Krismas in June
Da night bepor Christmas
An all tru da house
Nating pas
Not eben a mouse.
Da children dey nossie
all snog on da ploor
An Mama puts newspepper
Tru da crack on da dor.
Den Mama in da stobe
Roost up da manuk
Steer up da adobo
An make bake da biko.
Den out on da rud
Dey got such a clatter
Soun like old manong
Pull down da ladder.
I run so past
To open da dor
I trip ober da dog
An pull down on da ploor!
As I look out da dor
In da light ob da moon
I thinking "apo, you cresy
I'm gitting old too soon."
Becus dere on da rud
Wer I turn my head
Dere's eight carabao
Pulling a sled
An a little driber
Wit a big ishtick
I know right away
must be St Nick.
Mob paster an paster
Da carabao dey come
He wistle an holler
An call dem by nim:
"Oy, Boogy!
Oy, Ninoy!
Oy, Dong!, an' Bebe!
Ay, Inday!
Ay, Melda!
Cory, an Maria!"
To da top ob da porch
To da top ob da wall
Crawl da carabao
An dey neber pull.
Uncle Onsing's pighting chicken
Ober da rooptop he ply
Wen da big dog
He running by
Up to da porch
Da carabao he clim!
Wit da sled pull of toys
An St Nicklas behin.
Den on top of da porch roop
It soun like hell
Wer all dem carabaos
Sit down on der till.
Den down da chimney
I yill por long time
As St Nicolas pull down
An sit on de pire
"Jesus-Maria-Sep!", he exclim
"My pant hab a hole
Wen I sit down
On da rid hot coal,"
An jump like a cat
out to da ploor
Where he lan wit a splot!
He was dress in pur
Prom his head to his poot
An his clothes dey all dirty
Wit ashes an soot
A sock pull ob playting
He trow on his back
He look like a boorglar
An dats por a pahct.
His eyes how dey shine
His dimple, how mirrey!
Mebe he alredy drink
Da wine prom da birry.
His chik was like a rose
His nose like a chirry
On secon tought mebe
He drink up da shirry.
Wit snu-white chin wisker
An quibering billy
He shik wen he lop
Like da strubirry jelly!
But a wink in his eye
An a shake ob his hid
Mik my compidence dot
I no nid to be skirred.
He don' talk
He juss go to his woork
Put playting in sock.
An den he turn wit a jerk
He put bot his han
On top ob his hid
An look up da chimney
An den he said
"Wit all dat pire
An dat burning hot plim
I no go back
De sim way I kim."
So he run out da door
An he clim up da roop
He is no pool
Por to make one more goop.
He jump to his slid
An crock his big wip
Da carabaos mob down
An don mik one slip
An I hir him shout loud
Wit da carabaos he ply
"Mirry Christmas to all!
An to all a goodbye!"
Third Eye Poems
The third eye notices when Abbie spilt juice on the rug and said it was Lizzie.
The third eye notices when you tell your mom you brushed your teeth for two minutes and you only brushed for one.
The third eye notices when you're supposed to be doing your homework and you're listening to music.
The third eye sees when you're on the phone for five minutes longer then you're supposed to be.
The third eye can tell when you have ice cream for dinner.
Courtney
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The third eye sees the invisible pole that you are just about to walk into.
The third eye sees the invisible monster who you can see.
The third eye sees everything you do so he knows what you did last summer.
The third eye sees your name written down but it doesn't know the number for 911.
The third eye sees you writting down his name but he doesn't know how to spell IT.
The third eye sees that he is blind.
The third eye sees that it's being disrespected so he will see you to your funeral.
Eli
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The Third eye sees the wall pretending to be a door.
The Third eye sees the math genius using a calculator.
The Third eye sees Bill sneaking money.
The Third eye sees Wade eating stolen food.
The Third eye sees strange people hiding food in New York, Boston, and Tokyo.
Cody
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The Third Eye sees the Three Blind Mice with their tails still on.
The Third Eye sees the cow jump over the moon.
