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Gunting

Scissors

Last Update: 2014-08-04
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Damo

grassss

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damo

hoe

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Masamang damo

Weed

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redirect sa

non redirecting

Last Update: 2014-08-13
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Sunog sa gubat

Wildfire

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ibanag sa tagalog

ananat

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Alerhiya sa ilong

Allergic rhinitis

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footnote to youth The sun was salmon and hazy in the west. Dodong thought to himself he would tell his father about Teang when he got home, after he had unhitched the carabao from the plow, and led it to its shed and fed it. He was hesitant about saying it, he wanted his father to know what he had to say was of serious importance as it would mark a climacteric in his life. Dodong finally decided to tell it, but a thought came to him that his father might refuse to consider it. His father was a silent hardworking farmer, who chewed areca nut, which he had learned to do from his mother, Dodong’s grandmother. He wished as he looked at her that he had a sister who could help his mother in the housework. I will tell him. I will tell it to him. The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a sweetish earthy smell. Many slender soft worm emerged from the further rows and then burrowed again deeper into the soil. A short colorless worm marched blindly to Dodong’s foot and crawled clammilu over it. Dodong got tickled and jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother to look where into the air, but thought of his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not young anymore. Dodong unhitched the carabao leisurely and fave it a healthy tap on the hip. The beast turned its head to look at him with dumb faithful eyes. Dodong gave it a slight push and the animal walked alongside him to its shed. He placed bundles of grass before it and the carabao began to eat. Dodong looked at it without interest. Dodong started homeward thinking how he would break his news to his father. He wanted to marry, Dodong did. He was seventeen, he had pimples on his face, then down on his upper lip was dark-these meant he was no longer a boy. He was growing into a man – he was a man. Dodong felt insolent and big at the thought of it, although he was by nature low in stature. Thinking himself man – grown, Dodong felt he could do anything. He walked faster, prodded by the thought of his virility. A small angled stone bled his foot, but he dismissed it cursorily. He lifted his leg and looked at the hurt toe and then went on walking. In the cool sundown, he thought wild young dreams of himself and Teang, his girl. She had a small brown face and small black eyes and straight glossy hair. How desirable she was to him. She made him want to touch her, to hold her. She made him dream even during the day. Dodong tensed with desire and looked at the muscle of his arms. Dirty. This fieldwork was healthy invigorating, but it begrimed you, smudged you terribly. He turned back the way he had come, then marched obliquely to a creek. Must you marry, Dodong?” Dodong resented his father’s question; his father himself had married early. Dodong stripped himself and laid his clothes, a gray under shirt and red kundiman shorts, on the grass. Then he went into the water, wet his body over and rubbed at it vigorously. He was not long in bathing, then he marched homeward again. The bath made him feel cool. It was dusk when he reached home. The petroleum lamp on the ceiling was already lighted and the low unvarnished square table was set for supper. He and his parents sat down on the floor around the table to eat. They had fried freshwater fish, and rice, but did not partake of the fruit. The bananas were overripe and when one held the,, they felt more fluid than solid. Dodong broke off a piece of caked sugar, dipped it in his glass of water and ate it. He got another piece and wanted some more, but he thought of leaving the remainder for his parent. Dodong’s mother removed the dishes when they were through, and went with slow careful steps and Dodong wanted to help her carry the dishes out. But he was tired and now, feld lazy. He wished as he looked at her that he had a sister who could help his mother in the housework. He pitied her, doing all the housework alone. His father remained in the room, sucking a diseased tooth. It was paining him, again. Dodong knew, Dodong had told him often and again to let the town dentist pull it out, but he was