Batman: Magandang umaga ho mamay, ako ho'y sinugo ng inay kunin ko raw ho ang manok....
Lolo: Abay ikaw ga iyan utoy... pagkalaki mo na ga ngay-on. pagkabilis talaga ng panahon. Ano gang year mo na utoy?
Batman: Ako ho'y 4th year higskul na....
Lolo: ah gay-on ga ay ano namang kukuhanin mo pagnakatapos?
Batman: alay mamay diga ho'y ang manok!!!!! ano ga naman kayo???
wahehehehehehehe
Isang araw si BatMan sa palengke, inalok ng relo...
TINDERO: Bay naa ko gwapo relo barato lang to, mura lang to.
BATMAN: Ay utoy akoy aalukin mo ng relo sa talino kong are, sa araw pa laang eh alam ko na ang uras. Di na ako natingin sa relo. Utoy pag tumirik ang araw ibig sabihin alas dose na. Pag gumilid pakanluran utoy alas tres na yown.
TINDERO: Eh bay pano kung umuulan?
BATMAN: Abay utoy i
kay sisilong. Ikay mababasa.
TINDERO: eh pano bay kung gabii wala naman araw pag gabi.
BATMAN: di ko na problema yaan. Ba't magrerelo kapa tutulog na ako eh...
wahehehehehe
TINDERO: eh pano bay kung gabii wala naman araw pag gabi.
BATMAN: di ko na problema yaan. Ba't magrerelo kapa tutulog na ako eh...
wahehehehehe
The Tale of the Missing River
Once upon a time there was a little village lying at the side of a small river. The water of this river was as clear as a crystal that sunshine reached even its deepest part. During a certain time of the year, tiny, red, floating algae appear at the river making its water half colored with red.
Many believed that these algae came from the blood of a Demi-god named Datu Mulong. When his love, Rhaliyana, a beautiful and gentle princess was kidnapped by a brutal and wicked sorcerer named Sultan Abdul Hakul, Prince Mulong rescued the princess. And he killed the evil sorcerer, but in the expense of his own life. Because they both love each other, Princess Rhaliyana cried at the death of her beloved. Some say that her bitter tears became the river.
And in behalf of the legend, the algae benefited most of the village people. Out of it they make dyes and food colors. It is used in pet foods, cosmetics, and in medicine. From this algae, is produced the industrial gum called the “red gum of Mulong”, used as a food thickener and stabilizers in cheese spreads and fruit drinks. From these algae, a certain substance is produce to make the most popular delicacies of the town, the “Munchy Yummy Cake” and the “Swirly Honey Jelly”. These red algae that appear twice a year have many purposes. That’s what the cause of the prosperity of the village and was known in the neighboring village because of these algae. That’s why the river, which is the backbone of the village, is called the “Red river” and the little village was known as the Town of the Red River.
The river is not only a source of the red algae. Certain amounts of aurum, argentums, and other minerals can be found on it. Moreover, it’s the source of the town folk’s drinking water, the source of their water used for laundry and irrigation for their crops, and many more. It is here where they get fishes, shrimps, and other food. It is where their children and grand children plays, take a bath, and where their sweet memories of childhood resides.
Daniel was one of the many village children who owed tons of memories to the River. It was here where they played the most, catching tadpoles, dragonflies, and fishes. It was here where they float toy boats made of water lily leaves.
Daniel gazed upon a barren and scorched riverbed. The River where he and his friends played was now a dried out creek. During this time of the year, the Red Alga would appear covering most of the water. Nevertheless, the Red river had lost not only its alga but its water as well. Almost a year had passed when its water level drops and a month or two before it completely dried out. Yet, the town folks were slightly bothered by the River’s condition because drought is ravaging throughout the land not only to their town but also to the neighboring villages. Even so their livelihood is heavily affected by the absence of the algae, they have found alternate source of income through their slashed-and burn agriculture, massive logging, mining, and charcoal-making which are already flourishing for quite a while now.
Four months and a week had passed and still no sign of the water of the Red River. At last, the people are finally troubled. The village chief, Kapitan Manuel, called for a village assembly. In a voice full of authority he begins, “It’s been months now since the Red river dried out. Our well-known town is losing its charm. What shall we do if it continues?” There was no response from the crowd. Again Kapitan Manuel said, “Daniel, of all the people here, why do you think this is happening?” Daniel, of all the people in the village was a scholar and an educated man. He studied Biology and Natural Sciences, graduated in a degree in Geodetic and Geo-earth Sciences and Aqua-marine Resources. In addition, he is a Quantum Physicist well-known for his studies in the so-called “spooky-connections” and anti-matter and also a chemist. He was a product of famous universities in York New City, the center of knowledge during the time. “Honestly Kapitan, I have no idea yet, and I hope it is not what I’m thinking”, Daniel replied. Then out of the crowd a voice interrupted the discussion. Popoy, one of Daniel”s colleague and friend have thought that the river was clogged up and thus stopped the flow of water. “I suggest we make a trip to the river’s source to find out what really happened”, Popoy added. Egay, another friend added that maybe the drought was the cause of the incident. So he suggested that they should dig the water reserves in the Cave of the Blue Rock. This cave is the source of the Red river where a massive blue rock could be found, believed to be the one producing the water of the red river. “After we dug-up the reserve, we could only hope for the rain to come to end the drought”, Egay added. But before Egay could finished, Elder Tikoy one of the village elders told everyone about the Legend of the One Hundred Candles. According to this legend, if one would offer a hundred candles all lighted up to the Goddess of the Moon, then it could make wishes come true. The villagers nodded believing that these are only caused by spirits. Also they planned for a festivity, offerings and some sort of rituals to pleased those spirits. So that is how the meeting went.
