Hungry mouths don't care!

One time, we tramps were roaming the streets looking for food; until we were so lucky that a middle-aged woman gave us food inside a cooking utensil -- a kettle. Like we have not eaten for days, each of us took our turn grabbing the kettle to scoop some handful of food. As we did, ruthlessly, the kettle went from here to there, hitting the cemented ground noisily. Aghast with the sight, the owner cried in utmost concern, "Please, stop that, stop that! You will destroy my kettle!" But, of course, in that moment, nobody seemed to hear her pleading cries --not until, it was empty.

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Problème - Masculine or Feminine ?

Looking back at those days when I was avidly learning the French language, at one point I was in doubt of the gender (all French nouns have gender) of the word "problem," spelled "problème" in French. Approaching my Belgian friend, I asked her if the word problème is a feminine noun, because French nouns ending in e are mostly feminine. I burst out laughing when she replied, "Elmo, do you think a problem is feminine?" Thinking it's just a joke, I checked the word in a French dictionary. You are correct, I said, still laughing. Problem is masculine. xxxxx Thanks God! I am now back to blogging again. It is a must for me, since I have now a YouTube channel, " Homelessman Withadream ". So, I'm inviting you to check my first video, " Episode 1 ". Also, I'm promoting my other video, " It's a Wonderful World -- an insight ". Thanks !

Please, give it to me.

This funny experience that I had, happened about a year ago, I was jobless and homeless. So, as usual I had my daily activity of going around in search of food. I went to " Q Mart ", a huge market here in Quezon city, Philippines. I picked up some vegetables from the trash and some fruits too. On my way home, it was raining already. But I was ready with it, I always have my umbrella. Then along the way, I saw some fruits that were scattered beside the road, which was coming from a luxurious fruit tree just beside the road. As a tramp I learned the value of food, whatever it is. So, I was there squatting on the ground, slowly picking up some of the fruits that were still good. For a few minutes, I wasn't aware that a passersby, two middle - aged women, were intently looking at what I was doing. As I realized that they were curious and symphatetic, ...

What a wish!

When people don't want to do something and are forced by circumstances to do so, you might hear, or experience something dreadful. Then, I was living and working in the bakery of an orphanage. Some young adults of the orphanage, those who didn't want to go to school, were given a training at the bakery. It's easy to say that most of them, if not all, have no intention to learn baking and became bakers. So being inclined to play, the bakery became like a playground to them. Even though I was old enough at that time, to understand the value of our work, at that point, more or less, we share the same sentiment, because I, too, didn't like the job of being a baker. To further the learning process, each apprentice in the bakery should undergo a short period of training at a bakery of a Five Star Hotel. When one of these young trainees turns would be due in the morrow, we heard him say emphatically: I wish there might be a very strong typhoon, or an earthquake tomorrow! And t...

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