The Third Eye sees grizzly bears dance ballet.
The Third Eye notices Hannah eat one million dumplings.
The Third Eye notices Chelsea's bunny play with Peter Rabbit.
- Hannah
The Eyes Have It
"Let her have Harvey," suggested one of the nurses, smiling. I had been talking to the attending physician about which patient I should take next. "Oh yes," the attending said. "You'll love Harvey. He's a doll." As a second-year emergency medicine resident, I rotated through several hospitals --which meant that it took me much longer to get to know the regulars. Harvey was a thin, pale, white man in his mid-forties. He was clean but still somehow looked disheveled. The only remarkable feature about Harvey was his eyes, which were astonishingly clear and blue. "I'll take him to the eye room," the nurse said to me, and Harvey followed her, quiet and obedient. "What's the story that everyone but me knows about this fellow?" I asked. "Take a look at his file in the computer," the attending said. "You'll see." Harvey had been in the emergency department a total of seventy-seven times within twenty-three months. Every chief complaint was ocular - "painful eye," "scratched eye," "reported burn to right eye." It went on and on. "This is incredible. This guy's been here over seventy times in two years, all for eye issues." The attending smiled. "Just wait til you meet him." When I walked into the opthalmology room, I saw Harvey in his seat by the ocular lamp, wringing his hands. "I'm Dr. Finkel. What brings you here today?" Harvey looked anxious. "I have paint in my right eye," he said. "I brought the paint brushes to show you." "When did this happen?" I asked. "An hour ago. I brought the brushes to show you." "I see," I continued. "And how do you know that you got paint in your eye?" "I could feel it immediately!" he exclaimed defensively. Harvey seemed irritated, and crossed and re-crossed his legs several times. "I brought the paint brushes to show you." I decided I'd better look at the paintbrushes. He reenacted five or six times how he accidentally turned the paintbrush toward himself momentarily and how, consequently, the paint was hurled into his right eye. "Let's take a look then," I said. I didn't want to offend him again in any way.
Harvey knew the eye exam as well as I did, and he sat remarkably still throughout, something most patients find uncomfortable.
"Where do you live, sir?" I asked as I worked.
"A few miles away. I work at the supermarket on the corner. I work forty-six hours a week. I like my job. I like to paint even better but I can't make money doing that." Harvey barely moved his mouth as he spoke, never once interfering with my exam. "I feel some of that paint in my right eye for sure."
"Do you live alone?"
"Yeah, but my sister lives next door. She has two children. I paint their faces," Harvey said. "I can still feel that paint in my eye."
I reached for the opthalmoscope attached to the wall.
"How old are your sister's kids?" I asked as I looked through the scope.
"They're five and seven. I hope that paint isn't going to hurt my eye," he said. "I like to paint their faces and other people's faces too."
Harvey continued to talk, and as the exam proceeded, I concluded that there was absolutely nothing I could detect wrong with either eye.
I was afraid to tell him the good news.
"Well Harvey," I started, "The paint in your eye has dissolved without causing any damage. Both of your eyes look fine now. What do you think?"
"Okay," he sighed. "I'll just use those eye-wetting drops like usual then."
"Do you have a way home?" I was surprised at how well he was taking the news of his good ocular health.
"Yeah. My sister's outside. I brought some new pictures. I gave them to the nurse, Marci. Thank you doctor." And with that, Harvey left.
Around 4:30 in the morning, when things had quieted down, I went to see Marci in triage.
"Harvey was here today...he told me he had brought some pictures he made. Do you know where they are?"
"Yeah. I put them in there with all the others." She pointed toward the drawer behind her.
When I opened the drawer, I found a stack of portraits - some were painted, some sketched. One was drawn in crayon. The subjects in Harvey's portraits were men, women and children of all ages, and each was unique. There was only one thing that all of Harvey's subjects had in common. None of them had eyes.
Dr. Michelle Finkel is an attending in the Emergency Department of the Massachusetts General Hospital.
