Nawawaglit na Pangarap?

Nawawaglit na Pangarap?

Hala...? Nagkagulo ang tribu. Ano ito, pangarap na dati ay kanilang hawak-hawak, ngayon biglang hindi maapuhap? Ano nangyari, paano nangyari? Sino ang salarin? Ano ang kanyang galing at pati pangarap ng lahat ay kaya niyang hablutin?

Hindi lang mga tao sa tribu ang nagkagulo, pati mga tuta at aso ay nakigulo, may breed at walang breed, at kunwaring may breed, nakakulong at gala, malinis at mabango, pati mabaho at gusgusin, na karamihan ay nangakapiring. Nakakagulat ang dami pala ng aso sa tribu, na biglang lumitaw at sumama sa kinilalang bagong amo na dala ng bulalakaw.

At silang mga nangakapiring ay tumahol at kumahol sa inaakala nilang salarin, at pinaniniwalaang salarin, paulit-ulit na tumahol at kumahol sa puno na siyang may bunga, na dati nilang pinupuntahan at pinagpapahingalayan, na ngayon ay tila ba ibig na nilang ibuwal sa naninindak nilang tahol at kahol, at sunggaban o hablutin ang bunga nito na para naman sa lahat sana, subali't nanatiling ang puno ay matatag, hindi nabuwal, ni hindi natinag kahit ang mga tumatahol at kumakahol ay mistula nang mga nauulol.

Napakasamang scenario, almost everybody (impulsively and without thinking - at nag-iisip nga ba ang mga aso?) barked and barked at the wrong tree.

What made the scenario really worst ay habang nagtatahulan ang mga aso ay sumamsambulat naman sa kanilang bibig ang sandamakmak na bulok na taho, na hindi naman sa tiyan galing, at nagkalat sa paligid, at sila-sila ay napagtatalsikan ng sarili nilang bulok na taho. 

Teka, hinto kaya muna kasi sa tahol at kahol? Ang tanong, sino ba talaga ang tunay na salarin? Naku, paano kaya malalaman, tumapon na ang mga taho?

Who is the real culprit? Para malaman pulutin muna kaya ang taho at isalba kung pwede pa...

Sa isang banda, may halaga pa ba ang tumapong bulok na taho ng aso?

O kaya ay tanggalin ang piring? Sino ang magtatanggal?

Ito ang Kabanata 1 ng isang kwento ng pagpupunyagi sa isang pangarap, sa simula ay isang ordinaryong kwento na sa paglipas ng mahabang panahon ay naging drama, tapos naging comedy, at ngayon ay nagiging isang defective na detective story.  Kailan kaya at saan matatapos ang kwentong ito?

Subaybayan ang kasunod na kabanata…

Itutuloy....

April 16, 2014

Kabanata 2 
(Mathematical Presentation ng Kabanata 1)

Problem Solving:

Let N be the number

             so that N = Answer

Solve the problem RIGHT NOW! No need of any Given! 
I just want it solved NOW NA!

(Utos ng bagong amo na dala ng bulalakaw)

itutuloy...



May 4, 2014

Kabanata 3

Kadalasan sa barya ang tinitingnan ang magkabilang panig lang...ang tao o ang ibon. 

Nakakaligtaan ang isang panig, yung gilid na pabilog...

Yun ang elemento na dapat ay sinasalat, ng balat at ng isip...

itutuloy....



May 27, 2014

kabanata 4
dumog pulong-pulong


Filipino Nursery rhyme:

Ale, ale, namamayong, pasukubin yaring sanggol
Pagdating sa Malabon, ipagpalit ng bagoong.

Mama, mama, namamangka, pasakayin yaring bata
Pagdating sa Maynila, ipagpalit ng manika.


Nursery rhyme sa tribo...

Taga tribo dalian ninyo, sumakay na lahat sa tren,
Pagdating sa may bangin, ihulog nyo dati nyong fren...

Saan kaya hahantong ang senaryong ito sa tribo?

itutuloy....

  

June 7, 2014

July 1, 2014

(Hayyy…!) Akala ko aso lang ang marami sa tribu, mapagkakahol na mga aso na pag tumahahol lumalabas sa bibig nila mga taho na hindi sa tiyan nanggagaling…

Mali pala ako, mas madami pala Zombies sa tribu, mga walking dead, as in hindi lang bulag na tagasunod kundi walking dead talaga...  

Nakakaawa ba sila?

KUDOS to doctors, nurses, caregivers for their Patience

Words and terms are amusing. I really wonder why a sick person is called patient when in fact it is the caregiver that should be called such. Sick people are enduring ailments and undergoing treatment yes, but not all are really that patient, and are they excused not to be, because they are sick and should be treated with care and understanding? The caregiver is the patient one, and if not, is expected to be so, and should be so.

More than ever I admire the people who are in the service of health and medicine. As for me, health professionals and caregivers are the ones that should be called the patient, and not the sick ones.

How patient are the caregivers, and their compassion is immeasurable, to be able to take care of sick people specially those whom they don’t have any relations. I admire and salute them most.

I honestly admit I just discovered now that I don’t have such big heart to be patient to a stubborn impatient sick person, even that sick person is my husband himself. Am I not a good wife, or in denial ‘cause I don’t want him sick? More than anyone else around who is giving support, it is the sick himself that should have the utmost effort to bring his health back to usual.

My apology, just some of my soft tough thoughts, because I hate sickness…really.

I pray for a more patient me…

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It may do something for the sick me…too. Thank you.

BALANCED

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Grand Self-made Stress

THAT bad habit of temporary keeping/inserting an important paper under the last sheet in a file folder, eventually forgot then came the urgency to have it, turned the whole house upside down looking for it but still can't find it, then bringing back all things in their places while desperately cursing and blaming all the unseen innocent devils and ghosts around, and when you're finally done that's the time you'll accidentally find it...haaaarrrr! I call that grand self-made stress, of grand pretty stupid me! Stress are the most unwelcomed guests in the abode of our being, yet we often leave the door wide open for its grand entry.


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A Mighty Tool

A Mighty Tool

If there is something in this world

that I can’t do without

I would say that it is the pen.

I’m so grateful to the innovator of the quill

that lead to the invention of today’s internet.

I  guess it’s the greatest legacy to the human race,

For without that mighty tool where are we today?

Man's dynamic mind sealed in the human skull 
 can dance in and with the universe 
with such a mighty tool. 

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From our family...

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No week-ends?

                        The 7 Days of the Week

We go to school on...
           Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday;
           on Saturday we stay at home to play;
           on Sunday we go to church to pray.

   ...goes the Nursery Rhyme our preschool pupils recite everyday,
           so that they'll always be aware on what is the day everyday.

They'll be asked "What day is today children?"
If they forget the teacher will give a clue
          e.g. "it's the 3rd day of the week"
and they could answer all questions such as
         "if today is wednesday what day is tomorrow"
         or "if today is wednesday what day was yesterday?"

Preschoolers are sure that they have 5 weekdays
         and 2 days week-end, it's a cycle they really enjoy...

Just realized, just realized now...
        I have 7 days a week, yes, always...
        but can't remember now when was the last time
              did I have a week-end?

Oh...so there are 7 days a week
       all week days and no more week-end?
       for me?

Really....?