Julio at Julia - ABS-CBN (Theme Song)

Kapag umikot na ang mundo
iikot din ang buhay ng tao
mayroong sya at mayroong dusa
wag ka lang magpapatalo

Kung ikaw ay nag-iisa
sa landas na iyong tinatahak
wag mawawalan ng pag-asa
sa mithiing pakikibaka

Si Julio at Julia
Kambal ng Tadhana
di susuko sa pagsubok

Kapag uminog na ang buwan
bago pa sumikat ang araw
bagong pag-asa'y matatanaw
tadhana na ang syang pupukaw

Kapag umikot na ang mundo
iikot din ang buhay ng tao
bagong pag-asa'y matatanaw
tadhana na ang syang pupukaw

bagong pag-asa'y matatanaw
tadhana na ang syang pupukaw

Bayani - ABS-CBN (Theme Song)

Bayani

Ikaw ang unang nagbuo ng bayang Pilipino
Ikaw ang unang lumaban sa pananakop ng dayuhan
Ikay ang nagsindi ng ilaw
Ikaw ang nagbigay ng liwanag sa kahulugan at katuwiran
sa halaga ng kalayaan

bayani, salamin ng aking panata, salamin ng aking panata
liwanag sa isipan, bayani, tanglaw sa ating daan
bayani...bayani...bayani...

ATBP theme song - Abs-Cbn

ATBP

halina mga bata
ngumiti matuwa
makisaya at mag aral
at iba pa

araw araw ay mag bilang - isa! dalawa! tatlo!
tumula at magbasa - a! b! c!

maglaro at magsaya
tayo ng kumanta
awit titik bilang at iba pa
awiti titik bilaaaaaaaang...
at iba pa!

Sineskwela - ABS-CBN (Theme Song)

Narito Ang Theme Song ng Sineskwela:

Bawat bata may tanong
ba't ganito? ba't ganon?
hayaang buksan ang isipan
sa science o agham!

tayo na
sa sineskwela
tuklasin natin ang siyensya
buksan na ang pag-iisip
tayo'y likas na scientist

kaya't habang maaga
mag aral ng siyensya
sa teknolohiya ang buhay ay gaganda

tayo na
sa sineskwela
tuklasin natin ang siyensya
buksan na ang pag-iisip
tayo'y likas na scientist

tayo na
sa sineskwela
tuklasin natin ang siyensya
kinabukasan ng ating bayan
siguradong makakamtan

Sa sineskwela tiklasin natin ang syensya
daigdig ay sasaya salamat sa siyensya...

Best Original TV Show Theme Songs

Naggagandahan ang mga Theme song ng mga palabas na ito. Na pawang mga orihinal at talagang ipinasadya para umangkop sa mga palabas:

Sineskwela
Matinik
Epol Apol
Bayani
Hiraya Manawari
Awit, Titik, Bilang atbpa.
Julio At Julia

HirayaManawari - ABS-CBN ETv (Lyrics)

Gusto kong abutin ang tayog ng ulap
Gusto kong sisirin ang lalim ng dagat
Gusto kong akyatin ang tuktok ng bundok
Tuklasin ang hiwaga sa puso ko'y, bumabalot

Koro I: (Handa Awit.. )

Hiraya Manawari, Hiraya Manawari
Mga pangarap natin ating abutin
Ang kapangyarihang nasa puso natin
Hiraya manawari ating abutin

Kaya kong pakawalan ang hiwaga sa aking puso
Kaya kong hawakan init ng aking pangarap
Kaya kong isabog liwanag na aking taglay
Liwanag na nagsisilbing tanglaw ko sa patutunguhan

Koro II: (Handa Awit.. )

Hiraya Manawari, Hiraya Manawari
Mga pangarap natin, ating abutin
Sa lakas ng isipan at busilak na kalooban
Hiraya manawari ating abutin



Maraming Salamat kay: gidget sa pagbabahagi niya ng Lyrics nito.. nakuha ko ito sa http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080911001833AAt7VWC website na ito.. hehe..


This are Stories on adventures to different worlds, battles against evil forces, inspirational stories on friendship, family and principles in life, instill moral values through a child’s creative imagination.


Kung Natatandaan nyo pa ang mga episode ng HirayaManawari, eto ang mga episode ...

Volume 1
• Si Mithi at si Maya (self-disciplne)
• Boses (Humility)
• Batang Smart (Honesty)
• Daigdig ng Makalat (self-discipline, cleanliness / orderliness)

Volume 2
• Daliri Discount (Patience / Righteousness)
• Obra Maestro (Integrity / Courage)
• Elemento 1 & 2 (Honesty / Truthfulness / Responsibility)

Volume 3
• Lumang Tanghalan (Forbearance / Compassion / Forgiveness)
• Si Martin, Magiting (Courage to Face One's Fears)
• Ang Kuya Kong Maton (Respect / Courage to Face One's Responsibility)

Volume 4
• Palaruan (Compassion)
• Tanawin Mula sa Bintana (Self-Control / Forgiveness)
• Nang Makialam si Luntian 1 & 2 (Respect for other people's property / Truthfulness)

Volume 5
• Eggward (Respect / Honesty)
• Ang Kulay Indigo (Responsibility / Cooperation)
• Varsity Jacket (Confidence to be oneself)
• Isang Gabi sa Buhay ni Lester (Self-worth)

Volume 6
• Prinsesang Dalisay (Purity)
• 20 Tina (Self-worth)
• Ang Shorts ni Alejandro (Self-Confidence)
• Aklat (Curiosity / Resourcefulness)

Volume 7
• Imbisibol 1 & 2 (Humility / Golden Rule / Love)
• Pader (Peace, Co-existence)
• Regalo (Benevolence)

Volume 8
• Ate (Love / Self-Esteem)
• Anino (Friendship / Humility)
• Tren ni Isaw 1 & 2 (Love)

Volume
• Bad Boys (To do good and be kind)
• Awit ni Kuya (Cheerfulness / Physical Affection)
• Ciel 1 & 2 (Family Bond / Love)

