Hector and his causes. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"When the Marcos government started cracking down on anti-government elements, Hector and Verna went underground. I didn't hear from her for several years, but one day, Verna, with a baby in her arms, came to see me. She said she, Hector, and their baby would be leaving soon for the States, that things would be better, that they could work for the people over there. The baby was beautiful, clear-skinned with slanted eyes, like Verna's. There was one brief reference of that woman friend of Hector. Verna said it calmy, but I could imagine her pain over the situation. It seemed to me that all she wanted was a quiet life with Hector and their child. For years, she and Hector had lived a harsh life, hiding from the government, working for what they believed was good for the people. So you see, in many ways, Verna was a caged bird.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Well, you know how the story ends. One day, Hector, Verna, and their baby were in a car, near <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Davao</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city>. The military ambushed them; Verna was killed. Hector and the baby escaped. Why only Verna died, I'll never understand. A part of me says that she died because she wanted to die. Maybe loving Hector was too much for her. That was her biggest mistake, you know, loving that man.</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"So now, since we are gathered here, let us remember Verna for just a moment and pray for the eternal repose of her soul."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">After saying prayers for the dead, we mumble to one another surprise at Sister Agnes's story. None of us knew about Hector; none of us knew about the other woman; none of us knew about the ambush. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I am left with emotions so turbulent, I do not know where to begin to sort them out. I feel guilty that Verna is dead while I survived and am an artist with some measure of success. But at the same time I envy her political involvement and nobility to the end. I was not even in the Philippines when things were bad, when people like Verna were getting killed; I was in New York, making compromises to get where I am now. Again that huge expanse of gray in my life, while Verna knew what black was and what white was. I look at my life and my accomplishments and the price I've had to pay for all this; and I look at Verna's brief life; and I wonder who of us won this time. That art contest in high school-how simple it had been to win that P200. It has never been as simple ever again. Never. A sadness starts to gnaw inside me and will not leave. A pain that probably has been there for so many years I do not when it began. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When the others leave and only five of us remain, we ascend to Tess's apartment on the 40th floor. It is a magnificent apartment, surrounded by picture windows that make you feel as if you're floating on top of <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city>. We immediately gravitate to the enormous picture window in the living room that reveal to us Manila as we have never seen it before-a sprawling metropolis, a-glitter with multicolored lights. It's like staring at Hong Kong from <st1:state u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state></st1:place></st1:state>'s Peak at night. How glamorous <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> looks. Even with its smog, its poverty, its traffic, its turbulent history, <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> lays before me like a mysterious and beautiful woman. <st1:city u2:st="on"><st1:place u2:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city></st1:place></st1:city> moves me. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I can feel a stirring in me, an urge to capture this picture on canvas; (and always with that creative urge is a sense of excitement, of life.) It will be more than the sprawling city scene before me. The challenge as I see it will be to capture the evening on my canvas, maybe capture my sadness, maybe even capture Verna there. </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I will call my creation: "Manila Without Verna."</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Why is it important to write a Cebuano Short Stories?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">What are the benefits will be acquired to us in writing Cebuano Short Stories?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote our own Cebuano Short Stories?</span></li>
</ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-25540806904752216292011-02-22T16:32:00.000-08:002011-03-24T20:38:53.069-07:00Cebuano Poetry<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Module 4:<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Cebuano Poetry </span> </span> Posted by: Alma Erana</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sources: <b>Cebuano Poetry/Sugbuanong Balak:</b>Editors Erlinda K.Alburo, Simeon Dumdum,Jr.,Vicente Bandillo, and Resil B. Mojares</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This Module is intended to:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Show some pieces of Cebuano Poetry</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Talk about Cebuano Poetry</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"> Appreciate the Cebuano Poetry</span></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Introduction: </b>This module is served to be an educational supplement, to enhance the learners in promoting our own Cebuano Poetry.</span></div><br />
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</style><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Discussion:</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><u><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sugbuanong Balak </span></b></u><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"> Sinugdan ug Kataposan</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"> by:Francisco Candia</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nakita mong dunay nagsugod </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Dunay sinugdanan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nakita mong dunay natapos</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Dunay kataposan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Apan ang kamatuoran</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ang kataposan sinugadn</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ang sinugadn kataposan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Kon ang duha mao ang usa</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Unsay duna?</span></span><br />
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</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nakita mong dunay nagsugod</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Apan walay nasugdan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nakita mong dunay natapos</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Apan walay kataposan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Apan ang kamatuoran</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Kon dunay sinugdan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ug dunay kataposan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ang duha nga maoy usa</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nia lang sa kalibotan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ang tanan manggialamon</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nagtuon sa kahingpitan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Apan ang ilang sangkoan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Mao ray ilang aboton </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ug ang tinuod</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Wala gani makasugod</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ug wala pay sinugdan</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Unsa gani ang sukod</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Mao ray ilang tugkaran.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Beginning and End</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Translated by Simeon Dumdum Jr.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">You have seen someone begin</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">There is a beginning </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">You have seen something end</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">There is an end</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">But the truth is</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The end is the beginning</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The beginning end</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">If the two are one</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"> What's there?</span></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">You have seen someone begin</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">But nothing has been started</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">You have seen something ended</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">But there is no end</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">But the truth is</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">If there is a beginning </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">And there is an end</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The two which are one</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Are in this word only</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">All learned men</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Have studied perfection</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">But what they will end up with</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Is all they can reach</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">And the truth is</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">No one has started</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nothing has been started</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">whatever their depth</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Is all they can fathom.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><b>Sa Humot Mong Buhok</b> <b> </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><b> ni: Eugenio A. Viacrucis<br />
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</b>Nangalimyon, ahay!<br />
Samoyaw ug kadlum;<br />
Sa buhok mong itum,<br />
Labong pinadunghay,<b><br />
</b> <br />
Lab-as nga kahumot -<br />
Kalalim sa baho!<br />
Di ko gyud igsaho<br />
Sa langyawng pahumot.<br />
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Lubosa paghagkum,<br />
Sa puting tangkugo;<br />
Ayaw lag itago,<br />
Panit mong matahum.<br />
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Pangkoa sa hinay,<br />
Ampinging kaamyon;<br />
Bayag pagalamyon<br />
Sa hangin haruhay!<br />
<br />
Yuna pag isalum -<br />
Ipagba sa adlaw,<br />
Aron mangalisngaw:<br />
Samoyaw ua kadlum.<br />
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Kini lay palihog -<br />
Diyut da god lamang -<br />
Una ka moundang,<br />
Tagbawang kaibog.<br />
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Kon daw ikatugot -<br />
Kon di mo katak-an -<br />
Sagdi akong hagkan<br />
Ang buhok mong humot!<br />
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<b>On Your Fragrant Hair</b><br />
<b>Translated by: Vicente Bandillo</b><br />
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It exudes, ahay!<br />
Samoyaw and kadlum;<br />
Your black hair<br />
Flowing profusely down,<br />
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Fresh fragrance -<br />
How sweet the smell!<br />
I won't exchange it<br />
For imported perfume.<br />
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Claspit with the hand<br />
By the white nape;<br />
Don't hide<br />
Your lovely skin.<br />
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Bun it slowly,<br />
Mind the essence;<br />
It might be swallowed<br />
By the careless wind!<br />
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Before you dip it -<br />
Dry it in the sun,<br />
So it exhales:<br />
Samoyaw and kadlum.<br />
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I ask this only -<br />
Just a trifle -<br />
Before you finish<br />
Sate my desire.<br />
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If you permit me -<br />
If you don't begrudge it -<br />
Let me kiss<br />
Your fragrant hair.<br />
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</b><b>Didto Diin wala nay Ugma</b><br />
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Wala ko na bukha kining mga mata,<br />
Kay lahi na ang buntag. Wala na ang tuktugaok<br />
Nga mohadla sa kahimatngon; ug hain na ang bidlisiw<br />
Nga mangusi pagpukaw sa katapol nga pagmuok?<br />
Parat ug matigmi ang huhop sa hangin<br />
Nga gibulhot sa ginhawaan sa kangitngit;<br />
Nahipadpad kining kalag sa suok maalingning,<br />
Nag-usara sa pakigharung sa kasakit.<br />
<br />
Kining lawak nga langit atop ug pulos bintana<br />
Nag-anago ang lugsanayng kahayag nga way Adlaw.<br />
Way bulan. Way bituon.<br />
Ug ang amihan nakigkuros sa habagat.<br />
Nadungog ko apan wala lamang makita<br />
Ang balinsay sa mga bagal sa kaagi<br />
Naghuni ug dandansoy sa subo nga pahandum<br />
Sa hiagiang katahom nga di na gyod moagi!<br />
Pasagdan ko ang mga yatot sa akong tiilan<br />
Nangitkit sa mga kubal sa kanhi kong panlimbasog;<br />
Ila na ako karon - ug unsa pay ako ning dapit<br />
Nga wala nay ugma ug paglaom?<br />
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<b>Where There is No Tomorrow</b><br />
<b>Translated by: Vicente Bandillo</b><br />
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As yet I do not open these eyes,<br />
For morning has changed. Gone is the cockrow<br />
That would tease my senses; and where is the sunbeam<br />
That would pinch to waken this early languor?<br />
Salty and chilly is the gust of wind<br />
Exhaled by the maw of darkness;<br />
My soul is blown to a humid corner<br />
To face sorrow all alone.<br />
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Into this room, all window, with the sky for roof,<br />
Faintly filters light from no Sun.<br />
No moon. No stars.<br />
And the north wind contends with the south wind.<br />
I hear but do not see<br />
The stirrings of the remnants of the past<br />
Singing a song of sad remembering<br />
Of lost beauty that will not come again!<br />
I will ignore the strange beings at my feet<br />
Chewing up the calluses of my former struggles;<br />
I am theirs, now - and what else is there for me<br />
Here where hope has no tomorrow?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">We need to appreciate and acknowledge our own Cebuano Poems so that we Cebuano's become will known to our culture, and preserved our identity as a Cebuano's.<br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote our own Cebuano Poetry?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">What are the important aspects if we promote our native Cebuano Poetry?</span></li>
</ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-77302597880849924692011-02-19T23:21:00.000-08:002011-03-24T20:49:09.726-07:00Cebuano Writings<div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Module 3: Cebuano Writings</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Posted by: Alma A. Erana</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sources: <b>The Writers of Cebu: An Anthology of Prize-Winning stories</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Edited by; Resil B. Mojares with an introduction by national artist, Nick Joaquin, </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Cebuano poetry/ Sugbuanong Balak: </b>Editors Erlinda K. Alburo, Simeon Dumdum jr., Vicente Bandillo and Resil B.Mojares,</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Panulaang Cebuano:</b> Isanatipon ni Erlinda K. Alburo, Introduksyon ni Resil B. Mojares </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> __________________________________________ </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> This Module is intended to: </span></div><ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><li>Show the Cebuano writings to all readers</li>
<li>Appreciate the Cebuano Writings</li>
<li>Acknowledge the Cebuano Writings which gives us honor, and fame toward the society we belong.</li>
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</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Introduction: </b> </div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This Module is served to support all young learners, to know about our Cebuano Writings.</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Discussion:</b></div><br />
<b> Panulaang Cebuano</b><br />
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<b>Haring Gangis ug Haring Leon</b><br />
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<b>[Ang Haring Gangis misulti sa iyang mga sakop]</b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nganiya, niadtong usa ka adlaw</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ang Leon nagalakawlakaw</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ug ako nga diha sa dalan</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Iya lamang gitumban.</div><b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pagkat ang bata sa pagtulog</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Laging sa ina'y nakatabi</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sahig ay ayaw na magalaw</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Minamahal niyang parang itlog</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pitong taon na ang gaulang niya</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At ang ngipin ay nanghingo na</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Simula na ang penitensiya</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ng mga magulang niya</div><b><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kanya na ang lahat ng bisyo</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kahit anong pilit mahimo</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sa mga magulang ay perhuwisyo</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pinagbibigyan lahat ng gusto</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kaya't ating alalahanin</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sakripisyong kanilang dinaanan</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Huwag nating lapastanganin</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ang ating mga magulang.</div><b><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><u><b>Sugbuanong Balak:</b></u><br />
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<b>Sa Humot Mong Buhok</b><br />
<b> ni: Eugenio A. Viacrucis</b><br />
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Nangalimyon, ahay!<br />
Samoyaw ug kadlum;<br />
Sa buhok mong itum,<br />
Labong pinadunghay,<br />
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Lab-as nga kahumot -<br />
Kalalim sa baho!<br />
Di ko gyud igsaho<br />
Sa langyawng pahumot.<br />
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Lubosa paghagkum,<br />
Sa puting tangkugo;<br />
Ayaw lag itago,<br />
Panit mong matahum.<br />
<br />
Pangkoa sa hinay,<br />
Ampinging kaamyon;<br />
Bayag pagalamyon<br />
Sa hangin haruhay!<br />
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Yuna pag isalum -<br />
Ipagba sa adlaw,<br />
Aron mangalisngaw:<br />
Samoyaw ua kadlum.<br />
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Kini lay palihog -<br />
Diyut da god lamang -<br />
Una ka moundang,<br />
Tagbawang kaibog.<br />
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Kon daw ikatugot -<br />
Kon di mo katak-an -<br />
Sagdi akong hagkan<br />
Ang buhok mong humot!<br />
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<b>On Your Fragrant Hair</b><br />
<b>Translated by: Vicente Bandillo</b><br />
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It exudes, ahay!<br />
Samoyaw and kadlum;<br />
Your black hair<br />
Flowing profusely down,<br />
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Fresh fragrance -<br />
How sweet the smell!<br />
