- charlene said...
- I can be created by humans, but they cannot control me. I suck on wood, paper and flesh alike. I can be more of a hindrance than help. To my creators, I seem to be everywhere at once. What am I? Answer: A baby
- November 26, 2010 6:36 PM
"LITERATURE"
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Sa Gabi ng Isang Piyon (In the Night of a Peon) is a Tagalog poem written by Lamberto E. Antonio in 1946. It is about the life of a Filipi...
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***PHILIPPINE LITERATURE UNDER THE SPANISH COLONIZATION*** When it comes from the backgr...
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Emmanuel Torres won the Outstanding Young Men award for literature in 1961, started the Ateneo Arts Club in the same year, and was curator o...
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DEAD STARS by Paz Marquez Benitez THROUGH the open window the air-steeped outdoors passed into his room, quietly ...
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The Boy Who Became a Stone Tinguian FOLK TALE One day a little boy named Elonen sat out in the yard making a bird snare, and as he worke...
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assignment Ever wondered why there has to be a moon at night? Aren’t stars enough to light the skies at night? And with today’s technology ...
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A New Yorker in Tondo by: Juan Torres "New Yorker in Tondo" is a classic Filipino Play by Marcelino Agana, Jr. It is a satire w...
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Ang langgam ang pinakamasinop na insekto. Hindi siya tumitigil sa paghahanap ng pagkain para sa panahon ng tag-ulan. Ang mayabang ...
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Igorot epic poetry After a long journey without feeling tired. Aliguyon had never been beaten in any fight or battle. He could catch an...
Friday, November 26, 2010
''RIDDLES''
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