Volume 10
• Tabby (Acceptance)
• Faith 1 & 2 (Faith / Mutual Support)
• Daddy ni Dinggay (Family Belonging / Communication)

Volume 11
• Batang Skawt (Responsibility / Dependability)
• Hiyas (Harmony with Nature)
• Ang Lihim na Buhay ng mga Estatwa (Decisiveness / Caring)
• Apolonio sa Kaharian ng Hardinia (Respect and care for Living Things)

Volume 12
• Bulalakaw (Compassion / Friendship)
• Haring Mapet (Integrity / Honesty)
• Si Ria at ang Higante (Harmony through effective communication)

Volume 13
• Ihip ng Hangin (Love / Understanding)
• Jessie (Friendship / Courage)
• Yakap (Communication / Understanding)
• Saranggola (Love / Understand)

Volume 14
• Ang Agimat ni Ingkong Tano (Courage)
• Ang Hiwaga ni Bre-Ar (Self-Reliance / Trustworthiness)
• Ang Nga Lola (Self-Discipline)
• 1305 (Generosity / Joyfulness)

Volume 15
• Ang Hiling ng Palamuting Anghel (Hope/Love)
• Anak ng Salamangkero (Love)
• Tumba-tumba (Respect for Elders)
• Saranggola ni Boyet (Family Belonging)

More Than 1,500 Stolen Afghan Artifacts Return to Kabul

With so much bad news coming out of Afghanistan these days—a resurgent Taliban, spreading violence, and a booming opium trade—it might be easy to overlook another tragedy taking place: Across the war-shattered nation, scavengers, looters, and thieves are pillaging antiquities from more than 1,500 ancient sites around the country and smuggling them abroad. "It's like a sickness that kills us slowly," said Omara Khan Masoudi, director of the National Museum of Afghanistan. "Every day, we lose a bit more of our cultural heritage."

But now Afghanistan is finally getting something back. The British government, with the help of the National Geographic Society and the British Red Cross, has returned 3.4 tons of stolen antiquities that were confiscated over the past six years at London's Heathrow Airport. On February 17, a Red Cross freighter plane touched down at the Kabul Airport, carrying the looted treasure back to its homeland. The artifacts are now at the National Museum. Returning the enormous shipment took more than a year to organize, and involved the cooperation of participants from around the globe.

The Heathrow collection includes more than 1,500 objects spanning thousands of years of Afghan culture: a 3,000-year-old carved stone head from the Iron Age and hand-cast axe heads, cut rock crystal goblets, and delicate animal carvings from the Bactrian era, another thousand years earlier. The oldest artifacts in the collection include a marble figure of an animal showing similarities to artifacts dating to the Mesolithic and Neolithic periods, dating as far back as 8,000 years.

The collection also contains gilded bronze pieces, coins, and ornately inscribed slabs dating from Afghanistan's early Islamic period (8th-9th centuries A.D.) and treasures from the Medieval Islamic period (10th-14th centuries A.D.) that serve to replace the decimated collection at the National Museum, which was hit by a rocket in 1993 during the civil war, then repeatedly looted. Lost and Found Through a quarter-century of violence, Masoudi and his staff somehow managed to save about 90 percent of the National Museum's masterpieces, an incredible feat. But the museum still lost about 70,000 objects, most of them from the reserve inventory kept in storage.

(Related: "Hidden Treasures from the National Museum, Kabul")

Two 12th century metal trays in the Heathrow hoard are nearly identical to ones that were previously on display. Plus there are a number of magnificent metal objects from the Ghaznavid era, including a bronze brazier in the form of a peacock.

Museum director Masoudi, who has spearheaded efforts to locate Afghan antiquities scattered around the globe, first heard about the objects piling up at Heathrow from British diplomats posted to Kabul. He contacted U.S. archaeologist and National Geographic Fellow Fredrik Hiebert, an expert on ancient Central Asian cultures, who arranged with officials in the U.K. to come to London and examine the artifacts.

It was not the first time Hiebert and Masoudi had worked together. Hiebert spent periods from 2004 to 2006 in Kabul cataloguing a priceless collection of 22,000 gold Alexandrian-era objects known as the Bactrian Hoard. For many years, experts believed this collection, discovered in 1978 by Soviet archaeologist Viktor Sarianidi, had been stolen during Afghanistan's decade-long civil war or even melted down by the Taliban regime. The Bactrian gold was "rediscovered" in 2003, hidden in a locked vault beneath Kabul's Presidential Palace. Hiebert, Sarianidi, and Masoudi were all on hand for the stunning moment when Afghan officials pried six boxes open and found the entire collection intact.

Hiebert said he felt similar amazement the first time he saw the antiquities amassed at Heathrow.

"When I did an initial look, my eyes popped out and I said, 'They all look like they are from Afghanistan.' It was like seeing old friends again."

Heritage Under Attack

Helped by Carla Grissmann, an American expert on Afghan cultural heritage who has been working with the National Museum since 1973, and a British Museum curatorial team, Hiebert compared the objects in the Heathrow hoard to tens of thousands of missing items from the museum's collection.

"None of the Heathrow objects came from the museum," Hiebert said. "They are from recently illegally excavated sites exported without permit."

Most of the Heathrow collection will end up in the museum's reserve collection and replace the many objects stolen during the civil war, Hiebert said. Only about 10 percent of the recovered items are museum-display quality, in part because antiquities excavated illegally get robbed of their identity. Without the original excavation context—which provides critical information allowing scholars to piece together a full picture of ancient cultures—ancient objects lose most of their significance, said Hiebert.

But that didn't lessen the significance for anyone involved in getting the Heathrow collection back home.

"Traditionally our work has focused on protecting human beings and ensuring their health and well-being," said Michael Meyer of the British Red Cross. "However, there has been increasing recognition of the deleterious effect on civilian populations when their cultural sites and property are destroyed."

Afghanistan has a cultural heritage that is among the world's richest. Crisscrossed by the Silk Road, the mountainous nation was a melting pot of ancient cultures and religions, a repository for precious objects from China, India, Egypt, Rome, and Greece. The 1979 Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, however, launched almost three decades of vicious fighting, turning the country from an archeologist's paradise into a nightmare.

