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The Legend of the banana

Cainta , Philippines
She was the only friend of the fisherman named
Sadly Galencio died because of heart disease.
Raja was so alone that she talked with animals even
One day while Raja was talking to a bird, a rabbit came
She followed the rabbit till she reached a dirty cave.
At the cave she saw a spirit, she followed the spirit she
stumbled and find herself in a place full of gold, diamonds
The spirit turned to flesh and kissed her, she slept and
The spirit man was Baanna, he married Raja and had a
son. Baanna know that it his time to return to the spirit
world .. on that day he went out and disappeared, all
could Raja see was a bleeding heart. She picked it and
planted it and the plant grew and bore a golden fruit, as
golden as the golden bedroom - she named it banana as
a honor to Baanna.


The legend of the first butterflies say that there was upon a time in a village,
an old woman used to have a beautiful flower garden by the shore of a lake.
The fishermen from around the nearby villages were in love with her and
used to come to her and exchange their fishes from flowers.
Everyone in the village noticed something magical about her, because at
night her house had a magical glow and once in a while some dwarfs were
seen helping a beautiful young woman work in the garden. One day a young
couple, very proud I must add, visited the village were the old woman lived,
and while walking around, noticed the old woman's beautiful flower garden.
The couple decided to get inside the garden and grab some bouquets, when
the old woman sees this, walks out of her house and ask the couple to leave,
when they turn around to see who was talking to them, they make fun of her
and ignore her. Then the old woman, insulted, touches the couple with her
cane saying:
"Since you love beautiful things, you will live from now on as beautiful
And that day was created the butterflies came to be, who always are found
near beautiful flowers.
And this is how the Butterflies came to be.

The Lantern Man and the Wherryman

Would you venture out if a Lantern Man was about? The Lantern Man, or Jack
O'Lantern, is the East Anglian name for the mysterious glowing balls of light
that lead travellers from the well-trodden paths, into the dangerous marshes.
To stay safe, it is important to follow some very specific advice. One man
that did not listen to advice was Joseph Bexfield.
Joseph Bexfield was one of the wherrymen who worked on the River Yare,
between Norwich and Yarmouth. Bexfield and his fellow sailors would tie up
for the night at Thurlton Straithe, halfway between the two places.
Close to the White Horse Inn at Thurlton Straithe, was a track that crossed
the Marsh to the river and it was this track that the men used to make their
way to the Inn where they would find food and, if needed, a bed for the
One night, Joseph Bexfield was sitting by the inn fire talking to his friends, as
the mists closed in. It was safe and warm in the inn but danger lurked
outside, for some pale lights were flickering in the dark.
If you looked carefully into the pale light, you would see that it came from a
lantern held by a 'shadowy little figure'. However, looking closely into the
light was very dangerous, as the Lantern Men would attack you, treading you
down or swallowing you up. If you were too far away to reach, they would try
to lure you to their lights to entice you off the paths, into thick mud and
water, to drown.
The Marshmen and Wherrymen of Norfolk knew that the Lantern Men led
people to their deaths in the dark and dusk. To survive an encounter, it was
important that you remember a few basic principles.
Never carry a lantern or a torch. This mistake could cost you your life, as the
Lantern Men were always attracted to the light.
Never whistle. A Lantern Man would always run towards a whistle and kill you
if he was able.
If caught in their light, hold your breath. The Lantern Men were able to take a
man's breath away. Advice given by one old man was that, "If the Lantern
Man is upon ye, throw yourself flat on your face and halt ye breathing."

Never, never mock the Lantern Man. An old washerwoman told how, as a
child, she remembered hearing her father say he was coming home after
harvest and the old man with him mocked and jeered at 'Jack'. The Lantern
Man took revenge by following them home and 'torched up' at the windows!
Joseph smiled to himself at the stories and shook his head in disbelief. He
quickly finished his drink and was about to go home, when he remembered
he had left a parcel from Norwich for his wife on the wherry. It was very, very
dark outside and another of the wherrymen urged him not to cross the
marsh, as the Lantern Men's pale lights could be clearly be seen, flashing in
the black of the night.
However, when warned that the Lantern Men were out on the marshland,
Joseph Bexfield laughed scornfully. He pointed out that he knew the marsh
far too well to be led astray by any Jack O'Lantern and off he went into the
darkness. He was never seen alive again.
The next day, when he had not returned, his wife asked the Wherry men if
they knew his whereabouts and they searched the marshes. It was three
days before poor Joseph's body was discovered. It was washed up by the
River Yare, between Reedham and Breyton.
Joseph Bexfield was buried at All Saints' Church in Thurlton. Today, on the
north side of the Churchyard, you can still see his grave. The tombstone is
decorated with the picture of a wherry and tells of Joseph's death by
drowning on August 11th, 1809, at the age of only 38 years.
However, the story does not end here, for the ghost of Joseph Bexfield may
still be seen; a sad shadow wandering over the marshes on misty nights. And
if you look and listen very carefully, you may see him stop to try and light his
torch, or even hear him give a nervous whistle, before he disappears once
more into the darkness!

