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Ang Pipit na Hindi Marunong Umawit



Sa isang mataas na puno ng sampalok

Lumabas sa isang itlog ang isang kakaibang pipit.

Dahil habang ang kanyang mga kapatid ay sabik na sa awit,

Ibang tinig ang lumalabas sa kanyang bibig,

Tweeek. Tweek. Tweeek.


Nalungkot ang batang pipit.

Hindi kasi siya marunong umawit.

Hindi maganda ang kanyang tinig,

kahit pa anung gawin niyang pilit.


Napansin ng ina ang kanyang kalungkutan.

“Anak, bakit ka nalulungkot? Dahil ba ikaw ay hindi katulad nila?”


“Inay, Hindi po ako marunong kumanta?” sabi ng pipit.

“Paano ko po kayo mapapasaya?”


“Hindi naman lahat ng ibon ay napisa para umawit,” paliwanag ng Ina.

“May iba-iba tayong galing na makakapagpasaya sa iba.”


Kaya’t isinama ng ina ang batang pipit sa paglipad

Nakita nila ang iba pang mga ibon sa buong gubat.


Una nilang nakita ang isang Manok.

May hawak na kawali at malaking sandok.

“Mareng Manok, anong niluluto mo?” bati ni Inang Pipit

“Mayroon kasing salu-salo sa bayan,” Sabi ni Mareng Manok.

“At ako ang kinuha para magluto ng tanghalian.”

At doon naisip ng pipit.

Masarap lagi ang pagkain sa bayan, at si Mareng Manok ang dahilan.

Isang tagaluto si Mareng Manok.

Masaya ang lahat sa masarap niyang inihahain.


Pagdapo ng mag-inang pipit sa Puno, may Kalaw na gumagalaw.

“Aling Kalaw, anu po ang inyong pinupukpok sa puno?”

“Ito ang bahay ng bagong kasal na kalapati,” sabi ni Aling Kalaw.

“Ginawa ko para maging tahanan nilang dalawa.”

At doon naisip ng pipit.

Isang arkitekto si Aling Kalaw.

Napapasaya niya ang lahat sa mga tirahan niyang binibigay.


Nakasalubong naman nila sa langit ang isang Agilang nagbabantay.

“Mamang Agila, ano po ang inyong hinahanap?”

“Wala akong hinahanap,” sabi ng Agila.

“Binabantayan ko ang lahat, para walang gulong maganap.”

At doon naisip ng pipit.

Isang Pulis si Mamang Agila.

Dahil sa kapayapaang dala niya, lahat ay pwedeng magsaya.


Isang puting-puting Kalangay naman ang kanilang nilapitan.

May mga munting ibon siyang ginagamot at inaalagaan.

“Manong Kalangay, para saan po ang gamot na iyan?”

“Ito ang bitaminang pampalakas,” sabi ng Kalangay.

“Kailangang panatilihing lahat ay may magandang kalusugan.”

At doon naisip ng pipit.

Isang doktor si Manong Kalangay.

Masaya ang lahat sa dahil masigla ang kanilang katawan.


Napansin din nila ang napakagandang mga pabo at paboreal.

May ginagawa silang mga disenyo para sa magaganap na kasal.

“Napakagana naman po niyan, Pabo at Paboreal!”

“Kailangang maganda ang mga damit na aming gagawin,” sabi ni Pabo

“Hindi lamang maganda, masarap pa kung susuotin,” dagdag pa ni Paboreal.

Mga mananahi sina Pabo at ang Paboreal.

Dahil sa disenyo nilang magaganda, nagiging masaya ang lahat ng kapwa nila.


Doon naisip ng Batang Pipit na pwede siyang makapagpasaya ng iba

kahit hindi niya kaya ang magandang pagkanta.

“Inay, alam ko na po ang aking gagawin,” sabi niya.

“Ibabahagi ko po ang aking natutunan ngayong araw

sa iba pang ibon na tulad natin.

Tutulungan ko silang alamin

kung ano ang gusto nilang maging sa kanilang paglaki.

Magiging guro ako inay!”


Natuwa ang inang Pipit sa narinig sa anak.


“Magdadala ako ng karunungan. Magdadala ako ng kasiyahan,

Magdadala ako ng pangarap gamit ang aking mga natututunan!”





This is my first attempt in writing a children’s story.

Pwede itong tawaging Pabula dahil hayop, mga ibon ang mga bida.