Rocket attacks ravaged ancient sites and museums. Precious objects were stolen. Ai Khanoum, the 4th century B.C. settlement in northern Afghanistan and one of the primary cities of the Greco-Bactrian kingdom, was almost completely looted. In 2001, the Taliban blew up the giant 6th-century A.D. sandstone Buddhas in Bamiyan.

Today, the tragedy continues. Poor villagers lacking other sources of income use shovels and wheelbarrows to cart off precious objects from historic spots around the country, while criminal gangs smuggle the loot to Pakistan and onwards.

The Kabul government remains too cash-strapped, and too caught up fighting the Taliban-led insurgency, to do anything about it. (Afghanistan's own Ministry of Culture was the target of a suicide bomb attack last October.) And despite efforts to raise awareness among Pakistani customs and law enforcement officials, the situation is no better across the border.

Conflict zones like Iraq and Colombia are generally vulnerable to treasure hunters, but the extent of the pillaging in Afghanistan puts the country in a class of its own.

Airport of Antiquities

The vast majority of the thousands of artifacts confiscated every year at Heathrow, the world's busiest airport, come from Afghanistan, according to Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs Department (HMRC). And the Paris-based International Council of Museums (ICOM) believes that's just a fraction of the total quantity smuggled out of the country annually.

"The extent of the problem is very, very serious," said Jennifer Thévenot, who heads the fight against illicit traffic at ICOM.

Working with Masoudi, ICOM maintains a "Red List" of Afghan antiquities at risk that is distributed to museums, auction houses, border crossings, and customs points where there is known to be heavy illegal traffic.

Heathrow Airport is one such heavy traffic gateway, because many ancient Afghan objects trafficked through Pakistan get smuggled out on flights to the U.K.

Using the Red List as reference, HMRC agents started performing random searches on passengers arriving from Pakistan in 2002, finding thousands of ancient objects tucked into suitcases or hidden in false compartments. In many cases, antiquities are declared by arriving passengers, who falsely describe them or assign a low value on the declaration forms in order to hide the true nature of the goods.

Once they seize objects, HMRC agents work closely with experts from the British Museum and the U.K. Department for Culture, Media and Sport to determine their true identity and, if possible, to arrange their repatriation.

Hiebert calls repatriations like this one a critical part of Afghanistan's psychological healing.

"If we can use this transfer to put some Bronze Age and Islamic Age materials back on display," he said, "that will help repair the horrible looting that went on for 25 years."

Masoudi, who has previously welcomed back stolen artifacts from Switzerland, Denmark, and Norway, is calling on other nations to round up and return Afghan antiquities.

"Every time I see a piece return home, it is a meaningful moment, not just for me, but for all the museum staff," he said. "I feel like a parent recovering a lost child. I am very emotional when it arrives."

Lost Crusaders' Tunnels Found Near Palace on Malta

For centuries it's been said that the crusading Knights of Malta constructed an underground city on the Mediterranean island of Malta, sparking rumors of secret carriageways and military labyrinths. Now a tunnel network has been uncovered beneath the historic heart of the Maltese capital of Valletta, researchers say. But the tunnels—likely from an ahead-of-its-time water system—may render previous theories all wet.

The newfound tunnels are said to date back to the 16th and early 17th centuries, when the knights—one of the major Christian military orders of the 11th- to 13th-century Crusades—fortified Valletta against Muslim attack.

The tunnels were uncovered on February 24 during an archaeological survey of the city's Palace Square in advance of an underground-garage project.

"A lot of people say there are passages and a whole new city underground," said survey leader Claude Borg of the Valletta Rehabilitation Project. "But where are these underground tunnels? Do they exist?

"We've now found some of them, at least."

First Sign of Subterranean Valletta

Experts think the newly revealed tunnels—though tall enough to allow human passage—formed part of an extensive water system used to pipe vital supplies to the city.

The tunnels were found beneath Palace Square, opposite the Grandmaster's Palace. Once home to the leader of the Knights of Malta, the palace today houses Malta's legislature and the office of the Maltese president.

First, workers found what's believed to have been an underground reservoir just under the paving stones of Palace Square.

Near the bottom of the reservoir, some 40 feet (12 meters) down, they discovered a large opening in a reservoir wall—the entrance to a tunnel, which runs half the length of the square and connects to channels, some of which lead toward the palace.

Efforts to follow these branches have so far failed, as they were blocked off at some later date, Borg said.

Restoration architect Edward Said, of the Fondazzjoni Wirt Artna (Malta Heritage Trust), describes the discovery as "just the tip of the iceberg." Said suspects the tunnels formed part of a state-of-the-art plumbing system, complete with ancient passageways for access and maintenance.

Thousand-Year-Old Fighting Force

Also known as the Knights Hospitaller and the Order of St. John, the Knights of Malta, established in 1099, gained a formidable military reputation as enemies of Muslims during the Crusades, a series of Christian military campaigns that originally had the goal of capturing Jerusalem.

(Related: " Crusades, Islam Expansion Traced in Lebanon DNA.")

In 1530 Holy Roman Emperor Charles V offered the knights the island of Malta for the princely sum of one falcon a year.

The Christian order, though vastly outnumbered by Ottoman Turks, triumphed in the Great Siege of Malta in 1565.

The experience, though, inspired them to found the fortress city of Valletta on a high peninsula that was secure but lacking in natural water sources.

Water security was a major priority during the city's construction, the goal being to maintain the supply even during future sieges, according to Said.

"They soon realized that the rainwater and the wells they had were just not enough," he said.

Water was therefore transported to the city from valleys to the west via an aqueduct, the remains of which still stand.

The Palace Square location of the newfound tunnels supports the idea that the network was intended for water, the team said.

The tunnel apparently fed a grand fountain in Palace Square via the underground reservoir. The fountain was later moved when the British ruled the island, from 1814 to 1964.

"This fountain marked the very important achievement of getting water to the city," survey leader Borg said.

Centuries-old lead pipes and metal valves for operating the fountain have been found, according to Said. The tunnel's connecting branches may have included service passages used by the Knights' chief hydraulic engineer, or fontaniere.