The Legend of Bear Rock

In the Black Hills in Crook County, northeastern Wyoming, a large plug of volcanic
rock rises dramatically above the surrounding countryside. Now, Devils Tower may
seem a good name for this enormous plug of rock but thats just the name that the
white men gave to it. The people who had lived here for many thousands of years
before the arrival of the white men knew better. They knew rock had nothing to do
with the devil.
Indeed most of the tribes that lived in that area had a very different name for the
rock, they called it the Bear Rock. Up and down its sheer sides are deep, long
streaks and gashes. Visitors often ask how they came to be there and that is a very
interesting story. Listen well and I will tell you.
The story begins a long time ago, when two young Sioux boys managed to get
themselves lost in the prairie around their homeland. They hadnt meant to get lost;
in fact they didnt know they were lost until .. Well, until they were. Thats the way
it happens isnt it? One moment you are playing shinny ball and shooting arrows out
into the purple sage around the village and the next moment you dont know where
you are or really how you got there.
The two boys stopped their game, put down their bows, looked around at their
surroundings and then at each other. They didnt recognise this part of the
woodland; it wasnt somewhere they had ever been before. Each of them was about
to suggest they start back home, when they heard a small animal make a noise
nearby and they just had to investigate.
They could not find the animal that had startled them but they did find a stream
with many beautiful pebbles shining out from the water. For a few moments they
were fascinated by the stones and, once again, forgot that they were lost. They
followed the babbling stream as it wandered through the trees, taking them still
further away from their home and, before they knew it, they had come to a low hill.
Now the thing about a hill that youve never been to before is, you want to know
what is on the other side, dont you? Well, so did the boys. Forgetting that they had
no idea where they were, they scrambled up to the top and peered over the ridge.
On the other side they saw a small herd of bison.
Their fathers had taught them how to track animals and they just could not resist
this chance to try out their skills and so they stealthily followed the animals and ...
wandered even further away from their home.
It was only as the day drew on into the afternoon, that the boys realised how hungry
they were and thought that going home for food would be a very good idea. But, as
they looked around at the unfamiliar landscape, they realised that they really didn't
know where they were, at all.
After some discussion, they set off in a direction which they thought would lead
them to their village but, without being aware, they were walking still further and

further away from home. The late afternoon became evening and, as the sun
slipped below the hills and the sky spread its dark blanket across the land, they
knew they could walk no more. Not knowing what else to do, the two young boys
curled up beneath a tree and tried to sleep.
The next morning they awoke very early, ate some wild berries, found some
chokecherries and drank water from a stream. For two long, hot, exhausting days
they walked towards the west, going ever further from their families. It was on the
third day that the anxious boys suddenly had a feeling that they were not alone.
They looked around and in the distance was Mato, the bear.
Now Mato was no ordinary bear, but a large grizzly, so big and so hungry that the
boys would make only a small mouthful for him. But a mouthful is still better than
nothing and Mato had not eaten for many days. He lumbered closer and closer, his
colossal footsteps making the earth shiver and shake and his towering body casting
a long, dark shadow over the boys as he stumped towards them.
The boys started to run, their eyes darting left and right, desperate for a place to
hide, but there was nowhere, and the grizzly was moving so much faster than they,
that he was almost upon them. In the gloomy light of the forest they did not see the
tree root stretched across the path. They caught their feet in it and stumbled. Mato
roared in triumph. They could see his red, wide-open jaws packed with enormous,
wicked teeth. They could smell his hot evil breath.
Now these boys were old enough to have learned to pray, and they called out in
" Wakan Tanka, the Creator, Tunkashila, Grandfather, have pity, save us! Spirits of
the forest, help us.
All at once the earth shook and began rapidly to rise. The boys rose with it, up, up,
up into the sky above the forest. Out of the earth emerged a cone of rock, pushing
further upwards until it stood more than a thousand feet high - with the boys on the
top of it.
Mato howled - angry and disappointed to see his meal disappearing into the clouds.
I did say that he was a large grizzly bear, didnt I? Well, thats not quite true.
He was in fact a giant bear, so enormous that when he reared up onto his hind legs,
he could almost reach to the top of the rock. Almost, but not quite. His claws were
as large as a tipi's lodge poles and Mato dug those claws into the side of the rock,
trying to get up, trying to get those boys, desperate for the mouthful that he could
almost taste. He attacked from every spot, from every side of the towering rock
and, at every futile attempt, he raked huge gouges into its sides.
The boys watched, safe as eaglets in their eyrie, as he gradually wore himself out,
became exhausted and, finally, gave up. Leaving the rock covered with gashes
made from his giant claws. Peering over the edge, they saw him lumber away, a
huge, growling, grunting mountain of rage disappearing over the horizon.
Maybe, Wanblee, the eagle, who has always been a friend to the Sioux people,

grabbed the boys in his huge talons and carried them safely back to their village. Or
maybe you can think of another way?

The Legend of Robin Hood

High in the branches of the Great Oak, the hooded man silently draws an arrow from
the quiver strapped across his back and notches it to the string of his bow. Hours
have passed since he climbed into the arms of the tree before daybreak and, were it
not for the thick blanket of fog that swirls around the trees, the sun would be
shining down from high in the sky. But a thick covering of mist is exactly what the
hooded man wants as he waits, silently, patiently, high on his perch.
He slowly brings the bow level with his face. In other trees around the clearing, four
other men John, Alan, Much and Will - are doing exactly the same. For they have
heard hooves on the forest track, have caught the sound of cartwheels slowly
lumbering and of voices, as the approaching party call out to each other. They
emerge from the white mist like ghostly figures. The hooded man closes one eye,
pulls back on the bowstring and stares along the strong, straight shaft of the arrow.
He waits, barely breathing, remembering, a day like this, same weather, same place
in this forest. It was two, perhaps three years ago, when it all began, when the
people started their fight back against injustice.
That day had found this same man, Robert of Locksley, strolling along the edge of
the woodland. He was not long back from foreign lands, fighting the crusades with
the blessed King Richard, and he needed to take stock of his lands, the Outwoods.
True, they were not really his lands, for he had to pay rent to the Abbey of St Mary
who had ownership of these fertile pastures, after being granted them in the will of
the last Lord of the Manor.
For generations Locksleys family (like so many others) had paid their rent to the
Lord and received good service in return.
Then the abbey took over the lands and everything changed. Rents increased,
repairs were not done, and those who could not keep up the new payments were
cast from their homes, usually in a violent manner. Whether they were young or old,
it did not matter.
The Abbot and his friends in Nottingham Castle thought nothing of dragging a
young mother and her terrified children from their home; stealing their possessions
and then burning it to the ground.
Robert had already had dealings with the Abbot over these matters. Witnessing the
eviction of a young couple and their two small children, he was so enraged that he
had run straight to confront the Abbot.
You call yourself a man of God, he had yelled at the portly priest, and yet you
treat the poor no better than would the devil himself. Your men wreak misery
throughout these lands in your name and that of your partner in despair, the Sheriff
of Nottingham."
As he had trudged along the forest edge, making a mental note of where walls