I won't exchange it<br />
For imported perfume.<br />
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Claspit with the hand<br />
By the white nape;<br />
Don't hide<br />
Your lovely skin.<br />
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Bun it slowly,<br />
Mind the essence;<br />
It might be swallowed<br />
By the careless wind!<br />
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Before you dip it -<br />
Dry it in the sun,<br />
So it exhales:<br />
Samoyaw and kadlum.<br />
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I ask this only -<br />
Just a trifle -<br />
Before you finish<br />
Sate my desire.<br />
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If you permit me -<br />
If you don't begrudge it -<br />
Let me kiss<br />
Your fragrant hair.<br />
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<b>Didto Diin wala nay Gugma</b><br />
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Wala ko na bukha kining mga mata,<br />
Kay lahi na ang buntag. Wala na ang tuktugaok<br />
Nga mohadla sa kahimatngon; ug hain na ang bidlisiw<br />
Nga mangusi pagpukaw sa katapol nga pagmuok?<br />
Parat ug matigmi ang huhop sa hangin<br />
Nga gibulhot sa ginhawaan sa kangitngit;<br />
Nahipadpad kining kalag sa suok maalingning,<br />
Nag-usara sa pakigharung sa kasakit.<br />
<br />
Kining lawak nga langit atop ug pulos bintana<br />
Nag-anago ang lugsanayng kahayag nga way Adlaw.<br />
Way bulan. Way bituon.<br />
Ug ang amihan nakigkuros sa habagat.<br />
Nadungog ko apan wala lamang makita<br />
Ang balinsay sa mga bagal sa kaagi<br />
Naghuni ug dandansoy sa subo nga pahandum<br />
Sa hiagiang katahom nga di na gyod moagi!<br />
Pasagdan ko ang mga yatot sa akong tiilan<br />
Nangitkit sa mga kubal sa kanhi kong panlimbasog;<br />
Ila na ako karon - ug unsa pay ako ning dapit<br />
Nga wala nay ugma ug paglaom?<br />
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<b>Where There is No Tomorrow</b><br />
<b>Translated by: Vicente Bandillo</b><br />
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As yet I do not open these eyes,<br />
For morning has changed. Gone is the cockrow<br />
That would tease my senses; and where is the sunbeam<br />
That would pinch to waken this early languor?<br />
Salty and chilly is the gust of wind<br />
Exhaled by the maw of darkness;<br />
My soul is blown to a humid corner<br />
To face sorrow all alone.<br />
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Into this room, all window, with the sky for roof,<br />
Faintly filters light from no Sun.<br />
No moon. No stars.<br />
And the north wind contends with the south wind.<br />
I hear but do not see<br />
The stirrings of the remnants of the past<br />
Singing a song of sad remembering<br />
Of lost beauty that will not come again!<br />
I will ignore the strange beings at my feet<br />
Chewing up the calluses of my former struggles;<br />
I am theirs, now - and what else is there for me<br />
Here where hope has no tomorrow?<br />
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<div class="subtitle"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> SERVANT GIRL<br />
<a href="http://www.sushidog.com/bpss/authors.htm#alfon"><span class="author">by Estrella D. Alfon</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="paragraph1"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ROSA</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> was scrubbing the clothes she was washing slowly. Alone in the washroom of her mistress’ house she could hear the laughter of women washing clothes in the public bathhouse from which she was separated by only a thin wall. She would have liked to be there with the other women to take part in their jokes and their laughter and their merry gossiping, but they paid a centavo for every piece of soiled linen they brought there to wash and her mistress wanted to save this money.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A pin she had failed to remove from a dress sank its point deep into her finger. She cried to herself in surprise and squeezed the finger until the blood came out. She watched the bright red drop fall into the suds of soap and looked in delight at its gradual mingling into the whiteness. Her mistress came upon her thus and, shouting at her, startled her into busily rubbing while she tried not to listen to the scolding words.</span></div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When her mistress left her, she fell to doing her work slowly again, and sometimes she paused to listen to the talk in the bathhouse behind her. A little later her mistress’ shrill voice told her to go to the bathhouse for drinking water. Eagerly wiping her hands on her wet wrap, she took the can from the kitchen table and went out quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was sweating at the defective town pump when strong hands closed over hers and started to help her. The hands pressing down on hers made her wince and she withdrew her hands hastily. The movement was greeted by a shout of laughter from the women washing and <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> looked at them in surprise. The women said to each other “<st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> does not like to be touched by Sancho” and then slapped their thighs in laughter. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> frowned and picked up her can. Sancho made a move to help her but she thrust him away, and the women roared again, saying “Because we are here, Sancho, she is ashamed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> carried the can away, her head angrily down, and Sancho followed her, saying “Do not be angry,” in coaxing tones. But she went her slow way with the can.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her mistress’ voice came to her, calling impatiently, and she tried to hurry. When she arrived, the woman asked her what had kept her so long, and without waiting for an answer she ranted on, saying she had heard the women joking in the bathhouse, and she knew what had kept the girl so long. Her anger mounting with every angry word she said, she finally swung out an arm, and before she quite knew what she was doing, she slapped <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was sorry as soon as she realized what she had done. She turned away, muttering still, while <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s eyes filled with sudden tears. The girl poured the water from the can into the earthen jar, a bitter lump in her throat, and thought of what she would do to people like her mistress when she herself, God willing, would be “rich.” Soon however, she thought of Sancho, and the jokes the women had shouted at her. She thought of their laughter and Sancho following her with his coaxing tones, and she smiled slowly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Getting back to her washing, she gathered the clothes she had to bleach, and piled them into a basin she balanced on her head. Passing her mistress in the kitchen, she said something about going to bleach the clothes and under her breath added an epithet. She had to cross the street to get to the stones gathered about in a whitened circle in a neighbor’s yard where she was wont to lay out the clothes. She passed some women hanging clothes on a barbed-wire fence to dry. They called to her and she smiled at them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Some dogs chasing each other on the street, she did not notice because the women were praising her for the whiteness of the linen in the basin on her head. She was answering them that she hadn’t even bleached them yet, when one of the dogs passed swiftly very close to her. Looking down, she saw in wide alarm another dog close on the heels of the first. An instinctive fear of animals made her want to dodge the heedlessly running dog, and she stepped gingerly this way and that. The dog, intent on the other it was pursuing, gave her no heed and ran right between her legs as Rosa held on to the basin in frantic fear lest it fall and the clothes get soiled. Her <i>patadiong</i> was tight in their wetness about her legs, and she fell down, in the middle of the street. She heard the other women’s exclamations of alarm and her first thought was for the clothes. Without getting up, she looked at the basin and gave obscene thanks when she saw the clothes still piled secure and undirtied. She tried to get up, hurrying lest her mistress come out and see her thus and slap her again. Already the women were setting up a great to do about what had happened. Some were coming to her, loudly abusing the dogs, solicitousness on their faces. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> cried, “Nothing’s the matter with me.” Still struggling to get up, she noticed that her wrap had been loosened and had bared her breasts. She looked around wildly, sudden shame coloring her cheeks, and raised the wrap and tied it securely around herself again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She could stand but she found she could not walk. The women had gone back to their drying, seeing she was up and apparently nothing the worse for the accident. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> looked down at her right foot which twinged with pain. She stooped to pick up the basin and put it on her head again. She tried stepping on the toes of her right foot but it made her wince. She tried the heel but that also made her bite her lip. Already her foot above the ankle was swelling. She thought of the slap her mistress had given her for staying in the bathhouse too long and the slap she was most certain to get now for delaying like this. But she couldn’t walk, that was settled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
Then there came down the street a <i>tartanilla</i> without any occupant except the <i>cochero</i> who rang his bell, but she couldn’t move away from the middle of the street. She looked up at the driver and started angrily to tell him that there was plenty of room at the sides of the street, and that she couldn’t move anyway, even if there weren’t. The man jumped down from his seat and bent down and looked at her foot. The basin was still on <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s head and he took it from her, and put it in his vehicle. Then he squatted down and bidding <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> put a hand on his shoulders to steady herself, he began to touch with gentle fingers the swelling ankle, pulling at it and massaging it. They were still in the middle of the street. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> looked around to see if the women were still there to look at them but they had gone away. There was no one but a small boy licking a candy stick, and he wasn’t paying any attention to them. The <i>cochero</i> looked up at her, the sweat on his face, saw her looking around with pain and embarrassment mingled on her face. Then, so swiftly she found no time to protest, he closed his arms about her knees and lifted her like a child. He carried her to his <i>tartanilla,</i> plumped her down on one of the seats. Then he left her, coming back after a short while with some coconut oil in the hollow of his palm. He rubbed the oil on her foot, and massaged it. He was seated on the seat opposite Rosa’s and had raised the injured foot to his thigh, letting it rest there, despite <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s protest, on his blue faded trousers. The basin of wet clothes was beside <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> on the seat and she fingered the clothing with fluttering hands. The <i>cochero</i> asked her where she lived and she told him, pointing out the house. He asked what had happened, and she recited the whole thing to him, stopping with embarrassment when she remembered the loosening of her <i>patadiong</i>and the nakedness of her bosom. How glad she was he had not seen her thus. The <i>cochero</i> had finished with her foot, and she slid from the seat, her basin on a hip. But he took it from her, asking her to tell him where the bleaching stones were. He went then, and himself laid out the white linen on the stones, knowing like a woman, which part to turn to the sun.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">He came back after a while, just as <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> heard with frightened ears the call of her mistress. She snatched the basin from the <i>cochero’s </i>hand and despite the pain caused her, limped away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She told her mistress about the accident. The woman did not do anything save to scold her lightly for being careless. Then she looked at the swollen foot and asked who had put oil on it. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> was suddenly shy of having to let anyone know about her <i>cochero,</i> so she said she had asked for a little oil at the store and put it on her foot herself. Her mistress was unusually tolerant, and <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> forgot about the slapping and said to herself this was a day full of luck!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It was with very sharp regret that she thought of her having forgotten to ask the <i>cochero</i> his name. Now, in the days that followed, she thought of him, the way he had wound an arm around her knees and carried her like a little girl. She dreamed about the gentleness of his fingers. She smiled remembering the way he had laid out the clothes on stones to bleach. She knew that meant he must do his own washing. And she ached in tenderness over him and his need for a woman like her to do such things for him—things like mending the straight tear she had noticed at the knee of his trousers when her foot had rested on them; like measuring his <i>tartanilla</i> seat cushions for him, and making them, and stringing them on his vehicle. She thought of the names for men she knew and called him by it in thinking of him, ever afterwards. In her thoughts she spoke to him and he always answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She found time to come out on the street for a while, every day. Sometimes she would sweep the yard or trim the scraggly hedge of viola bushes; or she would loiter on an errand for tomatoes or vinegar. She said to herself, He dreams of me too, and he thinks of me. He passes here every day wishing to see me. She never saw him pass, but she said to herself, He passes just when I am in the house, that’s why I never see him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Some <i>tartanilla</i> would pass, and if she could, as soon as she heard the sound of the wheels, she looked out of a window, hoping it would be Angel’s. Sometimes she would sing very loudly, if she felt her mistress was in a good humor and not likely to object. She told herself that if he could not see her, he would at least wish to hear her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She longed no more to be part of the group about the water tank in the bathhouse. She thought of the women there and their jokes and she smiled, in pity, because they did not have what she had, some one by the name of Angel, who knew how to massage injured feet back to being good for walking and who knew how to lay out clothes for bleaching.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When they teased her about Sancho, who insisted on pumping her can full every time she went for drinking water, she smiled at the women and at the man, full of her hidden knowledge about someone picking her up and being gentle with her. She was too full of this secret joy to mind their teasing. Where before she had been openly angry and secretly pleased, now she was indifferent. She looked at Sancho and thought him very rude beside… beside Angel. He always put his hands over hers when she made a move to pump water. He always spoke to her about not being angry with the women’s teasing. She thought he was merely trying to show off. And when one day Sancho said, “Do not mind their teasing; they would tease you more if they knew I really feel like they say I do,” she glared at him and thought him unbearably ill-mannered. She spat out of the corner of her mouth, letting him see the grimace of distaste she made when she did so, and seeing Sancho’s disturbed face, she thought, If Angel knew, he’d strike you a big blow. But she was silent and proud and unsmiling. Sancho looked after her with the heavy can of water held by one hand, the other hand flung out to balance herself against the weight. He waited for her to turn and smile at him as she sometimes did, but she simply went her way. He flung his head up and then laughed snortingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">’s mistress made her usual bad-humored sallies against her fancied slowness. Noticing <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s sudden excursions into the street, she made remarks and asked curious questions. Always the girl had an excuse and her mistress soon made no further questions. And unless she was in bad temper, she was amused at her servant’s attempts at singing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">One night she sent the maid to a store for wine. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> came back with a broken bottle empty of all its contents. Sudden anger at the waste and the loss made her strike out with closed fists, not caring where her blows landed until the girl was in tears. It often touched her when she saw <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> crying and cowering, but now the woman was too angry to pity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It never occurred to <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> that she could herself strike out and return every blow. Her mistress was thirtyish, with peaked face and thin frame, and <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>’s strong arms, used to pounding clothes and carrying water, could easily have done her hurt. But <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> merely cried and cried, saying now and then <i>Aruy! Aruy!,</i> until the woman, exhausted by her own anger left off striking the girl to sit down in a chair, curse loudly about the loss of such good wine, and ask where she was going to get the money to buy another bottle.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> folded her clothes into a neat bundle, wrapped them in her blanket, and getting out her slippers, thrust her feet into them. She crept out of a door without her mistress seeing her and told herself she’d never come back to that house again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">It would have been useless to tell her mistress how the bottle had been broken, and the wine spilled. She had been walking alone in the street hurrying to the wine store, and Sancho had met her. They had talked; he begging her to let him walk with her and she saying her mistress would be angry if she saw. Sancho had insisted and they had gone to the store and bought the wine, and then going home, her foot had struck a sharp stone. She had bent to hold a foot up, looking at the sole to see if the stone had made it bleed. Her dress had a wide, deep neck, and it must have hung away from her body when she bent. Anyway, she had looked up to find Sancho looking into the neck of her dress. His eyes were turned hastily away as soon as she straightened up, and she thought she could do nothing but hold her peace. But after a short distance in their resumed walk home, he had stopped to pick up a long twig lying on the ground. With deft strokes he had drawn twin sharp peaks on the ground. They looked merely like the zigzags one does draw playfully with any stick, but <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place>, having seen him looking into her dress while she bent over, now became so angry that she swung out and with all her force struck him on the check with her open palm. He reeled from the unexpected blow, and quickly steadied himself while <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> shot name after name at him. Anger rose in his face. It was nearly dark, and there was no one else on the street. He laughed, short angry laughter, and called her back name for name. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> approached him and made to slap him again, but Sancho was too quick for her. He had slipped out of her way and himself slapped her instead. The surprise of it angered her into sudden tears. She swung up the bottle of wine she had held tightly in one hand, and ran after the man to strike him with it. Sancho slapped her arm so hard that she dropped the bottle. The man had run away laughing, calling back a final undeserved name at her, leaving her to look with tears at the wine seeping into the ground. Some people had come toward her then, asking what had happened. She had stooped, picked up the biggest piece of glass, and hurried back to her mistress, wondering whether she would be believed and forgiven.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> walked down street after street. She had long ago wiped the tears from her face, and her thoughts were of a place to sleep, for it was late at night. She told herself she would kill Sancho if she ever saw him again. She picked up a stone from the road, saying, I wish a cold wind would strike him dead, and so on; and the stone she grasped tightly, saying, If I meet him now, I would throw this at him, and aim so well that I would surely hit him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She rubbed her arm in memory of the numbing blow the man had dealt it, and touched her face with furious shame for the slap he had dared to give her. Her fists closed more tightly about the stone and she looked about her as if she expected Sancho to appear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She thought of her mistress. She had been almost a year in the woman’s employ. Usually she stayed in a place, at the most, for four months. Sometimes it was the master’s smirking ways and evil eyes, sometimes it was the children’s bullying demands. She had stayed with this last mistress because in spite of her spells of bad humor, there were periods afterward when she would be generous with money for a dress, or for a cine with other maids. And they had been alone, the two of them. Sometimes the mistress would get so drunk that she would slobber into her drink and mumble of persons that must have died. When she was helpless she might perhaps have starved if <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> had not forcibly fed her. Now, however, thought of the fierce beating the woman had given her made <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> cry a little and repeat her vow that she would never step into the house again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Then she thought of Angel, the <i>cochero</i> who had been gentle, and she lost her tears in thinking how he would never have done what Sancho did. If he knew what had happened to her, he would come running now and take her to his own home, and she would not have to worry about a place to sleep this night. She wandered about, not stopping at those places where she knew she would be accepted if she tried, her mind full of the injustices she had received and of comparisons between Sancho and Angel. She paused every time a <i>tartanilla</i> came her way, peering intently into the face of the <i>cochero,</i> hoping it would be he, ready to break her face into smiles if it were indeed. She carried her bundle on her arm all this while, now clenching a fist about the stone she still had not dropped and gnashing her teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She had been walking about for quite a while, feeling not very tired, having no urgent need to hurry about finding herself a place, so sharp her hopes were of somehow seeing her <i>cochero</i> on the streets. That was all she cared about, that she must walk into whatever street she came to, because only in that way would he see her and learn what they had done to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Then, turning into a street full of stores set side by side, she felt the swish of a horse almost brushing against her. She looked up angrily at the <i>cochero’s</i> laughing remark about his whip missing her beautiful bust. An offense like that, so soon after all her grief at what Sancho had done, inflamed her into passionate anger, and mouthing a quick curse, she flung the stone in her hand at the <i>cochero</i> on his seat. It was rather dark and she did not quite see his face. But apparently she hit something, for he suddenly yelled a stop at the horse, clambered down, and ran back to her, demanding the reason for her throwing the stone. She exclaimed hotly at his offense with the whip, and then looking up into his face, she gasped. She gasped and said, “Angel!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">For it was he. He was wearing a striped shirt, like so many other people were wearing, and he had on the very same trousers of dark blue he had worn when he massaged her foot. But he gazed at her in nothing but anger, asking whether her body was so precious that she would kill his horse. Also, why did she keep saying Angel; that was not his name!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa kept looking up at him not hearing a word of his threats about taking her to the <i>municipio,</i> saying only Angel, Angel, in spite of his protests that that was not his name. At last she understood that the <i>cochero</i> did not even remember her and she realized how empty her thoughts of him now were. Even his name was not Angel. She turned suddenly to walk away from him, saying, “You do not even remember me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The <i>cochero</i> peered at her face and exclaimed after a while, “Oh yes! the girl with the swollen foot!” Rosa forgot all the emptiness, forgot the sudden sinking of her heart when she had realized that even he would flick his whip at a girl alone on the road, and lifted her smiling face at him, stopping suddenly to tell him her foot had healed very quickly. The <i>cochero</i> asked her after a while where she was going, and she said breathlessly, without knowing just why she answered so, “I am going home!” He asked no questions about where she had been, why she was so late. He bade her ride in his vehicle, grandly saying he would not make her pay, and then, with many a loud exclamation to his horse, he drove her to her mistress’ house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> didn’t tell him what had happened. Nor anything about her dreams. She merely answered the questions the <i>cochero</i> asked her about how she had been. “With the grace of God, all right, thank you.” Once he made her a sly joke about his knowing there were simply lots of men courting her. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> laughed breathlessly and denied it. She wished they would never arrive, but they soon did. The <i>cochero</i> waited for her to get out, and then drove off, saying “Don’t mention it” to her many thanks. She ran after the <i>tartanilla</i> when it had gone off a little way, and asked, running beside the moving vehicle, looking up into his face, “What is your name?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The <i>cochero</i> shouted, without stopping his horse, “Pedro” and continued to drive away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="paragraph2"><br />
</div><div class="paragraph2"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rosa</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> went into the house without hesitation, forgetting all her vows about never stepping into it again and wondering why it was so still. She turned on the lights and found her mistress sleeping at a table with her head cradled in her arms, a new wine bottle before her, empty now of all its contents. With an arm about the thin woman’s waist, she half dragged her into her bed. When the woman would wake, she would say nothing, remembering nothing. <st1:place w:st="on">Rosa</st1:place> turned on the light in the kitchen and hummed her preparations for a meal. Ω<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">MANILA</span></u></b></st1:place></st1:city><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> WITHOUT VERNA<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Cecilia manguera Brainard</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> AFTER a quarter of a century of living in America, I have turned into some kind of bird, a sparrow perhaps, returning to where I come from, once a year. One of the so-called "balikbayans" (which some people say with a sneer). Indeed we have become strange creatures, we balikbayans, not quite Filipino, not quite American. And still I do my annual trek, as if searching for something, what exactly I do not know, cannot pinpoint why exactly I return. I say it's to visit my mother. I say it's to visit my roots. But it's something else, something vital to my soul. Is it something from my past? Perhaps. So much of the present is linked to the past. Therefore this year, like the year before, and the year before that, I shut down my studio, say goodbye to my agent, and endure the 25-some hour flight from <st1:state w:st="on">New York</st1:state> to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>. And this year, I say the weather isn't too bad although <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> is getting smoggy. And my mother says it's the lahar, it has been such since Mt. Pinatubo exploded in 1991, the lahar, diverting rivers, drowning towns, filling the air with blackness that we inhale, that my mother inhales and which sends her and many others in Manila into coughing spells. Bronchitis and asthma, ordinary day-to-day illnesses, this is Manila now unlike the Manila that I knew in the 60s, long stretches of fields between Malate and Quezon City, stretches of nothingness, a canopy of blue sky, now there are houses and buildings, and traffic that can try a saint. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">My school friends still remember me. Tess, especially, who was my best friend in high school, and who has remained a special friend always. "You must come to dinner. It's for the February celebrants," she insists. In their middle-age, my Theresian classmates have bonded and hold monthly dinners for their birthday celebrants. "It'll be at the clubhouse at my apartment. And we'll have a program, poetry reading! Bring your favorite poem to share. And you must tell us about your recent show. I heard it was a success."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tess lives in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Pacific</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Plaza</st1:placetype></st1:place>, where Imelda Marcos has moved in recently; and when I arrive the women are huddled gossiping about the former first lady-something about Imelda forgetting to pay her phone bill and PLDT cutting her line. Twenty women whom I barely recognize, laughing giddily as if it's 1964 again, young 16 year olds, giggling without any care. A memory comes to me-our high school graduation night. After the ceremony, we returned to our classroom to gather our things for the last time. Someone started sobbing (was it Verna?), and a spell was cast, and all of us sat still and began crying, for no specific reason at all, just some vague sadness at the recognition that a chapter of our lives had ended, and that there was something out there for us, what exactly we didn't know. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes is present, a treat I understand because she doesn't usually attend these gatherings. There she sits looking very much like Sister Agnes of the past, large eyes with a startled expression, that tentative smile, that low clear voice recounting details about all of us. How does she do it? She must have had thousands of students, and still she remembers my Hong Kong-bought black shoes with Cuban heels, and she recounts with a laugh how much Tess loved cucumbers in her sandwiches. When we were freshmen in high school, Sister Agnes frightened us so much, we'd jump when she walked up to us. She was known as the terror. But she became our teacher in our Junior year, and even though she was strict, she loved us. We "belonged to her" and she tolerated our foibles. Once, standing in line for a long time; Tess and I became bored and we left the line to peer down some pipe. There was nothing there really, just a pipe shoved down the earth; and there we stood, with a vacuous expression, staring at the pipe and earth. Sister Agnes approached us; we jumped, ready to be punished. Instead she stared at the pipe and earth and declared, "Well, there's nothing there. Get back in line."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">They ask how I'm doing; they say they've been reading about me, that they're proud of me, so glad that I've "mainstreamed," one of few Filipino artists who have done so in the States. I smile, answer their questions, but do not go on and on about my work. It's taken me over two decades to learn my art, to make a name, to build a reputation-how can I sum up what I've done in a few minutes? How can they truly know the difficulties I've faced as a so-called "minority woman" in White America? How can they understand how much I put into my art, that it must be more than good, that it must stand out? How can they know the politics involved, the networking to gain whatever edge I can? How can they know the dry spells, the times when there's nothing, nothing worthwhile coming out on the canvas, and the panic I feel over this aridity? I smile, say things are just fine, that yes, my recent show went well, and yes I'll do one in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> soon, perhaps at the Manila PEN. I avoid revealing to them the private details of my life-that I have no children, that in fact my husband left me because I did not want to have a child. Details-mundane, painful-that add another texture to the picture I have created of myself these years. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">After the explosion of greetings and remembrances, we settle down to chat and eat. I'm in a table with Araceli, Darn, Carol, Aida, Henedina, old friends, so we have an easy time catching up. Tess is in her element, flitting about, playing hostess. After dinner, she emcees the program. She cajoles everyone to get up to read a poem or recall favorite stanzas. Everyone hams it up in front of the mike, even shy Monina dares to read a poem. It's as if Sister Agnes's presence validates our youth-if she's around, surely we couldn't be that old? Silly young girls this balmy February night. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When the poetry reading disintegrates to nursery rhymes, Tess recovers the mike to read a poem by Maya Angelou. Her voice is soft and seductive like the night outside:</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The caged bird sings</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">with a fearful trill</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">of things unknown</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">but longed for still</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">and his tune is heard</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">on the distant hill</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">for the caged bird</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">sings of freedom.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She pauses (as we all feel a pause in our hearts); then she invites others to continue the program. But we've run out of poems. Everyone who has brought a poem has shared it, and there is a lull in the program. The mike is passed around like a hot potato-here Carol, you emcee, no, you do it Araceli, no you do it. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes gets up, takes the mike from Tess's hands and says: I would like to say something. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A shadow flits across her face, and briefly I wonder if we forgot to say our prayers before eating. Sister says, "Tess's reading of "The Caged Bird" has reminded me of someone close to my heart, to our hearts. There is one of you who is not present here, and I want to remember her."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I know whom she is talking about-Verna. Verna, the other class artist aside from myself. Verna who did vivid water colors and oils that brought me to rain forests and the <st1:place w:st="on">Cordilleras</st1:place>. Soft-spoken Verna, who unlike the other "artsy" ones in class, was most conservative in appearance. We dared wear clunky boys' shoes, she wore dainty black shoes that looked like ballet shoes. As the class artists, she and I were often pitted against each other. In our junior year there was an art contest and she and I knew we were the only serious candidates. I won the P200 price; and I was afraid that she would stay away from me. But no, when the winner was announced, Verna was the first to congratulate me. We became friends, meeting during recess and for lunch. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Verna talked me into joining the Solidality, and Sister Agnes got us started on visiting the sick at Philippine General Hospital. The very first time we went, we ran across a nurse carrying a basin filled with blood. I almost threw up. I hated that hospital, hated the indigent patients who clung to us with a desperation that took days to wash away from my skin, my soul. Verna did not mind talking to the patients, consoling them, giving them hope. "They're poor," she explained, as if I were unaware of that fact. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Verna fell in love with a boy of eight with kidney problems. Every Saturday, we visited the hospital, and she saw that boy. She brought him little gifts, toys and candies. He lit up when he saw her walking toward his bed. There was something I did not approve about that relationship, something that disturbed me. "He really likes you," I said, in a tone that was more reprimanding than I had wanted it to be.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"I like him too," she replied. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"But is that all right? Is it really all right for us to like these patients? We won't be members of the Solidality forever and then we won't be back, and then what will happen to them? We can't be friends with them, have them expect things from us, then abandon them?"</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"They'll go on without us." </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She said this so calmly, it infuriated me. Verna had a way of being self-righteous sometimes. She had a way of knowing black from white; whereas I always had too many gray areas in my life. Even now, there are a lot of gray areas in my life.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">One Saturday-it was March, almost the end of the school year-we visited the hospital. I was edgy because I figured it was time for Verna to say goodbye to the child, to explain to him that finals were coming and summer vacation would soon be here, that we would not be back to see him. "You must tell him, Verna, otherwise, he'll go on waiting for you."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Don't worry," she said. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When we entered the children's ward, his empty bed loomed in front of us. Verna and I glanced at each other. Without being told, we knew. The dayshift nurse confirmed that the boy was dead. All we could do was walk to the chapel and pray. Verna cried. I cried with her, but inside I felt that I had been right after all, that she shouldn't have gotten involved with that child. I picked up the idea then that relationships need to be measured in terms of the toll on one's self or one's goals. I don't believe Verna learned that lesson.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sister Agnes's voice brings me back to the the clubhouse, to the present. "Do you know what happened to Verna?" she is asking.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">We nod. Someone says, "She died in a car accident."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tess wrote me about Verna's car accident in <st1:place w:st="on">Mindanao</st1:place>. I'd just finished a huge painting of a "Mother and Child," in an Ifugao motif. I knew it was excellent, and I was feeling fuzzy the way I do when I create something really fine. The mailman came, and I spotted Tess's handwriting on an envelope. I opened her letter and found out about Verna. It was strange, but one of the first emotions that went through me was resentment that Verna had never even dropped me a postcard. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"There's more to the story than that," Sister continues.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"What?" we ask. What more could there have been except for the fact that Verna died at 30?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"After graduation, Verna continued to visit me," Sister Agnes said. "She went to art school and I even helped get her a teaching position. She was an excellent art teacher. Things were going just fine for Verna until she met a man named Hector. Verna's greatest mistake, in my opinion, was falling in love with Hector. The political situation was very bad at that time, and Hector was an activist. Verna followed him wherever he went. I saw them in <st1:place w:st="on">Negros</st1:place> where they were conducting teach-ins for farmers. You recall that land reform was a big issue then. Verna and Hector were against the Marcos government and were deeply involved with the more radical political elements. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"In <st1:place w:st="on">Negros</st1:place>, Verna told me that she loved Hector and would marry him. I wondered about this because I noticed another young woman who kept following Hector around. It was clear, at least to me, that Hector was keeping both Verna and this woman in tow. But Verna loved him too much and either ignored the situation, or believed that Hector's infatuation over the woman would pass.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Apparently, Hector's affection for the other woman did not fade because even when he and Verna were married, this woman continued to hang around them. This hurt Verna of course, and she mentioned this to me during her visits. But she could not leave him. That's what she said to me, 'I can't leave him. I love him.' By this time, she had given up her art. She was fully devoted to Hector and his causes. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"When the Marcos government started cracking down on anti-government elements, Hector and Verna went underground. I didn't hear from her for several years, but one day, Verna, with a baby in her arms, came to see me. She said she, Hector, and their baby would be leaving soon for the States, that things would be better, that they could work for the people over there. The baby was beautiful, clear-skinned with slanted eyes, like Verna's. There was one brief reference of that woman friend of Hector. Verna said it calmy, but I could imagine her pain over the situation. It seemed to me that all she wanted was a quiet life with Hector and their child. For years, she and Hector had lived a harsh life, hiding from the government, working for what they believed was good for the people. So you see, in many ways, Verna was a caged bird.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Well, you know how the story ends. One day, Hector, Verna, and their baby were in a car, near <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Davao</st1:place></st1:city>. The military ambushed them; Verna was killed. Hector and the baby escaped. Why only Verna died, I'll never understand. A part of me says that she died because she wanted to die. Maybe loving Hector was too much for her. That was her biggest mistake, you know, loving that man.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"So now, since we are gathered here, let us remember Verna for just a moment and pray for the eternal repose of her soul."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">After saying prayers for the dead, we mumble to one another surprise at Sister Agnes's story. None of us knew about Hector; none of us knew about the other woman; none of us knew about the ambush. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I am left with emotions so turbulent, I do not know where to begin to sort them out. I feel guilty that Verna is dead while I survived and am an artist with some measure of success. But at the same time I envy her political involvement and nobility to the end. I was not even in the Philippines when things were bad, when people like Verna were getting killed; I was in New York, making compromises to get where I am now. Again that huge expanse of gray in my life, while Verna knew what black was and what white was. I look at my life and my accomplishments and the price I've had to pay for all this; and I look at Verna's brief life; and I wonder who of us won this time. That art contest in high school-how simple it had been to win that P200. It has never been as simple ever again. Never. A sadness starts to gnaw inside me and will not leave. A pain that probably has been there for so many years I do not when it began. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When the others leave and only five of us remain, we ascend to Tess's apartment on the 40th floor. It is a magnificent apartment, surrounded by picture windows that make you feel as if you're floating on top of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>. We immediately gravitate to the enormous picture window in the living room that reveal to us Manila as we have never seen it before-a sprawling metropolis, a-glitter with multicolored lights. It's like staring at Hong Kong from <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state>'s Peak at night. How glamorous <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> looks. Even with its smog, its poverty, its traffic, its turbulent history, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> lays before me like a mysterious and beautiful woman. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> moves me. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I can feel a stirring in me, an urge to capture this picture on canvas; (and always with that creative urge is a sense of excitement, of life.) It will be more than the sprawling city scene before me. The challenge as I see it will be to capture the evening on my canvas, maybe capture my sadness, maybe even capture Verna there. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I will call my creation: "Manila Without Verna."</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pasayawa ko inday <br />
Sayaw lang sa uban <br />
Ikaw may gusto ko <br />
Nganong ako nga ana may uban <br />
Pagaksa nalang ko day <br />
Di ko lagi kay wa koy gusto <br />
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Irog irog, unsay irog, sibog sibog <br />
unsay sibog, unsay sibog sibog ngarig dyutay <br />
Pastilan nimo inday, pagkawala moy kalooy <br />
Oy ang gugma undo, dimadalag looy looy <br />
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Pahaluka nalang kug dyutay, unsay halok oy unsay dyutay <br />
Irog irog, unsay irog, sibog sibog <br />
unsay sibog, unsay sibog sibog ngarig dyutay <br />
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Pahaluka ko day, asa man? sa imong aping <br />
Nganom man? ako ay molakaw, asa man? <br />
Ngadto sa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Davao</st1:city></st1:place>, aw diay <br />
Maayo iniini maghimo kita <br />
ug handuman, unsa man? panyong binurdahan <br />
sineprahan sa imong ngalan, aw diay <br />
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Paminaw ra undo, ngano man? aniay tambag <br />
Unsa man? paghinayhinay do, ngamo man? ikaw mabonggo aw diay <br />
Maayo pa undo palayo nalang kanako, ngano man? <br />
kay dili ka gayud makadama <br />
ning akung dughan, aw diay <br />
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Paliton ko day ang imong kaanyag <br />
Aniay lima nga akung ihatag, dawata ni kini <br />
Ayaw diha ug tinunto undo ngano ba ug dili dili ko mamenyo <br />
Madubok ikaw, bisan, sigi na lagi, dili <br />
Wa nay mupunit, ngano bag way molingi <br />
Kay ang gugma ko dili kabayran ug lima lang ka pesos <br />
Aron lang magum-os. <br />
Tingali unya ikaw magbasol <br />
niaanang imong hikug-hikug <br />
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Sigi sigi na, ha ha ha <br />
Aniay <st1:city w:st="on">lima</st1:city>, ha ha ha <br />
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Lima</st1:city></st1:place> kalibo ni, be tan-awon ta be <br />
Bwahahaha wa ka kuyapi <br />
che che<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">**<b>BALELING<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mutya ka Baleling sa katahum<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Timgas pa sa puti nga baybayon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tila na Baleling layo-layo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Si Tangkay Baleling pasibuto<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bangkaw-banal Baleling matayo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Utol kaw Baleling pamalayo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mutya ka Baleling sa katahum<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Timgas sa puti nga baybayon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kon ikaw Baleling ang mawala<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kon ikaw Baleling di ko makita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gugma ko Baleling magahulat<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Taliwala ning lawod sa mga luha...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">***<b>Gugmang gi-atay<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The ambassadors<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kung ikaw masayod<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Og paminawon mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay kung pananglit<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Panggiran mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mga panompaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pasalig ko<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kung galing kalit ka mobiya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Di ko kapogyan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Balon mga luha kay ikaw akong himaya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Handomon matag karon og unya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ikaw langit og yuta akong pinangga<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Unya mo ako lang kangit2x og gikuyogan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sa ulan og sa kalit lng nahanaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang giblisyo sa adlaw<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Oh kahag sa imong panugway nga<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Naulipon sa gugmang giatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Inday paminawa <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">taos</st1:city></st1:place> kong gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Na kanimo akong gigasa dli mo man mahatag ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tanan bahandi ning kalibotana apan inday<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gahintaw nalaot na naulipon sa gugmang giatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">****<b>HILOT<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kung akoy mulakaw unya inig uli hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kung di ko kalakaw dili sad ko maka hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang among silingan sigihan nako ug hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Hasta iyang nanay ako sad hiloton<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Uyab ni Pundoy sigihan nako ug hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Hasta si Pundoy ako sad hiluton<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">CHORUS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli uli uli uli uli Hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kad uli hilot Kad uli hilot Kad uli..........hilot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">*****SENIOR CITIZEN<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. lo.. la.. la.. la.. lo la<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. la.. l..a lo laaaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang akong lolo magsige lag pa gwapo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bisag wala na siya'y buhok sa iyang ulo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang akong lola kay mag lagot niya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay ang chicks kay pwirting niyang pilita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sigeg pamada bisag nangurog ika ihi na<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mao kana si lolo ang akong lolo na gwapo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Karon si lola nasad ang nagpa gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nag butag pulbos lipstick mag maskara<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Unya si lolo pwirting niyang lagota<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay si lola magsul-ob diay og mubo na saya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sigeg lamba lamba bisag nangurog ang tuhod niya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mao kana si lola ang akong lola na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(churos)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang tigulang bisag bako maningkamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mobarog motindog aron molabyog<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sa dihang nag lalis sila kung kinsa gyud ang gwapo og gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Niabot si mama nagdala og planggana gibunalan silang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(back to chorus)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">.la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..lola..la..lolaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">La.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">.la..la..la..la..la..la.. la..la..laa.. lolaaaaaaaaa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">******<b>CHARING</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ayaw nakog ilara pa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kaila nako sa imoha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">magpa sweet sweet paka sa ako<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ikugan man diay kang dako<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga seksi ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">barako man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">nagpadala ko og dyesmel<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kay nagtoo ko nga ikaw <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka anghel<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">nasayang lang jud ang akong kwarta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">demonyo man diay kang kagwanga ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga gwapa ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">macho man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ingon paka nga seksi ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">na model ka sa perla<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">pero katong nag eyeball ta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">barako man diay ka<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing kasakit sa kasingkasing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nailad ko sa buing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">charing nialok pa sa akong aping<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">si dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">dodong charing..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">*******<b>CHINITA</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ako karon nageskwela<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Daghan klasmeyt nga amega<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pwerte pa jud nilang gwapaha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May mistisa ug chinita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Refrain:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay lage estudyante<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pirmi jud sa library<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Abi nimo mag-study<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay diay magbantay sa mangagi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Inday, nagtabisay akong laway<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Tungod sa matahom mong panagway<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">In-love jud ko sa klasmeyt ko nga chinita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay nindot siya mo-porma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Labi na kung mo-smile pa sa ako-a<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">2<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kung mag-hi ko sa iyaha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sige lang jud siyag pandeadma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Wala siya kahibalo nga ako neseryoso<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sa gugma kong tinud-anay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Hapit na gani ko magpakamatay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Maangkon lang ang gugma mo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ug kana ikalipay ko<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Break<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Repeat Chorus 3x<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">********<b>Liar Evil<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">By Agressive Audio</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gigutom si dodong john john nangita og<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kan-anan aron mahuwasan ang naghilab niyang tiyan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ni order og paklay tawgi og barbekyong atay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:city w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Lima</span></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> ka platong kan-on og <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> ka bandihadong bihon..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pagkahuman og kaon nanghingiki sa iyang ngipon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pagpaningil sa tindera nikalit lang og drama-drama<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pahilahiklak sa lamesa bisag deli madalag artista<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikawat iyang pitaka.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang gwapo na boknoy sige lag suroy-suroy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Buntag udto hapon ang pamahaw tingbon sa panihapon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Way lain buhaton mag stambay kay manglabni og celpon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Deli ra ba mokuha kung ang pon nimo way kamera<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kaluoy sa dalaga celphone niya tiway na<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gipangita siya ni spo1 juan way kalibutan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Hasta niya gyud niyang kurata kay siya gipangutana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ingon siya wa ko kaila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Naabay tikasan na motug-an<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Naabay kawatan na motug-an<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bakakon ka! liar evil ka!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">*********<b>BUGNO SILA<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">INTRO:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila, nagkayagaw na lang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mga agta, awswang, ug mga tikbalang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nagkagidlay, nagkatuwad sila sila bomba<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ako lang dungog kay okey ra na day<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila bira! Wa ka kuyapi?