[Tawa-tawa ka dyan samantalang kami dito mababaliw sa kakaalala saiyo!] Napatigil ako sa pagtawa dahil sa pag bulyaw nito sakin. Naiintindihan ko naman kung kung ba't ganyan siya ngayon, alam kung concern lang talaga sakin si Bellie."Pasensiya na Bellie, mahabang kwento kase kaya i-ku-kwento ko nalang pag nag kita tayo okay? Saka ayos na naman ako ngayon pero di pa ako pwede umalis ng bahay eh, bantay sarado ako ngayon alam mo na." Wika ko. Dinig ko naman ang buntong hininga nito. [Sige basta't ba ayos ka na ngayon sapat na sakin yon. Mag iingat ka dyan palagi, ikaw lang ang nag iisang super bitch friend ko kaya alagaan mo ang sarili mo!] Natawa naman ako sa sinabi niya."Okay na sana eh, sinabihan mo pa talaga ako na bitch friend huh." Iling kong saad.[Hayst, na miss kita Vee. Pag nagkita talaga tayo sasakalin kita hmmp!] Baklang to! Masakit pa nga katawan ko tapos sasakalin pa ako baliw talaga gosh."I miss you---" hindi ko natapos ang sasabihin ng may biglang humablot ng cellpho

"Never fear," said his friend. "Only sit quietly, and there will be no danger."They had now risen far into the air, and Bamboo could look down over the great forest of Hsi Ling all bathed in moonlight. There were the broad white roads leading up to the royal tombs, the beautiful temples, the buildings where oxen and sheep were prepared for sacrifice, the lofty towers, and the high tree-covered hills under which the emperors were buried. Until that night Bamboo had not known the size of this royal graveyard. Could it be that the turtle would carry him beyond the forest? Even as he asked himself this question he saw that they had reached a mountain, and the turtle was ascending higher, still higher, to cross the mighty wall of stone.Bamboo grew dizzy as the turtle rose farther into the sky. He felt as he sometimes did when he played whirling games with his little friends, and got so dizzy that he tumbled over upon the ground. However, this time he knew that he must keep his head and

The governor then led the Prince to a wild and extensive plain where the grass grew high and in great abundance. Quite ignorant that the governor had laid a trap for him with the desire to compass his death, the Prince began to ride hard and hunt down the deer, when all of a sudden to his amazement he saw flames and smoke bursting out from the bush in front of him. Realizing his danger he tried to retreat, but no sooner did he turn his horse in the opposite direction than he saw that even there the prairie was on fire. At the same time the grass on his left and right burst into flames, and these began to spread swiftly towards him on all sides. He looked round for a chance of escape. There was none. He was surrounded by fire."This deer hunt was then only a cunning trick of the enemy!" said the Prince, looking round on the flames and the smoke that crackled and rolled in towards him on every side. "What a fool I was to be lured into this trap like a wild beast!" and he ground his tee

"The story of the old man who made withered trees to flower."Long, long ago there lived an old man and his wife who supported themselves by cultivating a small plot of land. Their life had been a very happy and peaceful one save for one great sorrow, and this was they had no child.Their only pet was a dog named Shiro, and on him they lavished all the affection of their old age. Indeed, they loved him so much that whenever they had anything nice to eat they denied themselves to give it to Shiro.Now Shiro means "white," and he was so called because of his color. He was a real Japanese dog, and very like a small wolf in appearance. The happiest hour of the day both for the old man and his dog was when the man returned from his work in the field, and having finished his frugal supper of rice and vegetables, would take what he had saved from the meal out to the little veranda that ran round the cottage.Sure enough, Shiro was waiting for his master and the evening tit-bit. Then the old

"Gusto niyo ba ng Japanese story. Sige yong may gusto taas ang kamay, okay sige mukha lahat naman yata gusto ah.""The stone of five colours and the empress Jokwa."Long, long ago there lived a great Chinese Empress who succeeded her brother the Emperor Fuki. It was the age of giants, and the Empress Jokwa, for that was her name, was twenty-five feet high, nearly as tall as her brother. She was a wonderful woman, and an able ruler. There is an interesting story of how she mended a part of the broken heavens and one of the terrestrial pillars which upheld the sky, both of which were damaged during a rebellion raised by one of King Fuki's subjects.The rebel's name was Kokai. He was twenty-six feet high. His body was entirely covered with hair, and his face was as black as iron. He was a wizard and a very terrible character indeed. When the Emperor Fuki died, Kokai was bitten with the ambition to be Emperor of China, but his plan failed, and Jokwa, the dead Emperor's sister, mounted the