CARCAR BOY HERO: A REFLECTION OF APATHY AMIDST POVERTY AND TRAGEDY, but sometimes, stories have happy events, but not always a happy ending.
Boy who saves brother gets scholarship, cash
Cebu, Philippines - The future appears brighter for a nine-year-old boy who saved his five-year-old brother from a fire that engulfed their home in an interior village in southern Carcar town last Saturday.
The chancellor of a big university in Cebu City has pledged to provide free education and P10,000 in financial assistance to Antonio “Dan Boy” Fernandez Jr. and his family.
The provincial government also promised to extend assistance to help the boy's family rebuild their home in Sitio (district) Cambuntan, Barangay (village) Bolinawan in Carcar, which was gutted down by the fire caused by an unattended kerosene lamp.
Candice Gotianuy, daughter of the president and owner of the University of Cebu (UC), Augusto Go, said she would provide a scholarship to Dan Boy from grade school to college. She would also give P10,000 in financial help the boy and his family.
She said she was moved by the story of Dan Boy which came out in Cebu Daily News on Monday.
“I'm doing this because I was touched with the statement of the boy wanting to work in a bakery because there is bread,” she said.
Gotianuy said the boy needs an education if the family is pinning their hopes on him.
She said Sr. Sandra Clemente, UC community extension officer, would coordinate with Carcar Mayor Patrick Barcenas to locate the family and inform them of the good news.
Linda Vasquez, a staff member of Carcar Municipal Social Welfare, said Antonio Fernandez Sr. brought along his three sons - Dan Boy, five-year-old Nathaniel and three-year-old Kent – to their office on Monday morning to ask for help.
But she said the family was told to return on July 2.
Vasquez said they would have wanted to give the family P3,000 – the maximum amount that the town could extend to fire victims. But they were prohibited to do so due to the scheduled plebiscite for the town's conversion into a city on July 1, she added.
Cebu Governor Gwendolyn Garcia promised to help the boy's family and sent provincial social worker Marivic Garces to assess their needs.
“We are extending financial assistance to rebuild their house and we are also giving them assistance in kind...we will maximize the assistance, as to how much we are allowed to give,” she said.
She also instructed the social worker to make the necessary arrangement with the Carcar municipal government to ensure that the family would have a place to stay in.
“I hope to meet him (Dan Boy) soon. I plan to give him citation. Yup, I am seriously thinking of giving him educational assistance,” she said.
While Garces had yet to submit her report and recommendation, the provincial government, in the meantime, would give rice, sardines and noodles to the family.
Dan Boy was playing with his brother Kent in his aunt's home in Cambuntan on Saturday afternoon when he heard Nathaniel crying and saw smoke coming from their home.
He immediately ran home. Their father Antonio Sr. was out driving a trisikad (a bicycle with side car) to earn a living.
Dan Boy got scared when he saw Nathaniel crying a few feet away from the door, as the fire crept behind his brother. He immediately ran up, carried his brother and stormed out of the house.
He wanted to go back to get some clothes but the fire had already engulfed his home.
Antonio Sr. and the three kids are forced to take shelter in a two-meter-by-1.5-meter open shanty located near the ricefields after their relatives and neighbors refused to take them into their homes.
They were afraid that the bad luck that struck the Fernandez family would spread to them – a superstitious belief associated to fire victims. It was widely believed in the neighborhood that they should wait three days before they would invite fire victims to their homes because by then, the bad luck had dissipated.
Although they did not save anything, not even a single piece of clothing, Antonio Sr. is grateful that he still has his children.
He said he was also thankful for his son's quick thinking.
Dan Boy has been assuming the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings whenever their father was out of the house to work. He would cook for them and feed them.
Because he has to take care of his siblings, Dan Boy has to stop going to school.
But he has simple dreams: “Gusto kong motrabaho sa bakery, kay naay daghang pan (I want to work in a bakery because there is plenty of bread there).” /with reports from Chief of Reporters Suzzane S. Alueta
Copyright 2007 Cebu Daily News. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
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WWE Smackdown in Manila
WE CAME , WE WATCHED, WE SCREAMED.