Sana ay inyong magustuhan.

Comments will be very much appreciated

25 Manners Every Kid Needs by Age 9

I was looking for inspirations for some Children’s Stories i would want to try out writing. Something that my own kids will love and learn good things from. I bumped into this, and surely, this will help big time. 25 Manners Every Kid Needs by Age 9, by David Lowry, PhD.

25 Manners for Kids 1-9
25 Manners for Kids 1-9

Manner #1

When asking for something, say “Please.”

Manner #2

When receiving something, say “Thank you.

Manner #3

Do not interrupt grown-ups who are speaking with each other unless there is an emergency. They will notice you and respond when they are finished talking.

Manner #4

If you do need to get somebody’s attention right away, the phrase “excuse me” is the most polite way for you to enter the conversation.

Manner #5

When you have any doubt about doing something, ask permission first. It can save you from many hours of grief later.

Manner #6

The world is not interested in what you dislike. Keep negative opinions to yourself, or between you and your friends, and out of earshot of adults.

Manner #7

Do not comment on other people’s physical characteristics unless, of course, it’s to compliment them, which is always welcome.

Manner #8

When people ask you how you are, tell them and then ask them how they are.

Manner #9

When you have spent time at your friend’s house, remember to thank his or her parents for having you over and for the good time you had.

25 manners for kids 10-25
25 manners for kids 10-25

Manner #10

Knock on closed doors — and wait to see if there’s a response — before entering.

Manner #11

When you make a phone call, introduce yourself first and then ask if you can speak with the person you are calling.

Manner #12

Be appreciative and say “thank you” for any gift you receive. In the age of e-mail, a handwritten thank-you note can have a powerful effect.

Manner #13

Never use foul language in front of adults. Grown-ups already know all those words, and they find them boring and unpleasant.

Manner #14

Don’t call people mean names.

Manner #15

Do not make fun of anyone for any reason. Teasing shows others you are weak, and ganging up on someone else is cruel.

Manner #16

Even if a play or an assembly is boring, sit through it quietly and pretend that you are interested. The performers and presenters are doing their best.

Manner #17

If you bump into somebody, immediately say “Excuse me.”

Manner #18

Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze, and don’t pick your nose in public.

Manner #19

As you walk through a door, look to see if you can hold it open for someone else.

Manner #20

If you come across a parent, a teacher, or a neighbor working on something, ask if you can help. If they say “yes,” do so — you may learn something new.

Manner #21

When an adult asks you for a favor, do it without grumbling and with a smile.

Manner #22

When someone helps you, say “thank you.” That person will likely want to help you again. This is especially true with teachers!

Manner #23

Use eating utensils properly. If you are unsure how to do so, ask your parents to teach you or watch what adults do.

Manner #24

Keep a napkin on your lap; use it to wipe your mouth when necessary.

Manner #25

Don’t reach for things at the table; ask to have them passed.

Originally published in the March 2011 issue of Parents magazine.

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Just making sure that i have this for my boys as they grow up.

yes, those cute boys and their mommy
yes, those cute boys and their mommy

When Not to Watch the Walking Dead?

It is always okay to watch the Walking Dead.

It is okay, even if I am alone, shrieking with myself when the zombie/walkers/biters/herd attack. It is okay to while eating lunch and snacks with the gory and bloody encounters. It is even okay to watch it while playing with my toddler. I’ve done that all.

Yet, that is is just for me.

Because the horror is not from the zombies, not the dead. It is from those surviving and the dilemma they have in lieu with their lives. It is the frightening nightmare that haunts me even when dreaming, my only escape from this unreliable reality.

But there is one case when watching the Walking Dead could be far real than the dilemmas in zombie apocalypse. And I should have realized that earlier.

I have a father who is half dead with the other half hanging for life. And it hit me just this morning. The morning after I finished every available episode of the series. I got a call from my sister, telling me to go the hospital. My Dad had a seizure. My dad had survived his 4th stroke leaving him paralyzed, and this seizure, recorded as his 6th stroke, could leave him more immobile, with a few more movements from the further seizures to follow.

That would be very painful to him. Very painful to me, to our family.

I assisted him in the CT-Scan room and he wouldn’t stop jerking, turning his head, swinging his arm. I talked to him that it would only take five minutes. He raised his hand. I held it. He tried to put it on my nape, as if he was to whisper to me. I heard murmurs, but they were meaningless. Maybe he really wanted to tell me something, but this Aphasia wan’t letting him. The doctor, my cousin told me that my dad wasn’t himself. And that made sense when my dad pull me closer to his face, with his mouth open, that i could smell his breath, that i wouldn’t dare to describe.