"Together with his team, [the fontaniere] was in charge of monitoring and maintaining the fountains and conduits," Said added. "They were also responsible for switching off the fountains at night."

Knights of Sanitation

Other rumors of underground Valletta include a secret carriageway from the city to the palace of the Roman Catholic inquisitor—charged with rooting out heretics—under Valletta's harbor.

Such tales of secret military passages have more solid foundations, according to Said, since underground passages do run beneath the battlements protecting Valletta's landfront.

But Said suspects many of the subterranean legends spring from water-supply and drainage tunnels.

Valletta was hit by plague in the 17th century, when the 1340s Black Death epidemic still loomed in people's minds, he said.

"They wanted to make sure this problem never happened again," Said added.

In fact, the city's plumbing system was highly advanced for the 16th and 17th centuries, he noted.

By comparison, major cities like London and Vienna "were still wallowing in their own muck."

The Knights of Malta Today

In 1798 Napoleon banished the knights from Malta. Today, based in Rome but still called the Order of Malta, they are involved mainly in humanitarian enterprises.

Still, this month the Maltese government announced that, following the discoveries, the underground-garage plan has been shelved.

A new fountain, based on the original, is slated for the square, and Said is hopeful that the secret tunnels will eventually be opened to the public—one more reminder of the knights that still bear the island's name.

Earth Day Facts: When It Is, How It Began, What to Do

From not-so-humble beginnings in 1970, when 20 million participated across the U.S., Earth Day has grown into a global tradition, with a billion expected to take part in 2009. Find out when it is, how it started, how it's evolved, and what you can do.



Every day, the saying goes, is Earth Day. But it's popularly celebrated on April 22. Why?

One persistent rumor holds that April 22 was chosen because it's the birthday of Vladimir Lenin, the founder of the Soviet Union.

"Lenin's goal was to destroy private property and this goal is obviously shared by environmentalists," the Capitalism Magazine Web site noted in a 2004 article perpetuating the theory.

Kathleen Rogers, president of Washington, D.C.-based Earth Day Network, which was founded by the original organizers of Earth Day, scoffs at the rumored communist connection.

She said April 22, 1970, was chosen for the first Earth Day in part because it fell on a Wednesday, the best part of the week to encourage a large turnout for the environmental rallies held across the country.

"It worked out perfectly, because everybody was at work and they all left," she said.

In fact, more than 20 million people across the U.S. are estimated to have participated in that first Earth Day.

(PICTURES: The First Earth Day--Bell-Bottoms and Gas Masks.)

Earth Day is now celebrated every year by more than a billion people in 180 nations around the world, according to Rogers.

Mad People and a Frustrated Politician

Earth Day's history is rooted in 1960s activism. The environment was in visible ruins and people were mad, according to Rogers.

"It wasn't uncommon in some cities during rush hour to be standing on a street corner and not be able to see across the street" because of pollution, she said.

Despite the anger, green issues were absent from the U.S. political agenda, which frustrated U.S. Senator Gaylord Nelson of Wisconsin, whose campaigns for the environment through much of the 1960s had fallen flat.

First Earth Day "Took off Like Gangbusters"

In 1969 Nelson hit on the idea of an environmental protest modeled after anti-Vietnam War demonstrations called teach-ins.

"It took off like gangbusters. Telegrams, letters, and telephone inquiries poured in from all across the country," Nelson recounted in an essay shortly before he died in July 2005 at 89.

"The American people finally had a forum to express its concern about what was happening to the land, rivers, lakes, and air—and they did so with spectacular exuberance."

Nelson recruited activist Denis Hayes to organize the April 22, 1970, teach-in, which today is sometimes credited for launching the modern environmental movement.

By the end of 1970, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency had been born, and efforts to improve air and water quality were gaining political traction.

"It was truly amazing what happened," Rogers said. "Blocks just tumbled."

Earth Day Evolves

Amy Cassara is a senior associate at the World Resources Institute in Washington, D.C., who analyzes global environmental trends.

She noted that, since Earth Day started, environmentalism has moved from a fringe issue to a mainstream concern. "As many as 80 percent of Americans describe themselves as environmentalists," Cassara said.

Environmental issues today, however, are less immediate than dirty air, toxic water, and a hole in the ozone layer, she added.

For example, the impacts of global climate change are largely abstract and difficult to explain "without coming off as a doomsday prognosticator," Cassara said.

"As we become more industrialized and our supply chains become less transparent, it can be more difficult to understand the environmental consequences of our actions," she noted.

Earth Day Network is pushing the Earth Day movement from single-day actions—such as park cleanups and tree-planting parties—to long-term commitments.

"Planting a tree, morally and poetically, requires taking care of it for a really long time, not just sticking it in the ground," Earth Day Network's Rogers said.

To help make the transition, the organization is aligned with a hundred thousand schools around the world, integrating projects with an environmental component into the year-round curriculum.

"They announce the results on Earth Day, so Earth Day becomes a moment in time," Rogers said.

Cassara, of the World Resources Institute, said her organization uses Earth Day to convene with leaders in the movement and assess progress in their campaigns.

"[Earth Day] doesn't raise awareness among the general public in the same way that it used to. But it still provides a benchmark for reflection among those of us in the environmental community," she said.

What to Do on Earth Day?

For those whose inner environmentalist speaks loudest on April 22, Earth Day Network's Rogers encourages them to make a public commitment to take an environmental action.

"We are headed for a billion commitments to do something green," Rogers said. "And that doesn't mean think about it—it means do something."

Commitment ideas promoted by the Earth Day Network include pledging to educate friends and family on global warming or buy green products such as energy-saving compact fluorescent light bulbs (CFLs).

The commitments are part of a yearlong initiative called the Green Generation, which leads up to the 40th anniversary of Earth Day in 2010.

(See pictures of quirky Earth Day stunts.)

According to Rogers, everyone is part of this generation, which marks the transition from the industrial revolution to the green revolution.

"It is also about the green generation of energy and the generation of green jobs. ... The name [Green Generation], whenever I say it to people, they have their own idea of what it means, which is exactly what we want."