THE PRIZED TICKETS
JOE'S HANDWRITTEN POSTER TO BATISTA
GO PAUL LONDON !, clap 2x AND REPEAT, GO PAUL LONDON!
ONE , TWO, AWHHHS!
BATISTA ! BATISTA ! BATISTA !
GO BENOIT, GO BENOIT, GO BENOIT
GOODBYE, CHRIS BENOIT !
RIP
CHRIS BENOIT, WWE WRESTLER, FOUND DEAD AT HOME WITH WIFE AND SON,
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By DEBBIE NEWBY, Associated Press Writer
June 26, 2007
FAYETTEVILLE, Ga. (AP) -- Pro wrestler Chris Benoit canceled a pay-per-view appearance at the "Vengeance" event in Houston because of "personal reasons" a day before he, his wife and their 7-year-old son were found dead in an apparent murder-suicide.
Details of the deaths "are going to prove a little bizarre" when released to the public, Fayette County District Attorney Scott Ballard told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Autopsies were scheduled Tuesday by the Georgia Bureau of Investigation in DeKalb County.
Authorities were investigating the deaths at a secluded Fayette County home as a murder-suicide and were not seeking any suspects.
Investigators believe Benoit, (pronounced ben-WAH) killed his wife and son over the weekend and then himself sometime Monday. The bodies were found Monday afternoon in three different rooms of the house on Green Meadow Lane, in a subdivision off a gravel road about two miles from the Whitewater Country Club.
Ballard told The Associated Press a gun was not used in any of the deaths. But he declined to say how the three died.
"We're pretty sure we know, but we want to confirm it with the crime lab," Ballard said early Tuesday.
Fayette County Coroner C.J. Mowell did not return phone calls. The answering service for his funeral home said he was out of town.
World Wrestling Entertainment said on its Web site that it asked authorities to check on Benoit and his family after being alerted by friends who received "several curious text messages sent by Benoit early Sunday morning."
Sheriff's Lt. Tommy Pope told WSB-TV that the three were found about 2:30 p.m., but he wouldn't release other details.
Stamford, Conn.-based WWE also said on its Web site it had been asked by authorities not to release further information on the deaths of Benoit, 40; his wife, Nancy, 43; and son, Daniel.
Benoit was born in Montreal. He was a former world heavyweight champion, Intercontinental champion and held several tag-team titles over his career. He was known by several names including "The Canadian Crippler."
"WWE extends its sincerest thoughts and prayers to the Benoit family's relatives and loved ones in this time of tragedy," the company said in a statement on its Web site.
Benoit had maintained a home in metro Atlanta from the time he wrestled for the defunct World Championship Wrestling.
The WWE canceled its live "Monday Night RAW" card in Corpus Christi, Texas, and USA Network aired a three-hour tribute to Benoit in place of the scheduled wrestling telecast.
Benoit's wife managed several wrestlers and went by the stage name, "Woman," The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported.
They met when her then-husband drew up a script that had them involved in a relationship as part of an ongoing story line on World Championship Wrestling, the newspaper said.
Benoit has two other children from a prior relationship.
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adapted from San Antonio Low Vision Club
Thank God, the eye is saved by a kevlar visor! And Mr. BUSH is slaughtering them by the dozen. Only in this crazy world.
m in iraq and im a u.s marine. i got hit with a s.v.b.i.e.d(suicide vehical born improvised expslosive device.) it was thirteen 155 artilery rounds and 10 to 12 morders(250 puonds of raw explosives.) i was the gunner on the lead vehical. 20 feet from the bomb . im getting to is the the goggles work they saved my left eye. thanks wiley x. i think all military should wears these goggles they work on extrem shit! here is some kick ass photos of me and you will see how they saved my eye.
ooorah!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ooorah!!!!!!!!!!!!!
from pfc burnside
Wiley X SG1 goggles - battle tested, US Marines approved.
pictures deleted as requested by mr burnside.