needed repairing, he saw a movement in the forest and stopped behind a large ash
tree to watch. There was a shabbily-clothed man, bow in hand, string pulled taut
with an arrow ready to fly. Robins eye followed the line of the shot and could see it
pointed at a large red deer, one of the Abbots own animals.
Robin was about to shout a warning to the man, when there was a loud twang as
the bowstring snapped back into place, and the animal fell onto its side, an arrow
protruding from its neck.
The man rushed out from the cover of the trees, dropping his weapons as he went.
If the Abbots wardens were patrolling the forest and they had heard the deer fall,
they would seize him and, before the end of the day, he would be swinging from a
noose in the square outside the castle. As he ran, the man turned to look toward the
forest edge and Locksley recognised him.
Will, Will Scarlet, stop, for the Lords sake, stop, he spoke in as loud a whisper as
he dare. The man paused for a moment. If they catch you theyll string you up
before that deer is cold.
Locksley keep out of this. I hear what you say but when my children face death
from hunger and they threaten to take my home from me, like so many others, what
would you have me do?
There was a desperate look in the mans eyes, a look of hunger, a look of suffering,
of complete despair. He knew the danger he was in but he had no choice.
This is how we have to live now. Things have changed while youve been away. If
we want to put food in our childrens mouths this is the only way we can do it. Either
we live in fear of the Abbots men or in fear of our children dying before they have
barely lived.
He stared at Robert for another moment then his eyes shifted back to the woodland
clearing. That deer is mine now, he said and continued his run towards the fallen
From the shelter of the tree behind which he stood, Locksley saw three wardens
appear out of the shadows not far behind the running man. They were so silent on
their feet that Will had no idea they were closing on him.
In the time it took the three men to halve the distance between themselves and the
poacher, Robert had moved to where he had seen Will drop his bow. He had already
taken the decision which would shape the rest of his life.
He knew what would happen to this man if caught and he knew what would happen
to the children too, if their father ended the day on the end of a rope gasping for
In the time it took him to make the 10 strides to the bow he knew what he must do.

In a flash he had the bow in his hand, an arrow notched to the bowstring and two
arrows ready on the ground next to him. He looked up to find that two of the men
had seized Will by the arms and were holding him as he struggled to break free.
Robert took aim at the man on the left, pulled back the string and let go. The arrow
flew straight, silent and true, thudding into the back of the man.
By the time the other wardens realised what was happening, the second arrow was
already winging its way towards the man on the right and, less than three seconds
after the first man fell, the second was clutching at his neck as an arrow pierced his
body just below the shoulder.
But the third man was behind Will and Robert did not dare to shoot at him.
Will, get down, get down, let me see him, shouted Robert. But the third man was
already scampering away through the trees to safety and the office of the Abbot.
By the time Robert joined Will, the other two wardens had breathed their last. Will
seemed rooted to the ground with fear, unable to move or speak.
Will, come on, we have to get away from here! There are more of them in this
forest for sure. Take out your knife, cut from the animal what you can carry and lets
be gone.
Their luck was in as they moved silently towards Wills home. Once they felt they
were on safer ground they began to talk.
You are a fool to risk your life alone like this Will Scarlet, Robert began.
"If you had been caught today.."
So what do we do then? You have no idea. Your land is safe, you are a freeman and
respected for your brave deeds in the Kings army. Who am I? Nobody. Nothing.
They think nowt of me and hundreds like me. They feed their hounds better and
care more for horses than they do their tenants and servants. They use the law of
the land against us however they wish and ignore it whenever it dont suit them.
They walked on in silence, then Robert spoke. You're wrong Will Scarlet. I have just
thrown away all I had by saving you from the Sheriffs rope. The alarm has been
raised by now and before sunset they'll be looking for me and for you too.
Robert stopped by the edge of the wood at the point where the path to his home
broke off from the main track. He stood still, gazing into the distance.
If they treat the law with such little respect and treat those who try to live by the
law with so little care, then perhaps its time for lesser folk to do likewise. Bad laws
are worse than no laws at all. Its time we took back what belongs to us, what is
rightfully ours.
Locksley turned his eyes away from the path home, looked along the other track
and began to walk.

I believe my path lies in this direction now, he said firmly. Are you with me Will?
Can you bring others to our cause?
We dont have to live in the dirt or under the boot of those who would do us harm.
We are many, they are few.
We have cunning, guile, knowledge of this land and these woods.
And these woods can support us. They are rich with food, enough for many to live
on and, when times become harder, there will be some who pass by that have more
than they need.
Robert paused to see what his companion had to say but, when there was no
response, he continued, his enthusiasm growing with every stride along the path.
We will never take more than we need to live, not like those who rule us. Fairness
and equality will be our watchwords not greed and injustice. We will help our people
find a new way to live.
They'll come after us but we will use the woodlands to shelter us, to hide us, to
protect us as well as any armour. If they want us, then they will have to brave the
forest to find us. And we will be waiting.
And Robert of Locksley was true to his word.
And that is why this day finds him perched in a tree, waiting with others, as officials
from Nottingham make their way through the woods with caskets filled with the
taxes they have taken from the poor people of the county.
On one side of the heavy cart sits a soldier, his head lolling, almost asleep.
As they rumble slowly into the clearing, Robert prepares an arrow for a warning
shot, aimed just wide enough of the soldier to let him know where the next one
might land.
He pulls back the string as far as his bow will allow him, looks along the length of
the arrow, chooses a spot a few inches to the left of the guard and holds his breath,
waiting, waiting, waiting.
Suddenly the arrow flies straight, silent and true.
As it thuds into its target, the startled guard looks up at the trees and sees a hooded
man, bow in hand, an arrow loaded with its tip pointing straight at his head.
He knows immediately who he is looking at.
He is staring into the eyes of Robin Hood!