Ang Kuwento ni Tita by tbdtbd925

Si tita ay isang katulong sa isang naaangat na pamilya sa aming bayan. medyo maliit na babae, kayumangging kaligatan, mahaba ang buhok, magiliw at masayahin at me hitsura. katunayan ay maraming nanliligaw din at nagpapalipad-hangin.

ang bahay na pinaglilingkuran ni tita ay gawa sa kawayan at kahoy at pawid gaya ng karamihan, at karaniwan din ang pagkakagawa. ang naiiba lamang dito, me dalawang punong akasya sa harap nito at ang likod at nasa inukang bundok. alalaong baga, naiipit ang bahay sa kalsada na may dalawang akasya at uka ng bundok sa ginawa para mapantay ang pagkakatayo ng bahay.

isang gabi, nagluluto si tita sa kusina nila na nakaharap sa bundok nang me lumipad papasok na bato sa kusina. di naman malaki ang bato, gangga-holen lamang pero pumasok sa pagitan ng sala-salang kawayang pampigil sa pagpasok ng pusa (at tao na rin syempre) sa itaas ang dinding ng kusina. gumulong ang maliit na bato sa sahig na kawayan, at tiningnan lamang ni tita iyon. pamaya-maya ay naulit uli, at dalawa nang bato ang pumasok.

ang ginawa ni tita ay tinapos agad ang pagluluto at lumabas na ng kusina. di na naulit ang pambabato, kaya naghain na siya at kumain na silang lahat. di na isinumbong ni tita sa mga amo ang pangyayari.

gayunman, nang sumunod na gabi, ay muling may nambato sa ganoon ding paraan, nguni't mas marami na ang mga bato. tumakbo si tita sa labas at ikinuwento na sa amo ang nangyari. ang ginawa nila ay nakiramdam, at nang maulit ang pambabato ay sinugod ng amo niyang lalaki ang likuran ng bahay upang mapagsino ang nambabato. wala siyang nakitang tao. ni kaluskos ng tumatakbo ay wala siyang narinig. kaya lumayo siya ng kaunti sa bahay at nagbantay, nguni't wala nang nambato uli. naging palaisipan sa pamilya ang mga pangyayari.

nguni't nang makaitlong gabi, habang nagpiprito si tita sa kusina, umulan ng bato papasok. takbo si tita palabas sa sala na namumutla, dahil sumunod sa kanyang kilos ang mga bato at tinamaan siya ng ilan. pumapasok ang mga bato nang tila lalampas sa kanya, pero aarko pabalik ang lipad nito para tamaan siya. sa katunayan, ilang pirasong batong humabol sa kanya ang bumagsak pa sa sala, na pinulot naman ng isang maestrong nandoon upang makibantay din. inilagay ng maestro ang maliit na bato sa kahon ng posporo at ibinulsa. muli, takbo ang amo ni tita sa likod-bahay dala ang flashlight at itak, nguni't wala din siyang nakita at naramdamang tao o anuman.

lumayo ang lalaki at nagmatyag sa likod-bahay. nang maramdaman niyang bumalik si tita sa kusina, naging alisto na siya, at kitang-kita niya kung paano na ang mga batong maliliit ay lumilipad ng tila kusa lamang, papasok sa kusina nang hindi man lamang tumatama sa nakaharang na mga pirasong kawayan, gayong maliliit ang mga butas nitong pampigil sa pagpasok ng pusa. at namangha siya nang makitang walang nambabato, subali't may batong ibinabato! mabilis siyang lumapit sa pinanggagalingan ng mga bato, pero wala talagang tao! pumasok na lamang siya ng bahay na namamangha at kinikilabutan.

naging usap-usapan sa lugar ang mga pangyayari, dahil kahit na ang batong nasa loob ng kahon ng psoporo at bulsa ng maestro ay nawala ng walang gumagalaw or kumuha sinuman sa kanila sa pamilya! gayundin ang mga batong ibinato sa loob ng bahay: nawala ng hindi nililinis ninuman!

upang malinawan ang mga pangyayari, kumausap sila ng isang albularyong kararating lamang mula sa kabilang bayan, at ito ang nag-imbestiga kumbaga. napag-alamang ang nambabato pala ay mga duwendeng nakatira sa bundok, at nais makipag-kaibigan kay tita. tinatawag nila ang pansin nito sa pamamagitan ng pagbato sa kanya.

pinakiusapan naman ng albularyo ang mga laman-lupa na huwag nang gambalain si tita, dahil hindi siya maaaring makipag-kaibigan sa kanila. aniya ay hindi nila kauri si tita at matatakot lamang ito sa kanila. napahinuhod naman ang mga duwende, at mula noon ay di na naulit pa ang pambabato. pagkaraan ang maikling panahon ay umalis na rin si tita sa paglilingkod sa bahay na iyon, at nangibang-bayan. malaon ay di na rin namin nabalitaan ang kanyang kanyang naging kapalaran.

ang kuwento ni tita ay matagal ding naging paksa ng mga kuwentuhan sa bayan namin. ang mga hindi naniniwala ay itinuturo lamang sa maestrong nagpapatunay na nawala ang bato nang hindi kinukuha sa bulsa at kahon ng posporo. dahil lubos na iginagalang pa ang gma maestro noon, di mapasubalian ang kanyang salita sa bagay na iyon.

matagal nang nangyari ang kuwento ni tita, namayapa na rin ang kanyang amo, at matagal na ring nakatayo ang bagong bahay ng pamilya. subali't ang kuwento ni tita ay naaala ko pa rin minsan-minsan tuwing makikita ko ang bundok sa likod at ang natirang akasya sa harap ng bahay.

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Una ko siyang nakita, pare, noong enrolment. Di naman siya kagandahan sa katunayan, average din ang height, medyo lang maputi nang hindi naman mestisahin. Pero makinis ang kutis niya at mahaba ang buhok, na siyang unang tumawag ng pansin ko. Partial kasi ako sa mahabang buhok, na para sa akin ay simbolo ng isang babaeng masinop at matiyaga. Kaya lagi akong nakatingin sa kanya habang nakapila kami. Buti na lang nauuna siya sa akin kaya nakatalikod, pero siguro ay nag-iinit ang batok niya sa katitingin ko. Paminsan-minsan ay lumilinga din siya, pero dahil lahat ng nakasunod sa kanya ay nakatingin din pag lumingon siya, pare, di niya matiyak kung sino ang laging nakatingin sa kanya. O maaari rin namang lahat kami ay nagagandahan sa kanya kaya lahat nakatingin.

