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felt

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Talahuluganan

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felt

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NAGBATI

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felt

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nakiramdam

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I felt

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may nararamdaman ako

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We felt

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ramdam na kita

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i felt you

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nadama kita

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I felt pity

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nakaramdam ako ng awa

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alice in wonderland tagalog veOnce upon a time . . . there lived a woman who had no children. She dreamed of having a little girl, but time went by, and her dream never came true. She then went to visit a witch, who gave her a magic grain of barley. She planted it in a flower pot. And the very next day, the grain had turned into a lovely flower, rather like a tulip. The woman softly kissed its half-shut petals. And as though by magic, the flower opened in full blossom. Inside sat a tiny girl, no bigger than a thumb. The woman called her Thumbelina. For a bed she had a walnut shell, violet petals for her mattress and a rose petal blanket. In the daytime, she played in a tulip petal boat, floating on a plate of water. Using two horse hairs as oars, Thumbelina sailed around her little lake, singing and singing in a gentle sweet voice. Then one night, as she lay fast asleep in her walnut shell, a large frog hopped through a hole in the window pane. As she gazed down at Thumbelina, she said to herself: "How pretty she is! She'd make the perfect bride for my own dear son!" She picked up Thumbelina, walnut shell and all, and hopped into the garden. Nobody saw her go.Back at the pond, her fat ugly son, who always did as mother told him, was pleased with her choice. But mother frog was afraid that her pretty prisoner might run away. So she carried Thumbellna out to a water lily leaf ln the middle of the pond. "She can never escape us now," said the frog to her son. "And we have plenty of time to prepare a new home for you and your bride." Thumbelina was left all alone. She felt so desperate. She knew she would never be able to escape the fate that awaited her with the two horrid fat frogs. All she could do was cry her eyes out. However, one or two minnows who had been enjoying the shade below the water lily leaf, had overheard the two frogs talking, and the little girl's bitter sobs. They decided to do something about it. So they nibbled away at the lily stem till it broke and drifted away in the weak current. A dancing butterfly had an idea: "Throw me the end of your belt! I'll help you to move a little faster!" Thumbelina gratefully did so, and the leaf soon floated away from the frog pond. But other dangers lay ahead. A large beetle snatched Thumbelina with his strong feet and took her away to his home at the top of a leafy tree. "Isn't she pretty?" he said to his friends. But they pointed out that she was far too different. So the beetle took her down the tree and set her free. It was summertime, and Thumbelina wandered all by herself amongst the flowers and through the long grass. She had pollen for her meals and drank the dew. Then the rainy season came, bringing nastyweather. The poor child found it hard to find food and shelter. When winter set in, she suffered from the cold and felt terrible pangs of hunger. One day, as Thumbelina roamed helplessly over the bare meadows, she met a large spider who promised to help her. He took her to a hollow tree and guarded the door with a stout web. Then he brought her some dried chestnuts and called his friends to come and admire her beauty. But just like the beetles, all the other spiders persuaded Thumbelina's rescuer to let her go. Crying her heart out, and quite certain that nobody wanted her because she was ugly, Thumbelina left the spider's house. As she wandered, shivering with the cold, suddenly she came across a solid little cottage, made of twigs and dead leaves. Hopefully, she knocked on the door. It was opened by a field mouse. "What are you doing outside in this weather?" he asked. "Come in and warm yourself." Comfortable and cozy, the field mouse's home was stocked with food. For her keep, Thumbelina did the housework and told the mouse stories. One day, the field mouse said a friend was coming to visit them. "He's a very rich mole, and has a lovely house. He wears a splendid black fur coat, but he's dreadfully shortsighted. He needs company and he'd like to marry you!" Thumbelina did not relish the idea. However, when the mole came, she sang sweetly to him and he fell head over heels in love. The mole invited Thumbelina and the field mouse to visit him, but . . . to their surprise and horror, they came upon a swallow in the tunnel. It looked dead. Mole nudged it wi his foot, saying: "That'll teach her! She should have come underground instead of darting about the sky all summer!" Thumbelina was so shocked by such cruel words that later, she crept back unseen to the tunnel. And every day, the little girl went to nurse the swallow and tenderly give it food. In the meantime, the swallow told Thumbelina its tale. Jagged by a thorn, it had been unable to follow its companions to a warmer climate. "It's kind of you to nurse me," it told Thumbelina. But, in spring, the swallow flew away, after offering to take the little girl with it. All summer, Thumbelina did her best to avoid marrying the mole. The little girl thought fearfully of how she'd have to live underground forever. On the eve of her wedding, she asked to spend a day in the open air. As she gently fingered a flower, she heard a familiar song: "Winter's on its way and I'll be off to warmer lands. Come with me!" Thumbelina quickly clung to her swallow friend, and the bird soared into the sky. They flew over plains and hills till they reached a country of flowers. The swallow gently laid Thumbelina in a blossom. There she met a tiny, white-winged fairy: the King of the Flower Fairies. Instantly, he asked her to marry him. Thumbelina eagerly said "yes", and sprouting tiny white wings, she became the Flower Queen!rsion

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Alice sa wonderland tagalog bersyon