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">bugno sila manananggal ug aswang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">nagkalintuwad, nabulahog natikay-ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">bugno kawrasay, nabugto ang bra<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">napukas ang palda walay panty ang isa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">lagnutay suok nangaligid sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ug sige bugno sila, ang mga kontrabida<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">II-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila nagsige’g nilayugay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ang agta mitiyabaw kay gi bungsakalay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ug mikatawa ang dwende nga nalipay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Unya nakita ang ikog nga gabitay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Ug hastang aswang, nakitang aswang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mikamangkamang mura’g iro’ng buang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Pagliso niya postiso natangtang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gihagkan siya sa guwapo nga tikbalang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Unya hala sige, riot na sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rock into disco ug chacha nagkarambula<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Duwende nga cute, wakwak na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">* mituwad tuwad ang balbal nga dako ug mata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">misayaw ang sigben gusting moromansa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ug sige’g riot sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">buntagay karambula<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">dunay engkanto ng tsismosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May misakay’g sige na mistesa(bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Dunay iro nga mura’g abo (bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bag-ong showbiz dunay intriga sila (bugno sila)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May motukar kay kayabag<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Dunay yabag kay mokanta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Saksak sinagol ang estorya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">** Busa hala sige, riot na sila<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Rap into disco ug chacha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nagkarambola,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Duwende nga cute, wakwak na gwapa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(balik sa * hangtod sa karambola)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Finale:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Bugno sila(5x)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(balik sa **, *)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">IV-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May nangapiang, nabungi, natakiang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May empakto nga atras abante ang lakang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sanlibo nga bayot murag gawi nga bakang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nahuboog sa sukà, nalipong natikay-ang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nagkamuritsing ug nagkagidlay na lang<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">May libat nga zombie, nagsigiseggggggg…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(Balik sa II)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Coda:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">**********<b>GIKUMOT-KUMOT<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gipanumpa ko na, nga kitang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Magtiunay sa ato nga gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">abi mo kita, magkadayon na,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kay sa gugma mo, nanumpa ka...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gipanumpa ko na, nga kitang duha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Magtiunay sa ato nga gugma<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">abi mo kita, magkadayon na,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kay sa gugma mo, nanumpa ka...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay Gikumot-kumot, gikumot-kumot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">gikumot-kumot, gikumot-kumot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">gikumot-kumot....<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">kalit gibyaan, ikaw na naghilak<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mao nang dagway mo kung sa samin daw mabuak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Chorus:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay gikumot-kumot, sa dakong kamot<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">ang dughan mong pagkadako, dako sa gugma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Kay Gikumot-kumot...!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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<b>Guide Questions:</b><br />
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<b> Analysis</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> We need to appreciate our own Cebuano writings so that the value of our own Cebuano writings will be uplifted, and we become will known to other cultures.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><ul style="color: #cc0000;"><li style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why there is a need to promote our Cebuano Writings?</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">How do we promote, conserved, and Propel our Cebuano Writings?</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">What are the porpuse of Cebuano Writings? </span></li>
</ul>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-30745218399848494872011-02-17T22:35:00.000-08:002011-02-19T22:32:16.510-08:00Cebuano WritersModule 2: Cebuano Writers<br />
Posted by: Alma Erana<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Sources: Cebuano Literature ni Resil B. Mojares pages 135-161</div><div style="text-align: left;"> wikipedia.org/wiki/cebuano_lit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> www. mapsofworld .com/ cities/ philippines/ cebu-city/ erlinda-k-alburo</div><div style="text-align: center;">________________________________________________________________</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This module is intended to:</div><ul><li>Acknowledge the Cebuano writers and promote their achievements in Cebuano writings.</li>
<li>expose the individual biography of Cebuano writers</li>
<li>introduce the Cebuano writings to the learners.</li>
</ul>Introduction<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This module is served to be an educational supplement for learners tool in learning Cebuano writers, together with their biographies and some of their works.<br />
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<div class="Section1"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">List of Cebuano Writers<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: auto;" /> </span> <br />
<div class="Section2"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Antonio Abad<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Ceres Yap Chai Abanil<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Martin Abellana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Onofre Abellanosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Ramón D. Abellanosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Victorina A. Abellanosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Temistokles Adlawan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Ruperto Alaura<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Erlinda K. Alburo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Sinforosa Alcordo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Jacinto Alcos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Vicente Alcover<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Diosdado G. Alesna<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Epifanio Alfafara<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Sergio Alfafara<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Brígido B. Alfar<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Estrella Alfon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Potenciano Alino<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Cora Almerino<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Tomás N. Alonso<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Francisco C. Álvarez<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Uldarico A. Alviola<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Ignatio Francisco Alzina<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Gavin Bagares<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Cecilia Manguerra Brainard<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Simeon Dumdum, Jr.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Lina Espina-Moore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Resil Mojares<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Hilda Montaire<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Hope Sabanpan-Yu<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Ben Zubiri<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Cecilia Manguerra Brainard</span></u></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> is a Filipina author of fiction based in <st1:state w:st="on">California</st1:state>, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">U.S.A.</st1:country-region></st1:place>. She was born in <st1:city w:st="on">Cebu</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Philippines</st1:country-region>, attended St. Theresa's College in Cebu and in San Marcelino, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>. She also went to <st1:placename w:st="on">Maryknoll</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">College</st1:placetype> (now <st1:placename w:st="on">Miriam</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">College</st1:placename>) in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Quezon City</st1:place></st1:city> from 1964 to 1968, graduating with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communication Arts. She did graduate work in film making at UCLA in 1969. Brainard's works include the internationally acclaimed novel, When the Rainbow Goddess Wept, Woman with Horns and Other Stories and Philippine Woman in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>. She is the editor of the anthology Fiction by Filipinos in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> and teaches creative writing at the Writers' Program of UCLA Extension.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was born in 1947 and grew up with her influential family in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>, on the Island of Cebu, Philippines. Cebu appears in her short stories and novel as Ubec (<st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> spelled backwards). Her idyllic childhood is associated with her father, an engineer who was already in his fifties when she was born. Brainard was the youngest of four children. Her father died when she was nine. To cope with the loss of the father figure, she started writing journals at the age of nine. Her writing eventually evolved into essays, then short stories, then novels.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She is the author and editor of over a dozen books, 250 published essays and four-dozen stories. From 1968 to 1981, she worked in the area of communications as a documentary scriptwriter, fundraiser and as an assistant director for a non-profit organization that included responsibilities in public relations and development. Since 1981, she has worked as a freelance writer. She has taught in the Animation Department at the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">Southern California</st1:placename></st1:place>. She teaches creative writing at the UCLA-Extension Writers’ Program. She once wrote a bi-monthly column, Filipina American Perspective for the Philippine American News, a newspaper in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Los Angeles</st1:place></st1:city> from 1982 to 1988. She was a founding member and past officer of Philippine American Women Writers and Artists (PAWWA). She is a member of PEN <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">As an author, editor, and teacher, Brainard is like the epic storyteller, Yvonne, in her internationally-acclaimed novel, When the Rainbow Goddess Wept. She promotes Filipino-American writers and Filipino-American literature so that other readers may learn, recover and remember. Her works can be found in periodicals such as Focus <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>, Philippine Graphic, Mr. and Mrs. Magazine, Katipunan, Amerasia Journal, Bamboo Ridge and The California Examiner among many others. Her stories have been anthologized in the pages of Making Waves (1989), Forbidden Fruit (1992), Songs of Ourselves (1994), On a Bed of Rice (1995), "Pinay: Autobiographical Narratives by Women Writers, 1926-1998" (Ateneo 2000), "Asian American Literature" (Glencoe McGraw-Hill 2001) and many others.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Brainard immigrated to <st1:country-region w:st="on">America</st1:country-region> in 1968 and became a naturalized <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region> citizen in 1972. She eventually married Lauren Brainard, whom she had met in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> when he was serving in the U.S. Peace Corps. The couple settled in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Santa Monica</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">California</st1:state></st1:place> where they have three sons namely Christopher, Alexander, and Andrew.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her Novels and Short Story Collections<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Acapulco</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> at Sunset and other Stories (short story collection, Anvil, 1995)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Angelica's Daughters, a Dugtungan Novel (a collaborative novel co-authored by Brainard, Cuizon,Evangelista,Montes, and Sarreal, Anvil, 2010)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Gokkusagi Tanricasi Agladginda" (Turkish edition of "When the Rainbow Goddess Wept" Bilge Kultur Sanat, translated by Fusun Talay, 2001)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Magdalena</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> (novel, Plain View Press, 2002)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Vigan and other Stories (short story collection, Anvil, 2010, forthcoming)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">When the Rainbow Goddess Wept (novel, Dutton, 1994), which first appeared as Song of Yvonne, (New Day Publishers, 1991) (Plume paperback, 1995), (University of Michigan Press, 1999)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Woman With Horns and Other Stories (short story collection, New Day Publishers, 1988)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her works as editor of short story collections<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Ala</st1:place></st1:state> Carte Food and Fiction (Edited by Brainard and Orosa, Anvil, 2007)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Contemporary Fiction by Filipinos in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> (Anvil, 1998)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Fiction by Filipinos in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> (New Day, 1993)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Growing Up Filipino: Stories for Young Adults (PALH & Anvil, 2003)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Growing Up Filipino II: More Stories for Young Adults (PALH, 2010)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Seven Stories from Seven Sisters: A Collection of Philippine Folktales (Co-editor, PAWWA, 1992)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * The Beginning and Other Asian Folktales (Co-editor, PAWWA, 1995)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her essays and non-fiction collections<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Finding God: True Stories of Spiritual Encounters" (Edited by Brainard and Orosa, Anvil, 2009)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Fundamentals of Creative Writing" (Anvil, 2009)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Behind the Walls: Life of Convent Girls" (Edited by Brainard and Orosa, Anvil, 2005)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Cecilia's Diary: 1962-1969 (memoir, Anvil, 2003)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Journey of 100 Years: Reflections on the Centennial of Philippine <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Independence</st1:place></st1:city> (Edited by Brainard and Litton, Anvil, PAWWA, 1999)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Philippine Woman in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> (New Day Publishers, 1991)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her awards<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gintong Aklat Award (Golden Book Award), for Finding God: True Stories of Spiritual Encounters (coedited with Marily Y. Orosa) (2009)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Gourmand Award, for Ala Carte Food & Fiction (coedited with Marily Y. Orosa) (2008)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Certificate of Recognition from the <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> Provincial Government (2006)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Certificate of Recognition from the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">California</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">State</st1:placetype></st1:place> Senate, 21st District (2001)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Filipinas Magazine Achievement Award for Arts and Culture (2001)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">California</span></st1:placename><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> <st1:placetype w:st="on">State</st1:placetype></span></st1:place><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> Summer School for the Arts Award (2000)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Outstanding Individual Award from the City of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Cebu</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Philippines</st1:country-region></st1:place> (1997)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">USIS Travel Lecture Grants (1995 & 1997))<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Makati</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> Rotarian Award (1994)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Literature Award, Filipino Women's Network (1992)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">City of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Los Angeles</st1:place></st1:city> Certificate of Appreciation (1992)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Brody Arts Fund Fellowship (1991)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Special Recognition Award, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Los Angeles</st1:place></st1:city> Board of Education (1991)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">City of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Los Angeles</st1:place></st1:city> Cultural Grant (1990–91)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">California</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> Arts Council Artists' Fellowship in Fiction (1989–90)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Honorable Mention Award of the Philippine Arts, Letters, and Media Council (PALM) for Welcome to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> (1989)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Recognition Award, National Citizen Movement for Free Elections (NAMFREL) (1987)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Fortner Prize, for the story The Balete Tree (1985)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Erlinda Kintanar Alburo</span></u></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> is a prolific contemporary Cebuano language scholar and promoter of the language. She is the Director of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebuano</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Studies</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Center</st1:placetype></st1:place> of the University of San Carlos, Philippines. She is an active member of Women in Literary Arts (WILA), and writes poetry both in English and cebuano. She teaches on the anthropology of linguistics.