Education is an effort of the senior people to transfer their
knowledge to the younger members of society. It is thus an institution, which plays a vital role in integrating an individual with his
society and in maintaining the perpetuation of culture. Emile
Durkheim defines education as the influence exercised by the adult
generation upon those who are not yet ready for adult life.
He further maintains that society can survive only if there exists
among its members a sufficient degree of homogeneity. The
homogeneity is perpetuated and reinforced by education. A child
through education learns basic rules, regulations, norms and values
of society.
Education thus is an essential prerequisite of modernization. It
enables people to know the world beyond their own surroundings
and transforms them to become rationalist and humanist in outlook
and world view. However, it has to be kept in mind that the
education has got modernized and in turn is contributing to the
process of modernization of the Indian society.
The traditional education system of India was quite different from
the contemporary one. In traditional Indian society, the number of
educational institutions was too small and the content of education
was esoteric and essentially related with religion, philosophy,
metaphysics and scriptural subjects.
The education was confined to the twice-born castes and the upper
classes. The organizational structure was ascriptive and hereditary.
The lower castes, particularly the scheduled castes, were denied
education. Even today, the Madrassah education among Muslims is
largely based on religion, philosophy and scriptural messages.

Shishu Mandirs also have religion and tradition as parts of

Modern education is exoteric, open and liberal. The world-view is







humanism and denial of faith in dogma and superstitions. The

course contents are rationalistic and in tune with the needs of the
present-day society.
Science and technology, grammar and literature, social philosophy,
history and culture, geography and ecology, agriculture and
horticulture comprise the vast range of subjects which are taught in
schools, colleges and universities.
The modern education lays emphasis on the subjects like freedom,
nationality, law, human rights, democracy and scientific world view.
The other parts of education are the co-curricular and extracurricular activities, which are often organized for total personality
development of a student.
The modern education is change-oriented and, therefore, courses
are modified time and again corresponding to the changes taking
place in society at large so as to keep pace with the needs of the
changing situations in the wake of fast-changing industrial society.
The present industrial society has opened up a multiplicity of
occupations and professions and each one of them is associated
with scientific knowledge and skills. It is a society of complex
division of labour and requires people with specialized knowledge.
The modern education fulfills needs of the industrial economy. A








management and law have become hot areas of professionalization

and specialization today.

What is the one emotion that has everyone mystified? What is the one
emotion that has started as many wars as it has ended? What emotion has
had more plays, songs, and stories written about it than anything else? Love,
that one emotion that makes enemies into friends and friends into enemies.
So many legends surround this emotion, from the goddess Athena and Helen
Love comes in so many different levels, that it doesn't appear to be the same
emotion at all, but it is. There is so much to love, that it will be hard to put
into this simple essay. It can tear people apart and make us do irrational
things to bringing together entire nations. What can this emotion not do? It's
This emotion, bring tears to our eyes when something happens to our family
members, friends, and pets. When we feel love ripped from us, as in death or
being spurned by another, we do things we wouldn't normally do, such as go
on violent rampages, or mourn to the extent that our loved ones have to
watch us constantly to make sure we don't try anything like suicide. Some
can move on, always remembering the lost loved one after a while, but
others can not let go. These are the ones that need our love and support the
There are so many levels to love, that I can only express a few of them here.
These are the ones we see most in life. Friendship starts this list off. Yes, it
doesn't seem like it, but we do feel love towards our friends, this is what
helps us get along so well, and why we miss them when we don't see our
friends for a long time. It's also why we hold certain friends over others no
matter what happens. Sometimes, the bond between friends deepens to the
point where a stronger bond of love is made, making them family.
Another level of love, are for our siblings and other family members. Even
though we do things to our family members, and sometimes we don't like
some of our family, that bond is still there. It's this family bond level of love
that brought about the phrase, blood is thicker than water. We will do things
for our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and children before we would even
consider doing them for anyone else. Many wars have been started because
of this family level, brother avenging brother or father, father protecting his
wife and children, or even vice versa. This simple family bond can even
extend to include our pets, amazingly enough, and that is a good thing.

A third level to love, is the bond that brings man and woman together. This
level is among the strongest of them all. It is this level of love that has
brought together kingdoms into nations in the past, and ended many great
wars. It's is also for the love of a woman that has started a few of our wellknown wars, like the Trojan Wars of ancient times. It's brought together
families that have argued for years and years, such as in the Shakespearean
play, Romeo and Juliet. Even though the two mentioned killed themselves in
the end, it still brought their families together.
The last mentionable level of love is that bond between a mother and her
children. There is no stronger, nor will there ever be. This bond starts from
the very first tiny fluttering of movement and never ends, even after death of
the child. A mother protects her children in the name of love, and directs
them through life using it as the example to follow. Well, at least it should be.
It's because of her children a mother will work at a job she hates, just to
make sure they have everything they could ever want or need.
The phrase, love makes the world go round is very true. It's is our driving
force, for what ever reason it may be. Poems, plays, and legends can only
briefly touch the true meaning of love. We can only feel what that meaning
is, and express it in ways only we can understand towards another. The true
question we should be asking is not, what is life, but what is love.
What is love? I don't know, but I'll do what I can to express it to my son, my
husband, my family and friends, and to every single pet I have or ever will
own in the best possible way that I can.