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Cupid and Psyche Script 1. EXT. CENTER STAGE. SPOTLIGHT (Psyche). Psyche is sitting on a chair (alone and lonely) PSYCHE Is this gift a curse? I never wished for this beauty! My only desire is to love and to be loved… (Sigh) (Spotlight expanding) People visits her to give gifts and praise Man # 1 O Great Beauty… Accept this humble present from us, your faithful servants (Psyche refuses the gift) PSYCHE I cannot accept this gift because i do not deserve to be worshipped I am not a goddess! (Higher tone) Man # 2 But … your splendour cannot be compared with what Venus has 2. EXT. UPPER LEFT SIDE. SPOTLIGHT (Venus). Venus walking back and forth (worried and mad) Venus (SARCASTIC but Calm) I? The goddess of love and BEAUTY? Cannot be compared to a mere mortal like her? I am insulted… VERY Insulted!!! (Sits on her throne) Venus Very well… She leaves me with no other choice… I’m still the goddess of love and beauty after all… (Chuckle) EXT. UPPER RIGHT STAGE. Spotlight. (Cupid playing with his arrows) Venus (sweet and persuading tone) Cupid, my beloved son, an act of your kindness is what I needed now… (Cupid bows down) Cupid I am grateful that you have come to me… (Cupid stands up) VENUS (cheerful and devious) I need you to use your power… The power to make anyone… Fall in love with any person… CUPID Well… I can do that… VENUS But this time is different… You need to make her fall in love with most despicable Creature in the entire universe… CUPID There’s no problem in that… so where is this lady you are talking about… (Venus pointed at Psyche [make yourself pretty]) (2 spotlights) VENUS She is Psyche… Then, I’ll leave it all up to you Venus fled away. Cupid is speechless and has fallen into his knees. 4. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE. Psyche (helpless) I’m tired of this life… I’m tired of being admired instead of being loved. I need Love! I want Love! Psyche’s father enters PSYCHE’S FATHER (troubled) I don’t know how or what are you feeling right now… But I am sure that you are in great pain He hugs Psyche PSYCHE’S FATHER (determined) And so… I must travel to Apollo’s oracle and asks what we need to do… Wait for me and I’ll bring the joy of your life… Psyche nods. Father left. 5. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE. Psyche’s father enters (depressed) PSYCHE (excited) And? what did it tell you? PSYCHE’S FATHER The or… (Gulp) the oracle told me…that… That you should be dressed in the deepest mourning… Then, we should leave you on the summit of a rocky hill… Psyche forced herself to smile PSYCHE Is that all? Then, I shouldn’t be standing here… I should get ready to meet my future spouse! Psyche tried to run into her room PSYCHE’S FATHER WAIT! I’m not yet finished… Your Future husband is not a human… But a fearful winged serpent! All was shocked SISTER # 1 Psyche, you should stop this! It will only give you a greater pain… MOTHER (exclaimed) Your sister is right… I won’t hand you to a despicable creature! PSYCHE (Sad smile) You are wrong! This is the end of my lifelong suffering! Rejoice for me for I have found my destiny… They hugged together. 6. EXT. UPPER RIGHT SIDE STAGE. HILLTOP. Psyche sat on hilltop. (Trembling with fear). Zephyr slowly lifts her up. Then, gently lands her on a grassy meadow. PSYCHE Whoa… it’s better than my bed back home… (Yawn) Psyche slowly fell into a deep sleep. (Dim Light) Woke up in front of Cupid’s mansion. VOICE # 1 Lady Psyche, Welcome to your new Home! PSYCHE (surprised) Who are you? What do you want from me? VOICE # 2 Do not be afraid, my lady, we are your most faithful servants… We were trained to fulfil your desires. VOIICE # 3 We know that you are tired and starving, my lady… So we prepared a feast for you. Psyche sat on the chair, and enjoys the most delicious food she ever tasted. 7. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM Psyche sits on their bed. PSYCHE When will my husband come? Did he really want me? Am I not qualified to be his wife? VOICE # 2 Relax my lady; I assure you he will come… PSYCHE But when? VOICE # 3 He will be coming soon… Very soon… Psyche lied down and slept. (Spotlight Cupid) Cupid lies down beside Psyche and hugs her. CUPID (whispers) Welcome home, my dearest wife… Psyche slowly opens her eyes (half). She smiled. Play the Recorded Voice Over. Psyche (THOUGHT) I knew it… he is not a horrible creature… His warm hands are the evident… Psyche grabs the hands of Cupid from behind. 8. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. Psyche is sitting on their bed. Brushing her hair. CUPID [VOICE] Psyche, I’ve come here to warn you to a great danger you’ll face… PSYCHE What danger? Explain it to me so I can avoid it… CUPID [VOICE] The danger is your sisters. They will come to the hill where you disappeared to mourn for you. PSYCHE My sisters? My sisters are not… and will never bring me harm! (Higher tone) So please, grant me this wish to see my dear sisters. I want to let them know that I am safe and happy in your care. CUPID [Voice] You will bring yourself to your own destruction. PSYCHE It will never be! CUPID {VOICE] I’ll let you see your sister, but promise me this… Don’t be persuaded by anyone to try to see me. PSYCHE I solemnly promise… I am so grateful for granting me this favour. Psyche smiled and slept. 9. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S LIVING ROOM. Psyche and her two sisters saw each other and tightly hugged together. SISTER # 2 Psyche, we miss you so much… we thought something terrible happened to you… SISTER # 1 We are so glad that you are still alive…. and still… beautiful… PSYCHE (Chuckled) Well… I was scared at first but after knowing my husband…. The fright that I felt changed into love… SISTER # 1 (day dreaming) So how was he? Gorgeous? Muscular? Or Charming? PSYCHE (stutter) Well… um… he is a young man…um… he is now away for… umm… For a Hunting expedition! Psyche acted strange and secretive. PSYCHE It’s getting late, you should go now… Psyche handed some jewels and gold. PSYCHE Here, accept these as a present from me and from my husband. The sisters left and Psyche was relieved to be alone. ALL was dark. 10. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. CUPID [VOICE] (desperate) Psyche, I beg you…Please stop this nuisance… I f this continues, we both suffer and you will never ever see me again… PSYCHE (determined) But we have done nothing wrong to bring you harm… If we continue arguing, then this will be harmful for the both of us! CUPID [VOICE] (lax) Psyche, do what you want but don’t blame me if something happens. 11. EXT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S MANSION. The two sisters were waiting for Psyche and plotting their evil scheme. Psyche came and hugged her sisters. PSYCHE (Cheerful) Thank you for coming and filling these lonely hours for me. SISTER # 1 Lonely hours? Why? Where is your husband? PSYCHE (SHOCKED) Um… he is still in the hunting expedition… SISTER # 2 I see… well my husband and I like hunting; we might bump into each other someday. How does he look like? PSYCHE Well… I’m bad in describing people so I don’t know how to describe him, SISTER # 2 Then, how about his name? PSYCHE (almost crying) His name…. Na…. me…. is… I don’t know…. I don’t know his name… Psyche loudly cried. And has fallen into her knees. SISTER # 1(fake concern) Oh my, he might be the one that the oracle is talking about. SISTER # 2 (deep tone) The fearful winged serpent! Psyche pulled one of her sister’s legs. PSYCHE NO! He can’t be… He is gentle and sweet! SISTER # 1 How would you know? You never met him. It must be a disguise to trick you. Psyche let go of her sister’s leg. Sister # 2 will help her get up. SISTER # 2 Psyche, don’t be sad. There is a way that you can see his true nature! PSYCHE (Anxious) What? What is it? They whisper the plan to Psyche. Psyche looked sad after hearing it. 12. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM. Psyche is lying in her bed. Cupid came and slept beside Psyche. Voice over Playing. PSYCHE (THOUGHT) [confused] Should I do it? Should I? What if? Just what if it’s true? Will I be able to handle the truth? I wanted to be with him forever! But I wanted to see him so much! I want to see his smile…. his eyes… his everything… (Descending tone) Psyche slowly stands up. Took the lamp. (Spotlight: Cupid). Took out the dagger. Psyche looked at Cupid and stare (teary eyes) PSYCHE He … he is my husband? Not a horrifying creature… but the most stunning I have ever seen… She dropped the dagger. Psyche slowly reached for Cupid’s face. PSYCHE One touch… one touch will be enough!!! Some hot oil from the lamp dropped on Cupid’s shoulder. Cupid woke up. Psyche gently touch Cupid. PSYCHE (worried) Oh no! Are you alright? Does it hurt? Cupid pushed Psyche away. CUPID (angry) Don’t touch me! You betrayed me and disobey me! Why didn’t you believe me that they will bring us harm? Don’t you trust me, your husband? PSYCHE (scared and worried) I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I got confused… and… And… I didn’t know what I should do… And… And… I don’t know… I just want to see you!!! Cupid runs away. CUPID (Voice) Love cannot live if there is no trust! PSYCHE The god of love? Cupid? Psyche loudly cried. (Shivers) PSYCHE He was my husband… and wretch that I am for not believing him… I s he gone forever? Will I never see him again? What should I do? I want him back!!! I want him back… PSYCHE stood up. PSYCHE I’ll bring him back… even if it takes a lifetime! 