FILIPINOS ARE MILD DRINKERS
2. Eyes Here!
a.Unlock unfamiliar words from the story;
b.React critically on how the author wrote
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.
4. Pick One!
5. A. to wander from the direct course or
B. riotous drinking
C. participating in the knowledge of
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
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
R. acts of extreme cruelty, esp against
prisoners or civilians in wartime
6. Unlock the Words!
• My first acquaintance with groggy GIs began one late
• 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
7. • 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
8. • The rubescent sun was fast sinking against a roseate
• 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
• On my way here in a transport I got soused on torpedo
9. • 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
• 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.