Life is beautiful but not always easy, it has problems, too, and the
challenge lies in facing them with courage, letting the beauty of life act like a
balm, which makes the pain bearable, during trying times, by providing hope
Happiness, sorrow, victory, defeat, day-night are the two sides of the me
coin. Similarly life is full of moments of joy, pleasure, success and comfort
punctuated by misery, defeat, failures and problems. There is no human
being on Earth, strong, powerful, wise or rich, who has not experienced,
struggle, suffering or failure.
No doubt, life is beautiful and every moment a celebration of being
alive, but one should be always ready to face adversity and challenges. A
person who has not encountered difficulties in life can never achieve
Difficulties test the courage, patience, perseverance and true character of a
human being. Adversity and hardships make a person strong and ready to
face the challenges of life with equanimity. There is no doubt that there can
be no gain without pain. It is only when one toils and sweats it out that
success is nourished and sustained.
Thus, life is and should not be just a bed of roses; thorns are also a part of it
and should be accepted by us just as we accept the beautiful side of life.
The thorns remind one of how success and happiness can be evasive and
thus not to feel disappointed and disheartened rather remember that the
pain of thorns is short-lived, and the beauty of life would soon overcome the
prick of thorns.
Those, who are under the impression that life is a bed of roses are
disillusioned soon and become victims of depression and frustration. One
who faces difficulties with courage and accepts success without letting it go
to its head is the one who experience real happiness, contentment and
peace in life.
Those, who think, that good times last forever, easily succumb to pressure
during difficulties. They do not put in required hard work and efforts because
they break down easily.
You can take the example of a student, who burns the mid night oil,
makes sacrifices and resists temptations so that he can perform well.
Similarly, a successful executive has to face the ups and downs of life, not
forgetting that life is a mix of success and failure, joy and sorrow.
If he loses hope during difficult times, he would not achieve success
and would be replaced by others. Even the strongest Kings and Emperors
have had their cup of woes.
Life has not been a bed of roses for them. The adage Uneasy lays the head
that wears the crown has been rightly used for people, who are successful
and are enjoying power and authority.
To sum up, life is beautiful just as roses but it has challenges which are
like thorns and have to be faced and overcome by all. Those, who accept

these, challenges and succeed, are the ones, who know how to live life in its
true sense. Thus, enjoy life but also be prepared to bear the pricks of pain.

It is true that people perceive change in different ways. Some
members of the community believe that change is always for the better,
while others think otherwise.
Those who are in favor of change may argue that it poses a
possibility for a particular person to improve him- or herself, both mentally
and socially. From the mental perspective, changes relating to traveling and
receiving education help one broaden one's mind and learn something new.
As for the social perspective - it is empathy for others that he or she may
acquire after suffering changes in his or her private life, because it is known
that those who experienced various changes in relationships with their
family or acquaintances may then better understand other people's
feelings. This way, change improves not only person's mental, but also
social and private aspect.
In contrast, those who avoid changes point out the difficulties to readapt to
them that many people experience. For instance, some large companies,
Finnair for example, practice giving professional psychological and
medicine support to those employees who were sacked due to companies'
structural changes. Apparently, such policies infer that a spate of people
may suffer from the difficulty to accustom to the changes and find their new
way in life. In addition, it can be pointed out that changes regarding private
affairs not always make a person better. For many people such changes
simply cause a nervous breakdown, and, again, may jeopardize their
health, since psychological aspect of a person is tightly connected to his or
her general well-being.
In conclusion, my view of the problem is that change is an indispensable
part of our lives, so people should accept this fact and try to learn how to
tackle it rather than avoid it, which is impossible.

Technology is, by definition, the practical application of knowledge. It is the
systematic treatment of art and science. Our new science is circular in its
motivation. The proclivity only grows more definite as it kindles consecutively
greater aspirations. Perhaps it is a desire, whether technical or ethical, to leave
something here that is greater than before. Now the world is thriving, dominated by
computers and electronic intelligence that will leave a path for our heirs
advancement into the unknown in search of broader horizons than even we
dreamed of. The desires to assist the next generation with success and in turn,
assist them in discovering consequential uses of their own art and science.
Advances in technology range from cell phones and laptops to great macro
computers used in the most detrimental and delicate of military operations. While
these technological advances are speeding along the evolution of mans industrial
greatness, some people believe that they are greatly impeding the fostering of
emotional and psychological integrity among the human race. Perhaps we lose
touch from behind screens and bolt irresponsibly through moral challenges at the
speed of light with faceless services such as E-mail and the Internet. Jobs once
performed by muscle and sinew, are now performed by streamlined computers
produced by computers produced by computers. Through the vital exterior of metal
and computer chips, the United States stands more for innovation and simplification
than ever before, breaking new ground in the accomplishments of mankind.
Economic growth caused by new and profound technology has sparked mass
productivity and international competitiveness. Bringing with it morally demanding
questions, which possibly bury the clever, however acquiescent, human being in
their own intelligence.
This fear of technology overtaking its creators has been exploited in movies and
television, making them as real as possible to the person who has lost their job to
the next wonder of modern machinery. While efficiency is key, it is sometimes
mislabeled as a problem. A problem that eradicates the small mom and pop
businesses that this country is built upon. But, while fashioned upon the patriotic

characteristics of the hard work of our predecessors, the aggressive expansion of