13. EXT. RIGHT SIDE. VENUS’ TEMPLE. Psyche offers some gifts to the statue of Venus. Voice over playing. PSYCHE (THOUGHT) I know this is not a good plan, but it might work. He might be at his mother’s. There is a greater possibility that we’ll meet again Psyche prayed to Venus. PSYCHE O great goddess. I brought you destruction… but hear me out and I’ll be your servant! When she was about to return, Venus appeared in front of her. VENUS Finally, I have met the devious mortal that put shame in my family. PSYCHE It wasn’t my intention… Venus looked at her angrily. Psyche bows her head. VENUS Why are you here? Aren’t my son enough for you? Do you still want to hurt other with you bewitched beauty? PSYCHE (exclaimed) Wait! You misunderstood me. I never wanted this beauty in the first place! VENUS How dare you! You aren’t grateful for the gift that the heaven bestowed unto you? You disgust me! Psyche looked ashamed VENUS Something must be done with that ill mannered attitude of yours! I’ll discipline you with most diligent and painful training. Venus smiled and laughed wickedly. She left and Psyche followed her. 14. INT. LEFT SIDE. Closed ROOM. Venus and Psyche entered the room. Venus pointed at the sacks in the corner. VENUS Those sacks are filled with different kinds of seeds… You must sort them out by nightfall…. PSYCHE By nightfall? I can’t do it all alone… It will take days or even months to sort them out! VENUS It’s not my problem… I mean, this is for your own sake… Venus departed. Psyche is “playing” with the seeds. PSYCHE (helpless then determined) What do I need to do? (Sigh) But I shouldn’t give up; I must try hard for Cupid. ANT #1 (squeaky voice) Psyche… Psyche… look down! PSYCHE Ants? Little ants? Are you here to help me? ANTS # 2 We are at you service, our Lady. It is our pleasure to help a great beauty like you… PSYCHE Thank you… oh… thank you very much!!! I’ll never forget you my little ones… The ants Helped Psyche in sorting the seeds. Morning came. The ants went away after sorting. Venus came. VENUS (annoyed) How… How… How did you do it? Someone help you right? PSYCHE Aaaaaa…. It’s a secret… (Chuckled) VENUS (Sarcastic warning) So this task is easy for you, but the next is harder so be careful… EXT. LEFT SIDE. RIVERBANK. Venus and Psyche are standing at the riverbank. VENUS I need you to fetch me some wool! PSYCHE Then wool it is! VENUS Not just any wool but Shining Golden wool!!! Down there near the riverbank. Go now and I don’t like waiting. Venus pushed her a little and went away. Psyche stared at her reflection. PSYCHE I talk too much, I thought that I can do everything but I can’t… arghh!!! Dying! Dying will end my suffering! REED Wait! You mustn’t drown yourself! Indeed your life is miserable but it will end. Before this, you need to accomplish this task. Psyche wipe off her tears and listen to the reed. REED Wait until the sun sets, the sheep will rest beside the river that is your chance to Get the wool stuck on the briars. PSYCHE Thank you my dear friend!! I owe you!!! Psyche did what she was told. She went back to Venus. 16. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION. Psyche gave Venus the golden wool! VENUS (Irritated) So these tasks are easy for you? then beware of the next one! It is very impossible for a mortal to accomplish this task. Psyche looked worried. Venus threw the flask to Psyche. Psyche caught the flask. VENUS (devious tone) You need that for this job. I need you to fill that with black water from that hill. That water is the source of the most fearful river, the river Styx! PSYCHE But I can’t reach it. It’s too high for me? How will I get some water? VENUS Well… it’s for you to found out! 17. EXT. BACK RIGH STAGE. FALLS. Psyche was staring at the falls and tries to figure out how she can fill the flask. PSYCHE The stones are sharp so I can’t climb up… I mean I know someone will help me with this task but what will it be? An eagle soar towards Psyche. Psyche sat at the back of the eagle. The eagle flew towards the fall. Psyche filled the flask with black water. PSYCHE Thank you my big friend!!! I can’t do it without you. 18. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION. Psyche gave the flask to Venus. Venus accepts it. VENUS This will be your final task! Go to the underworld and ask Persephone if she could lend me some of her beauty. Venus gave the box to Psyche. VENUS You will carry her beauty with this. PSYCHE What will I tell her if she asks why? VENUS Tell her that… that… um… I am so worn-out from nursing my beloved Cupid… Psyche went on to find the road to Hades. 19. EXT. LEFT SIDE. TOWER. A man approached Psyche. GUIDE You are looking for the roads to Hades right? PSYCHE Yes, I do! Do you know how to get there? GUIDE Yes, of course… But before I tell you the directions, you need this penny and this cake. Guide gave Psyche the penny and the cake. PSYCHE What will I do with these? GUIDE These are you gate passes. You give the penny to Charon, He will lead you to Proserpine’s mansion. And at the mansion, you’ll encounter a three-headed dog called Cerberus. You will give this piece of cake to it so that he will let you pass the gate. PSYCHE Phew… I’m scared but ready… so where should I head to… The guide showed Psyche how she will get there. 20. INT. WHOLE STAGE. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. UNDERWORLD. Psyche rode the boat led by Charon. Passed the gate guarded by Cerberus. She met Proserpine. PSYCHE Goddess of the underworld, I am here on behalf of Venus. She needed your help. She needs to restore her beauty. Her beauty was drained because of nursing his son. PROSERPINE Wel… I am delighted to help the goddess of Beauty. Proserpine held the box and slowly move it towards her face. She closed the box,. Gave it back to Psyche. PSYCHE Thnak you… Thank you for this great help… She rushed towards back to the upper world. PSYCHE What if I use some of this beauty charm?… i looked so weary and Cupid might not love me anymore if i look like this. Psyche opened the box and was surprised that nothing was there. Then a lanquor took over her and fell into deep sleep. Cupid flew out from the window of he palace. Saw Psyche and flew towards her. CUPID Relax, my dear for I am here beside you. Cupid touched Psyche’s eyes and put the sleep back in the box. Then he took one of his arrows and pricked Psyche. Psyche woke up. They hugged each other. CUPID You fool, why did you hav to do that? Do you know how worried I am? PSYCHE I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Please don’t leave me again… Stay by my side… CUPID I won’t ever…so come to me… and all our sufferings will end. 21. INT. WHOLE STAGE. OLYMPIA. Cupid and Psyche were rushing towards Jupiter. Bows down to Jupiter CUPID Grant me this great favour. Let us live a happy marriage life. Let us become one with blessing you’ll bestow unto us. JUPITER Even though you brought me great harm in the past for making me fall in love Over and over again, but I cannot refuse your desire. So do not be worried. Jupiter stood up. JUPITER I declare to all of you that with my blessing I pronounce Cupid and Psyche as husband and wife. No one shall ever interrupt their marriage or you shall face me and my thunderbolts. The gods and goddesses whisper to each other. JUPITER There won’t be any complaints if Psyche was immortal, right? Then, Hermes, bring me the ambrosia and I’ll bestow immortality to this young lady. Hermes gave the ambrosia to Psyche. Psyche tasted it and she became immortal. Cupid and Psyche hugged each other. CUPID We will now be together forever. Nothing will stand between our love. PSYCHE What about your mother? Will she accept me? Venus walked towards them. VENUS I accept you! You are the love of my son so I don’t have any choice but to accept you. And… its because you are a goddess now that i agree on your marriage. Cupid, Psyche and Venus hugged each other. Spotlight ; Cupid and Psyche. Still Hugging each other. PSYCHE Cupis, You are the LOVE of my life. CUPID Psyche, You are my SOUL. I can’t live without you. Cupid and Psyche looked at each other and slowly moving their face towards each other. (one inch away—black out—Closed Curtains)

