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, they approached me, and one of them pulled a wallet from her bag, and was scanning it's con

Are you still a college?

S ome people may never care what happen to your life; recently, however, at the age of 42 I met someone who did. It was drizzling that day when I went to a public library to use the free Internet access. I had been doing this, everyday, for about three months now. Before I could use the computer, I had to register first; after which the attendant would issue a card number of the computer I am going to use. There were student-trainees every now and then, but all of them didn't bother me at all at what I should have to write on the form. That day, however, was too different. Behind the desk, I saw a new face -- a young boy. Holding my card number, he seemed to be waiting when I would finish writing before handing it to me; so, I bent and was about to write. By now, he was already beside me, helping me in filling up the form. Pointing to a specific spot, he told me, "this is for your name. " After I had done writing my name, I was about to check the column for college when

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