Saturday, March 15, 2014

Divine Arrow, an Excerpt



Divine Arrow…only an excerpt by mahaliahscent emsncalicdan

                                                            
                                                                     
  

              “It is wise to think of such things. What would I do if you did not come back to us?”
          Yhannie’s heart tightened. “I… I suppose I’d… I’d give all but a few of our properties and belongings to you, I cannot give you all ... you neglected us for a long time. Where were you when I needed you most? You don’t  care about the children .. they are growing, they were much affected of this situation .You neglected them .However, I did not complain nor even request for assistance. We waited... and waited for you to come with us. And then I’d have to stay to Abby’s Garden for a couple of years…then  to the Fort…and I’d find a way to get back home…to San Jose,” Her eyes teared at the terrible thought of Yhecho not coming back.”I… have a cousin there, forget about the kids I can take care of them. If that is your decision its alright.”
             " Yhecho turn on the engine of his red car sounds coming from his car could break my eardrum. That was too loud and out of control. I step back and wave my hand.” I’ll go now!” in a loud voice.
             Yhecho stops the car engine and shout, “I do not say these things to make you sad,” he told her, “I say them to make you think,” He waved his arm across the skyline ahead of them.”It’s over Yhannie , I made my decision, I’m leaving you and its final. Yhannie  felt empty and barren held  Yhecho’s hand  and said, “Look out there and tell me that you could leave this place, or that you could even leave our children. Tell me now that you could go back to our place and forget us; forget this relationship, the children, and the house. Tell me that you could truly do this, whether with Ylla or without her. She is married both of you are married. Come to think of it! Wake up Yhecho wake up!
            Their eyes held in a moment of understanding.”I do not know, Yhannie. I just don’t know.”
            “I say you do know. I say already your heart belongs her now, I say already you know what you will do, you know what your decision will be when you comes for this woman,”
            She suddenly realized she was trying to help him decide.
            “Thank you,” she told quietly. She thought a trace of a smile passed his lips, but Yhecho did not smile easily, and it was hard to tell. He let go of his emotion and started walking with Yhannie going back to their house again.
           Yhannie to Yhecho, “Do you know that if you do not return, you will belong to Ylla now?” he asked, suppressing a grin when she stared at him. He turned to look at her surprised eyes.
           “I would belong to no one but myself!” he answered defiantly.
          “You are married to me, I am married to you and we have children. I could make a move to put you down."
           To her surprise he laughed loudly, a rare sound from the man’s lips.”You are right!” he answered. He forward for a short way ahead for her, then face back to her. He frowned and said, “Do you know what you have said? What do you mean? That I am stupid and not responsible?”That you would not be proud of me?”
          Her heart raced.  He was somehow testing her, and she wanted to give the right answers, “I…I can’t think of a better answer for your questions,” she answered. But can you just let it go for the sake of relationship, for the family. There has to be…an answer…a reason to go back…well… there has to be love…commitments and responsibility.”
          He eyed her slyly.”You have no feelings for me anymore?”She rolled her eyes in exasperation,” Of course I do! You are my husband. Suddenly I saw his face hardened. His jaws flexed and he stared ahead. She was afraid she had made him angry, but then he spoke up quietly. I do not have other woman; Ylla is only a friend an old friend. Don’t get jealous with her.” He told her. I want only to be a good soldier-the best! The best soldier had no other woman but only a wife.
        I see and what about what happened in the hospital? The messages and e-mails, the calls, the date, how could you explain that? I have all the evidences against you… but Yhannie just look at her husband, for the last time I will try to understand you.” She walked quietly, waiting for him to speak again.
        “You think about what I said,” she told him.…I can wait… we can wait. I know it will not long enough because we were bind by God’s love and divine grace. God is the center of our relationship. If someone who is trying to destroy it ... then I am strong enough to fight for you, for us… not  because of our children but  because of you … because of LOVE.

           

                                                                 

Friday, March 14, 2014

Faith is Greatest Gift from GOD

   


                    God give us chance to ask anything from Him. We ask much favor from God.