our countrys commerce is one of our greatest achievements yet. Weve not
forgotten the values that made us great. America is now a nation respected as a
computer driven industry as well as one that strives to base its business on
legitimate and ethical practices.
Despite the lack of physical contact, new ideas revolutionize day to day living,
proving that we are a country of entrepreneurs, new age mom and pop businesses
ourselves. With the availability of information increasing every day, our knowledge
has expanded eons above what our parents thought the future would hold. We have
access to facts and opinions on almost every subject known to man. The definition
of the so-called average person has expanded to include present day technology.
With information provided from the Internet, we can recreate ancient crimes,
participate in a worldwide exploration, and read about a new species of mammals
discovered yesterday. Few of us can say we lack Internet services, cell phones, and












accomplishment, technology that will lead us to a greater understanding about the

planet we live on and our place in this world. The remaining question becomes, Do I
fear less because I know more? Or Do I fear more because I know more?
Through our modern day miracles of science we are able to appreciate that which is
truly an incredible era of advanced erudition and self-sufficiency. Because of the
advantages of modern day technology, we are allowed the unique benefit of looking
back on what was and comparing it with what is and what could be. Technology is
no longer seen as a barrier, but as a breakthrough. Bringing fresh insight and
offering better jobs to those who are willing to take a step towards the future.

All the adversity I've had in my life, all my troubles and obstacles, have
strengthened me... You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the
teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.
Walt Disney

The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his
integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.
Bob Marley

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit
on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
Albert Einstein

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a
walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare

You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the
best thing in the world for you.
Walt Disney

Zoophabet: Ants to Zorillas


Ants use antennae to seek out their tracks,

Beavers gnaw trees for their lodge,
Camels store food in the humps on their backs,
Dragonflies dazzle and dodge,
Elephant trunks furnish watery flings,
Flamingoes eat shrimp to keep pink;
Grasshoppers' ears appear under their wings,
Hummingbirds hover to drink,
Inchworms advance with a rear-ended loop,
Jellyfish sometimes can sting,
Kestrels catch lunch with a lightning-like swoop,
Larks love to warble and sing,
Moles tunnel intricate malls underground,
Newts thrive in ponds filled with weed,
Owls like to swivel their heads right around,
People can learn how to read,
Quetzals are gorgeous in feathery dress,
Rats have acquired a bad label,
Seahorse appears like a figure in chess,
Tortoise found fame in a fable,
Umber-birds thrive in the African wild,
Vipers can poison their prey,
Worms turn the soil when the climate is mild,
Xylophage chews wood all day,
Yaks grow in horns that are gracefully curled,
Zorillas are striped black and white;
each zooabet creature is part of this world:
unique, with its own copyright!

Green-Thumb Boy

Hybridization, cross-breeding, evolution:

He takes to new theories
like a puppy takes to ice cream.
We whisper that our Green-Thumb Boy
is the black Mendel, that Darwin
would have made good use of Carver's eyes.
So clear his gift for observation:
the best collector I've ever known.
I think we have an entirely new species
of Pseudocercospora.
And always in his threadbare lapel
a flower. Even in January.
I've never asked how.
We had doubts
about giving him a class to teach,
but he's done a bang-up job
with the greenhouse. His students
see the light of genius
through the dusky window of his skin.
Just yesterday, that new boy,
what's-his-name, from Arkansas,
tried to raise a ruckus when Carver
put his dinner tray down.
He cleared his thorat, stared, rattled
his own tray, scraped his chair legs
in a rush to move away. Carver
ate on in silence. Then the boys
at the table the new boy had moved to
cleared their throats, rattled their trays
and scraped their chair legs as they got up
and moved to Carver's table.
Something about the
man does that, raises the best
in you. I've never asked what.
I guess I'll put his name next to mine
on that article I'm sending out.

Katie Kissed Me

Katie kissed me!

Yuck, it's true!
My face took on a greenish hue!
My knees, like jelly, started shaking!
Then my stomach started quaking!
Slobber slithered down my cheek!
My consciousness was growing weak!
My ears were ringing, my head was spinning!
But, all the while Kate was grinning!
My heart was pounding through my shirt!
My tongue felt like I just ate dirt!
Though you may think I've lost my brain!
I wished she'd kiss me once again!

Traveling with Guitar


For you can travel with a screaming red rolling bag

and float unnoticed on conveyors, through terminals
or you can lug half a moose rack from Maine
to Minnesota, carry it like a broken wing through airports
as my friend Gro did, and draw only the curious touches
of children waiting at gates. But dare to travel with a guitar
and invite confessions from strangers in pinstripe suits
of garage band summers, invite winks, gotcha smiles,
and devil's horns rock on gestures. Invite finger points
and winks, the long tongue licks, and the rubberneck glance
to check if you are someone famous. To dare to travel
with a guitar is to mark yourself charismatic megafauna
of the airport terminal. Old friend, what else could I do
but carry you? I have stored you in closets, propped you
in corners, hunched over you late-nights, staring perplexed
at the mysteries of your neck. Body of my body, string
of my strings, see how the world began to hum and sing
that day at thirteen when I opened the big birthday box.

Please Don't

tell the flowersthey think

the sun loves them.
The grass is under the same simple-minded impression
about the rain, the fog, the dew.
And when the wind blows,
it feels so good they lose control of themselves
and swobtoggle wildly around, bumping accidentally into their
slender neighbors.
Forgetful little lotus-eaters,
solar-powered hydroholics, drawing nourishment up
through stems into their thin green skin,
high on the expensive chemistry of mitochondrial explosion,
believing that the dirt loves them, the night, the stars
reaching down a little deeper with their pale albino roots,
all Dizzy Gillespie with the utter sufficiency of everything.
They don't imagine lawn mowers, the four stomachs
of the cow, or human beings with boots who stop to marvel at their exsquisite
flexibility and color.
They persist in their soft-headed
hallucination of happiness.
But please don't mention it.
Not yet. Tell me what would you possibly gain
from being right?