My Dormant Profession
Okay, you’ve made up your mind to be a marine biologist. Never mind the horror in the eyes of your parents, the disbelief on the faces of your “friends”, and that faintly disoriented look your cat always has when she lies on your lap and kneads your abdomen.
You know that you are not going to be a marine biologist in order to talk to dolphins or make obscene amounts of money. Rather, you realize that you are driven by a higher and purer calling. You are like some 6th Century European shepherd who sees an image of the Emperor Justinian on the rear end of a ewe and decides to carry the animal on his back to Constantinople to show the Emperor. The fact that on his way he is waylaid by Lombards, sold into slavery, and winds up as a tax preparer in northern Italy should not in any way dissuade you from your own personal crusade.
Q's & A's by Ayeza Winfrey, GB (the Great Bisdak)
Doc Tess::
here are the questions i emailed you for the Interview me; Have fun!
Wow now im in a panic hoping to come up with really good questions for you.
So here it goes:
1. What is the best thing about being an eye doctor?
Saying that doing a great service to the patient would be an understatement, im just human and i have a homo sapien ego, => just a humbled homo sapien ego.
The IT moment always happen ( with a relief on your part that you're done with the surgery), upon removing the eye bandage, the patient, will now sport a big smile, "hayaga, doktora, oi", then the mischievous-cum-shy-smile will now appear paired with a hush, "tambok di ay ka doktor, noh? di man gud maklaro sa una". And i will banter now by telling her, "tambok ko, Nang, pero sexy! pero kung imong duha na ka-mata atong ma-operahan, maka-ingon jud kag, sexy nga gwapa man di ay ni akong doktora oi."
Next follow up, act surprise when she will give you a kilo of mango, avocado or a bayong of vegetables from their little farm down deep in the mountains or she will bring you a live chicken bisaya placed inside a "buyot".
Now, tell me if it isn't that the best thing that can happen to you or to anyone.
2. How and when did you started blogging?The IT moment always happen ( with a relief on your part that you're done with the surgery), upon removing the eye bandage, the patient, will now sport a big smile, "hayaga, doktora, oi", then the mischievous-cum-shy-smile will now appear paired with a hush, "tambok di ay ka doktor, noh? di man gud maklaro sa una". And i will banter now by telling her, "tambok ko, Nang, pero sexy! pero kung imong duha na ka-mata atong ma-operahan, maka-ingon jud kag, sexy nga gwapa man di ay ni akong doktora oi."
Next follow up, act surprise when she will give you a kilo of mango, avocado or a bayong of vegetables from their little farm down deep in the mountains or she will bring you a live chicken bisaya placed inside a "buyot".
Now, tell me if it isn't that the best thing that can happen to you or to anyone.
Im a frustrated technie, I bought my palm without even knowing how to use it, then i bought a PC, after which i bought a laptop with the other gizmos that goes with it. I even bought an adaptor for wifi, then later knowing that SMART bro doesn't need one.
When the PC arrives, my reason to my husband dearie for the broadband connection was to search for websites that could fast track our immigration plans.
But, my oh my, i stumbled upon bisayabloggers by googling bisaya. I read the posts (i didn't know it was called blogs then) and i started to click some buttons and it has brought me to thousand and one sites. I was starting to have fun with what I'm reading in the bisayabloggers. Whereas, before, my web surfing would be limited to Philippine Daily Inquirer and some Canada/USA/Australia for immigration sites, now i completely forgot about them, preferring instead to blog surf my links and to do some little blogging on the sides (im still learning about the paid blogs/survey routine, ha! the endless search for dollars, oink,oink,oink).
And now im hooked. What was i thinking? Btw, the hubby is my number one fan and my critique and he doesn't mind paying the broadband now. And yes, we let our immigration plans sit for awhile, we love the Philippines too much and we hate the chores we're forced to do with migration. I wouldn't be doctor, he wouldn't be lawyer.
All to gain nothing to lose.
And oh, still don't know how to use my palm, i gave it to my sister na lang.