      We can consider ourselves fortunate if we do not have a need as great as that of those people who are sick and less fortunate. We do have needs and likes to try that we have faith as well. If we are sick, we ask favor and forgiveness of our sins. What is the real meaning of asking God of our needs? Our faith and trust to our Almighty God is the most important. Our parents, our teachers give us a gift for some good thing one has accomplished. In school, if a child makes it to the school’s honors they usually have given a reward. A simple gift given to any small things or big things they received. The relationship between a parent and a child are very much like to our prayer to God.

    God gives us his meaning of life including our faith. We have to do our part in pleasing God and growing in our faith. God is always close to those who are searching even though they may not realize it. The goodness of Lord Jesus, and the miracle is the mystery of God is going, When we ask Him for something, he given us so much. We ask for life and he gives us eternity; we ask for forgiveness of sins and he gives us his Son. The healing power is our faith and belief. Believe in Him and we will see God and we will be saved.

     If we fail to see Him, it is because we are blind deep inside. God always hear our needs and answers our prayers. We are just preoccupied with anxieties of so many needs that we become blind and deaf.
We asked God a greatest gift for our needs, that simple prayer includes everything our whole being.

   The sincerity, simplicity of seeing things and hard work is the only way to realize that there is hope and God is with us. We of course do not want to live in darkness; we want a brighter future and peace on us.

   God is our light and our salvation. Let us open our hearts. Embrace the goodness of our Lord.  God is merciful and powerful, we live in Him and in His good hands. We always ask his forgiveness in times of trials and He is there always there forever. Let it go! God is good all the time.

                                                  

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Measure of Good Delivery

 What is good Delivery?
        Good Delivery is talking to people. This provokes a stimulating exchange of attitudes and ideas and a rewarding interaction between the speaker and listener. This situation maybe called SPEAKER,AUDIENCE,EMPATHY OR RAPPORT.

WAYS OF SPEECH DELIVERY:

         There are several ways by which a speaker may communicate his message to the audience. These are by:

         1. Speaking from manuscript.
         2. Speaking from memory.
         3. Impromptu speaking, and
         4. Speaking extemporaneously.

Speaking From Manuscript
        
                  This simply means reading your speech from the manuscript. The advantages are: One is free from the fear of making slips of the tongue, from relying in catch-as-catch can language; from the danger of running overtime or being cut off before you have finished. The disadvantages are that sometimes the speaker plants himself behind a lectern, buries his face and lapses into sing-song recital of words while his mind wanders off.

Speaking From Memory


                  Special events, like formal ceremonial occasion sometimes call for memorized speeches. This method free the speaker from the manuscript and preserves the advantage of a carefully written speech.

IMPROMPTU SPEAKING   


                    An impromptu speech is one that we had no opportunity to prepare beforehand. Much of our conversation is nothing more than a series of short, impromptu speeches.
                    In this method, one has to decide on the substance, purpose and plan of his remarks as he stands to speak. He composes and delivers his talks at the same time. The best preparation for impromptu speaking is primarily experience in extemporaneous speaking.

THE EXTEMPORANEOUS METHOD

                    Extemporaneous speaking is simply unmemorized speaking that has been prepared in advance. One investigates, analyzes, selects and outlines his materials so that he knows beforehand what he wants to say and the order in which he will say them But he supplies the language for his speech at the time he delivers it. It is not canned but rather combines the vigor gained from one's study with freedom and flexibility and spontaneity when one faces a live audience.
                   It is advisable to practice one's extemporaneous speech before delivering it. This will give one a chance to test one's ideas, fix the outline in mind and develop a feel for the sound and swing of your talk.



Sample Declamation Piece:

                                              MAGDALENE


                The night is full of horror... do you hear? There are cries and shouts
in the distance But far, far away... I seem to hear an echoing in the sky, as if the
courts of heaven were shaken___ as though the very throne of God were rocking...
Do I rave? Is my grief driving me mad? Oh, no, no...! The powers of evil are closing
in around us,___ heaven itself is full of dread this monstrous night! The very stars are
Shuddering with fear...Oh! Where....where is the master now? What are they doing to him?

              They struck Him? O. God of Israel. No wonder the thundering rocked thy throne.
No wonder their echoes filled the skies! They spat on Him? On His face.... the glory of heaven
... the light of the world? O; why... why did His apostles leave Him? He called you the Rock,
His sure foundation. The very gates of Hell you can defy! Why did you leave Him, Simon
Peter, why?

             What did you say? You... you betrayed Him? You betrayed Him instead of fighting
for Him?