afraid, his father was. He did not tell that to Dodong, but Dodong guessed it. Afterward, Dodong himself thought that if he had a decayed tooth, he would be afraid to go to the dentist; he would not be any bolder than his father. Dodong said while his mother was out that he was going to marry Teang. There it was out, what we had to say, and over which he head said it without any effort at all and without self-consciousness. Dodong felt relived and looked at his father expectantly. A decresent moon outside shed its feebled light into the window, graying the still black temples of his father. His father look old now. “I am going to marry Teang,” Dodong said. His father looked at him silently and stopped sucking the broken tooth, The silenece became intense and cruel, and Dodong was uncomfortable and then became very angry because his father kept looking at him without uttering anything. “I will marry Teang,” Dodong repeated. “I will marry Teang.” His father kept gazing at him in flexible silence and Dodong fidgeted on his seat. I asked her last night to marry me and she said… “Yes. I want your permission… I… want… it…” There was an impatient clamor in his voice, an exacting protest at his coldness, this indifference. Dodong looked at his father sourly. He cracked his knuckles one by one, and the little sound it made broke dully the night stillness. “Must you marry, Dodong?” Dodong resented his father’s question; his father himself had married early. Dodong made a quick impassioned essay in his mind about selfishness, but later, he got confused. “You are very young, Dodong.” “I’m seventeen.” “That’s very young to get married at.” “I… I want to marry… Teang’s a good girl… “Tell your mother,” his father said. “You tell her, Tatay.” “Dodong, you tell your Inay.” “You tell her.” “All right, Dodong.” “All right, Dodong.” “You will let me marry Teang?” “Son, if that is your wish… of course…” There was a strange helpless light in his father’s eyes. Dodong did not read it. Too absorbed was he in himself. Dodong was immensely glad he has asserted himself. He lost his resentment for his father, for a while, he even felt sorry for him about the pain I his tooth. Then he confined his mind dreaming of Teang and himself. Sweet young dreams… *** Dodong stood in the sweltering noon heat, sweating profusely so that his camiseta was damp. He was still like a tree and his thoughts were confused. His mother had told him not to leave the house, but he had left. He wanted to get out of it without clear reason at all. He was afraid, he felt afraid of the house. It had seemingly caged him, to compress his thoughts with severe tyranny. He was also afraid of Teang who was giving birth in the house; she face screams that chilled his blood. He did not want her to scream like that. He began to wonder madly if the process of childbirth was really painful. Some women, when they gave birth, did not cry. In a few moments he would be a father. “Father, father,” he whispered the word with awe, with strangeness. He was young, he realized now contradicting himself of nine months ago. He was very young… He felt queer, troubled, uncomfortable. Dodong felt tired of standing. He sat down on a saw-horse with his feet close together. He looked at his calloused toes. Then he thought, supposed he had ten children… The journey of thought came to a halt when he heard his mother’s voice from the house. Some how, he was ashamed to his mother of his youthful paternity. It made him feel guilty, as if he had taken something not properly his. “Come up, Dodong. It is over.” Suddenly, he felt terribly embarrassed as he looked at her. Somehow, he was ashamed to his mother of his youthful paternity. It made him feel guilty, as if he has taken something not properly his. He dropped his eyes and pretended to dust off his kundiman shorts. “Dodong,” his mother called again. “Dodong.” He turned to look again and this time, he saw his father beside his mother. “It is a boy.” His father said. He beckoned Dodong to come up. Dodong felt more embarrassed and did not move. His parent’s eyes seemed to pierce through him so he felt limp. He wanted to hide or even run away from them. “Dodong, you come up. You come up,” his mother said. Dodong did not want to come up. He’d rather stayed in the sun. “Dodong… Dodong.” I’ll… come up. Dodong traced the tremulous steps on the dry parched yard. He ascended the bamboo steps slowly. His heart pounded mercilessly in him. Within, he avoided his parent’s eyes. He walked ahead of them so that they should not see his face. He felt guilty and untru. He felt like crying. His eyes smarted and his chest wanted to burst. He wanted to turn back, to go back to the yard. He wanted somebody to punish him. “Son,” his father said. And his mother: “Dodong..” How kind