Kaya ang tuwa ko nang malamang kaklase ko pala siya sa ilang subjects, at sa isa ay katabi ko pa ng upuan dahil magkasunod sa lista ang apelyido namin. De Villa ako, siya naman ay
de Vivarre, Ederlyn. Pambihirang pangalan at apelyido, pero me indayog pag binigkas. Ederlyn de Vivarre…very nice, no?

At eto pa. Nang medyo magkapalagayan na kami, nalaman kong magkalapit-bayan lang kami, pare, at alam ko ang lugar nila. Di kalayuan iyon sa amin --- mga sampung kilometro lang— konti pa ang nakatira dahil medyo liblib, pero me kalsada na papunta doon. Samakatuwid ay maaari siyang puntahan kung kinakailangan, bagay na sa una pa lang ay may kutob na akong di maglalaon ay kakailanganin nga.

Paano ba naman, mabilis pa sa alas-kuwatro e naramdaman ko agad na umiibig ako sa kanya. At di lang basta crush o infatuation anuman ang mga iyon, pare, kundi iyong pag-ibig na sinasabi ng mga makata, iyong masidhi, marubdob, na makagagawa ka ng tula kahit di ka makata dahil ang tingin mo sa lahat ng bagay ay kaaya-aya pag nandiyan siya. At kung wala naman ay para kang namatayan ng kaibigang kababata na kalaro-laro mo na mula pa noong hindi pa kayo nagpapantalon. Hindi ka kumpleto; hindi buo ang mundo mo. Kulang sa elemento. Hungkag. Basta ganun. Mahirap ipaliwanag, e. Sabi nga, dinaranas lang daw ang pag-ibig, hindi ipinaliliwanag dahil hindi kaya. Experienced, not explained, sabi daw.

Bakit nga ba ganoon, ano? Kung ang pag-ibig ay nasa puso, bakit ulo ang nasisira? Dahil para akong sira-ulo talaga pag wala siya, lalo sa weekend o holiday na walang pasok. Sabik na sabik akong makita siya, halimbawa, sa classroom, tapos di siya darating. Punebre na sa akin ang buong maghapon na iyon. Buryong akong di maintindihan, galit na wala naming kinagagalitan, bwisit sa lahat nang wala namang dahilan.

Sa weekend naman o holiday na alam kong walang pasok at di ko siya makikita, kung pwede lang ay hilahin ko ang mga oras para bumilis ang pagdaan ng araw. Gusto ko lagi nang bukas na, para makita ko na siya. Minsan naman ay idinadaan ko sa panonood ng sine para malibang, pero di ko naman maintindihan ang istorya ng pinanonood ko. Siya lagi ang nasa isip ko: ang mukha niya nasa aking balintataw, ang boses niya naririnig ko, pati ang halimuyak ng shampoo niya naaamoy ko. Magkaminsan nga ay kinakausap ko siya kahit na wala siya, at ini-imagine ko ang mga sagot niya. Wala din ako sa realidad kapag wala siya. Ganoon ako kabu-ang dahil sa kanya, pare.

O kaya ay idinadaan ko sa tulog ang maghapon. Kaya lang pag napaidlip ako sa araw, me insomnia naman ako sa gabi. Pabiling-biling sa higaan, di mapapikit. Natuto na rin akong manigarilyo dahil doon. Kaya siguro pati lamok sa amin nagka-kanser dahil sa sigarilyo ko. Nangonti e.

Pero hindi iyon ang problema, pare. Actually, ang pinakaproblema ko ay paano ko sasabihin sa kanya na mahal ko siya, na gusto ko siyang maging girlfriend, nang hindi niya iisiping sinamantala ko ang pagiging magkaibigan o magkababayan namin. Iyong maniwala siya na talagang mahal ko siya at hindi biru-biro ang inilalahad kong pag-ibig. Ganoon pala iyon, ano? Pag talagang pagmamahal ang nararamdaman mo alalang-alala ka na baka mamis-interpret ang damdamin mo. Takot kang mawala o masayang ang pag-ibig mo pag hindi ginanti, kaya ingat na ingat ka sa bawat hakbangin. Parang mas gusto mo pang mabuhay sa pansamantalang mundo ng imahinasyon ng inyong pagmamahalan, kesa sa realidad ng kasalukuyan, sa katotohanang wala ka pang ginagawa para sa sinasabi mong pag-ibig. Matagal ako sa ganoong lagay, pare.

Hanggang finally nasabi ko rin ang dapat sabihin. Kasi patapos na ang semester, bakasyunan na ilang araw na lang, kaya kung di ko sasabihin, kalbaryo sa akin ang mga susunod na panahon. So gumawa ako ng maikling sulat at saka pasalising isiningit ito sa libro niya minsang magkatabi kami ng upuan. Andap ang kalooban ko kinabukasan, pero ni hindi siya tumingin sa akin. Patay, sabi ko. Nagalit yata sa kapangahasan ko. E takot naman akong lapitan siya at baka singhalin ako, magmukha akong basang sisiw. Maaawa ako sa sarili ko; o magagalit sa kanya. Ayaw ko alinman doon, kaya sa loob ng isang linggong naiiwan bago bakasyon, pare, para kaming hindi magkakilala: hindi siya tumitingin sa akin, hindi ko rin siya kinakausap. Ang hirap pala ng ganoon, para akong may patong na singkaw sa kalabaw. Ang bigat ng damdamin ko, na hindi ko naman mailabas. Hindi ko alam kung paano ako nakaraos sa araw-araw noon. Ang alam ko lang wala akong maalala sa mga sinabi ng lahat ng professors namin bago kami maghiwa-hiwalay.

