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WEEK 1
A Filipino is a respectful
person. He calls older
brother “kuya” and older
sister “ate”. He kisses the
hands of his parents and
grandparents. He is always
using “po” and “opo”. He
shows respect to parents,
elders and people in
authority.
A Filipino is also a God-
loving person. He believes in
one God. He patterns his life
the way God wants it. He
loves his neighbors. And
most of all, he prays not only
for himself.
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WEEK 1
One night, a fox met a wolf in the forest. The wolf was very
hungry and in a terrible mood. So the wolf said to the fox.
“Don’t move! I’m going to eat you this minute.”
As he spoke, the wolf backed the fox up against a tree.
The fox realized she could not run away.
“I have to use my wits instead of my legs,” she said to
herself.
“I could have been a good dinner for you last year. I was
then very fat and plump. But I had three babies then. Now I’m
slim and not delicious.”
“I don’t care if you are plump or not. I don’t care how many
babies you have. I’m going to eat you right now!”
The wolf began closing in on the fox.
“Stop!, the fox shouted. “ Look how skinny I am. I ran off all
my fat looking for my babies. But I know a place where you
can find something good and fat.”
Wolf backed off and listened to Fox.
“There is a well near here. In the bottom of it is a big round
piece of meat. You can get it instead of eating me. Shall we
go?”
The wolf trotted off after the fox, making sure that she
could not run away. They came upon a well.
“See for yourself, what a fat juicy piece of meat is at the
bottom of this well. I wanted to get it for my babies. But you
can have it.”
Inside the well was a delicious looking yellow round piece
of meat. Above the well, the moon shone bright and clear. The
wolf leaned over the well wondering how to get the piece of
meat. The fox jumped up quickly and pushed the wolf down
into the deep well.
meat. The fox jumped up quickly and pushed the wolf down
into the deep well.
“ I’m a sly old mother Fox!” Fox said to herself.
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WEEK 2
Once there was a girl called Princess Polite but people in her
castle called her Polly or Polly Polite. One day a super star came to
her castle. Polly said “Why have you come here? And what is your
name?” The super star said “My name is Sarah Jones. I’m here to
rock out on your castles stage!” Polly said “I don’t have a stage in
my castle!”
“Ooooh dear!” Sarah cried. Polly said “I will make a grand stage
just for you and I will name it Stage Sarah.” Sarah said
“You don’t have to call it stage Sarah.” Polly called for the best
builders in the land to come build the stage. The building started. It
took them two years to build it! Polly called Sarah on the phone.
“It’s finished come see!” Polly said. “Sure, I’ll be there as soon as
possible!” Super star Sarah said.
“Wait, I thought we were here to see you rock out. I don’t want to
marry you!” James said,
“I want to marry Polly!”
Polly married the prince. The rock star rocked out on the stage but
was crying the whole time.
She stopped crying for a moment then she cried into a bucket it had
a thousand drips in it and it went all the way up to the top.
She had to tip it out and start all over again. The prince and the
princess lived happily ever after.
The rock star spent the rest of her life crying a million tears into a
bucket and starting all over again and again and again and again and
again and again and again and again.
The rock star spent the rest of her life crying a million tears into a
bucket and starting all over again and again and again and again and
again and again and again and again.
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WEEK 3
My Mother Dear
Who brought me to this world
To see the wonder works of God
And enjoy life to the fullest?
Who puts her arms around me
During chilly evenings
To make me feel warm?
Who is in great pain
When I am in sorrow
As if a dagger is thrust into her heart?
Who tell me stories at night
And caresses me as I fall asleep,
Till I dream of beautiful things?
Who is there at my side
Whenever I am sick?
She is awake all night.
Who plays with me
To brighten my day?
She never counts the hours
Till her tired body drops.
Who offers her life
For the sake of her child;
Not thinking of herself;
Not thinking of what it may take?
The woman who gave me this life,
My dearest mother, whom I love so much.
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WEEK 6
Tooth Fairy
Jenny snuggled under for blanket with her eyes wide open.
“I will stay awake. Oh, I want to see the fairy,” she muttered
sleepily.
That afternoon in school, her milk tooth had wiggled and
turned for the last time. It fell on a page of the book that Jenny
was reading. Now she had a space just as most of her
schoolmates had, right in the middle of her beautiful grin.
Before going to bed that night, Jenny put the tooth under her
pillow to see whether a fairy would take it away and leaved a
surprise in its place. She wanted to stay awake, but her eyelids
drooped and closed.
