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The Proverbs. On Moral Lessons and Story Summaries

Many stories tell about kindness, love for work, and the perils of being lazy. In different parts of the world, children grow up learning these stories from grandparents, relatives, helpers, and of course, the school and church. Children get very excited every time they hear these stories. From these stories, they extract life’s lessons quite easily. Good manners and right conduct are the writer’s evident highlights in literature, especially those that children read. Stories must be positively interpreted. Ponder upon these Proverbs and take a folktale, fable or parable as examples. Chapter 6.10-11 Let me sleep a little longer!
Sure, just a little more!
And as you sleep, poverty creeps upon you like a robber and destroys you; want attacks you in full armor. Folktale: The Lazy Boy Juan Once, Juan was asked by his mother to buy some crabs. Because he was so lazy and stupid, he told the crabs “I feel so sleepy. I’d rather sleep here under the tree. All of you crabs just walk home to mothe…

FAITH, LOVE, TIME AND DR. LAZARO

February 6, 2010

FAITH, LOVE, TIME AND DR. LAZARO

By: Greg Brillantes


From the upstairs veranda, Dr. Lazaro had a view of stars, the country darkness, the lights on the distant highway at the edge of town. The phonograph in the sala played Chopin – like a vast sorrow controlled, made familiar, he had wont to think. But as he sat there, his lean frame in the habitual slack repose took after supper, and stared at the plains of night that had evoked gentle images and even a kind of peace (in the end, sweet and invincible oblivion), Dr. Lazaro remembered nothing, his mind lay untouched by any conscious thought, he was scarcely aware of the April heat; the pattern of music fell around him and dissolved swiftly, uncomprehended. It was as though indifference were an infection that had entered his blood it was everywhere in his body. In the scattered light from the sala his angular face had a dusty, wasted quality, only his eyes contained life. He could have remained there all evening, unmov…

Maikling Kuwento: Economy Class

Maikling Kuwento: Economy Class

Economy Class

“Kita tau?” nabasa ko sa iskrin ng aking selfon.  Napangiti ako. Itiniggil kong muli ang paghuhugas ng mga pinggan para makapag-text. Kelan? “Maya sa baba ng LRT.  Kain sa labas tapos, bahala na.Sige.  Tex kta maya kung tuloy.Miz na kita.” Dalawang buwan na kaming magkakilala ni Alex.  Seatmate ko siya sa tren. Dapat “first class with beds”ang  trennamin kaya lang  nagkaaberya.  Sabing train supervisor ay  mamili na lang daw kung gusto ang sunod na sleeper pero walang aircon o ang third class na paalis na.  Humingi ang supervisor ng patawad para sa PNR.  “Ano pa nga ba ang magagawa ng mga pasahero,”  pakutya kong sabi para marinig ng marami. Naghintay ang mga pasaherong gusto ng makaalis. Ang third class ay walang aircon, walang sleeping beds, walang malambot na upuan. Ang mga ilaw ay parang kutitap ng gamogamu.Di tulad sa first class malamig at maluwang.  Sira ang carriage ng first class kaya ang mga pasaherong gustong makaluwas kaagad ay sumakay …

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