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dula-dulaan Tungkol kay cupid sa psyche

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The City's history dates back many centuries before the Spaniards came to Cagayan when the territory was called Kalambagohan. Its main town, Himologan, was a hill-top fortress situated some eight kilometers south of the present Poblacion. At the time when the first Spanish missionaries came in 1622, the people of Cagayan had tributary relation to Kudarat, the Muslim Sultan of Maguindanao empire in Cotabato. However, the people had not embraced Islam and instead, many became Christians after sometime. Because of this, Muslim warriors began to attack the settlement. As a defense strategy, the priests persuaded the people to transfer from the hilltop to a better location which is the present site of the Saint Augustine Cathedral. The Cagayanons were able to defend themselves for almost 250 years from Muslim harassment. In 1738, Spanish dominance was felt in Cagayan. When Misamis gained status of province in 1818, one of its four districts was the Partidos de Cagayan. In 1871, the "Partidos" became a town and was made permanent capital of Misamis. In 1883, the town became seat of the Spanish government in Mindanao for the provinces of Misamis Oriental, Misamis Occidental, Bukidnon, Lanao del Norte. Consequently, from a purely farming-fishing area, Cagayan emerged into a booming commerce and trade center. The war years in Cagayan were prompted by the presence of the Americans in 1898. The Americans were initially and successfully repulsed by the local forces led by Major Apolinar Velez at the historic battle of Macahambus in June 4, 1900. After the troubled years, peace finally brought back the economic activities to normal under the guidance of Americans. St. Augustine School, the forerunner of the present Xavier University and of Lourdes College, was inaugurated in 1928. On June 15, 1950 President Elpidio Quirino signed Republic Act No. 521, which granted the status of a chartered city to the municipality of Cagayan de Oro. Following these events, the socio-economic order underwent some far-reaching changes. Activities grew in scale and importance until it developed as the administrative center for the entire Northern Mindanao (Region X and XIII). Today, Cagayan de Oro is one of the fastest growing cities in the country and was declared a “Highly Urbanized City” by the Ministry of Local Government last November 22, 1983. articlel from the city of Cagayan de Oro verbatim

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Please, specify two different languages

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A masterpiece from god, I felt dizzy.We were not near,yet we were together

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Isang obra maestra mula sa diyos, ako nadama dizzy.We ay hindi malapit, pa kami ay magkasama