             Oh, Simon, I understand your grief. My soul was  as scarlet, yet, He made it white
as snow. In pride I betrayed Him, you Simon Peter, in weakness....He restored me in humility
you, Simon, He will restore in strength!

            O Lord, God of Israel! They gave Him blows! They struck Him, and His own...
Betrayed by Judas, denied by Simon Peter! The Shepherd is struck and the sheep scattered
...Ah, my heart breaks with pity for the Lamb led to slaughter...!



Sample Oration:

                                             Despair of Judas


                (Judas recalls the disfigured Face, the washing of the feet, the breaking of the
               bread, the betraying kiss and the friendly voice that called him friend. But he lost
               his faith in Him- as well as his hope.)


                 I will rest, here, as awhile.///His Face!// His Face! not comely now.//There is no beauty
  in it.// It is scarred into my heart.///It is burned into my soul/ and never will it lift from me until I die.///
  Die?///Will death quench the flames which consumes me?// Traitor,//not endless years in hell will
  pay the crime of murdering the Son of God./

                And last night He dealt with me so gently.///He washed my feet.///He bade me put my hand
  into the cup with His,//while in my purse there jingled the coins which bought His blood.///"It were
  better for that man,/that he never had been born!///Who!//Who but I!//Who but I!//I, who betrayed
  Him.///

               "What you do,//do quickly."//He knew,/and kept my sin a secret.///"Friend,where unto have
  you come,// Judas,/Judas,// do you betray the Son of God with a kiss?"///Friend!/Friend!//He called me
  His friend!// The man I betrayed called me His Friend,/// How Hell must have laughed,//Why did not
  the mountains fall on me?// Why did not the earth gape and swallow me up?// Why did not the sea
  overwhelm me?// Friend, Ha!Ha!/ Friend,! Ha! Ha! Ha! The world will know Judas/ as the friend.//
  The world will point to Judas, as by word and as a pledge of broken faith!////
               Do you think Judas,/ that you can hide from the Father of your Friend, Jesus?//Not even in hell
  can I escape,//Not in the grave/ for the earth would spurn my corpse.//Not in heaven for Jesus,/ the
  Friend/ will be there!////

             What hope for Judas....///What hope for Judas....///Not even in hell can I escape for He called
  me devil/ and devils cried out/ "torment us not, Jesus,//Judas, faithless friend,/devil,/ one for whom it
  would have been better not to have been born.//There is no hope for you,//no hope,//no//hope,// no//
  hope....////

Glimpse of 2011 (PNHS(MAIN) English Month:






   





                                    

Monday, August 29, 2011

The House on the Hillside Valley

by:  mahaliahscent


                 
    The House on the Hillside Valley
       (Glimpse of the past)