Nang huling araw na ng eskuwela, desperado na ako kung ano ang gagawin ko para lang di kami magkalayong may samaan ng loob. Ang sabi ko sa sarili ko, pare, kakausapin ko siya anuman ang mangyari, hihingi ako ng patawad, pasensiya, at parusa kung kailangan, magbati lang uli kami. Maging magkaibigan uli kami. Kahit hanggang doon lang, okay na sa akin. Saka na iyang pag-ibig pag-ibig na iyang lintik. Titiisin ko na lang, susupilin ko ang nararamdaman ko, magkukunwari ako habampanahon, mabalik lang sa dati ang samahan namin. Di bale nang masira ang ulo ko sa ganoon, pare, kasi pag hindi lalo lang mabilis masisira ang tuktok ko.

Kaya lang bago ako nakakilos para lumapit sa kanya, nasa harap ko na siya. At bago ako nakahuma, iniabot niya ang isang nakatiklop na papel sa akin sabay sabing, “Mamaya mo basahin pag nakaalis na ako.” Tinanggap ko ang papel, at pag-angat ng ulo ko nakatalikod na siya. Ni ha, ni ho, wala akong nasabi, pare. Iyong mga salitang pinag-aralan kong maigi para sabihin sa kanya, nawalang lahat. Ang pagluhog ko ng patawad, ang mga pakiusap na pinag-isipan kong mabuti paano sabihin, di ko na naalala. Ang sa aking isip noon ay katuwaan, dahil kinausap niya ako! Hindi siya totoong galit! Buhay na uli ako! Masaya na uli ang mundo! Parang gusto kong maglulundag sa tuwa noon, at kung hindi nagdatingan ang mga estudyante sa susunod na period naglulundag talaga ako sa tuwa. Dahil napakagaan ng pakiramdam ko. Dahil hindi galit si Ederlyn!

Binuklat ko ang papel. Sulat. Magkita daw kami malapit sa bahay nila. Alas seis y media ng gabi, 17 April. Merong may birthday sa kanila, at bisita niya ako. Alam mo, pare, iyon lamang ang panahong hindi ko ininda ang mabagal na pag-usad ng mga araw.

Sa madali’t sabi ay dumating ako sa tipanan sa eksaktong oras. Di ko pa nai-stand ang motor na hiniram ko ay dumating na si Ederlyn sakay ng tila tiburin, hila ng isang abuhing kabayo. Pagtapat sa akin, sinabi niya, “Sakay na.” Pag-upo ko ay pinitik niya ang renda at umarya na kami.

Di naman nagtagal pumasok kami sa isang malawak na bakurang may isang medyo makalumang bahay, na ni sa hinuha ay di ko naisip na meron sa lugar na iyon. Sinalubong kami ng isang mag-asawang medyo mestisuhin, matatangkad at dilawin ang buhok, na ipinakilala ni Ederlyn na mga magulang niya. Malugod naman akong tinanggap ng dalawa at inanyayahang pumasok.

Sa loob, ang bulwagan ay puno ng mga bisitang may edad na rin ang iba, nguni’t mayroon ding mga kabataang tulad ko. Ang napansin ko agad, pare, ay tila lahat sila ay mestisuhin tulad ng magulang ni Ederlyn, at ako lamang yata ang Indio sa gitna ng mga Kastila. Pero dahil magaan naman ang pakikitungo nila sa akin ay nalimutan ko kalaunan na ako ang naiiba at hindi sila. Kuwentuhan, tawanan, biruan, at tampok ako ng mga tanong tungkol sa buhay. Saglit din naming naitanong ko sa sarili ko kung bakit ganoon ang kanilang mga tanong: ano raw pakiramdam ng isang nag-aaral sa unibersidad, ano ang kotse, bus at jeep; at iba pa sa ganoong tema. Parang hindi nila alam ang makabagong pamumuhay na karaniwan na sa atin. Sa loob-loob ko naman, pare, baka lang malayo sila sa karaniwang buhay kaya hindi nila alam ang mga ito. Sa paano’t-paano man, di ko na rin pinag-aksayahan ng isip bakit. Sumabay na lang ako sa tempo ng gabi.

Habang nagkukuwentuhan kami o tinatanong ako --- na mas madalas-- may nag-aalok din ng pagkain: pastilyas, prutas, kendi, at isang parang biko o sinokmani. Kain din ako, pare, natural, nguni’t pinipili ko lang iyong mga kulay puting pagkain. Di ko alam kung bakit. Ang iba ay kumakain ng pagkaing pula o madilim na abuhin ang kulay, pero automatic iyong mga puti ang kinukuha ko. Masarap din, kahit medyo iba ang lasa kesa sa karaniwan nating pagkain.

Nag-enjoy ako sa umpukan, hindi dahil ako ang star, kundi dahil masaya ang lahat. Parang walang mga problema. Pati nga si Ederlyn madalas ay hindi ko alam kung ano ang ginagawa at kung nasaan. Tuwing makikita ko naman ay nakangiti kaya alam ko walang problema kaming dalawa. Sa kalaunan ay nakiumpok na rin siya sa amin ng matagal-tagal, at nang magkapuwang ay sinabing magpaalam na ako sa lahat at ihahatid na niya ako sa labas. Napansin ko ngang ang iba ay tila nagpapaalam na, kaya’t wala rin akong tutol. Pamaya-maya nga ay nagpaalam na ako sa mga magulang ni Ederlyn, at sinabing enjoy talaga ako sa gabing iyon. Natutuwa naman daw sila doon, at binilinan pa akong bumalik kung gusto ko. Anytime daw, dahil ang mga kaibigan ni Ederlyn ay kaibigan na rin nila. Pero bago pa humaba ang paalaman ay sinaklit na ako ni Ederlyn sa braso, at nagmamadaling hinila palabas.

Hindi na niya kinuha pa ang tiburin, pare, at naglakad na lamang kami ng mabilis papuntang gate ng bakuran. Tatanungin ko sana bakit ganoon siya kaapurado, pero di ko pa naibubuka ang bibig ko ay sinabihan na niya akong huwag na akong magtanong. Basta magbilis na lang ng lakad, na ginagawa ko na nga.

