Wednesday, December 8, 2010
karenjanecombine.blogspot.com: Riddles and My Reflection
karenjanecombine.blogspot.com: Riddles and My Reflection: "Riddles reflect much in our life.It sharpens our mind and exercise our brain as well.It maybe in forms of games, puzzles, and soon and so fo..."
Riddles and My Reflection
Riddles reflect much in our life.It sharpens our mind and exercise our brain as well.It maybe in forms of games, puzzles, and soon and so forth. What matter most is it reflects our life and our everyday living. It also depend of what is the character of the riddle maker posses too.What kind of work do they have and what kind of work they mostly deals with.Let just say, a riddle maker was a fisherman, of course that individual may deal with the riddle which may answer a lot of things or maybe creature that can be found in the sea.A Carpenter either, a thing that they mostly seen or be deal in their works.A good example of that is the riddle which answer's "cabinet".
It is a part of our daily living, it can get our boredom and enable as think of many ideas that can widen our thoughts.It also represents of What kind of culture do we have.A riddle can be compare to a persons problem of how a person can manage to solve it or just going to escape it or just surrender.Just like riddles some will urge to answer it and some just want to know the answer without thinking.
It also reflects of What does one individual behavior, if that individual is wise or lazy, enough for us to identify if who they are.At lastly, we just have to understand it so that we will be able to know the answer.
riddle:
if there are 3 people in a room and the door is locked and all the have in the room is a baseball bat, a stick, and a painno and each can only use one item. how would they get out?
A.
stick-break the stick in 2, 2 halfs make a whole baseball bat- 3 strikes your out piano-take out one of the keys and unlock the door.
riddle#2
you can't see me in a day. but you can see me during night time, once in a month,not in a year, twice in a moment and once in a lifetime..
What am i?
A.
Letter "M".
It is a part of our daily living, it can get our boredom and enable as think of many ideas that can widen our thoughts.It also represents of What kind of culture do we have.A riddle can be compare to a persons problem of how a person can manage to solve it or just going to escape it or just surrender.Just like riddles some will urge to answer it and some just want to know the answer without thinking.
It also reflects of What does one individual behavior, if that individual is wise or lazy, enough for us to identify if who they are.At lastly, we just have to understand it so that we will be able to know the answer.
riddle:
if there are 3 people in a room and the door is locked and all the have in the room is a baseball bat, a stick, and a painno and each can only use one item. how would they get out?
A.
stick-break the stick in 2, 2 halfs make a whole baseball bat- 3 strikes your out piano-take out one of the keys and unlock the door.
riddle#2
you can't see me in a day. but you can see me during night time, once in a month,not in a year, twice in a moment and once in a lifetime..
What am i?
A.
Letter "M".
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
LIT001 folksongs
Magtanim ay di biro
Maghapong nakayuko
Di naman makatayo
Di naman makaupo
Bisig ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.
Kay-pagkasawing-palad
Ng inianak sa hirap,
Ang bisig kung di iunat,
Di kumita ng pilak. Sa umagang pagkagising
Lahat ay iisipin
Kung saan may patanim
May masarap na pagkain.
Halina, halina, mga kaliyag,
Tayo'y magsipag-unat-unat.
Magpanibago tayo ng lakas
Para sa araw ng bukas
(Braso ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.)
http://www.opmpinoy.com/opm-magtanim-ay-di-biro-lyrics-10414.html
Maghapong nakayuko
Di naman makatayo
Di naman makaupo
Bisig ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.
Kay-pagkasawing-palad
Ng inianak sa hirap,
Ang bisig kung di iunat,
Di kumita ng pilak. Sa umagang pagkagising
Lahat ay iisipin
Kung saan may patanim
May masarap na pagkain.
Halina, halina, mga kaliyag,
Tayo'y magsipag-unat-unat.
Magpanibago tayo ng lakas
Para sa araw ng bukas
(Braso ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.)
http://www.opmpinoy.com/opm-magtanim-ay-di-biro-lyrics-10414.html
LIT001 folksongs
Magtanim ay di biro
Maghapong nakayuko
Di naman makatayo
Di naman makaupo
Bisig ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.
Kay-pagkasawing-palad
Ng inianak sa hirap,
Ang bisig kung di iunat,
Di kumita ng pilak. Sa umagang pagkagising
Lahat ay iisipin
Kung saan may patanim
May masarap na pagkain.
Halina, halina, mga kaliyag,
Tayo'y magsipag-unat-unat.
Magpanibago tayo ng lakas
Para sa araw ng bukas
(Braso ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.)
Maghapong nakayuko
Di naman makatayo
Di naman makaupo
Bisig ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.
Kay-pagkasawing-palad
Ng inianak sa hirap,
Ang bisig kung di iunat,
Di kumita ng pilak. Sa umagang pagkagising
Lahat ay iisipin
Kung saan may patanim
May masarap na pagkain.
Halina, halina, mga kaliyag,
Tayo'y magsipag-unat-unat.
Magpanibago tayo ng lakas
Para sa araw ng bukas
(Braso ko'y namamanhid
Baywang ko'y nangangawit.
Binti ko'y namimintig
Sa pagkababad sa tubig.)
karenjanecombine.blogspot.com: LIT001 Myths
karenjanecombine.blogspot.com: LIT001 Myths: "The First Garlic There once lived a beautiful maiden whose mother arranged to be married to the son of one of the richest datus in the land..."
LIT001 Myths
The First Garlic
There once lived a beautiful maiden whose mother arranged to be married to the son of one of the richest datus in the land. She was so lovely that a rival suitor murdered her fiance. That rival was, in turn, killed by the dead fiance's loyal slave.
As news of the double-deaths spread, the young maiden runs up a sacred mountain and implores Bathala to take her away so that her beautiful face will no longer cause any future killings.
She gets zapped by lightning.
Her mother buries her and grieves, watering her grave with tears.
One day, the mother sees some grass-like plants sprouting on top of her dead daughter's graves. Thinking it was some useless weed, she pulls it out and sees seeds that look like her dead daughter's teeth.
She hears a supernatural voice boom: "Those are your daughter's teeth."
She gives thanks, knowing this is Bathala's way of giving her something that will remind her of her daughter. She plants the seeds all over her land to spread the memory of her daughter, and that's how the garlic plant began.
http://www.read-legends-and-myths.com/first-garlic.html
There once lived a beautiful maiden whose mother arranged to be married to the son of one of the richest datus in the land. She was so lovely that a rival suitor murdered her fiance. That rival was, in turn, killed by the dead fiance's loyal slave.
As news of the double-deaths spread, the young maiden runs up a sacred mountain and implores Bathala to take her away so that her beautiful face will no longer cause any future killings.
She gets zapped by lightning.
Her mother buries her and grieves, watering her grave with tears.
One day, the mother sees some grass-like plants sprouting on top of her dead daughter's graves. Thinking it was some useless weed, she pulls it out and sees seeds that look like her dead daughter's teeth.
She hears a supernatural voice boom: "Those are your daughter's teeth."
She gives thanks, knowing this is Bathala's way of giving her something that will remind her of her daughter. She plants the seeds all over her land to spread the memory of her daughter, and that's how the garlic plant began.
http://www.read-legends-and-myths.com/first-garlic.html
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