As for Daniel, Popoy,and Egay; to continue the trek upstream would be better than those old superstitions. Early in the morning of the next day, they left. Kapitan Manuel, Claring his daughter also a childhood friend of Daniel, and Mang Ramon the sheriff joined them. For hours, they tracked the dried river bed. As they are walking the dead river, Daniel remembered his childhood days were there was the crystal-clear water, the red algae, Dr. Uliman the turtle which they found lying upside down. They help it get back in the water but found lying overturned again.
At last they reached the Cave of the Blue Rock. It’s his fourth time since he visited this place but it seems that it’s a new cave that they entered. This is not the Cave of Blue Rock that they had once recognized. There was no water. The once magnificent cave walls with its majestic stalactite and stalagmite full of glittering ores and very white seem to vanished and replaced by old muddy and dirty cave walls. The marvelous Blue rock, a spheroid 10 meters in diameter of which half is buried beneath the lagoon surrounding it is now what they saw is a little muddy lagoon and a lichen full and dirty rock. Daniel with Claring surveyed the surrounding. After they looked inside and the surroundings of the cave Daniel made a remarked. “Let’s go home. It’s useless digging through the cave. We killed already the River”, Daniel said. Everyone was shocked. For years now, the people continuously destroyed the forests around the River. They recklessly cut the trees for boats, houses, for wood, charcoal and to fuel their desire for money. The forests are the River’s watershed. Also, deforestation caused sedimentation and siltation of the river. Even the people lighted up neither a hundred nor a thousand candles; the Red River is already dead.
A year have passed, and a couple or three. The prosperous and famous Town of the Red River is starting to die in the absence of the Red River. The Local Government also created an order to relocate the village because of the danger of flash foods and erosions. Because of this the villagers started to move out and finally the village became deserted. Another year had passed and kugon grass and other wild plants started to colonize the village. Finally, the once joyful village was engulfed by the jungle.
And even though the forest starts growing a new, the missing river is still missing and the Town of the Red River totally vanished from its site. Many years would have to pass until nature herself rebuilds what was destroyed by man in an instance. For in the simple unfolding of a bud, nature needs many years to make such a beautiful sight to behold. Until nature rebuilds herself, maybe the Red River would flow again…..
Unique
Charm, beauty, intellect; are you insecure?
Different faces…, everywhere you look everywhere you go, famous men and women. Then you keep from wishing and hoping that you’re like them. Thoughts and questions linger on your mind. Why I am me? Why can’t I be like him/ her? Why should I continue this life that I didn’t choose?
Shame on yourself is always what you feel. Everywhere you go you feel that all eyes are focused on you, criticizing. That’s why you’re always conscious of what you look, what they think about your dress, and everything about you. You sense that they are digging what lies beneath that face of yours.
Perhaps it is true that people don’t have any satisfaction. Perhaps they sometimes feel contended but still they are not complete. When they see a thing that they don’t have, they’ll do anything to obtain that even it’s not for them for they don’t like being left behind. Nobody wants to be left behind.
Well, that’s the dumb world of insecurity. And it is a contagious disease. When could we escape that? What is its cure? That I don’t know. But one thing I know, there is no other person that you can find except yourself, simple but unique. Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe; a moment that will never be again. In all the years that have passed, there was never been another person like me and you.
Beyond doubt, each and every one of us is a marvel. Unique!!!
Rumors and the Night Devil from Hell
The Night Devil attacked by night terrorizing the people of Sitio Bagbag. The creature was supposed to be a supernatural being and has powers not known to man. The Night Devil was born out of the terror of those persons who had seen awful things of the like or should I say who imagine such things. And if it was born out of fear it grows out of rumors. For the citizens of Sitio Bagbag, news from outside world is not interesting but definitely boring. They had enough of them so they created their own.
The Devil first struck suddenly one night. It was then in the forest beside the village. The loggers who were sitting in a bonfire heard a horrible a sound coming in the direction of the old, ruined church in that forest. They are not bothered for being a logger, strange noise were not peculiar to them. They knew that it‘s from the wild animals of the forest.
One logger cited a story about a priest who was beheaded by the Japanese during the war and that his spirit is roaming around the forest and haunting the old church. “Ghost Stories!” one of the loggers said. “I wish you’d never mention your story. I feel more frightened now than before”. Just then, their dogs were barking awfully, moving backward, at something hidden in the shadow in the branch of a big tree. Suddenly, a huge winged creature the size of a man appeared and attacked them. One of the loggers tried to gun it but was slashed by the Devil’s claw.