their voices were. They flowed into him, making him strong. “Teanf?” Dodong said. “She’s sleeping. But you go in…” His father led him into the small sawali room. Dodong saw Teang, his wife, asleep on the paper with her soft black hair around her face. He did not want her to look that pale. Dodong wanted to touch her, to push away that stray wisp of hair that touched her lips. But again that feeling of embarrassment came over him, and before his parent, he did not want to be demonstrative. The hilot was wrapping the child Dodong heard him cry. The thin voice touched his heart. He could not control the swelling of happiness in him. “You give him to me. You give him to me,” Dodong said. *** Blas was not Dodong’s only child. Many more children came. For six successive years, a new child came along. Dodong did not want any more children. But they came. It seemed that the coming of children could not helped. Dodong got angry with himself sometimes. Teang did not complain, but the bearing of children tolled on her. She was shapeless and thin even if she was young. There was interminable work that kept her tied up. Cooking, laundering. The house. The children. She cried sometimes, wishing she had no married. She did not tell Dodong this, not wishing him to dislike her. Yet, she wished she had not married. Not even Dodong whom she loved. There had neen another suitor, Lucio older than Dodong by nine years and that wasw why she had chosen Dodong. Young Dodong who was only seventeen. Lucio had married another. Lucio, she wondered, would she have born him children? Maybe not, either. That was a better lot. But she loved Dodong… in the moonlight, tired and querulous. He wanted to ask questions and somebody to answer him. He wanted to be wise about many thins. Life did not fulfill all of Youth’s dreams. Why must be so? Why one was forsaken… after love? One of them was why life did not fulfill all of the youth’ dreams. Why it must be so. Why one was forsaken… after love. Dodong could not find the answer. Maybe the question was not to be answered. It must be so to make youth. Youth must be dreamfully sweet. Dreamfully sweet. Dodong returned to the house, humiliated by himself. He had wanted to know little wisdom but was denied it. When Blas was eighteen, he came home one night, very flustered and happy. Dodong heard Blas’ steps for he could not sleep well at night. He watched Blass undress in the dark and lie down softly. Blas was restless on his mat and could not sleep. Dodong called his name and asked why he did not sleep. You better go to sleep. It is late,” Dodong said. Life did not fulfill all of youth’s dreams. Why it must be so? Why one was forsaken after love? “Itay..” Blas called softly. Dodong stirred and asked him what it was. “I’m going to marry Tona. She accepted me tonight. “Itay, you think its over.” Dodong lay silent. I loved Tona and… I want her.” Dodong rose from his mat and told Blas to follow him. They descended to the yard where everything was still and quiet. The moonlight was cold and white. “You want to marry Tona, Dodong said, although he did not want Blas to marry yet. Blas was very young. The life that would follow marriage would be hard… “Yes.” “Must you marry?” Blas’ voice was steeled with resentment. “I will mary Tona.” “You have objection, Itay?” Blas asked acridly. “Son… non…” But for Dodong, he do anything. Youth must triumph… now. Afterward… It will be life. As long ago, Youth and Love did triumph for Dodong… and then life. Dodong looked wistfully at his young son in the moonlight. He felt extremely sad and sorry for him.

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Resistansiya sa antibiotiko

Antibiotic resistance

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Panglagalag sa Buwan

Lunar Roving Vehicle

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maliban sa panimula

panget nyo mga pepe ba kayo?

Last Update: 2014-08-12
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Pasko sa Pilipinas

Christmas in the Philippines

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Paglalakbay sa panahon

Time travel

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Pagpapahalaga sa sarili

Self-esteem

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malayo sa aplaya

inland

Last Update: 2014-08-10
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may sunog sa junkshop

sell junkshop

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pumasok I-sa trabaho

pumasok sa trabaho

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Sakit sa pag-iisip

Mental disorder

Last Update: 2014-08-12
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deped misyon sa ingles

deped mission in english

Last Update: 2014-08-12
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