Pagdating namin ng gate ay sinamahan niya ako palabas ng kaunti, hinalikan sa pisngi, at binilinang mag-ingat, sabay pasok sa loob nguni’t tumayo lamang sa kabila ng mga rehas na bakal. Pagtingin ko sa Silangan ay nakita kong halos puputok na ang araw, kaya hinintay ko munang sumungaw iyon sa kabila ng mga bundok. Pagkuwa’y nilingon ko sa Ederlyn upang magpaalam bago lumakad papunta sa motor nang mapatda ako: wala si Ederlyn, wala ang gate, wala ang bahay, wala ang bakuran! Ang nakikita ko ay bahagi ng gubat na may malaki at mayabong na kahoy sa gitna! Kinusot ko ang mga mata ko, nguni’t hindi nagbago ang larawan sa harap ko. Nangalisag ang aking balahibo, at tumakbo na ako! Tumakbo nang tumakbong nagsisisigaw!

Pagmulat ng mga mata ko ay napagtanto ko agad na nasa sariling kwarto na ako, at gutom. Bago pa ako nakatayo ay pumasok na si Inang, na bumubulalas ng pasalamat sa Panginoon at gising na ako. Nang tanungin ko kung bakit ay nagkuwento na habang pinakakain ako.

Tatlong araw na raw akong nawawala –hindi ako umuwi mula noong gabing nanghiram ako ng motor—nang matagpuan ako sa pinag-iwanan ko ng motorsiklo. Tila nababaliw daw ako noon, ligaw ang mga tingin, di nakakakilala ng tao, inaapoy ng lagnat at may binabanggit lagi na pangalan daw yata ng babae. Mabuti daw at may nagmagandang-loob na iuwi ako sa amin, pare, kung hindi ay hindi nila malalaman kung ano ang nangyari sa akin.

Isang linggo naman daw akong me lagnat, at hindi malaman ng doktor na tumingin sa akin kung ano talaga ang dahilan ng lagnat ko. Ang albularyo naman, ayon kay Inang, ay iisa lang ang binanggit: may nakatuwa sa akin. Pero lagi namang ganoon ang sinasabi ng mga albularyo, di ba?

Ayon pa kay Inang ay humupa lamang ang lagnat ko at dagli akong gumaling nang mapasakamay ko ang isang sobre na inihatid ng isang batang hindi nila kilala at mukhang estranghero sa lugar. Basta lang daw iniabot ang sobre nang matiyak na dito nga ako, at umalis na. Ni hindi nagpakilala o nagsabi kanino galing ang sobre. Nilingon ko ang sobre, nasa ibabaw ng lamesita sa tabi ng hinihigan ko. Ibinigay ni Inang ang sobre sa akin. Puti. Blangko maliban sa pangalan ko sa ibabaw.

Pag-alis ni Inang ay binuksan ko ang sobre. Sulat ni Ederlyn. “Alex. Kami man ay marunong ding magmahal. Ederlyn”.

Natawa na lamang ako ng marahan.

19SP07

Why Girls Shouldn't Cheat On Boys

There once was a guy named Jack who had a girlfriend called Ashley. She was the most popular girl in school. The three most popular guys were Tom, Marcus and Jack. Ashley thought Jack was okay, but she really liked Marcus, who liked her, just like every heterosexual guy at the school. Marcus and Jack were archenemies. Marcus repeatedly stole Ashley away from Jack.

One warm Friday, Marcus asked Ashley out to the movies. Jack was eavesdropping and knew when and where they were going.

Later that night, Jack snuck into the seat behind Marcus and Ashley. Jack watched them put arms around each others' shoulder, then hug... then kiss... then PASH!
"Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?" said Ashley.
"Hell yeah!" said Marcus.

Jack followed the couple home. He watched Marcus and Ashley have sex. Then, Jack ran away home. He didn't want to see any more.

On Monday, Jack didn't come to school. At lunch, all the popular kids at school were having their usual coversation.
"Where's Jack?" asked Tom.
"I dunno, probably crying at home because he didn't get to go out with Ashley last night!" said Marcus. Everybody laughed. Marcus had a way of making people laugh. Only the three of them were there. It felt really weird. Jack had never been away from school in his entire life according to Tom.
"Well I never did really break up with him except by text on Saturday!" Ashley added. Both the guys laughed again. It seemed really weird to have such a popular group with only three people in it that day. But that's because it was no ordinary day.

The next day, Jack didn't show up to school either.
Or the next day...
Or on Thursday...
Or that Friday for that matter.

On Saturday, Tom kept trying to ring Jack to see if he could come over, but his phone was switched off. He walked up to his house and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Then he remembered that Jack's parents were commercial airline pilots and they had to work every day so they wouldn't be there. He knocked again, but there was no answer. So Tom figured that Jack must be out, however there was no answer for the rest of the day.

He did the same on Sunday, but he wasn't there all day and he knew that Jack was rarely allowed out at night. Especially when there was school the next day. So Tom sadly rode his bike home at 6 which was his last attempt.

The next day at assembly, the principal had told them that this week the year 12s had to stay back for a special assembly. It was their last assembly and they had Block Exams to do. Why did they have to stay back? The whole year was shocked when they saw Jack's mum walk in.
"Kids," she sighed. "I have made a special announcement because one of our school members has died 1 week before graduation. Yes, I know. You probably all know Jack Halagey. Yesterday when I came back from a stressful flight to Bangkok and back, I searched for Jack, called the police and found his dead body in his closet. They carbon dated it to be about a week old. There was a note next to it, and I suggest that if you do not like these kind of themes that you leave now."

Some people in the assembly left, but only for religious reasons or the fact that they wanted more study time which they should have been doing for the past 2 months.

"Okay," said Jack's mum. "The note said...

My dearest Ashley,
I watched you at the movie theatre and at Marcus's house and I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me.I really loved you, Ashley. I died for you just like Jesus died for the Christians.

Always with you,
Jack."

Then came the usual tears after that story. The principal walked up to the microphone.
"Thank you Margret Halagey for sharing that sad story with the year 12s. That concludes this week's assembly, year 12 is now dismissed."