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Works:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> Provincial History Project. Cluster 1 editor<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Sinug-ang: A Cebuano trio, by Erlinda K. Alburo, Cora Almerio, and Ester Tapia. Women in Literary Arts-Cebu, Inc., 1999. Poems in English by three Cebuanas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Dulaang Cebuano, edited by Erlinda K. Alburo, Resil Mojares, and Don Pagusara. Ateneo de Manila University Press, 1993. Collection of Cebuano plays.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Panulaang Cebuano, collected by Erlinda K. Alburo and with introduction by Resil B. Mojares. Ateneo de Manila University Press, 1993. Collection of Cebuano poems.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Bibliography of Cebuano folklore, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">San Carlos</st1:placename></st1:place>, 1977.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Cebuano poetry = Sugboanong balak. Edited and translated by Erlinda K. Alburo et al. <st1:placename w:st="on">Cebuano</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Studies</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Center</st1:placetype>, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">San Carlos</st1:placename></st1:place>, 1988. Cebuano poetry with translations into English.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Centering voices: an anthology. Edited by Erlinda K. Alburo, Erma M. Cuizon and Ma. Paloma A. Sandiego. Women in Literary Arts, 1995. Poems and short stories in English and Tagalog.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Cebuano folksongs. Editor/translator, Erlinda K. Alburo. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">San Carlos</st1:placename></st1:place>, 1978.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * Gawad Bonifacio sa panitikan. Editor for Cebuano. National Commission for Culture and the Arts, 1998. Collection of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Philippines</st1:country-region></st1:place> literature about Bonifacio.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> * <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>: more than an island. Essays on cultural topics by Resil B. Mojares, Reina-Marie C. Bernaldez, Raymund L. Fernandez, Erlinda K. Alburo, Melva R. Java, Jovi and Ma. Cristina Juan, Reynaldo E. Martires, Erma M. Cuizon, and Jenara R. Newman. Ayala Foundation, 1997.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Erlinda K. Alburo is a modern-day scholar of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>. She is a famous personality of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>. She has the credit of being the promoter of Cebuano literature and language. Erlinda K. Alburo pens down poems in both English and Cebuano language. Erlinda Kintanar Alburo has a close association with <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>. She is the Director of Cebuano Studies Center, which is included in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">San Carlos</st1:placename></st1:place>. She teaches literature, English and research. Erlinda K. Alburo has completed her Ph.D. from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Silliman</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype></st1:place> in the field of literature. Erlinda has been involved in many works and contributed towards betterment of the society. The Faigao Memorial Writers Workshop of Cebu, which takes place once in a year, is arranged by Alburo. Alburo plays an active role in the Women in Literary Arts or WILA.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">ABAD, ANTONIO M. 1894- 1940.</span></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Born in Barili on May 10, 1894. Studied at the Coligio de San Carlos. Primarily a Spanish writer, he wrote fiction , essays, and plays. Edited La Revolution, EL Espectador, The adviser. Won the Zobel Price in 1928 for the novel EL ultimo romantico and in 1929 for La oveja de Nathan (with Flaviano Zaragoza). Won prices in the commonwealth Literary Awards. Spanish professor at the University of the Philippines. Called 'el grand novilista de la literatura Filipinohispana despues de Rizal.' [D.M. Estabaya,' Sa natad sa katikang bisaya, Oct 21'70. This series is herein subsequently referred to as ESB; Estanilao B. Alinea, Historia analitica de laliteratura Filipino hispana, Ciudad de quezon; Imprinta Los Filipinos, 1964, pp. 171-72.] </span></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">ABELLANA, MARTIN.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Born in San Nicolas</span> in<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 1904. A graduate of Cebu Normal Institute, he taught in the public and private schools for thirty years. Has produced 22 novels, over 100 stories, as well as poems, and plays. Among his novels are Kaulit sa Kalipay, Ang Kalayo sa Sulad, Tulisok sa Tanlag, Basuni sa Katingala, Awit sa Gugma, and others. LUDABI president, 1956-58. Editor of Ang Dagang Bisaya, the LUDABI publication. [ESB: Nov. 24'66; Godofredo M. Roperos, "Ang Katilingban ni Martin Abellana sa katilingban nga iyang gipuy-an sulod sa upat ka sugilanon," Ang Dagang Bisaya, Jne-Jul-Aug 1969.] </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ABELLANOSA, ONOPRE. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dramatist and poet. Born in Prado in 1913. Awriter prolific in many forms, his best story is Ang Kagabhion (Bisayas, 1946). His plays include Florika (1930), Ang Pahiyum Mo (19490), Gahum sa Latigo (1965), and others. In 1948, he won second prize in the Rizal biography writing contest sponsored by Vicente Sotto. Has contributed to Babaye, Nasud, Tabunon, Bisaya, and others. Teaches at the Gullas High School in Pardo, Cebu. [ESB: Feb 17'67.]</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ANTONIO MERCADO ABAD (1894-1970) was a poet, pictionist, playwrite and essayist from Cebu, Philippines, who wrote in spanish when such was the language of Filipino society. He was educated at the University of San Carlos (formerly the Seminario -Colegio de Sa Carlos.) He was master of <u>costumbrismo</u> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(local color), in</span> a personal form of anecdote known as instantanea or rafaga. He won the Premio Zobel in 1928 and 1929. He was a professor at Far Eastern Uneversity and the University of the Philippines, where he taught Spanish and co-founded the Department of Spanish 9 now European Language). His novel La oveja de Nathan is widely discussed in the following article in Spanish, by Professor Manuel Garcia Castellon, from University of New Orleans. He is the father of literary critic and poet .<br />
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His novels: <br />
<ul><li>El Ultimo Romantico, 1929, Premio Zobel.</li>
<li>La Oveja de Nathan, 1929, Premio Zobel.</li>
<li>Dagohoy, 1939, Premio Concurso Literario de la Mancomunidad Filipina.</li>
<li>El Campeon, 1939, Premio concurso Literario de la Mancomunidad Filipina.</li>
<li>La Vida Secreta de Daniel Espena, 1960 (one of the last Filipino novels written in Spanish.</li>
</ul>VICENTE SOTTO : Great Cebuano of 20th Century<br />
Vicente Yap Sotto is hailed one of the greatest Cebuanos of the 20th century for having served the Philippines as senator and being esteemed as the Farher of Cebuano Language and Letters as few of his conttrburions. He was born in Cebu City and finished his secondary education at the Colegio de San Carlos (now University of San Carlos). Vicente Sotto, or Nyor Inting as he was fondly known, wrote the first published Cebuano short story which he entitled "Maming". He as well made a play called Paghigugma sa Yutang Natawhan (love for the native Land) which demonstrated the struggle of the people of Cebu against the rule of the Spaniards. this was tagged in the oldest playhouse in the province, Teatro Junquera.<br />
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In 1902, Sotto ran as municipal councilor and for which he won. He became mayor in 1907 and 1922, he was voted as representative of the second district of Cebu. He ran and won as senator in 1946.<br />
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To honor this great Cebuano, a public hospital in Cebu is named after him - the Vicente Sotto Memorial Medical Center.<br />
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Publisher of La Justicia, El Pueblo, El Nacional, The Philippine Rebublic, The Independent, Ang Suga.<br />
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YLAYA, ALBERTO (1875-1947)<br />
A native of San Nicolas, he contributed to Ang Suga, Ang Camattuoran, Bag-ong Kusog, and others. A respected dramatist, his plays include Habeas Corpus (1905), Dalagang Sulondon (1915), Ikawalo nga Sugo (1917), Bandilang Pilipinhon (1920), and Linimbongan (1921). Agraduate of Colegio de San Carlos, he served as clerk of court and was aprincipal in San Nicolas. Diedon march 24, 1947 at the age of 72.<br />
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YLAYA, ARCADIO B. (1886-1965).<br />
Born in San Nicolas on nov. 13, 1886. Stuied at San Juan de Letran. Worked both in private firms and in government. An orator, he was amember of Hijos de Pueblo in Cebu. Justice of the peace in Aloguinsan. Publisher-editor of Katilingban and Banwag. The cousin of Alberto, he was involved in stage production and wrote ocational Literary pieces until the late 1950s. died on Dec. 8, 1965.<br />
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</style><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">"Cebuano"</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">
comes from the root word "<st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>," the
Spanish version of the original name <b>"Sugbo," </b>
which most probably comes from the verb "sugbo," meaning "to
walk in the water." In the old days, the shores of the <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>
port were shallow, so travellers coming from the sea had to wade in the water
to get to dry land. The term is suffixed with "-hanon" to refer to
the language, culture, and inhabitants of <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>;
hence "Sugbuhanon" or "Sugbuanon." The Spaniards later
modified
Sugbuhanon to "Cebuano" and the early Americans to
"Cebuan." Today Cebuano may also refer to the speaker of the language
no matter where he comes from.
The Cebuano are also called "Bisaya," although this is a generic term
applying not only to the
Cebuano but to other ethnic language groups in the Visayas. The etymology of
"Bisaya" is uncertain although it is probably linked either to the
word meaning "slaves," for the region was either target or staging
area for slave-raiding forays in precolonial and early colonial times, or to
the word meaning "beautiful" which was what a Bornean sultan declared
upon seeing the islands according to a popular tale.
Cebuano is the first language of about a quarter of the Philippine population
or around 15 million Filipinos today. It is dominant in Cebu, Bohol, Negros
Oriental, Siquijor, Camiguin, section of Leyte and Masbate, and most of <st1:place w:st="on">Mindanao</st1:place>. It belongs to the Austronesian family of
languages which, in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>,
has split up into many language groups or subgroups.
The Cebuano language chiefly defines the Philippine ethnic group also referred
to as Cebuano. The core area of this group is the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">province</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename></st1:place>,
an elongated mountainous island with some 150 scattered islets. Encompassing a
total land area of 5,000 sqkm, Cebu province is bounded in the north by the <st1:placename w:st="on">Visayan</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Sea</st1:placetype>,
in the east and northeast by Bohol and Leyte, and in the west and
southwest by Negros across <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Tanon</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Strait</st1:placetype></st1:place>. <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>
is located in the geographical center of the archipelago. This region-with 4
provinces, 9 cities, 123 municipalities, and almost 3,000 barangays-has a
combined population of 4.6 million. The cultural reach of the Cebuano, however,
extends beyond <st1:place w:st="on">Central Visayas</st1:place>. Due to factors
like a dense population and a lack of arable land, Cebu and <st1:place w:st="on">Central
Visayas</st1:place> are an important source area for population emigration. It
is for this reason that the Cebuano have also come to constitute a significant
part of the populations in other parts of the Visayas and <st1:place w:st="on">Mindanao</st1:place>.
Moreover, the role of Metro Cebu, the country's second largest urban
concentration, as southern center of education, media and transportation,
enables <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> to exercise cultural influence
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As early as the 13th century, Chinese traders noted the prosperity of the Cebuano
with whom
they traded various porcelain plates and jars, from the late Tang to the Ming,
which were used by
the natives for everyday life or buried in the graves. The traders also
remarked how the Visayan,
when not engaged in trade, raided Fukien's coastal villages using <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Formosa</st1:place></st1:country-region> as
their base.
Reportedly, the Visayan rode on foldable bamboo rafts, and, when attacking,
were armed with
lances to which were attached very long ropes so that they could be retrieved
to preserve the
precious iron tips. In the early 16th century, the natives of <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>
under Rajah Humabon engaged in an active trade which bartered woven cloth,
embroidery, cast bronze utensils, and ornaments. The settlement also had small
foundries producing mortars, pestles, wine bowls, gongs, inlaid boxes of betel,
and rice measures. Humabon himself was finely clad in a loincloth, silk turban,
and pearl, and gold jewelry, and was supposed to have demanded tribute from
East Indian, Siamese, and Chinese traders. At that time, densely populated
villages lined the eastern coast of the island, while the highland villages
hugged the streams and lakes. The coasts were linked to the hinterlands either
by rivers or trading trails. Communities were composed of bamboo and palm
leaf-thatched houses raised from the ground by four posts and made accessible
by a ladder, the area underneath reserved for domestic animals. Humabon's large
house resembled that common dwellings, towering like a big haystack over
smaller ones(Pigafetta 1969).
On his way to the Moluccas, Ferdinand Magellan landed in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>
on 7 April 1521 and planted the seeds of Spanish colonization. Rajah Humabon
and his wife, baptized Juana, were Christianized following a blood compact
between conquistador and native king. However, Lapu-lapu, chieftain of Mactan,
refused to accept Spanish sovereignty. Outnumbering the foreigners by 1,000,
his men killed Magellan, 8 Spanish soldiers, and 4 of Humabon's warriors.
Duarte Barbosa and Juan Serrano who took command after Magellan's death were
also massacred along with their soldiers during a goodwill banquet hosted by
Humabon. The remnants of Magellan's expedition under Sebastian del Cano sailed
homeward defeated but proving, for the first time, that the earth is round. The
second Spanish expedition to the <st1:country-region w:st="on">Philippines</st1:country-region>
headed by Miguel Lopez de Legaspi and Andres de Urdaneta reached <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> on 27 April 1565. As in the earlier experience, the
native reception of Legaspi was initially amiable with a blood compact with
Sikatuna, chieftain of <st1:place w:st="on">Bohol</st1:place>. Later, Tupas,
son and successor of Humabon, battled with the Spaniards who easily killed some
2,000 warriors, who were equipped merely with wood corselets and rope armor,
lances, shields, small cutlasses, arrows, and decorative headgear. Their native
boats "built for speed and maneuverability, not for artillery duels"
(Scott 1982:26) were no match to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>'s three powerful warships.
Legaspi, accompanied by four Agustinians, built the fort of San Miguel on 8 May
1565. This was the first permanent Spanish settlement in the archipelago. Tupas
signed a treaty tantamount to submission on 3 Jul 1565 for which he was given
13 m of brown damask. On 21 May 1568, shortly before his death, Tupas was
baptized by Fr. Diego de Herrera- an event which propagandized Spanish rule. On
1 Jan 1571, the settlement was renamed the Ciudad del Santissimo Nombre de
Jesus (City of the Most Holy Name of Jesus) in honor of the image of the Child
Jesus found in an unburned house in the wake of the Spanish invasion of 1565
(the site of the present Augustinian Church). It was believed to be a relic of
Magellan's expedition, the same one given to "Queen Juana" upon her
baptism. Cebu was the capital of the Spanish colony for six years before its
transfer to Panay and then to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city>.
Many <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> warriors were recruited by Legaspi,
Goiti, and Salcedo to conquer the rest of the country.
In the 1600s, <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> had been one of the more
populous Spanish settlements in the country, usually with about 50 to 100
Spanish settlers residing there (not including the religious). However, this
dwindled sharply after 1604, when <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>'s
participation in the galleon trade was suspended. Cebu had annually outfitted
and dispatched a galleon to <st1:place w:st="on">New Spain</st1:place>. Profits
were minimal because of restrictions imposed on the items that could be loaded,
at the instigation of Spanish officials who wished to maintain the
Manila-Acapulco trade, which was the more profitable venture. Moreover, one
galleon from <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> sank in 1597. The
nonparticipation of Cebu in the galleon trade greatly diminished its
importance, and by the late 1730s, there was only one or two Spaniards who
lived in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place> who was not a government official,
soldier or priest. Few Spaniards owned land in the countryside, a situation
further buttressed by a decree that forbade the Spaniards from living among the
Filipinos until 1768. The works of Italian traveler Gemelli Careri in the late
17th century and of French scientist Le Gentil both noted <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>'s
commercial poverty. The island had become a mere outpost. Inter island trade
was further restricted by two factors: the threat of so-called Moro raids from
Mindanao and Moro pirates on the seas, which continued way into the late 1790s;
and the attempts of the alcaldes-mayores or provincial governors to monopolize
domestic trade for their own personal economic advantage. These alcalde-mayores
were allowed to purchase the special license to trade to make up for the fact
that the Spanish central administration perennially lacked funds to give as
salaries to its local officials and bureaucrats. As Spanish officials recovered
from the short-lived British occupation of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> from 1760 to 1762, they began to
institute reforms which eventually made the atmosphere more conducive to trade.
<st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>'s trade slowly rejuvenated. The opening
of the <st1:country-region w:st="on">Philippines</st1:country-region> to world
trade in 1834- and of Cebu in 1860- stimulated economic activity in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>. Sugar and hemp became important cash crops for <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>'s economy. Sugar had already been previously grown
in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> even before Magellan arrived.