The thought that came that moment would be or could be funny, but I couldn’t make a laugh out of it. I thought my dad has turned into a walker, and he would devour me. Yes that is too much of Walking Dead, but him turning would have made him dead. And that is the real scary thought. How can i joke about him turning into one when that joke would imply us losing him. I just couldn’t. I can’t. And i don’t know why.

Walking Dead shouldn’t be watched when you are near the existential question: What is this life all about? Why do we have to live when in the end, we’re all gonna die? Why keep fighting, when in reality, dying is the most practical thing to do? Why pull of ’till tomorrow what you can do today?

I don’t have the answer to that.

I don’t want to answer that.

As the year opened, I’ve visited two wakes, one is for my good friend’s dad, the other, for a co-worker. This weekend, we are to visit a former classmate who succumbed to Fungal Meningitis. Three deaths, and i prayed of no one close to follow. Because that wouldn’t be okay.

The Happier Thought

“Ano kaya tayo kung wala itong dalawang ‘to?” Hasmin asked me referring to our two sleeping boys, Kuya Euan and Miguel two nights ago.

Without batting an eyelash, I answered, “Mas masaya.” And i am telling you, these lashes are long and dark and sexy, and these two boys got them lashes from their papa. But that is beside the point. The point is, I wasn’t lying. That was my first thing in mind, the brain to mouth action that at i have to defend, else, i’ll just say, “I am Abet, of course, that’s a joke.”

However, it was not. I do believe that Hasmin and I would be happier if that “what if” were today’s reality. And I should defend it not to anybody but to myself. Why could i have instinctively given that conclusion?

One would be my being a Sagitarrian. I am a free spirit, and as of the moment, these two kids are keeping me trapped. Not their fault, but as my my decision. Not because I want to be a good father, but because i want them to be good people someday. And it bores me to think of other people and not of myself. Yes i am selfish.

Sagittarian = Selfish.

Second, being a parent was never really in my dreams. I never had lots of dreams either. It is actually safe to say that unlike the some people in Les Miserables, the song “I Dreamed A Dream,” does not fit me. I am more of an “On My Own” guy, or person to be gender sensitive. I never had a dream. Things fall down into places for me. I don’t know if they are in the right places though, but they fall in places, wherever those locations are. However, not having a dream does not mean not having ideas of things that i don’t want to be. Like I don’t want to be a pilot. I mean that would be great, but it just did not fly into my mind. Maybe because not having a dream means not having a plan. Plans change, as of my experiences and it is frustrating. I just adapt and i am very good in doing so. But not planning. However, these two boys are requiring me to have that plan.

Dreams = Plan ≠ Like.

Third, for it should come in threes, sour graping is not my thing. Sour graping is a joke, my kind of joke, along with sarcasm and blasphemy. Just like when asked if it was okay for a groom to agree to have a gorgeous hunk strip off his clothes on his bride’s bridal shower. That that guy would be compared to him, his looks, his abs, his package, entire package. And i said, “Okay lang. Yang mga lalaking ganyan ang itsura, walang kinabukasan. Kaya nga sila kolboy.” That was a joke, a hasty generalization of the inggitero that i am. But reality is, sour graping is for losers whose lines are “nanalo nga sila pero nandaya naman,” “maganda nga, masama naman ang ugali,” and “sila na nga, pero maghihiwalay rin ‘yan.”

Contrary, my case now made me no loser. I feel so much blessed with these little monsters. They made me believe that a smile can really ease all the worries in the world and a hug can erase any self doubts in this crazy planet even for a moment. I am not saying that i am no, no loser. I win some, i lose some. I have had both, but whatever, i have my prize now. Two major prizes waiting for me every time i come home.

Yes, I could be travelling the world, or South East Asia to be more believable. I could be buying on spendthrift stores and  first hand shops. I could be hugging and snuggling and having great trucks with Hasmin in her never been pregnant shape in an IwanTV manner, which is Anytime, Anywhere. That would be happier, a so much happier thought. But i am happy right now. And that is enough. See, I am selfish. But i am not greedy.

Sagittarian = Selfish ≠ Greedy.

Hasmin. Miguel, Euan and Daddy
Hasmin. Miguel, Euan and Daddy