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May Day Eve By Nick Joaquin The old people had ordered that the dancing should stop at ten o’clock but it was almost midnight before the carriages came filing up the departing guests, while the girls who were staying were promptly herded upstairs to the bedrooms, the young men gathering around to wish them a good night and lamenting their ascent with mock signs and moaning, proclaiming themselves disconsolate but straightway going off to finish the punch and the brandy though they were quite drunk already and simply bursting with wild spirits, merriment, arrogance and audacity, for they were young bucks newly arrived from Europe; the ball had been in their honor; and they had waltzed and polka-ed and bragged and swaggered and flirted all night and where in no mood to sleep yet--no, caramba, not on this moist tropic eve! not on this mystic May eve! --with the night still young and so seductive that it was madness not to go out, not to go forth---and serenade the neighbors! cried one; and swim in the Pasid! cried another; and gather fireflies! cried a third—whereupon there arose a great clamor for coats and capes, for hats and canes, and they were a couple of street-lamps flickered and a last carriage rattled away upon the cobbles while the blind black houses muttered hush-hush, their tile roofs looming like sinister chessboards against a wile sky murky with clouds, save where an evil young moon prowled about in a corner or where a murderous wind whirled, whistling and whining, smelling now of the sea and now of the summer orchards and wafting unbearable childhood fragrances or ripe guavas to the young men trooping so uproariously down the street that the girls who were desiring upstairs in the bedrooms catered screaming to the windows, crowded giggling at the windows, but were soon sighing amorously over those young men bawling below; over those wicked young men and their handsome apparel, their proud flashing eyes, and their elegant mustaches so black and vivid in the moonlight that the girls were quite ravished with love, and began crying to one another how carefree were men but how awful to be a girl and what a horrid, horrid world it was, till old Anastasia plucked them off by the ear or the pigtail and chases them off to bed---while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobble and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his great voice booming through the night, "Guardia serno-o-o! A las doce han dado-o-o. And it was May again, said the old Anastasia. It was the first day of May and witches were abroad in the night, she said--for it was a night of divination, and night of lovers, and those who cared might peer into a mirror and would there behold the face of whoever it was they were fated to marry, said the old Anastasia as she hobble about picking up the piled crinolines and folding up shawls and raking slippers in corner while the girls climbing into four great poster-beds that overwhelmed the room began shrieking with terror, scrambling over each other and imploring the old woman not to frighten them. "Enough, enough, Anastasia! We want to sleep!" "Go scare the boys instead, you old witch!" "She is not a witch, she is a maga. She is a maga. She was born of Christmas Eve!" "St. Anastasia, virgin and martyr." "Huh? Impossible! She has conquered seven husbands! Are you a virgin, Anastasia?" "No, but I am seven times a martyr because of you girls!" "Let her prophesy, let her prophesy! Whom will I marry, old gypsy? Come, tell me." "You may learn in a mirror if you are not afraid." "I am not afraid, I will go," cried the young cousin Agueda, jumping up in bed. "Girls, girls---we are making too much noise! My mother will hear and will come and pinch us all. Agueda, lie down! And you Anastasia, I command you to shut your mouth and go away!""Your mother told me to stay here all night, my grand lady!" "And I will not lie down!" cried the rebellious Agueda, leaping to the floor. "Stay, old woman. Tell me what I have to do." "Tell her! Tell her!" chimed the other girls. The old woman dropped the clothes she had gathered and approached and fixed her eyes on the girl. "You must take a candle," she instructed, "and go into a room that is dark and that has a mirror in it and you must be alone in the room. Go up to the mirror and close your eyes and shy: Mirror, mirror, show to me him whose woman I will be. If all goes right, just above your left shoulder will appear the face of the man you will marry." A silence. Then: "And hat if all does not go right?" asked Agueda. "Ah, then the Lord have mercy on you!" "Why." "Because you may see--the Devil!" The girls screamed and clutched one another, shivering. "But what nonsense!" cried Agueda. "This is the year 1847. There are no devil anymore!" Nevertheless she had turned pale. "But where could I go, hugh? Yes, I know! Down to the sala. It has that big mirror and no one is there now." "No, Agueda, no! It is a mortal sin! You will see the devil!" "I do not care! I am not afraid! I will go!" "Oh, you wicked girl! Oh, you mad girl!" "If you do not come to bed, Agueda, I will call my mother." "And if you do I will tell her who came to visit you at the convent last March. Come, old woman---give me that candle. I go." "Oh girls---give me that candle, I go." But Agueda had already slipped outside; was already tiptoeing across the hall; her feet bare and her dark hair falling down her shoulders and streaming in the wind as she fled down the stairs, the lighted candle sputtering in one hand while with the other she pulled up her white gown from her ankles. She paused breathless in the doorway to the sala and her heart failed her. She tried to imagine the room filled again with lights, laughter, whirling couples, and the jolly jerky music of the fiddlers. But, oh, it was a dark den, a weird cavern for the windows had been closed and the furniture stacked up against the walls. She crossed herself and stepped inside. The mirror hung on the wall before her; a big antique mirror with a gold frame carved into leaves and flowers and mysterious curlicues. She saw herself approaching fearfully in it: a small while ghost that the darkness bodied forth---but not willingly, not completely, for her eyes and hair were so dark that the face approaching in the mirror seemed only a mask that floated forward; a bright mask with two holes gaping in it, blown forward by the white cloud of her gown. But when she stood before the mirror she lifted the candle level with her chin and the dead mask bloomed into her living face. She closed her eyes and whispered the incantation. When she had finished such a terror took hold of her that she felt unable to move, unable to open her eyes and thought she would stand there forever, enchanted. But she heard a step behind her, and a smothered giggle, and instantly opened her eyes. "And what did you see, Mama? Oh, what was it?" But Dona Agueda had forgotten the little girl on her lap: she was staring pass the curly head nestling at her breast and seeing herself in the big mirror hanging in the room. It was the same room and the same mirror out the face she now saw in it was an old face---a hard, bitter, vengeful face, framed in graying hair, and so sadly altered, so sadly different from that other face like a white mask, that fresh young face like a pure mask than she had brought before this mirror one wild May Day midnight years and years ago.... "But what was it Mama? Oh please go on! What did you see?" Dona Agueda looked down at her daughter but her face did not soften though her eyes filled with tears. "I saw the devil." she said bitterly. The child blanched. "The devil, Mama? Oh... Oh..." "Yes, my love. I opened my eyes and there in the mirror, smiling at me over my left shoulder, was the face of the devil." "Oh, my poor little Mama! And were you very frightened?" "You can imagine. And that is why good little girls do not look into mirrors except when their mothers tell them. You must stop this naughty habit, darling, of admiring yourself in every mirror you pass- or you may see something frightful some day." "But the devil, Mama---what did he look like?" "Well, let me see... he has curly hair and a scar on his cheek---" "Like the scar of Papa?" "Well, yes. But this of the devil was a scar of sin, while that of your Papa is a scar of honor. Or so he says." "Go on about the devil." "Well, he had mustaches." "Like those of Papa?" "Oh, no. Those of your Papa are dirty and graying and smell horribly of tobacco, while these of the devil were very black and elegant--oh, how elegant!" "And did he speak to you, Mama?" "Yes… Yes, he spoke to me," said Dona Agueda. And bowing her graying head; she wept. "Charms like yours have no need for a candle, fair one," he had said, smiling at her in the mirror and stepping back to give her a low mocking bow. She had whirled around and glared at him and he had burst into laughter. "But I remember you!" he cried. "You are Agueda, whom I left a mere infant and came home to find a tremendous beauty, and I danced a waltz with you but you would not give me the polka." "Let me pass," she muttered fiercely, for he was barring the way. "But I want to dance the polka with you, fair one," he said. So they stood before the mirror; their panting breath the only sound in the dark room; the candle shining between them and flinging their shadows to the wall. And young Badoy Montiya (who had crept home very drunk to pass out quietly in bed) suddenly found himself cold sober and very much awake and ready for anything. His eyes sparkled and the scar on his face gleamed scarlet. "Let me pass!" she cried again, in a voice of fury, but he grasped her by the wrist. "No," he smiled. "Not until we have danced." "Go to the devil!" "What a temper has my serrana!" "I am not your serrana!" "Whose, then? Someone I know? Someone I have offended grievously? Because you treat me, you treat all my friends like your mortal enemies." "And why not?" she demanded, jerking her wrist away and flashing her teeth in his face. "Oh, how I detest you, you pompous young men! You go to Europe and you come back elegant lords and we poor girls are too tame to please you. We have no grace like the Parisiennes, we have no fire like the Sevillians, and we have no salt, no salt, no salt! Aie, how you weary me, how you bore me, you fastidious men!" "Come, come---how do you know about us?" "I was not admiring myself, sir!" "You were admiring the moon perhaps?" "Oh!" she gasped, and burst into tears. The candle dropped from her hand and she covered her face and sobbed piteously. The candle had gone out and they stood in darkness, and young Badoy was conscience-stricken. "Oh, do not cry, little one!" Oh, please forgive me! Please do not cry! But what a brute I am! I was drunk, little one, I was drunk and knew not what I said." He groped and found her hand and touched it to his lips. She shuddered in her white gown. "Let me go," she moaned, and tugged feebly. "No. Say you forgive me first. Say you forgive me, Agueda." But instead she pulled his hand to her mouth and bit it - bit so sharply in the knuckles that he cried with pain and lashed cut with his other hand--lashed out and hit the air, for she was gone, she had fled, and he heard the rustling of her skirts up the stairs as he furiously sucked his bleeding fingers. Cruel thoughts raced through his head: he would go and tell his mother and make her turn the savage girl out of the house--or he would go himself to the girl’s room and drag her out of bed and slap, slap, slap her silly face! But at the same time he was thinking that they were all going to Antipolo in the morning and was already planning how he would maneuver himself into the same boat with her. Oh, he would have his revenge, he would make her pay, that little harlot! She should suffer for this, he thought greedily, licking his bleeding knuckles. But---Judas! He remembered her bare shoulders: gold in her candlelight and delicately furred. He saw the mobile insolence of her neck, and her taut breasts steady in the fluid gown. Son of a Turk, but she was quite enchanting! How could she think she had no fire or grace? And no salt? An arroba she had of it! "... No lack of salt in the chrism At the moment of thy baptism!" He sang aloud in the dark room and suddenly realized that he had fallen madly in love with her. He ached intensely to see her again---at once! ---to touch her hands and her hair; to hear her harsh voice. He ran to the window and flung open the casements and the beauty of the night struck him back like a blow. It was May, it was summer, and he was young---young! ---and deliriously in love. Such a happiness welled up within him that the tears spurted from his eyes. But he did not forgive her--no! He would still make her pay, he would still have his revenge, he thought viciously, and kissed his wounded fingers. But what a night it had been! "I will never forge this night! he thought aloud in an awed voice, standing by the window in the dark room, the tears in his eyes and the wind in his hair and his bleeding knuckles pressed to his mouth. But, alas, the heart forgets; the heart is distracted; and May time passes; summer lends; the storms break over the rot-tipe orchards and the heart grows old; while the hours, the days, the months, and the years pile up and pile up, till the mind becomes too crowded, too confused: dust gathers in it; cobwebs multiply; the walls darken and fall into ruin and decay; the memory perished...and there came a time when Don Badoy Montiya walked home through a May Day midnight without remembering, without even caring to remember; being merely concerned in feeling his way across the street with his cane; his eyes having grown quite dim and his legs uncertain--for he was old; he was over sixty; he was a very stopped and shivered old man with white hair and mustaches coming home from a secret meeting of conspirators; his mind still resounding with the speeches and his patriot heart still exultant as he picked his way up the steps to the front door and inside into the slumbering darkness of the house; wholly unconscious of the May night, till on his way down the hall, chancing to glance into the sala, he shuddered, he stopped, his blood ran cold-- for he had seen a face in the mirror there---a ghostly candlelight face with the eyes closed and the lips moving, a face that he suddenly felt he had been there before though it was a full minutes before the lost memory came flowing, came tiding back, so overflooding the actual moment and so swiftly washing away the piled hours and days and months and years that he was left suddenly young again; he was a gay young buck again, lately came from Europe; he had been dancing all night; he was very drunk; he s stepped in the doorway; he saw a face in the dark; he called out...and the lad standing before the mirror (for it was a lad in a night go jumped with fright and almost dropped his candle, but looking around and seeing the old man, laughed out with relief and came running. "Oh Grandpa, how you frightened me. Don Badoy had turned very pale. "So it was you, you young bandit! And what is all this, hey? What are you doing down here at this hour?" "Nothing, Grandpa. I was only... I am only ..." "Yes, you are the great Señor only and how delighted I am to make your acquaintance, Señor Only! But if I break this cane on your head you maga wish you were someone else, Sir!" "It was just foolishness, Grandpa. They told me I would see my wife." "Wife? What wife?" "Mine. The boys at school said I would see her if I looked in a mirror tonight and said: Mirror, mirror show to me her whose lover I will be. Don Badoy cackled ruefully. He took the boy by the hair, pulled him along into the room, sat down on a chair, and drew the boy between his knees. "Now, put your cane down the floor, son, and let us talk this over. So you want your wife already, hey? You want to see her in advance, hey? But so you know that these are wicked games and that wicked boys who play them are in danger of seeing horrors?" "Well, the boys did warn me I might see a witch instead." "Exactly! A witch so horrible you may die of fright. And she will be witch you, she will torture you, she will eat your heart and drink your blood!" "Oh, come now Grandpa. This is 1890. There are no witches anymore." "Oh-ho, my young Voltaire! And what if I tell you that I myself have seen a witch. "You? Where? "Right in this room land right in that mirror," said the old man, and his playful voice had turned savage. "When, Grandpa?" "Not so long ago. When I was a bit older than you. Oh, I was a vain fellow and though I was feeling very sick that night and merely wanted to lie down somewhere and die I could not pass that doorway of course without stopping to see in the mirror what I looked like when dying. But when I poked my head in what should I see in the mirror but...but..." "The witch?" "Exactly!" "And then she bewitch you, Grandpa!" "She bewitched me and she tortured me. l She ate my heart and drank my blood." said the old man bitterly. "Oh, my poor little Grandpa! Why have you never told me! And she very horrible? "Horrible? God, no--- she was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen! Her eyes were somewhat like yours but her hair was like black waters and her golden shoulders were bare. My God, she was enchanting! But I should have known---I should have known even then---the dark and fatal creature she was!" A silence. Then: "What a horrid mirror this is, Grandpa," whispered the boy. "What makes you slay that, hey?" "Well, you saw this witch in it. And Mama once told me that Grandma once told her that Grandma once saw the devil in this mirror. Was it of the scare that Grandma died?" Don Badoy started. For a moment he had forgotten that she was dead, that she had perished---the poor Agueda; that they were at peace at last, the two of them, her tired body at rest; her broken body set free at last from the brutal pranks of the earth---from the trap of a May night; from the snare of summer; from the terrible silver nets of the moon. She had been a mere heap of white hair and bones in the end: a whimpering withered consumptive, lashing out with her cruel tongue; her eye like live coals; her face like ashes... Now, nothing--- nothing save a name on a stone; save a stone in a graveyard---nothing! was left of the young girl who had flamed so vividly in a mirror one wild May Day midnight, long, long ago. And remembering how she had sobbed so piteously; remembering how she had bitten his hand and fled and how he had sung aloud in the dark room and surprised his heart in the instant of falling in love: such a grief tore up his throat and eyes that he felt ashamed before the boy; pushed the boy away; stood up and looked out----looked out upon the medieval shadows of the foul street where a couple of street-lamps flickered and a last carriage was rattling away upon the cobbles, while the blind black houses muttered hush-hush, their tiled roofs looming like sinister chessboards against a wild sky murky with clouds, save where an evil old moon prowled about in a corner or where a murderous wind whirled, whistling and whining, smelling now of the sea and now of the summer orchards and wafting unbearable the window; the bowed old man sobbing so bitterly at the window; the tears streaming down his cheeks and the wind in his hair and one hand pressed to his mouth---while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobbles, and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his voice booming through the night: "Guardia sereno-o-o! 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Mayo araw gabi