       The house on the Hillside Valley was one of the oldest types in all of Barangay  Cabuan. It was also a special house in the eyes of Ysa Leal because it was the home of Old Don Benito’s, the most powerful man in the village. People of great importance came and went to this house, and they came to see the only long lost daughter of Old Benito’s. It was a big and grandiose evening I ever witness in my life. Who is this woman who came into their life that for so many years we don’t have any information about her? A woman who had made her own mark on literary life in the other side of the world. It was a great pride, since she had moved here, the only heiress of the Old Don Benito.
      In one sense, leaving my unconscious mind how does it come to be, in other ways, for she had known no other home. Those with families who seek for love and importance, maybe she is not homesick, as I know she had her own family outside the city. Or maybe she comes from orphanage or recently discharges from institution, or lay off from her job, separated from his family, whatever reason is, we see her face glowing, not conscious nor afraid of. Now she counted herself fortunate indeed. She had steady work in an unusually, stimulating atmosphere she had made friends, and she had her Bill.
     She looked around the sitting room and smiled. I had a chance to talk to her, an opportunity to know her better.” Carmela, tell me  what’s going on,” Her breath grew ragged and she buried her face in her palms, trying not to think how Bill had come to her life, how close she had come to losing him. She eased at the feel of Marc’s hands on her shoulders, but her protests were passionate when he turned her round and drew her into his embrace. She was helpless to resist, and Ysa wept in his arms.
   Then she regains her composure and, weak from vented emotion, let her head rest against his shoulder. Suddenly she realized the picture she made- a sobbing, hysterical and bristled, desperate to regain her composure. This is not what I want for him; I don’t want to lose him. The man I owe everything of what I am now. The man who save me from you… and she turned to Marc. This is unfair!
      In one sense, Old Benito understands how Ysa grief too much, her life before were so complicated until Bill came to her life. Now she counted fortunate indeed after a long journey she live a good life because of Bill.
      “I have dreams, sometimes terrible dreams of this, “Tears dropped down the side of her face. He was still inside her, loud and powerful. She ached for completion. The situation was unbearable.
       He wants to marry me. He asked me yesterday. I thought of waking you, but your light was out and you seemed so out of rests since of the high of the storm. I just could not do it.”
    Oh what am I to do? Do I trust him and say yes? I love him but what if we just to pain and he find he can’t break it off with his fiancé. She shook her head and coldly she said, “You are not to see him again or have time to meet him and talk to him. How come he asks you to marry him when he has a fiancé waiting for him in Manila?
     A moment passed, and Ysa stunted at the touch of Carmela’s hand on her shoulder. “You should rest first. I will serve that young man some nourishment.” Maybe she is true… how I will trust a man who is completely stranger to me. At least Marc, I know him and his family. But, I am afraid with his fame temperament. But I want to settled down and have my dream family, a big family whom I never experience in my entire life. “Yes no one knows him as I do,” Ysa said. She looked forward to talking with Carmela and to hearing all the neighborhood gossip.
      “Good morning to you” Ysa returned. Although she looked weary, she could tell that she had been crying.
       “Are you all right?” Carmela asked, being close to Ysa.
        Ysa shook her head, I lost my baby, she said in a near whisper.
       “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you’re pregnant,” Carmela replied softly.
         I wasn’t very far for along. I always lose them. From the first few months, frilled her eyes at once and she shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment. “I don’t know what to do; I want a baby so much.” I want to give him a child. He gives up everything for me and if I can’t give him a child I am afraid maybe I lose him too!”
       Carmela touches Ysa’s hand. I’m sure you’ll have one. Ysa shook her head. I’m not as young as you. I fear I’ll never have a child. The doctor says it’s dangerous for me to carry a child.
     Carmela bit her lips and then, caring Ysa’s hand with hers she whispered, “You could adopt a well baby I know you, in just a little while you would love it just as if it were your own.
    Wherever would I find a child to adopt? Ysa asked.
     Perhaps from the Little Angel’s Homes in Cabuan, I’ve heard they help find homes for infants whose mothers are unwed or who cannot support their children, there are other such places as well.”
     Ysa nodded. But there is something in her soft heart bothers her much. What about if I try to find her…Bills own child. At least if I found her Bill will be happy then. Carmela looked at Ysa and nodded. “I agree with you, but you think Bill will approve that?
     I’ll talk to Bill about it. Perhaps it is the only way for us. Still, I am not ready to give up yet. I want try as long as I can. But this will be your promise… if something happens to me, help find Bill’s daughter.
    Carmela gave her friend a big hug. Ysa wanted children so much that Carmela knows she would go on trying to have her own even though it’s risky and failure brought her new heartbreak.
    She glances toward Bill, Ysa’s husband. As usual, he was at his PC desk in the study room working on web designing and proposals for his new system upgrading and Research Design. Ysa had a good, very loving and kind husband. And she was glad of that because Ysa is not physically strong and ten years older from him. Bill was known to be a very respectable and loving husband to Ysa and no one can question that.
    Carmela was grateful to have known this couple for quite sometimes. When they moved from the city and live in this village and meet Ysa that was the greatest regards for her. That after a long journey they get married and Old Benito's didn't argue and help them settle down. The couple work hard and help Don Benito manage their business. Carmela knew very well Ysa  a good and a loving friend ,and she will always be at her side no matter what happened.
  “I must go now.” Carmela said, squeezing Ysa’s hand, my husband Jacob must be finished by his tea perhaps.” Carmela said.
  “Please come back when you have more time, I enjoy talking to you,” Ysa told her. “But I’m being unfair. I know Jacob will get angry if you don’t hurry.”