Identified as one of the four varieties of sugar to be found in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>
during the Spanish period was a strain called "Cebu Purple." The
vastly increasing demand for cash crops meant, as in most other areas in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>, a
big change in land ownership patterns. Land was increasingly concentrated in
the ownership of a few hands, usually through the method of pacto de
retroventa, where land was mortgaged by its original owners to new cash-rich
landowners on the condition that it could be bought back at the same price on a
certain date. This system, which favored the creditors, created a new class of
wealthy landlords and a mass of landless agricultural wage laborers, both
groups of which began to agitate against the Spanish administration and the
power of the religious. This pattern was familiar to the rest of the country.
The <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> revolutionary uprising was led by
Leon Kilat, Florencio Gonzales, Luis Flores, Candido Padilla, Andres Abellana,
and others. On 3 April 1898, they rose against the Spanish authorities in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>. Furious fighting took place on Valeriano Weyler
(now Tres de Abril) <st1:place w:st="on">St.</st1:place> and other parts of the
city. The revolutionaries drove the Spaniards across the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Pahina</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">River</st1:placetype></st1:place>
and finally to Fort San Pedro. They besieged the fort for three days but
withdrew when the Spaniards sent reinforcements from <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iloilo</st1:place></st1:city> and bombarded the city.
Spanish rule in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> ended on 24 Dec. 1898, in
the wake of the Treaty of Paris signed on 10 Dec. The Spaniards, under <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place> politico-military governor Adolfo Montero, withdrew
to a caretaker committee of Cebuano citizens. The Philippine Government was
formally established in <st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype> on 29 Dec. 1898, and revolutionary head Luis
Flores became the first Filipino provincial governor of <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>.
The American occupation ended the republican interregnum. Under threat of <st1:country-region w:st="on">US</st1:country-region> naval bombardment, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Cebu</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>
was surrendered to the Americans on 22 Feb 1899. However, a province-wide war
ensued under the leadership of Juan Climaco and Arcadio Maxilom. Cebuano
resistance to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region>
rule was strong but had to submit to superior American arms with the surrender
of the Cebuano generals in Oct. 1901. In 1901, a civil governor, in the person
of Julio Llorente, was appointed in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>. The
Americans, introduced public education, promoted industry, and reorganized
local government. All previous laws and ordinances observed were permitted to
continue, although the municipal board positions were no longer filled by the
appointment but through popular elections. <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>
became a chartered city on 24 Feb. 1937. Vicente Rama authored and secured the
approval by Congess of the Cebu City Charter. The Charter changed the title of
presidente to mayor. Alfredo V. Jacinto served as mayor by presidential
appointment. On 10 April 1942, the Japanese landed and seized <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>.
Over half the city was bombed.
Cebu's USAFFE (United States Armed Forces in the Far East) and Constabulary
forces and some ROTC units and trainees surrendered to the Japanese on orders
of Gen. Wainwright, supreme commander of the United States Forces in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
Many fled to the mountains and later reorganized into guerilla bands which
harassed the Japanese throughout their occupation and facilitated the American
"liberation" of the province. As elsewhere in the country during
wartime, suspected collaborators were tortured and killed. Notorious for such
summary executions of suspected collaborators in Cebu was the group led by
Harry Fenton, who held sway in northern Cebu while James Cushing controlled
those operating in central and southern <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>.
For his many abuses against comrades and civilians, Fenton was executed by the
guerillas on 1 Sept 1943. James Cushing assumed command of the anti-Japanese
resistance movement in <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>, which was one of
the most effective in the country. By the time MacArthur returned to the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> in
Oct 1944, Cushing had about 25,000 men, half of whom were armed and trained.
Juan Zamora administered the city of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place></st1:city>
during the war. Upon the return of the Americans in March 1945, Leandro A.
Tojong was appointed military mayor of <st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place>.
Following the
post-"liberation" general elections on 23 April 1946, Manuel Roxas
was elected Philippine president. In 1946 he appointed Vicente S. del Rosario
as mayor of Cebu, the first to serve the city at the dawn of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Third</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Republic</st1:placetype></st1:place>.
The Charter of the City of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place></st1:city>
was amended in 1955 to make the post of mayor elective. Sergio Osmena Jr. was
overwhelmingly elected mayor.
The present city of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cebu</st1:place></st1:city>
recovered impressively from the wreckage of the last World War, and
has grown to be the second largest metropolis in the nation</span>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do" name="religious"><b><span style="color: blue;">RELIGIOUS BELIEFS AND PRACTICES </span></b></a></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> Many Cebuano, especially the less Westernized and the rural ones, continue to
be firm believers in the existence of spirits. Despite the fact that this
belief stem from pre-Christian animist tradition, they persist to this day, and
are very blended with Catholicism. There is strong belief in spiritual beings
who are capable of assuming any form and causing illness to those who offend
them. The evil spells they cast on people can be driven away by performing
rituals, reciting prayers in Spanish or Latin, making offerings, using the
crucifix and holy water. Often times the folk healers or mediums like the
babaylan, tambalan, and mananapit are asked to perform rituals to drive away
the spirits. Spirits may appear as: the tamawo, a fairy that dwells in big
trees, and occasionally falls in love with mortals, who upon death enters the
spiritual world of the tamawo; the tumao, the creature with one eye in the
middle of its face that goes out only during new moon; the cama-cama, a
mountain gnome of light brown color, whose great strength may cause
great pain on all mortals who displease it; and the aswang, an evil spirit
which can be disguised as a man or a woman at night, helped by its agents like
the tictic and silic-silic birds.
Birds often act as agents or messengers of the spirit world. When the sagucsuc
bird sings "suc, suc, suc," it announces rain. A kind of owl, the
daklap, is believed to conceal its nest on the seashore so cleverly that
anybody who finds the eggs but keeps the secret becomes a curandero or healer.
The hooting of the owl is considered a bad omen, specially if it comes from the
roof of the house of a sick person. When the kanayas (sparrow hawk) appears, a
typhoon is anticipated as they are the agents of tubluklaki, the god of the
winds. Other animals also serve as portents of good or bad omens. Cats are
often regarded as possessing special powers. Their eyesight enables them to see
evil spirits. Fisher folk and hunters use the eyes of wildcats as charms to
enable them to have an abundant catch. A talisman is made by a special
arrangement of the bones of a black cat. The arrival of rain is announced when
a cat gets wet during a drought. On the other hand, bad weather expected when a
cat stretched itself in the morning.
Dogs become more ferocious if fed with wasps' nests, and see evil spirits like
the tumao when they bark continuously during a new moon. To scare away aswang,
cow/carabao horns or tortoise shells are thrown into red coals. People recite
the Ave Maria backwards to escape the poisonous stings of the alingayos
(wasps). When the dahon-dahon (praying mantis) enters a house, it foretells
misfortune for the occupants. Almost all aspects of agriculture are governed by
beliefs and practices. The tambalan is often called to perform the practice of
bayang or buhat before virgin lands are cultivated. A dish of white chicken or
white pork is offered to the unseen owner. Before planting, a table with cooked
rice, chicken, wine or buyo is set in the open and offered to the spirits who
are asked to grant a good harvest. If planting is to be done during a new moon
in May or June, rice is toasted and then ground with sugar in a mixture called
paduya. The paduya is then baked, divided into 24 parts, and wrapped in banana
leaves and offered the night before planting to the aswang who protects the
field. For harvest blessings pangas may also be prepared in a basket from a
mixture of rice, medicinal herbs, palm fruit and a wooden comb.
There are specific practices depending on the crop being planted. During the
planting of rice, one must not hurt or kill the taga-taga, an insect with
protruding antennae believed to be the soul of the palay, or else this will
cause a bad harvest. A good harvest is likely when its tail points upwards. In
planting corn, the first three rows should be planted at sundown. This is the
time when chicken and other fowl are in their roosts and if they do not see
where the seeds are planted, they will not dig up the seeds. If it rains while
the farmer is planting, it is a sure sign that the seeds will not germinate.
Persons with few or broken teeth should not plant corn to prevent the corn from
bearing sparse and inferior grains.
In coconut planting, so that the nut will grow big and full, seedlings must be
placed on open
ground during a full moon. They should be planted at noontime when the sun is
directly overhead and shadows are at their shortest. This is so the coconut
trees will bear fruits soon, even if they are not yet very tall. While planting
coconuts, it would help if one is carrying a child so that the tree will yield
twice as many nuts. Bananas should be planted in the morning or at sunrise with
young plants carried on the farmer's back so the branches will have compact and
large clusters. Sticks should not be used when planting cassava lest the tubers
develop fibers which are not good to eat. Ubi, on the other hand, is a sacred
root crop. If it is dropped on the ground, it has to be kissed to avoid divine
fury called gaba. Planters must lay clustered fruits on three hills for an
abundant harvest of camote or sweet potato. It is believed that planters must
remove their shirts, lie on the ground, and roll over several times during a
full moon. Crops planted near the diwata'a place or during thunderstorms will
become rat infested.
During harvesting, if the crops are poor, the farmers prepare biku, budbud,
ubas, tuba, guhang,
12 chickens, pure rice, tobacco, and tilad. These they placed under a dalakit
tree in the fields as
offering to the spirits. Rice harvesting entails more intricate rituals. A
mixture called pilipig is prepared from seven gantas of young palay added to
ubas (grapes), bayi-bayi (ground rice), grated coconut, and sugar. This mixture
is pounded in a mortar and brought out at midnight. At midnight, the farmers
call the babylan to chant prayers while they surround him/her with smoke.
Fisher folk have their own ways of soliciting the favors of the other world.
During a full moon, a
mananapit is asked to pray for a good catch and to bless the fishing nets and
traps with herbs and
incense. To cast off evil spirits, fisher folk at sea mutter tabi meaning
"please allow me to fish."
They keep a small yellow copper key under their belts to protect themselves
from being devoured by big fish. Divers eat the flesh of cooked turtle for
greater stamina underwater. Fisher folk avoid bad luck by neither sitting nor
standing in front of their fishing gear and by returning home by way of the
route used when setting out to sea. To avail of future bounty, fisher folk
using new traps must throw back half of their first catches. That spirits are
believed to roam the world of the living must be considered in building houses.
Spirits like dwelling in caves and ought not to be disturbed by the
construction of a house nearby. A good site for a house is determined by
burying 3 g of rice wrapped in black cloth at the center of the lot. If a grain
is missing when they are unearthed three days after, the site is not suitable
for it will cause illness. February, April, and September are the months to
build houses. To bring prosperity and peace to the owners, coins are placed in
each posthole before the posts are raised. The ladder of the house should face
east to ensure good health. A full moon symbolizes a happy home life when
moving to a new house. For the moving family to be blesses, they should boil
water in a big pot and
invite visitors to stay overnight in their new house. A ritual is also
performed against evil spirits
during the inauguration of public buildings, bridges, and other structures. The
Cebuano, like other Catholic Filipinos, are devoted to their patron saints.
Their most popular devotion is to the Santo Nino of Cebu whose statue venerated
in the Augustinian Church in Cebu City is the oldest Christian religious relic
in the Philippines. The Holy Child is believed to be a savior during fires and
natural calamities and a performer of miracles big and small, from shielding
the island from the foreign invaders in earlier times to playing harmless
pranks. A grand week-long celebration during the feast of the Santo Nino is
highlighted with sinulog dances and a candlelit evening procession. During
other fiestas, novenas are prayed, candles lit inside the churches, and the
image of the patron saints kissed in homage and thanksgiving. The masses are
preceded by the
processions to prevent misfortunes during the year. From 16 to 24 December the
misa de gallo, a
dawn mass, is held nine consecutive days. There are solemn Lenten rituals, long
processions, and
religious dramas.
Christian folk religiosity is most apparent and typical in the lenten
procession of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Bantayan</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Island</st1:placetype></st1:place>, held on Holy
Thursday and Good Friday. In this major lenten spectacle, the Bantayanon garb
their children in angel and saints costumes and follow the carriages of their
favorite saints. Apart from the lifesize statues of San Vicente, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">San Jose</st1:place></st1:city>, Santa Teresa,
San Pedro, and Santa Maria Magdalena, there are around 20 other floats
depicting scenes from Christ's passion.