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In a faraway land named LA-J4, there exist three great tribes who are competing for power and who aspire of ruling the whole kingdom. 11111 is the most powerful of them. They are known for their bravery and greatness in battle. They occupy most of the plains in LA-J4. The other one, 22222, is famous for blacksmith. They live peacefully at the very heart of the forest making fine metals, weapons and armory. Moreover, most of the traders in the kingdom came from their tribe. The least powerful tribe is 33333. They reside in the mountains. Although, they are known to be experts in making potions and concoctions, people in the kingdom do not trust them completely because they live in seclusion and seldom do they get along with other people outside their tribe. One day, a sad news spread across the land as the leader of 11111 tribe was poisoined during the annual feast of the tribe. Along with that, a lot rumors have also spread as to who the culprit of the crime is. Because of what has happened, the 11111 tribe was enraged and wanted to seek revenge. Few weeks after that dreadful incident, while the 22222 tribe is busy preparing for the celebration of their tribe’s yearly tradition, a group of armored men attacked them. The supposedly blissful celebration has turned into fearful mass killings. The armored men furiously killed all the people in the tribe. Men, women, children, and elders were murdered mercilessly. Houses were burned leaving the tribe with no glory and honor but only ashes and dead bodies. The 33333 tribe led by Alfonzo delata Castilla came to aid them, but it was too late already. However, it seems like a miracle that a 7-year old girl has survived that terrible and violent event.They found her crying and very afraid. Her name is Fei-Tah, the daughter of the tribe’s master. She was able to escape the horror, hid in the forest, and helplessly watched her tribesmen being killed one by one. 33333 tribe adopted her and treated her like one of them. In her new tribe, she met Xylan, the son of Alfonzo, who became her closest friend. They grew up together. Fei Tah told Xylan with conviction that one day she will take revenge for her tribe. She spent all her life training in the art of battle and since she came from a tribe known for blacksmith she wanted to create the best weapon that would bring down the 11111 tribe, the tribe that killed her tribesmen. 13 years after, with the help of Xylan, they made Leo Collantes, a cyborg and their strongest weapon. At last her most awaited day of revenge has come. With all their might, they attacked the 11111 tribe. The battle went on for several days until the fortresses of the 11111 tribe had fallen one by one. Leo Collantes indeed is a great help to the tribe. Eventually, the forces of 11111 tribe had weaken and for that they decided to surrender, together with their commander. Alfonzo asked the commander to kneel before him as a sign of respect to the most powerful man and the new ruler of LA-J4. He called Fei Tah and gave her a sword so that she could finally fulfil her promise of revenge for her tribe. When she was about to kill the commander, a 7-year old girl ran towards her. She was crying and begging Fei Tah to spare the life of her father. Then suddenly, as if a flashback, she saw herself in that child years ago. She felt pity for the child and decided to put down the sword. Alfonzo was not happy about what Fei Tah did so he grabbed the sword from Fei Tah’s hand and struck it through the leader’s heart. Fei Tah was shocked as she saw the body of the commander fell to the ground. After that, Alfonzo pointed the sword to Fei Tah and admitted everything that he did. He revealed that he was the one responsible for the death of 11111 tribe’s leader. He made a concoction, a potent poison and hired someone to mix it to the drink of the tribe’s leader during the feast. He is also the one who spread the rumors that 22222 tribe was the culprit of the crime that’s why 11111 tribe was infuriated and attacked Fei Tah’s tribe. Alfonzo did all these because of his ambition to rule the land and to make known to everyone his tribe. Finally, he was able to achieve his dream. After revealing everything, he attacked Fei Tah but before he could reach her, a sword pierced through his body from behind. He fell to the ground and saw that it was Leo Collantes, the cyborg, who was commanded by his own son, Xylan. At last Fei Tah was able to avenge her tribe and from then on, peace in LA-J4 was finally restored.