   Carmela smiled, everyone in the neighborhood knew about Jacob’s famed temperament. She headed for home. For so many years Carmela was very patient and loving wife to his husband Jacob. Jacob   work as family driver unlike Bill who is an engineer and very understanding and loving husband to Ysa.
   Jacob doesn’t want a big family. He only wants Carmela, only Carmela to his life. He doesn’t want commitment, since she had a three year old baby but that was left to Jacob’s mother in the city, when they moved to the village. That Jacob can’t afford to have her with them. Since Carmela love Jacob so much so she never complain about his temperament.
    Jacob had enough problems with her Boss David without her telling it to be known that she was troubled by his action.
     Carmela made her way home after purchasing goods to Ysa’s merchandize. A full day’s work   awaits Carmela. It was once again a very busy day for Carmela and waited for Jacob to come home very late at night. She want to asked him where spent much of his time but she had shrugged and said, “What a waste of time!” He will not change anyway… he is used to be like that.
     Carmela climbed the old narrow steps to the room over the tenement. She kicked of her shoes, removed her uniform and threw herself across the couch, exhausted. It had been a wonderful evening, physically and mentally exhausting, but nevertheless very useful.
    She closed her eyes and in a moment had dropped off into a dreamless sleep. She sat up sleepily at the sound of voices hearing from downstairs in the tenement. Carmela instantly recognized one voice as that of Jacob. The other she was quite certain, belong to Mr. Parker. She couldn’t make out the word, but she could certainly tell they were both angry. She strained to make out the words, but then she heard the slamming of a door and Jacob’s footsteps and the old narrow stairs.
    Carmela stood up and walked hurriedly toward the door, but before she reached it, Jacob threw it open and stamped angrily into the room. She frowned, smelling the whisky on his breath.
    “What the hell are you scowling at, woman?” he shouted at her. She stepped back. Never before had he frightened her, but the smell of whisky, the tone of his voice, and his expression combined to make her feel threatened. “I’m not scowling,” she protested without raising her voice.
    “Well, I call it a scow! Very unusual and so embarrassing when a man can’t even come home without criticism!” Carmela said nothing.
      “Don’t want your time for lecture or you will not say anything or complain. I better go away and find my peace not for anyone else, not for this dumb house!” Pack up our things were leaving here,” Right now!
      Carmela opened her mouth, not just in surprise but in a deep shock. “Jacob, we have to talk. I don’t understand. What do you mean, pack up our things? Why are we leaving?”
     Jacob ignored her question.”We have time to pack up our things were leaving now.” Again she eludes and his grasp! “No, Jacob, we can’t leave here. Where will we go? 
     He look straight to Carmela, “I said were leaving and we are.” “What happened downstairs? She demanded.
    “I had a fight with that old man, Parker. He gives me words that I didn’t like to hear. You know me… I’m really like this. I won’t let them rule my life nor control me. If they want me to leave then I go, who cares!”
      Carmela blinked… disbelievingly at him. How could he is such thing? In his heart he knew that old Parker only wants him to be on time and do his job.
     She could not imagine leaving now. These people were like family to her; she had no one else. “ I have obligations, she murmured.
    The hell with your obligations! I’m going and so are you.”
    Tears began to fill her eyes. Not because she wanted to cry but because she was so frightened. “We cannot go,” she said even more softly. “We can’t go, not now.”
   He looked at her harshly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
   “I’m pregnant, we need our job. Please Jacob, go to Mr. Parker and apologize. I know he’ll take you back. I know he’ll give you another chance.”
      But it was as if he only heard part of what she said. “Pregnant! How could it be? How did you let it happen? That’s not what I need, a bubbling wife and a screaming kid!” He kicked the side of the table, and then looked into her eyes.”You stay here and have that baby with you, I’m leaving! Not again this time, I cannot afford to have another one… I said you only and no one else, understand!”
     He kicked the door and while Carmela watched in slummed silence, he threw his things together and tied them into an untidy pack.
    “Please,” Carmela murmured. Please don’t leave us!” She held out her hand toward him, but he did not respond.
     She was beyond crying. She trembled violently why was he behaving this way? Perhaps all the things people had said about him was true.
    He picked up his grab bag and bag pack, turned and without looking back, slammed the door behind him.
    Carmela sat on the chair,” perhaps when the effects of the drink wore off. When he had time to think about it clearly, perhaps then he would come back. But if he did not come back, what would become of this child, of our children. Oh, God Almighty help us, please!”
    She wipes her tears and went to her secret hiding place behind the old picture frame hang in the wall. There she had some money given to her by Jacob’s mother and some extra money given to her by her friend Ysa. She gets the envelope and opened it carefully. Her mouth opened in surprise. It was empty! Only Jacob could have taken it! She drops the envelope… now there was nothing! Nothing left! She didn’t have even one peso. What more she is going to do?
    Weeks went by and feeling great sadness. Carmela moved back into a small room. He moved to a small studio type apartment, but organized. There was less time to think about Jacob, less time to wonder where he was and if indeed he would come back… weeks went by and she missed her third blood and then her fourth. It was nearby the middle of April and the sun was warmer the days longer.
      Carmela while in the front yard, watering the plants, when her neighbor Anna handed her a letter. Carmela looked at the envelope curiously. The handwriting was neat and carefully written. It was not his handwriting but seems familiar with her. She remembered when Jacob left,Lavinia followed him. Lavinia, is the girl from the tenement building where they previously lived. This is her handwriting perhaps.
     Carmela sat down in a nearby chair and opened the letter, unfolding it carefully. It was indeed from Jacob written by someone. It was not an announcement that he was returning to her.
      Dear Carmela,
                 I am having this letter written for me. I have decided to go and venture
      to another country and take opportunity to make life more meaningful and raise
      money. I won’t let this opportunity taken for granted. I will be leaving the village
      on the 25th of April with Lavinia. I hope this won’t be too hard for you.

