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kwento ng alice and wonderland tagalog
alice and wonderland stories tagalog

kwento ng alice in wonderland
kwento ng alice in wonderland

maikling kwento ng alice wonderland
short story of alice wonderland

kwento ng alice adventure in wonderland
adventure story alice in wonderland

alice sa wonderland tagalog buod
alice in wonderland tagalog summary

ano ang tema ng kwento ng alice in wonderland
ano ang tema ng kwento ng alice in wonderland

kwento ng moth tagalog
story of the moth tagalog

summary of alice in wonderland tagalog
summary of alice in wonderland tagalog

kwento ng centipede tagalog
story of the centipede tagalog

buod kwento ng dear john tagalog
buod kwento ng mahal john tagalog

kuwento ni alice in wonderland tagalog versiont
kuwento ni alice in wonderland tagalog versiont

kwento ng juan tamad sa tagalog
kwento ng juan tamad sa tagalog

tagalog na buod ng alice in wonderland
tagalog na buod ng alice in wonderland

kwento ng buhay ni tony meloto tagalog
story of the life of tony meloto tagalog

ang kwento ng sleeping beauty (tagalog)
the story of sleeping beauty (tagalog)

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog
a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.

ang kwento ng natutulog na kagandahan (tagalog)
ang kuwento ng sleeping beauty (tagalog)

alice sa version aqng pag dadalaga story wonderland tagalog ni alice
alice in wonderland story tagalog version aqng pag dadalaga ni alice

buông kwento ng alice at ang lugar ng kamanghaan
buong kwento ng alice and the wonderland

kwento ng alupihan
story of the perennial