The room was still quiet. Then, a tinkle, like the sound of a
music box, filled the air. Out of the darkness, the shiniest little
fairy any could imagine, floated into the room. She knelt down
beside Jenny’s pillow and found the hidden tooth.
The fairy dropped the tooth into a golden purse and
whispered, “Now I have another pearl for my queen’s necklace.
Thanks to you Jenny. Out of gratitude, I will leave you this coin.
It will be your reward and will bring you luck, Jenny.” The music
began again, and the fairy fluttered away.
“Wake up, Child,” Jenny’s mother bent over her.
Before she opened her eyes, Jenny reached under the
pillow. She was surprised when she felt something there. When
she saw the coin, she sat up smiling.
“Mother,” she cried, “did the fairy come or was I dreaming?”
Mother smiled and said, “You want to believe that she came,
don’t you? So why don’t we just make believe that she did?”
With that thought, Jenny just smiled.
“But I saw her, Mother. I just don’t know how. I wish I didn’t
fall asleep,” she said winking at Mother. “Oh, well, I still have
baby teeth anyway!”
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WEEK 7
Sajid and Zarinah are just two of our many Muslim brothers and
sisters in Mindanao.
Sajid and Zarinah are neighbors and over the years they have
become good friends. They live near the sea which Sajid calls “waters.
Another neighbour has a boat and the two children are allowed to
use it any time they like. They sail the boat or spend their afternoon
swimming. Sajid loves fishing but Zarinah finds it boring. She just
swims or gather shells.
On Saturdays and Sundays they often have beach picnics with their
friends. The boys including Sajid make a charcoal bonfire and the girls
set a picnic mat on the sand. Most of their friends prefer fishing but
sometimes they have roast chicken.
Sajid usually plays his guitar and everyone sings or dances. After
every picnic they clean up the beach and carry all the dishes and food
back home. They go home before dark or they wait for the beautiful
sunset.
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WEEK 8
Carol’s Diary
On March 3, 2003 a great event took place in our school. It was the
start of our annual foundation week. Many contests and games were held
and big prizes were at stake. My friends and I bagged the first place in the
MTAP competition for grade V pupils. We were very happy and our
teachers congratulated us for being the winner.
The next day I led the program intended for our teachers and principal.
The pupil-participants of the program showed their best in singing,
dancing and even acting. It was a tiresome afternoon but an exciting day.
On the 3rd day, we heard a mass in our school’s chapel and in the
afternoon a sportsfest was held. Being with my friends and classmates,
while participating in all the sports events is an experience. We joined the
relay contest, volleyball and badminton.
We launched the school project dubbed as “May PerasaBasura” a day
before the end of the week-long celebration. We also served the
community through tree planting and cleaning the environment.
Finally, the much awaited moment for us was the fifth day of the
celebration, the awarding ceremony was held and we received our awards
and prizes. I felt so happy and relaxed during the afternoon for I could
already rest. I thanked God because I learned many things.
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WEEK 8
A Bundle of Sticks
Once upon a time, an old man lived with his three
sons in a village. All his three sons were hard workers.
Still, none of them agreed with each other and quarreled
all the time. The old man tried a lot to unite them but he
failed. While the villagers were surprised at their hard
work and efforts, they also made fun of them on their
fights.
Pailah Festival
Pailah Festival named after from its town's ancient name Pila, Laguna.
"PAILAH" also derived as Palay (Rice) as their major crop since Hispanic era,
Isda (Fish) since the municipality is also near in the lake, Tilapia is also one of
their livelihood, Lilok Antigo (Antique Carvings) along the district not only from
the crops farming and fishing they have dependent but they also have handicraft
products to make this town also known as one of the best suppliers of native
products and wood carvings which is Laguna is famous to its talents and skills.
Halaman (Ornamental plants) they have produced a lot of supplies for different
places of Manila and its neighboring provinces for their premier class of
ornamental plants.
This event were duly attended by Nayon Photographers' Club who were
invited to cover the yearly event. From manila we prepared to depart as early as
5:00 am to witness this event by 8:00 am. As we arrived we have ample time to
set up and prepare our things. One you can observe if you are in Pila is like you
are travelling back in time, the old houses are well maintained and preserved its
Hispanic architectural designs, same as the church as well. This municipality of
Laguna is a sleepy town but were not affected by war for its excessive
bombardments during Japanese American battle, up to now the evident of the
town is still on its finest preservation of heritage village such as their houses,
church and other structures that you can find here.
Read the paragraph. Answer the
questions that follow.