                                                                                                                         Jacob   
    
         What? She read the letter again and again. Did his marriage vows mean nothing to him? There   wasn’t a single word about sending for her later, about carry for her child. There wasn’t even so much as such, “I Love You,” “I’m sorry,” even nothing except leaving me, leaving us.”

        In her condition right now, she had to face having a child alone and rearing it with no money. She had to work, and working what she could for her and for the baby and her 3 year old baby left to her mother in law. This time she must be stronger and tough for all the things she is facing now.
          “Are you all right?” Anna asked. “Oh, yes, Carmela answered. Jacob’s going out of the country with Lavinia. Maybe that is good for him, for us. There’s a lot of opportunity there. If he’ll not send for us…, Life will continue for me, for my baby and for our first born.”

        Carmela pulled herself out of the chair,” perhaps, “she said. Turning   away, knowing it would never happen. She picks up her things and ready for work. That afternoon she would meet her new boss and will be assigning to manage a flower shop. She needs to be compassionate and patience not for herself alone.

        Years had passed and no news from Jacob and Lavinia. Carmela owns the flower shop now and her two children grown up and in their college taking up bachelor’s degree. For Bill and Ysa , they ‘re love grow  stronger even they don’t have a child. They just support and help Carmela raise her children. They were good partners in business and expand more branches in the city here and abroad. God is so good to us; he is so merciful and blessed us with all his graces.

     From the distance hiding in the big wagon, a familiar man now in his middle 50’s, gray hair and ravish, looking at them, with teary eyes, he said in a soft voice…” I’m sorry, “I failed. He turned his back squeezing his hand looking up in the sky. “Did you see him, the old man? Cristina, the eldest …seems familiar to me; I just don’t remember where I saw him!”Whatever, ate we must bring this to Daddy Bill and Mommy Ysa, today is their 20th wedding anniversary, Remember! And they went to the hotel where the celebration held with they’re mom driving the car. Yes, mom… why did  you stop the car? No, maybe not him, forget it. Carmela closes the window of the car.” Let’s go, girls.”

     "It’s me Carmela," Jacob grasp… "Carmela...my sweet  Carmela!"

                                                        The End

                      “In all our doubts and weary God is always with us. Remember HIM always!“
-To God be the glory.
*Mahaliahscent





                                                          
   




                                                                                        
                                                                                                 
   
    










Thursday, July 28, 2011

Ilocano Version- The Monkey and the Turtle

Subject: English I
Level: First Year High School
Topic: Narrative


                                     
                                                 