"Bad Girl"
Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..
You! You! All of you!
How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because I'm a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?
That's what you call me!
I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.
I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too.
Yes, I'm a bad girl, but where are my parents?
You! You! You are my good parents?
My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live?
Looklook at meWhat have you done to me?
You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you
Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!
While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session
Thus I drifted away from you!
Longing for a father's love, yearning for a mother's care!
As I grew up, everything changed!
You too have changed!
You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.
You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, peddlers and
Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?
Tell me! How good are you?
If you really wish to ensure my future
Then hurry.hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you
Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten at my very own
But if I am bad, really badthen, you've got to help me!
Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!

"Juvenile Delinquent"
Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager, Im young, young at heart in
mind. In this position, Im carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the
wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school, nobody cares!. But instead you can
see me roaming around. Standing at the nearby canto (street). Or else
standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling bugaloo. Those
are the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they
neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate
the values in life. Would you care what she told me? "Stop bothering me!
Cant you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session, some other time
my child". I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing
he told me. "Child, heres 500 bucks, get it and enjoy yourself, go and ask
your teachers that question".
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers
torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in studying, you cant
even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole.
But thats not what you can see in me. Heres a young girl who needs
counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strenghten her life into
Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented
a juvenile delinquent?.
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they
neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate
the values in life. Would you care what she told me? "Stop bothering me!
Cant you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session, some other time
my child". I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing
he told me. "Child, heres 500 bucks, get it and enjou yourself, go and ask
your teachers that question".
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers
torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in studying, you cant
even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole.
But thats not what you can see in me. Heres a young girl who needs
counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strenghten her life into
Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented
a juvenile delinquent?.

"The Unpardonable Crime"

Only one living creature seemed to take any notice of his existence: this was
an old St. Bernard, who used to come and lay his big head with its mournful
eyes on Christophe's knees when Christophe was sitting on the seat in front
of the house. They would look long at each other. Christophe would not drive
him away Unlike the sick Goethe, the dog's eyes had no uneasiness for him
Unlike him, he had no desire to cry: "Go away! . . . Thou goblin thou shalt not
He asked nothing better than to be engrossed by the dog's suppliant sleepy
eyes and to help the beast: he felt that there must be behind them an
In those hours when he was weak with suffering, torn alive away from life,
devoid of human egoism, he saw the victims of men, the field of battle in
which man triumphed in the bloody slaughter of all other creatures: and his
heart was filled with pity and horror. Even in the days when he had been
happy he had always loved the beasts: he had never been able to bear
cruelty towards them: he had always had a detestation of sport, which he
had never dared to express for fear of ridicule: but his feeling of repulsion
had been the secret cause of the apparently inexplicable feeling of dislike he
had had for certain men: he had never been able to admit to his friendship a
man who could kill an animal for pleasure. It was not sentimentality: no one
knew better than he that life is based on suffering and infinite cruelty: no
man can live without making others suffer. It is no use closing our eyes and
fobbing ourselves off with words. It is no use either coming to the conclusion
that we must renounce life and sniveling like children. No. We must kill to
live, if, at the time, there is no other means of living. But the man who kills
for the sake of killing is a miscreant. An unconscious miscreant, I know. But,
all the same, a miscreant. The continual endeavor of man should be to
lessen the sum of suffering and cruelty: that is the first duty of humanity.
In ordinary life those ideas remained buried in Christophe's inmost heart. He
refused to think of them. What was the good? What could he do? He had to
be Christophe, he had to accomplish his work, live at all costs, live at the
cost of the weak. ... It was not he who had made the universe. . . . Better not
think of it, better not think of it. ...
But when unhappiness had dragged him down, him, too, to the level of the
vanquished, he had to think of these things. Only a little while ago he had
blamed Olivier for plunging into futile remorse and vain compassion for all
the wretchedness that men suffer and inflict. Now he went even farther: with
all the vehemence of his mighty nature he probed to the depths of the
tragedy of the universe: he suffered all the sufferings of the world, and was
left raw and bleeding. He could not think of the animals without shuddering

in anguish. He looked into the eyes of the beasts and saw there a soul like
his own, a soul which could not speak: but the eyes cried for it:
"What have I done to you? Why do you hurt me?" He could not bear to see
the most ordinary sights that he had seen hundreds of times a calf crying
in a wicker pen, with its big, protruding eyes, with their bluish whites and
pink lids, and white lashes, its curly white tufts on its forehead, its purple
snout, its knock-kneed legs:a lamb being carried by a peasant with its four
legs tied together, hanging head down, trying to hold its head up, moaning
like a child, bleating and lolling its gray tongue:fowls huddled together in a
basket:the distant squeals of a pig being bled to death:a fish being
cleaned on the kitchen-table. . . . The nameless tortures which men inflict on
such innocent creatures made his heart ache. Grant animals a ray of reason,
imagine what a frightful nightmare the world is to them: a dream of coldblooded men, blind and deaf, cutting their throats, slitting them open,
gutting them, cutting them into pieces, cooking them alive, sometimes
laughing at them and their contortions as they writhe in agony. Is there
anything more atrocious among the cannibals of Africa? To a man whose
mind is free there is something even more intolerable in the sufferings of
animals than in the sufferings of men. For with the latter it is at least
admitted that suffering is evil and that the man who causes it is a criminal.
But thousands of animals are uselessly butchered every day without a
shadow of remorse. If any man were to refer to it, he would be thought
ridiculous.And that is the unpardonable crime. That alone is the
justification of all that men may suffer. It cries vengeance upon God. If there
exists a good God, then even the most humble of living things must be
saved. If God is good only to the strong, if there is no justice for the weak
and lowly, for the poor creatures who are offered up as a sacrifice to
humanity, then there is no such thing as goodness, no such thing as justice.

