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Kanina sa checkpoint sa border ng Aurora kung saan ako papunta para mag-cover ng bagyo, pinababa kami ng mga pulis.
Sabi ko, luh. Paano ‘to.
Kinuha nila IATF ID namin. ‘Tas nilista.
Tas habang binabalik ng mga pulis ‘yung mga ID namin bigla kami kinausap.
“Sir, diba kayo ‘yung nasa bagyo parati?”
“Ah, opo sir.”
“Babalik na ba kayo sir?”
“Sir, papunta pa lang ako Aurora.”
“Hindi sir. ‘Yung ABS, babalik na ba?”
“Aaah. Sana, sir.”
“Facebook na lang ba kayo? Hirap ng data dito sa bundok sir.”
“Mukha nga sir.”
“ABS lang ang malakas ang signal dito. May bagyo ngayon di namin malaman kung ano nangyayari.”
“Hirap nga sir pero ganun muna talaga siguro.”
“Sana makabalik na kayo sir.”
“Hintayin namin balita mo sa bagyo sir. Ingat parati.”
“Kayo rin po sir. Salamat.”
Lakas maka-fragile ng mga ganitong random acts of support dahil sa mga pinagdaraanan ng mga empleyado ngayon ng ABS.
Salamat, salamat mga ser! Para sa inyo ang mga balita.
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Yung ang sakit na ng puso mo sa mga balita ng namamatay na doctor at nurse, walang makain na mga kababayan dahil sa Covid-19, tapos makita mo pa ngayon kung GAANO KALAPIT SA PALAWAN ng ginawang BAGONG DISTRITO NG CHINA. Mga kamag-anak at kaibigan, kailan ba kayo maaawa sa bayan natin at sa kinabukasan ng ating mga anak kaysa maawa sa mga politikong nagbenta ng ating bayan sa China? 😢
EDIT: Dahil may nagtanong kung saan ang sources ko at taga UP ako so hindi dapat paniwalaan agad, nasa baba po ay article ng Inquirer tungkol dito at picture ng Philippine map kung nasaan yung Spratly Islands (baka kasi hindi po kayo maniwala kung nasaan yun matatagpuan.)
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Quezon City Government published a note. Mayor Joy Belmonte on Declaration of Public Safety Hours in Quezon City In line with the declaration of community quarantine in Metro Manila as approved by President Duterte due to the coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19), I issued an executive order as part of efforts to prevent the spread o... See More
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The 3-Eyed Raven looked through the eyes of its host at the humans bickering about brothels and ships. “And what of the dragon?” asked the 3-Eyed Raven.
The Raven was not overly concerned with the dragon. It’s mother was dead and the other Targaryon a broken-spirited
exile who would, this time, cling to his oath to father no children. Still, the dragon was a loose end.
The Raven had secured his position as absolute ruler of Westeros, absent the nominally independent tundra ruled by his ‘sister.’ By the time she returned to Raven’s Landing (as he would rename the seat of his empire), she would be old, the mother of four children of her own, and would be the first of any consequence to speak out loud a diagnosis of the great deception. She would go to Tyrion, the weary drunkard Hand, and cry out ‘Bran has not aged a day! Yet he is King for as long as he lives!’. Tyrion, that most useful fool, would calm her with reason and appeals to her better nature. Sansa would know better, but by then it would be too late.
It was already too late. The 3-Eyed Raven had fulfilled his plan. He had managed to destroy The Wall. In the end, it had been easier than he could have hoped — the humans ridiculous plan to capture a single wight had been entirely their own. All the Raven had to do was have his puppet direct them towards the center of the Night King’s army. They never thought to ask ‘Bran’ for aerial scouting to aid their task. The Raven had watched it all from the comfort of his chair.
Giving the Night King a dragon had been a risk, of course, but it was the only way to get him South. After that, the humans acted with the predictableness
of an elaborate clockwork model. Their castles and cities nothing but wooden toys, their machinations as clear to the Raven soaring overhead as a three minute and forty-five second montage set to soaring music.
The Night King was the only true threat to the Raven, but just as predictable as the humans. The Raven had put his pieces in place, sat beneath the Weirwood tree, it’s face stained with weeping sap in witness to the Raven’s final victory over the humans, and trusted that an arrow, loosed just so, would fly true. Arya. Another potential threat now gone forever, convinced of her own ‘free will.’
The functionaries of the Small Council offered some banalities about the dragon. They suspected nothing, even when the Raven had, in his moment of triumph, let slip that he had come all this way knowing that he would be crowned their leader.
The dragon was unimportant. If they had bred, that might have been a problem, but it had been easy enough for the Raven to guide Euron to intercept the Targaryon girl. One dragon could not make more. The Raven dwelled on that certainty. There were lizards in the Emerald Isles that could lay eggs with no males present. Parthenogenesis
, the maesters called it. The Raven did not like the thought.
“Perhaps I shall find him,” he had his puppet voice.
Inside, Bran screamed. But then, he was always screaming.
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