                                                                   
THE MONKEY AND THE TURTLE
IlocanoVersion

                A monkey, looking very sad and dejected, was walking along the bank of the river one day when he met a turtle.
"How are you?" asked the turtle, noticing that he looked sad.
The monkey replied, "Oh, my friend, I am very hungry. The squash of Mr. Farmer were all taken by the other monkeys, and now I am about to die from want of food."
"Do not be discouraged," said the turtle; "take a bolo and follow me and we will steal some banana plants."
               So they walked along together until they found some nice plants which they dug up, and then they looked for a place to set them. Finally the monkey climbed a tree and planted his in it, but as the turtle could not climb he dug a hole in the ground and set his there.
              When their work was finished they went away, planning what they should do with their crop. The monkey said:
"When my tree bears fruit, I shall sell it and have a great deal of money."
And the turtle said: "When my tree bears fruit, I shall sell it and buy three varas of cloth to wear in place of this cracked shell."
              A few weeks later they went back to the place to see their plants and found that that of the monkey was dead, for its roots had had no soil in the tree, but that of the turtle was tall and bearing fruit.
             "I will climb to the top so that we can get the fruit," said the monkey. And he sprang up the tree, leaving the poor turtle on the ground alone.
"Please give me some to eat," called the turtle, but the monkey threw him only a green one and ate all the ripe ones himself.
             When he had eaten all the good bananas, the monkey stretched his arms around the tree and went to sleep. The turtle, seeing this, was very angry and considered how he might punish the thief. Having decided on a scheme, he gathered some sharp bamboo which he stuck all around under the tree, and then he exclaimed:
"Crocodile is coming! Crocodile is coming!"
The monkey was so startled at the cry that he fell upon the sharp bamboo and was killed.
Then the turtle cut the dead monkey into pieces, put salt on it, and dried it in the sun. The next day, he went to the mountains and sold his meat to other monkeys who gladly gave him squash in return. As he was leaving them he called back:
             "Lazy fellows, you are now eating your own body; you are now eating your own body."
              Then the monkeys ran and caught him and carried him to their own home.
"Let us take a hatchet," said one old monkey, "and cut him into very small pieces."
But the turtle laughed and said: "That is just what I like, I have been struck with a hatchet many times. Do you not see the black scars on my shell?"
Then one of the other monkeys said: "Let us throw him into the water,"
At this time  the turtle cried and begged them to spare his life, but they paid no heed to his pleadings and threw him into the water. He sank to the bottom, but very soon came up with a lobster. The monkeys were greatly surprised at this and begged him to tell them how to catch lobsters.
             "I tied one end of a string around my waist," said the turtle. "To the other end of the string I tied a stone so that I would sink."
The monkeys immediately tied strings around themselves as the turtle said, and when all was ready they plunged into the water never to come up again.
And to this day monkeys do not like to eat meat, because they remember the ancient story.  
            

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Creation


                                                  

                         





An Igorot Folk Tale

                In the beginning there were no people on the earth.Lumawig the Great Spirit, came down from the sky and cut many reeds. He divided these into pairs which he placed in different parts of the world, and then he said to them, :You must speak." Immediately the reeds became people, and in each place was a man and a woman who could talk, but the language of each couple differed from that of others.

               Then Lumawig commanded that each man and woman marry, which they did. By and by there were many children, all speaking the same language as their parents. These, in turn married and had many children. In this way there came to be many people on the earth.

               Now Lumawig saw that there were several things which the people on the earth needed to use, so he set to work to supply them. He created salt, and told the inhabitants of one place to boil it down and sell it to their neighbors. But these people could not understand the directions of the Great Spirit and the next time he visited them, they had not touched the salt.

              Then he took it away from them and gave it to the people called Mayinit. These did as he directed, and because of this he told them that they should always be owners of the salt, and that the other people must buy from them.

             Then Lumawig went to the people of Bontoc, and told them to get clay and make pots. They got the clay, but they did not understand the moulding, and the jars were not well shaped. Because      of their failure, Lumawig told them that they would always have to buy jars and he moved the pottery to Samoki. When he told the people there what to do, they did just as he said, and their jars were well shaped and beautiful. Then the Great Spirit saw that they were fit owners of the poetry, and told them that they should always make many jars to sell.

            In this way Lumawig taught the people and brought to themall the things which they now have.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Narrative- The Monkey and the Turtle

Topic: Narrative
Subject: English I
Lesson 1- A Film - The Monkey and the Turtle ( A Filipino Fable)
Skill: Appreciation of the Narrative read
Level: First Year High School

                                                 
                                          

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