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uyam ay walang limitasyon

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because excessive want. I love you not because of money but because we want you I just felt I was looking for true love

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maghihintay ako sayo dahil mahal kita. mahal kita hindi dahil sa pera kundi gusto kita dahil sayo ko lamang naramdaman ang totoong pagmamahal na hinahanap ko

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What does the slave felt

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ano ang ibig sabihin ng sising alipin

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love never felt so good

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pag-ibig ay hindi kailanman nadama kaya magandang

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I felt a little pain on the right side of my cheek.

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nakaramdam ako ng konting pagkirot sa bandang kanan ng aking pisngi.

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Once there was a presidente 151 who was very unjust to his people, and one day he became so angry that he wished he had horns so that he might frighten them. No sooner had he made this rash wish, than horns began to grow on his head. He sent for a barber who came to his house to cut his hair, and as he worked the presidente asked: "What do you see on my head?" "I see nothing," answered the barber; for although he could see the horns plainly, he was afraid to say so. Soon, however, the presidente put up his hands and felt the horns, and then when he inquired again the barber told him that he had two horns. "If you tell anyone what you have seen, you shall be hanged," said the presidente as the barber started away, and he was greatly frightened. When he reached home, the barber did not intend to tell anyone, for he was afraid; but as he thought of his secret more and more, the desire to tell someone became so strong that he knew he could not keep it. Finally he went to the field and dug a hole under some bamboo, and when the hole was large enough he crawled in and whispered that the presidente had horns. He then climbed out, filled up the hole, and went home. By and by some people came along the road on their way to market, and as they passed the bamboo they stopped in amazement, for surely a voice came from the trees, and it said that the presidente had horns. These people hastened to market and told what they had heard, and the people there went to the bamboo to listen to the strange voice. They informed others, and soon the news had spread all over the town. The councilmen were told, and they, too, went to the bamboo. When they had heard the voice, they ran to the house of the presidente. But his wife said that he was ill and they could not see him. By this time the horns had grown until they were one foot in length, and the presidente was so ashamed that he bade his wife tell the people that he could not talk. She told this to the councilmen when they came on the following day, but they replied that they must see him, for they had heard that he had horns, and if this were true he had no right to govern the people. She refused to let them in, so they broke down the door. They saw the horns on the head of the presidente and killed him. For, they said, he was no better than an animal

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ingles sa ilocano isalin ang

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pain demands to be felt

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masakit na pangangailangan na nadama