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">CEBU:</span></b></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is not just a promise or potential, Cebu is demonstrated capability with an excellent economic track record.</span></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is the second largest city and fastest growing economy in the Philippines.</span></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It leads the country in export items such as furniture, fashion accesories, carrageenan and gifts, toys and housewares.</span></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is the most accessible place in the Philippines, wiht more domistic air and sea linkages than Manila.</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cebu is based to over 80% of inter-island shipping capability in the Philippines.</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is not an earthquake zone or typhoon belt, nor are there volcanoes in the island.</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cebu gas one of the best records for peace & order in the country.</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its labor forced is oriented towards non-agricultural lives and is one of the most productive in the country.</span>
<div style="border: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The development of its infrastructure is balance; it has all the ingredients necessary to be competitive and sustain investments. It is a cosmopolitan area with all the support facilities and amenities needed for an ideal lifestyle.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">CEBUANO LITERATURE</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Cebuano literature refers to the literary works written in Cebuano, a language widely spoken in the southern <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Philippines</place></country-region>. The term is most often extended to cover the oral literary forms in both indigenous and colonial <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Philippines</place></country-region>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">While the majority of Cebuano writers are from the Visayas and Mindanao region, the most recognized Filipino literary outlet for them, including the Bisaya Magasin, is based in <city w:st="on">Makati</city> city in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Manila</place></city>, while there is also a lively Cebuano community of writers in the language which is based outside the country. The term Cebuano literature, therefore, encompasses not only those Visayas and Mindanao-based writers writing in Cebuano, but all written output in Cebuano, wherever its source.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">History:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Pre-Spanish and Spanish</span></u></i></b></li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Cebuano literature, as much as most literature of the Philippines, started with fables and legends of the early people in the Philippines and colonial period, right down to the Mexican (Viceroyalty of New Spain) and Spanish influences. Although existence of a pre-hispanic writing system in <place w:st="on">Luzon</place> is attested, there is proof that baybayin was widespread in the Visayas. Most of the literature produced during that period was oral. They were documented by the Spanish Jesuit Fr. Ignatio Francisco Alzinal. During the <b>Spanish colonial period</b>, the religious theme was predominant. Novenas and gozos, most notably the Bato Balani for the Santo Niño.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">American Period</span></u></i></b></li>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The literature during this time was predominantly propagandistic. At this time, the Cebuanos were still seething with resentment at the American betrayal of their hopes and the new colonizers were retaliating with restrictions on the freedom of expressions.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The first written Cebuano literature is Maming, by Vicente Sotto, The Father of Cebuano Literature. The story was published in the first issue (July 16, 1900) of his Ang Suga. Two years later Sotto wrote, directed, and produced the first Cebuano play, Elena.It was first performed at the Teatro Junquera (in what is now <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Cebu</placename> <placetype w:st="on">City</placetype></place>) on May 18, 1902. The play established Sotto's reputation as a writer. The dedication of the play by the playwright reads, "To My Motherland, that you may have remembrance of the glorious Revolution that redeemed you from enslavement. I dedicate this humble play to you."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Vicente Sotto attacked the decadent forms of linambay in his newspaper Ang Suga. He was challenged by a friend to write his own play as he was always attacking the linambay form. Sotto wrote the Cebuano "Ang Paghigugma sa Yutang Nataohan" (Love of the <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Native</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Land</placetype></place>) as a response. The play was successful; Sotto organized the Compania de Aficionados Filipinos. Within the year, two more plays were written by Sotto: "Elena", which deals of a girl's love for an insurrecto; and "Aurora", which deals with a scandal involving the priests and nuns of the Colegio de la Inmaculada Concepcion. Realism in Cebuano theater was stretched too much however; even Sotto himself was a victim of the movement he started, when prior to his running for mayor in 1907, a play entitled "Ang Taban" (1906, by Teodulfo V. Ylaya) was released. The play dealt with a kidnap allegation involving Sotto.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">During the <b>American period</b>, Ang Suga became the medium for publication of Cebuano writers. A community of writers slowly grow, to include the names of Florentino Rallos, Filomeno Veloso, Marcial Velez, Timoteo Castro, Segundo Cinco, Vicente Ranudo, Dionisio Jakosalem, Selestino Rodríguez, Filomeno Roble, Juan Villagonzalo, Leoncio Avila and Filemon Sotto. (Most of these people were recognized for their achievements by the generation right after them, as evidenced by the use of their names for major streets in <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Cebu</placename> <placetype w:st="on">City</placetype></place>, but their role in the furtherance of Cebuano culture is lost to subsequent generations.) Juan Villagonzalo was the first to write a Cebuano novel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Four typical novels on the love theme written by popular writers during the American period would represent the pre-war writers' subconscious but collective efforts in creating a common core of meanings and values in the face of new American culture. These are Felicitas by Uldarico Alviola in 1912, Mahinuklugong Paglubong Kang Alicia ("The Sad Burial of Alicia") by Vicente Garces in 1924, Apdo sa Kagul-anan ("Bitterness of Sorrow") by Angel Enemecio in 1928-29, and Ang Tinagoan ("The Secret") by Vicente Rama in 1933-34. While Felicitas and Paglubong assert the value of marital fidelity and Apdo that of feminine chastity, Tinagoan challenges the emergent value that tolerates divorce. Such novels were seen as fictionalized renditions of their writers' stand or traditions and practices which were subjected to debate in the school stage and within the pages of periodicals.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The <b>pre-war period </b>in the <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Philippines</country-region></place> is sometimes referred to as the Golden Age of Vernacular Literature, with the 1930s marking a boundary between two kinds of popular writing: the predominantly propagandistic and the more commercialized escapist literature that proliferated since the Commonwealth period. In the year 1930, Bisaya Magasin started publishing in Cebuano.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In 1936 Cebuano writers started publishing anthologies; readers engaged in amateur literary criticism; and complaints of plagiarism livened up the weekly news. Periodicals that featured creative writing mushroomed, although most of these were short-lived.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The generally considered first feminist Cebuano novel, Lourdes by Gardeopatra G. Quijano was serialized in the period May 26 to September 23, 1939 in Bag-ong Kusog (literary "New Force"), the most popular pre-war periodical. It has been predicted by no less than the late novelist and Philippine National Artist for Literature N. V. M. González that Philippine literature in English will die, leaving the regional literature (Ilokano, Waray, etc.). In the case of Cebuano literature, this has been the case.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">It has been predicted by no less than the late novelist and Philippine National Artist for Literature N. V. M. González that Philippine literature in English will die, leaving the regional literature (Ilokano, Waray, etc.). In the case of Cebuano literature, this has been the case.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Some of the prominent writers and poets in the Visayas and <place w:st="on">Mindanao</place> who used to write in English have shifted to Cebuano. Among them are Davao-based Macario Tiu, Don Pag-usara, and Satur Apoyon, and Cebu-based Ernesto Lariosa (a Focus Philippines Poetry Awardee in 1975) and Rene Amper (a two-time Palanca awardee for English poetry. These giants of Cebuano literature are now regularly contributing to Bisaya Magasin; their shift to Cebuano writing has influenced young Cebu and Mindanao-based writers in English to follow suit (among them are Michael Obenieta, Gerard Pareja, Adonis Durado, Januar Yap, Jeneen Garcia, Marvi Gil, Delora Sales, Cora Almerino and Raul Moldez).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In 1991, Cebuano poet Ernesto Lariosa received a grant from the <placename w:st="on">Cultural</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Center</placetype> of the <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Philippines</country-region></place>. He used the grant to introduce the 4-s in Cebuano poetry: social sense, sound and story. The language he used was slack, devoid of strong metaphors. He used the language of the home and of the streets. Writer-scholar Dr. Erlinda Alburo, director of the <placename w:st="on">Cebuano</placename> <placename w:st="on">Studies</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Center</placetype> of the <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">University</placetype> of <placename w:st="on">San Carlos</placename></place> noted in a forum sponsored by the university's theater guild in 2003 that the young writers (those given above) have given a new voice to Cebuano fiction. They have introduced modern writing styles, experimented with the Cebuano language and explored themes which have never been elaborated before by their predecessors.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">There are now emerging number of publications featuring fiction and poetry in Cebuano. The ownership of the de-facto literary journal, Bisaya Magasin, was transferred from the Chinese-owned Liwayway Publishing, Inc. to Napoleon Rama's Manila Bulletin Publishing in 2003, ushering a change in layout, acceptance policies and an increase in contributors' fees.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Aside from the reinvigoration of Bisaya Magasin, Cebu-based publishing houses have also started tabloids in the language (Banat News of Freeman Publications and SunStar SuperBalita of SunStar Publications). These tabloids have bigger circulation than their English counterparts. The U. P. National Writers Workshop every October and the Iligan National Writers Workshop every summer have reserved slots for Cebuano writers. In every edition of these workshops, there are Cebuano works that are being dissected or discussed by the panelists.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In 1998, the Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature opened the Cebuano literature category.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Guide Questions:</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Why do we need to study Cebuano literature?</span></b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What are the disadvantages if we are not valuing our own Cebuano Literature?</span></b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">How do we uplift our own Cebuano Literature?</span></b></span></li>
</ul></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-73705027020865188742011-01-26T20:52:00.001-08:002011-01-26T20:52:56.889-08:00Love Conquers All<br />
by ; Alma Erana<br />
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As a young child, Carmina was born with a unique character. She was a diligent child with an enormous ability. One day, Carmina told her mother that she was one of the graduating students with honor in elementary this coming month. Carmina’s mother said “thanks God you are blessed of what you have Carmina”. All of my honor is not for me, but for your mama. ‘I love you mama Carmina said’. My best friend Lolit is an honor student like me also mama. <br />
After Carmina graduated her elementary, her mother brought Carmina to Cavite and enrol her first year high school, while Lolit her best friend enrolled in Marvel school ten kilometres away from Carmina’s place. At this moment Carmina was already fifteen years old and was influenced by her lesbian friend Margot and Charo. They act themselves like real boys. Being away from her parents Carmina involved in night life wherein they were in a group in drinking spree together with some men.Drinking and smoking were their habits. They were no longer going to school; instead they were always gone to the bar. So, Carmina did not finish her study because she was influenced by her two lesbian friends. One time Carmina remembered her best friend Lolit, she wanted to see her.<br />
When Carmina visited their house, her brother Allan got amazed and calls his mother Clara, oh! Mama look, Carmina is here. When their mother saw Carmina she can no longer distinguished Carmina because of her attire. “Oh! No, her mother exclaimed.” You look like a real man Carmina, you are now wearing boys attire and have a short hair cut. Why you do this Carmina? “Her mother asked”. Mama, even though I am a woman, but I have a man’s heart. “ Carmina replied”. Her mother did not argue her in order to have peace in their house. Carmina asked her mother about her best friend Lolit, and her mother said that Lolit are now beautiful lady and have already a boyfriend. Carmina did not tell her mother of what was inside in her heart and mind that she was secretly feel in love with her best friend Lolit ever since. But Lolit has already a handsome boyfriend wherein Carmina has no more place in Lolit’s heart. So, Carmina went to the house of Lolit. When they met, Lolit and Carmina hugged each other tightly. Carmina I miss you so much “ Lolit said”. Carmina got amazed looking her best friend as if she is now fully bloomed like a flower wherein the bees like to suck. “And Lolit asked “. What happen to you Carmina? Why you are dressing like that? Instead you are now a lady, Carmina no words to say and nagged her face. So, Lolit invited Carmina to get inside in Lolit’s house. Come in Carmina and look at the picture of my boy friend, his name is Rex. Is he handsome? “Lolit asked Carmina. But Carmina almost cannot control herself. Her heart was aching and full of jealousy. She loved Lolit very much. Lolit put her right hand on the top of Carmina’s shoulder and said, Carmina don’t act like that, we are the same girl. You should act like a girl. No Lolit, I loved you eversince. “But Lolit answered” Carmina I have already a boy friend. So, Carmina’s face was so sad and goes home. Her heart was full of jealousy and regrets. So, she goes back to her peers. <br />
One day, while they were in the bar, her brother reported to Carmina that Lolit is to be married with her boy friend Rex next month. But instead Carmina become happy, she went to their house and cried so much, as if she was carrying a heavy load that she cannot handle it. It comes up to her mind to end her life. So she got a sharp blade and slashed her left wrist hand. She became unconscious, but fortunately she was followed up by her brother Allan immediately in her room and brought her to Saint Luke Hospital. The doctor hurriedly attained her needs in order to survive. The attending doctor named Alfred looking the patient and feel pity. He looks the patient beautiful for him although she dressed like a man. Because of too much blood comes out from her body she needs blood infusion. The problem is they cannot find type” A “blood, but finally the attending doctor Alfred has this kind of blood type. So, the doctor offered his blood to Carmina in order to survive. So, the parents of Carmina were so happy. When Carmina recovered her consciousness she rolled her eyes around and asked her mother of what happen to her. And her mother explained to her regarding the happening of her, and the one who saved her life was no other, but the doctor himself who offered his blood.<br />
One time the doctor Alfred come back to see her. “The doctor said how you are Carmina? “ I almost recovered doc, “Carmina replied”. And hold the doctor’s hand and said, I owe my life to you doc, lovingly smiled to the doctor. Get well soon Carmina “The doctor said”. One night in the hospital Carmina could not feel asleep, and the doctor saw her and gave her medication. But Carmina pretended that she was sleeping. The doctor cannot control himself and kissed the lips of Carmina secretly. And that was the first kissed of Carmina from a man whom she cannot forget. She was seeking that kissed now and then from the doctor Alfred. She feels real love to the doctor secretly. After a few days later the doctor told Carmina that she is fully recovered and she can goes home anytime. But Carmina said to the doctor “I will not go home doc, I will stay here”. And the doctor said to her “what! You will stay here?” Yes doc, I will stay here for you because I love you. “Carmina replied”. And Carmina hugged tightly to the doctor with tears in her eyes, and the doctor hugged also to her and said “Oh Carmina I love you too also, nothing can separate us from now”. The doctor said. <br />
Six months later, they both prepared the schedule of their wedding. During the wedding they were very happy together with their parents, relatives, and friends. And Carmina puts off her past life and told her best friend Lolit that she is no longer a lesbian but a real woman. After the wedding the couple lived happily ever after.shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-73160715025021725572011-01-07T01:24:00.000-08:002011-01-07T01:24:02.417-08:00“If We Adopt New Advance Technology Nowadays, We Will Not Get Behind”<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">The relationship between education and technology is very important to convince teachers and students to use technology as a tool for learning because in doing so, we can do things easier. For example, if the teacher and students are doing their research activities, it is very easy for them to do the job.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Teaching and learning must not be purely technology driven; it must still be based on the needs and problems of the learners or the students during a specific stage of their development.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Technology is a tool to facilitate the development of values oriented students and learners. So, by doing this advance technology machines, we can easily cope up the solutions to solve problems.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So, I agree that educational technology dictates the appropriate pedagogy, not technology to determine the pedagogy used because by adopting new educational technology, it can aid and enhance the proper order of teaching to the teachers so that the students can easily learn and absorb the instruction of the subject well.</span></div>shining almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16952402222004615521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428211844695402843.post-77497731412969423532011-01-07T01:23:00.001-08:002011-01-07T01:23:21.544-08:00“To Achieve the Best in Teaching, Is To Adopt the Theory of Constructivism”<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I absolutely agree that Constructivist Theory learning is based on past experiences, that students choose only the information that can be integrated with experiences because in this theory, the learners have their free will to construct their own ideas. So, in the past experiences in their lives, the learners can voice out their experiences. With those experiences, they can construct many ideas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Constructivist Theory believes that the learners or students have their free will to use any strategies, and build their own ideas. Individual learners make new choices about what ideas or concepts they should accept to fit into their established views of works, relationships, politics, business and many others.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I therefore conclude that in this theory, if the learners have many experiences in the past and in the present so they have many ideas and concepts stored in their minds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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