When they returned to the town, their word passed from house to house, from people to people. “Hey, his hand was really slashed! How do you figure that? Even one of their hounds was killed”. Two townsfolk went over to see for themselves. One of them said, “I would not trust one of you woodcutters to know a dark creature from a dark coconut stamp!” But once they have seen the scars, they had to admit: “This really was a claw mark”.
So, the Night Devil was born.
There was some talk of the beast in that particular area. But the talk died down and was lost in amidst of many other worse rumors. Three nights later, in a placed closed to the forest, a farmer was awaken by his chickens and goats. Thinking that it was only a robber, a petty thief, he gets his “de bomba rifle” and tried to gunned or scare the burglar away. But when he opened his window, he saw a winged creature, 5 ½ ft. tall and has a wing span of 7 ft. devouring one of his goats. It was full moon and there’s no cloud to interfere with its brightness, but the farmer didn’t saw the full image of the beast. It soars high just when he had the courage to point his gun to it.
Not so much doubting followed this nightmare. In the next morning, they saw the ripped throat of the goat, and the goat’s ripped body. That made the people of Sitio Bagbag more frightened.
The Night Devil was confirmed. Somebody else besides the sleeping farmer had seen the devil. It couldn’t be just a dream. A tanod who is weary and tired in his post saw it eating its prey on the top of a big tree. According to him, it has a big jaw, pointed teeth, more than 5 ½ ft. tall, and covered with dark fur all over the body. He runs immediately. That’s why it’s only the details he gave.
Thus, everybody gathered around the “tanod” and began to discuss weird events. They repeated the story as much as they could remember. Then somebody else in the crowd said, “I think he’s only some guy who has cracked up in an odd way. I mean he’s a psycho, too much alcohol intakes between nobody is”. Another replied, “Or it must be some crazy man dressed in some crazy costumes and is trying to scare all of us. What I mean is maybe it’s a kind of burglars’ propaganda perhaps”.
“Yeah, some night devil from hell who wants to steal from us!”
And thus, the Night Devil was christened.
Once he had a name, the story went all over the town and even in the neighboring village. During the town council’s meeting, it was one of the subjects of discussion. There was also an incident when some joker screamed horribly and yelled, “The Night Devil strikes again!” A nervous neighbor turned and knocked the joker over one of the coconut-log benches. For some, the Devil was no longer a joking matter.
Five times the Devil struck gain in one night and in different places in Sitio Bagbag. Details differ but there was agreement that there’s an enourmous winged creature with long jaws and covered with fur. At least, four out of five Devil attacks had to be jokes perpetrated by people with strange sense of humors. The Night Devil had imitators, but there’s no question of its existence.
While the authorities wanted to device ways of the Night Devil’s existence, the people had already device their ways to explain him. At first, the Night Devil was a half serious joke. He hadn’t killed anyone except chickens, goats, and piglets. Also, most of the Night Devil’s attack was seen during the day and yet rumors have it that it did the killings during the night. Except the loggers who tried to shoot him, he hadn’t nicked anyone with his wicked claws and jaws. But that changed. The story came around that the Devil had slashed a drunken man who decided to exhaust up his alcohol in an old fallen log.
The authorities now were more concerned. They ordered the sheriffs to kill the Night Devil. They also organized a vigilante group armed with old rifles, shot guns, bolos, bamboo spears and knives. Twice they sighted the devil, one during the day flying above and during the night hovering from branches to branches of the old trees. The Devil was said to be spotted going to the old church ruined found in the forest. The villagers believed that there was a girl whose spirit was troubled haunting the old ruins. The evil came out of her in the form of the Night devil and they thought that its lair is the old church. They summoned the priests to get rid of the spirit through some prayers and rituals, but the devil strikes again and again.
Finally, with weapons at hand, the courageous men of Sitio Bagbag searched the old church. What they found were only pile of rubbles. They searched all the ruins except the bell tower because its stairways are too old and fragile for people to walk. They found no signs of the devil. After they had seen the so called lair of the Night Devil, there’s no proof that such a creature existed.
The end finally came. A shadow moving in the bushes and panting like an animal was spotted by a trigger happy sheriff who raised his fully loaded rifle and shoot the moving thing many times and up close. At last, the Night Devil was dead. A life in which rumors served as morning newspaper could have created the night Devil, spread his fame, and killed him. No one really knows.
Few days have passed. A mischievous lad accidentally went in the old ruined church for he was playing hide and seek with his friends. He heard a strange noise from the top of the old church’s bell tower. Thinking that it was his friends hiding, he cautiously climbed the stairways despite its weak condition. Instead of seeing his friends, he saw a huge eagle, the so-called Monkey-eating Eagle once known to be totally extinct, with two already matured eaglets. And as the boy can utter a sound, the eagles soar above the sky leaving a horrible but majestic sreams.
nunusarashi09@blogspot.com. Pinapagana ng Blogger.