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A long time ago, cricket fighting caught on in the imperial court, with the emperor leading the fad. A local magistrate in Huayin, who wanted to win the favor of the monarch, tried in every way to get him the best fighting crickets. He had a strategy for doing so: He managed to get a cricket that was very good at fighting. He then made his subordinates go to the heads of each village and force them to send in a constant supply of fighting crickets. He would send to the imperial court the crickets that could beat the one he was keeping. Theoretically, everything should have worked smoothly. However, as the magistrate was extremely zealous to please the emperor, he meted out harsh punishment on any village heads who failed to accomplish their tasks. The village heads in turn shifted the burden to the poor villagers, who had to search for the crickets. If they failed to catch them, they had to purchase them from someone else, or they had to pay a levy in cash. The small insects suddenly became a rare commodity. Speculators hoarded good crickets, buying them at a bargain and selling them for an exorbitant price. Many village heads worked hand in hand with the speculators to make profits. In so doing, they bankrupted many a family. Cheng Ming was one such villager. The head of his village delegated part of his duties to him because he found Cheng Ming easy to push around. Cheng Ming did not want to bully his fellow villagers as the village head did him, so he often had to pay cash out of his own pocket when he failed to collect any competent crickets. Soon the little proper ties he had were draining away, and he went into a severe depression. One day, he said to his wife that he wanted to die.“Death is easy, but what will our son do without you?” asked his wife, glancing at their only son, sleeping on the kang. “Why can’t we look for the crickets ourselves instead of buying them? Perhaps we’ll strike some goodluck.” Cheng Ming gave up the idea of suicide and went to search for crickets. Armed with a tiny basket of copper wires for catching crickets and a number of small bamboo tubes for holding them, he went about the tedious task. Each day he got up at dawn and did not return until late in the evening. He searched beneath brick debris, dike crevices, and in the weeds and bushes. Days went by, and he caught only a few mediocre crickets that did not measure up to the magistrate’s standards. His worries increased as the dead line drew closer and closer. The day for cricket delivery finally came, but Cheng Ming could not produce any good ones. He was clubbed a hundred times on the buttocks, a form of corporal punishment in the ancient Chinese judicial system. When he was released the next day, he could barely walk. The wound on his buttocks confined him to bed for days and further delayed his search for crickets. He thought of committing suicide again. His wife did not know what to do Then they heard about a hunchbacked fortune teller who was visiting the village. Cheng Ming’s wife went to see him. The fortune teller gave her a piece of paper with a picture on it. It was a pavilion with a jiashan (rockgarden) behind it. On the bushes by the jiashan sat a fat male cricket. Beside it, however, lurked a large toad, ready to catch the insect with its long, elastic tongue. When the wife got home, she showed the paper to her husband. Cheng Ming sprang up and jumped to the floor, forgetting the pain in his buttocks.“This is the fortune teller’s hint at the location where I can find a perfect cricket to accomplish my task!” he exclaimed.“But we don’t have a pavilion in our village,” his wife re minded him.“Well, take a closer look and think. Doesn’t the temple on the east side of our village have a rock garden? That must be it.” So saying, Cheng Ming limped to the temple with the support of a make shift crutch. Sure enough, he saw the cricket, and the toad squatting nearby in the rock garden at the back of the temple. He caught the big, black male cricket just before the toad got hold of it. Back home, he carefully placed the cricket in a jar he had prepared for it and stowed the jar away in a safe place. “Everything will be over tomorrow,” he gave a sigh of relief and went to tell his best friends in the village the good news. Cheng Ming’s nine-year-old son was very curious. Seeing his father was gone, he took the jar and wanted to have a peek at the cricket. He was removing the lid carefully, when the big cricket jumped out and hopped away. Panicked, the boy tried to catch the fleeing cricket with his hands, but in a flurry, he accidentally squashed the insect when he finally got hold of it.“Good heavens! What’re you going to say to your father when he comes back?” the mother said in distress and dread. Without a word, the boy went out of the room, tears in his eyes.Cheng Ming became distraught when he saw the dead cricket. He couldn’t believe that all his hopes had been dashed in a second. He looked around for his son, vowing to teach the little scoundrel a good lesson. He searched inside and outside the house, only to locate him in a well at the corner of the court yard. When he fished him out, the boy was already dead. The father’s fury instantly gave way to sorrow. The grieved parents laid their son on the kang and lamented over his body the entire night. As Cheng Ming was dressing his son for burial the next morning, he felt the body still warm. Immediately he put the boy back on the kang, hoping that he would revive. Gradually the boy came back to life, but to his parents’dismay, he was unconscious, as if he were in a trance. The parents grieved again for the loss of their son. Suddenly they heard a cricket chirping. The couple traced the sound to a small cricket on the door step. The appearance of the cricket, however, dashed their hopes, for it was very small. “Well, it’s better than nothing,” Cheng Ming thought. He was about to catch it, when it jumped nimbly on to a wall, cheeping at him. He tip toed to ward it, but it showed no sign of fleeing. Instead, when Cheng Ming came a few steps closer, the little cricket jumped onto his chest. Though small, the cricket looked smart and energetic. Cheng Ming planned to take it to the village head. Uncertain of its capabilities, ChengMing could not go to sleep. He wanted to put the little cricket to the test before sending it to the village head. The next morning, Cheng Ming went to a young man from a rich family in his neighborhood, having heard him boasting about an “invincible” cricket that he wanted to sell for a high price. When the young man showed his cricket, Cheng Ming hesitated, because his little cricket seemed no match for this gigantic insect. To fight this monster would be to condemn his dwarf to death.“There’s no way my little cricket could survive a confrontation with your big guy,” Cheng Ming said to the young man, holding his jar tight. The young man goaded and taunted him. At last, Cheng Ming decided to take a risk. “Well, it won’t hurt to give a try. If the little cricket is a good-for-nothing, what’s the use of keeping it anyway?” he thought. When they put the two crickets together in a jar, Cheng Ming’s small insect seemed transfixed. No matter how the young man prodded it to fight, it simply would not budge. The young man burst into a guffaw, to the great embarrassment of Cheng Ming. As the young man spurred the little cricket on, it suddenly seemed to have run out of patience. With great wrath, it charged the giant opponent head on. The sudden burst of action stunned both the young man and Cheng Ming. Before the little creature planted its small but sharp teeth into the neck of the big cricket, the terrified young man fished the big insect out of the jar just in time and called off the contest. The little cricket chirped victoriously, and Cheng Ming felt exceedingly happy and proud.Cheng Ming and the young man were commenting on the little cricket’s extraordinary prowess, when a big rooster rushed over to peck at the little cricket in the jar. The little cricket hopped out of the jar in time to dodge the attack. The rooster then went for it a second time, but suddenly began to shake its head violently, screaming in agony. This sudden turn of events baffled Cheng Ming and the onlookers. When they took a closer look, they could not believe their eyes: The little cricket was gnawing on the rooster’s bloody comb. The story of a cricket fighting a rooster soon spread throughout the village and beyond. The next day, Cheng Ming, along with the village head, sent the cricket to the magistrate and asked for a test fight with his master cricket, but the magistrate re fused on the ground that Cheng Ming’s cricket was too small.“I don’t think you have heard its rooster-fighting story,” Cheng Ming proclaimed with great pride. “You can’t judge it only by its appearance.”“Nonsense, how can a cricket fight a rooster?” asked the magistrate. He ordered a big rooster brought to his office, thinking that Cheng Ming would quit telling his tall tales when his cricket became the bird’s snack. The battle between the little cricket and the rooster ended with the same result: The rooster sped away in great pain, the little cricket chirping triumphantly on its heels. The magistrate was first astonished and then pleased, thinking that he finally had the very insect that could win him the emperor’s favor. He had a golden cage manufactured for the little cricket. Placing it cautiously in the cage, he took it to the emperor. The emperor pitted the little cricket against all his veteran combat ant crickets, and it defeated them one by one. What amused the emperor most was that the little creature could even dance to the tune of his court music! Extremely pleased with the magic little creature, the emperor rewarded the magistrate liberally and promoted him to a higher position. The magistrate, now a governor, in turn exempted Cheng Ming from his levies in cash as well as crickets. A year later, Cheng Ming’s son came out of his stupor. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, to the great surprise and joy of his parents. The first word she uttered to his jubilant parents were, “I’m so tired and hungry.” After a hot meal, he told them, “I dreamed that I had become a cricket, and I fought a lot of other crickets. It was such fun! You know what? The greatest fun I had was my fight with a couple of roosters!” (Taken from a website)

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