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Reading
Comprehension
FILIPINOS ARE MILD DRINKERS
Eyes Here!
a.Unlock unfamiliar words from the story;
b.React critically on how the author wrote
the story;
c.Articulate prior knowledge concerning
the topic o reading the selection guided
through small group discussion;
d. Formulate inference out
from the story;
e. Deliver oral presentation
with ease and confidence.
Reading comprehension
Pick One!
A. to wander from the direct course or
way
B. riotous drinking
C. participating in the knowledge of
something secret
D. intoxicated; drunk

J. of the colour rose or pink
K. faint or weak
L. to drink

M. the fiber of this plant, used to make
canvas, rope, etc

E. a military post

N. of or relating to an unwholesome or
oppressive atmosphere

F. a drinking companion

O. to combine or cause to combine

G. to perform or be responsible for

P. a very tall multistorey building

H. to tremble or shake

Q. to drink heartily or in one draught

I.

R. acts of extreme cruelty, esp against
prisoners or civilians in wartime

reddening
Unlock the Words!
 My first acquaintance with groggy GIs began one late
afternoon.
 My hempen trousers were rolled up to my knees. My bolo
was at my side.
 A warm miasmic smell rose from the mire. When the first
American troops invaded the Philippines in 1898, carabaos
used to chase the Yankee soldiers off the fields.
 It goes straight up to the sky like a skyscraper. It symbolizes
the States.
 I quaffed my drink down and followed it with a slice of
kalamansi dipped in unrefined salt.
 He wanted to know why I had bombed Pearl Harbor and
committed so many atrocities when Americans had never
done them any harm.
 He said he was privy to all the war atrocities that I had
perpetrated, but he was a personal friend of General
Douglas MacArthur, I need not worry.
 With great effort he got up on his feet and wobbled
toward Mother.
 The rubescent sun was fast sinking against a roseate
sky.

 So I filled a coconut shell with oil, dipped a timsin wick
in the fluid, then lighted the wick. It produced a
wavering, dull yellow light.
 If you imbibe enough of it, your senses amalgamate
and you get to hear three-dimensional rondalla music in
color.
 On my way here in a transport I got soused on torpedo
juice.
 Our wassail was over. It just goes to show you that one
man's drink is another man's poison.
 Joe narrowly escaped being shot for a straggler. He
staggered from side to side then his legs turned to
noodles and he collapsed on the ground -- flat as a
starfish.
 I knew that the soldiers had to be back in their garrison
at a given hour. And since Joe had been a compotator, I
felt it my obligation to take him back to camp.
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  • 2. Eyes Here! a.Unlock unfamiliar words from the story; b.React critically on how the author wrote the story; c.Articulate prior knowledge concerning the topic o reading the selection guided through small group discussion;
  • 3. d. Formulate inference out from the story; e. Deliver oral presentation with ease and confidence.
  • 6. A. to wander from the direct course or way B. riotous drinking C. participating in the knowledge of something secret D. intoxicated; drunk J. of the colour rose or pink K. faint or weak L. to drink M. the fiber of this plant, used to make canvas, rope, etc E. a military post N. of or relating to an unwholesome or oppressive atmosphere F. a drinking companion O. to combine or cause to combine G. to perform or be responsible for P. a very tall multistorey building H. to tremble or shake Q. to drink heartily or in one draught I. R. acts of extreme cruelty, esp against prisoners or civilians in wartime reddening
  • 7. Unlock the Words! My first acquaintance with groggy GIs began one late afternoon. My hempen trousers were rolled up to my knees. My bolo was at my side. A warm miasmic smell rose from the mire. When the first American troops invaded the Philippines in 1898, carabaos used to chase the Yankee soldiers off the fields. It goes straight up to the sky like a skyscraper. It symbolizes the States.
  • 8. I quaffed my drink down and followed it with a slice of kalamansi dipped in unrefined salt. He wanted to know why I had bombed Pearl Harbor and committed so many atrocities when Americans had never done them any harm. He said he was privy to all the war atrocities that I had perpetrated, but he was a personal friend of General Douglas MacArthur, I need not worry. With great effort he got up on his feet and wobbled toward Mother.
  • 9. The rubescent sun was fast sinking against a roseate sky. So I filled a coconut shell with oil, dipped a timsin wick in the fluid, then lighted the wick. It produced a wavering, dull yellow light. If you imbibe enough of it, your senses amalgamate and you get to hear three-dimensional rondalla music in color. On my way here in a transport I got soused on torpedo juice.
  • 10. Our wassail was over. It just goes to show you that one man's drink is another man's poison. Joe narrowly escaped being shot for a straggler. He staggered from side to side then his legs turned to noodles and he collapsed on the ground -- flat as a starfish. I knew that the soldiers had to be back in their garrison at a given hour. And since Joe had been a compotator, I felt it my obligation to take him back to camp.