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ang sampung utos ng mga lasenggo

SAMPUNG UTOS NG MGA LASENGGO
(saw this somewhere in Bob Ong's yahoo group)

1. HUWAG MAKULIT habang nag- iinom.

2. HUWAG MATAKAW huwag kamayin ang pulutan.

3. HUWAG PATAGALIN ANG BASO, may naghihintay pang tatagay.

4. HUWAG UMINOM NG UMINOM, kaylangan bumili ka rin.

5. MAGPAALAM KUNG UUWI NA at huwag yung biglang nawawala.

6. UMINOM NG DIRETSO SA TIYAN at huwag sa ulo upang maiwasan ang basag ulo.

7. MAGTIRA NG PANLAKAD, kahit hinlalaki ng paa, iwasan ding umuwi ng pagapang.

8. HUWAG MATUTULOG HABANG UMIINOM.

9. SIGURADUHING SA SARILING BAHAY ang uwi kung lasing na.

10. HUWAG MANAKIT, kung hindi bigyan ng pang-inom, at dapat mo pang lambingin, at ng pagbigyang muli.


>HULING PAKI-USAP< IWASANG SUMUKA AT UMIHI SA SALAWAL . . .

before everything

"I don't want

the world

to see me

Cause I don't think

that they'd understand

When everything's made

to be broken

I just want you

to know

who i am"

Baby, I'd like us to follow our hearts. But would you really want to? Would you want to follow your heart to mine when we both don't know where it is? All I want to do is to give you a key to myself, but I can't find any key. But even if you have me already, will you be able to hold me and let me hold you, too, oblivious to the world around us? Will you not ask your head if you're doing the right thing?

a jewish thought

As the Rabbi said,

"al tadeen et chavercha ad she'tagi'a leemkoemoe..."

Do not judge your fellow human being

until you come to his place.

forwarded message

Adolf Bautista, a friend from the medieval times, forwarded a text message, one of those I don't immediately delete seconds after I receive. I think of it as some sort of Ilonggo chant or spell, or folk song, I can't really confirm where it's from and who wrote it. But I love its simplicity and undertones.

"Pating, lupad ka na sa bato bantiling.
Lantawa ang Sentral ginapagaling.
Dolse bayabas, damu sang liso,
kambyo kalamay, matam-is,
malas-ay."

text message from an african kid

The following is a popular fowarded SMS. It says: "This poem was nominated the Best Poem of 2005, written by an African kid."

Well, nobody really knows where it came from or if an African kid really wrote it, or at which award-winning ceremony was it nominated for Best Poem.

Anyway, here's the poem (spelling and formatting from the original message isn't edited):

"Wen i born,
i black.
Wen i grow up,
i black.
Wen i go in the sun,
i black.
Wen i scared,
i black.
Wen i sick,
i black.
And wen i die,
i still black.

And u white fella,
Wen u born,
u pink.
Wen u grow up,
u white.
Wen u go in the sun,
u red.
Wen u cold,
u blue.
Wen u scared,
u yellow.
Wen u sick,
u green.
And wen u die,
u gray...

And u calling me
colored???"

Credits go to my friend, the award-winning artist from UAE, Abdulla Sharhan, for letting me use his piece of art for this post. It's called "African Kid". And also to my high school English teacher, Sir Jojo, for being the first to send me this SMS (that was about four months ago!)

A Quote from Francis Ford Coppola

I got a back issue of this magazine last night, and I can't stop enjoying the read. It's an old but decent copy of All-Story's Cinema Issue of Winter 2003. I love it. The magazine is supposedly linked with the Coppola's empire of film and writing. Well, i got this quote which I really liked:

"And if you desire to write yourself, I can suggest a basic exercise that will help, if you do it every morning: Apply the seat of your pants to the seat of your chair."

-Francis Ford Coppola