"No Pardon For Me"

I'm sentenced.
Sentenced to life in this dank cell
of misery.
I can see the keyit hangs there,
just out my finger's reach,
dangling there in a mock of
There will be no pardon for me,
no stay of this execution.
My life has convicted me
for crimes I did not commit.
My penalty meted out.
I followed every rule,
broke no laws,
have more than paid my fines
to society's shun upon me.
There was no fair trial,
no chance for me to plead my case.
The jurors were sent from hell,
quick to judgement
and showed no mercy
as they read their verdict.

Life/Death, what does it matter?

Its all the same in this prison.
I am but a mere victim,
the criminal has gotten away,
while I do the time
for fate's crimes against me.
I can't escape the hounds they'd
should I attemp escape,
for the walls and barbed wires
are too painful to scale
and the hounds would scent my
So I sit here,
waiting for the day they walk me
that longest mile,
waiting for the flow of their poison
to seep within' my veins.
That lethal injection
that will finally end this misery
of a soul so wrongfully convicted to

"The Plea of an Aborted Fetus"

Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mother, listen to my plea, listen to
my story. I could have been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines
Republic, had you given me the chance to live, had you not deprived me of
my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.
Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of
a woman with six other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a
symbol of love incarnate but to my mommy it was a burden, a problem, an
additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of Mom's
carelessness for not taking the contraceptive pills.
One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a
painful decision. I could sense the imminent danger as Mom got inside the
abortion room. I was an unwanted child. No one loved me. No one cared. I
was a rejected being, a tiny lump slowly forming into human being with
human soul. I was already alive, kicking, struggling. My heart was already
beating and my thumb had already the unique mark. As I was holding to my
mother's womb a splash of heat came all over me. I writhed in extreme pain.
-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh,
the blood of your own blood?"
The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly
cutting it from my body. I struggled for my life. 1,2,3 and the first part of me
came out.
-- "Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad's pledge of love to
Then it was followed by another rubber suction sucking the other part
moving it with force until both were fully amputated.
-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God's image you promised
to love and protect?"
Then i felt shaken once, twice, several times until I do not know anymore
what has been going around. I gushed forth my last breath...
Then came the final blow, my head - the abortionist termed as No. I was
totally cut from my torso: total annihilation.


Christmas Songs

Ala Kadin
Ala Kadin, inkay yawat (Please give)
Ala kadin, inkay yawat
Tay aginaldomi a pirak
Ta uray sisiam a sikapat
No isu't itedyo kadakam a pagayat.
Dika ket saksakiten, nanangmi
Ti magted tay aginaldomi
Di mabayag maabrotmonto
No malakoyonto daytoy baboyyo
i. Dimtengen nabayag nga inur-uray
Padapadatay a nangpasangabay
Adda ragsak tunggal bumalay
Adtoyen aldaw ikkan gundaway
ii. Ayug ti Paskua addan a mangngegan
Tunggal umili inda metten agisaganan
Noche buena, tupig wenno suman
Pagsasangoan a dinto malipatan
koro: Ita ti aldaw ti paskua
Adda ragsak tunggal maysa
Ita nga aldaw ti paskua
Iwagsak ti apal ken gura
Nasantoan ti aldaw ti paskua
Adda ragsak tunggal maysa
Ita nga aldaw ti paskua
Ikkatenen panaginkukuna
iii. Adda koma ayat nga agari
Gura a naigamer intay iwaksi
Tunggal puso inna koma awaten
Pammakawan a di barengbareng


Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail ring'
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon, Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side,

The horse was lean and lank

Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank
And then we got upsot.
A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow,
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh,
He laughed as there I sprawling
But quickly drove away.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
and sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bobtailed bay
Two forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack! You'll take the lead.


Frosty the snowman was a jolly

happy soul,
With a corncob pipe and a button
And two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale,
they say,
He was made of snow but the children
Know how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in
Old silk hat they found.
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around.
O, Frosty the snowman
Was alive as he could be,
And the children say he could laugh
And play just the same as you and me.
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Ooh Frosty the snowman knew
The sun was hot that day,
So he said, "Let's run and
We'll have some fun
Now before I melt away."
Down to the village,
With a broomstick in his hand,
Running here and there all
Around the square saying,
Catch me if you can.
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment when
He heard him holler "Stop!"
Mmm Frosty the snowman
Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
"Don't you cry,
I'll be back again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump
Over the hills of snow

Ang Pasko Ay Sumapit

Ang Pasko ay sumapit
Tayo ay mangagsiawit
Ng magagandang himig
Dahil sa Diyos ay pag-ibig
Nang si Kristo'y isilang
May tatlong haring nagsidalaw
At ang bawa't isa ay nagsipaghandog
Ng tanging alay
Bagong Taon ay magbagong-buhay
Nang Lumigaya ang ating bayan
Tayo'y magsikap upang makamtan
Natin ang kasaganaan
Tayo'y mangagsiawit
Habang ang mundo'y tahimik
Ang araw ay sumapit
Ng sanggol na dulot ng langit
Tayo ay magmahalan
Ating sundin ang gintong aral
At magbuhat ngayon
Kahit hindi Pasko ay magbigayan

Pasko Na Naman
O Kay tulin ng araw
Paskong nagdaan,
Tila ba kung kailan lang
Ngayon ay Pasko,
Dapat pasalamatan
Ngayon ay Pasko
Tayo ay mag-awitan
Pasko! Pasko!
Pasko na namang muli!
Tanging araw na ating
Pasko! Pasko!
Pasko na namang muli!
Ang pag-ibig