3. As a first time visitor in Carcar, Cebu, what will be the best place to visit to and why?When the PC arrives, my reason to my husband dearie for the broadband connection was to search for websites that could fast track our immigration plans.
But, my oh my, i stumbled upon bisayabloggers by googling bisaya. I read the posts (i didn't know it was called blogs then) and i started to click some buttons and it has brought me to thousand and one sites. I was starting to have fun with what I'm reading in the bisayabloggers. Whereas, before, my web surfing would be limited to Philippine Daily Inquirer and some Canada/USA/Australia for immigration sites, now i completely forgot about them, preferring instead to blog surf my links and to do some little blogging on the sides (im still learning about the paid blogs/survey routine, ha! the endless search for dollars, oink,oink,oink).
And now im hooked. What was i thinking? Btw, the hubby is my number one fan and my critique and he doesn't mind paying the broadband now. And yes, we let our immigration plans sit for awhile, we love the Philippines too much and we hate the chores we're forced to do with migration. I wouldn't be doctor, he wouldn't be lawyer.
All to gain nothing to lose.
And oh, still don't know how to use my palm, i gave it to my sister na lang.
You have to be in my house first, we will have chicharon, lechon carcar, bocarillo and pastel de leche, then we will go to the church of St. Catherine of Alexandria, passing through the statue of Leon Kilat in the Plaza, and i will tell about his very sad story of bravery and treachery among the influential Carcaranons then ( i have a post that talks about it, its here in my archives somewhere).
Then we will tour the various old spanish houses in the town and then you will learn how not to take care of your heritage by just a glance at this houses. Poor houses. But why spend on the outside when you're stomach is growling with hunger. And oh, you will also learn how not to become a poor old rich person as part of the tour.
As a requisite, you have to see the old Carcar Dispensary with the swimming pool, now decrepit, and imagine the glory days of its usefulness.
Balay na Tisa is an overrated place, but at least i can bring you somewhere where the family still cared for their heritage. And you will have blast with the higante statues of the 12 apostles in the Carcar Plaza, this was made by the late Martino Abellana, an underrated pupil of Fernando Amorsolo, who I think has been forgotten by local government of Carcar.
Lest, I be misunderstood, i love my Carcar very much. And what is now happening in Carcar is fast becoming a International phenomenon.
Change is the only thing that doesn't CHANGE.
Then we will tour the various old spanish houses in the town and then you will learn how not to take care of your heritage by just a glance at this houses. Poor houses. But why spend on the outside when you're stomach is growling with hunger. And oh, you will also learn how not to become a poor old rich person as part of the tour.
As a requisite, you have to see the old Carcar Dispensary with the swimming pool, now decrepit, and imagine the glory days of its usefulness.
Balay na Tisa is an overrated place, but at least i can bring you somewhere where the family still cared for their heritage. And you will have blast with the higante statues of the 12 apostles in the Carcar Plaza, this was made by the late Martino Abellana, an underrated pupil of Fernando Amorsolo, who I think has been forgotten by local government of Carcar.
Lest, I be misunderstood, i love my Carcar very much. And what is now happening in Carcar is fast becoming a International phenomenon.
Change is the only thing that doesn't CHANGE.
4. "If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why"
I would like to be JOCJOC, the son of Mr. Incredible. No one is still sure on what his superpowers are, except to change into various forms, i bet he will learn his power as he grows older and he will adjust to it as he goes along.
Power is a big responsibility, how much more a SUPERPOWER, it is a bigger responsibility.
Better be like JOCJOC, his superpower can still be formed and molded according to how he is being brought up by the Incredible family.
Power is a big responsibility, how much more a SUPERPOWER, it is a bigger responsibility.
Better be like JOCJOC, his superpower can still be formed and molded according to how he is being brought up by the Incredible family.
5. Given a chance to do interview past and present prominent people, who would you choose and what will be your first question for him/her?
Marilyn Monroe.
Honey, how could you have done this thing to yourself? Are you crazy?
You're such an idiot, gurl.
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so if you wanna be interviewed, here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me."
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the
questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone
else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five
questions.
Looking forward to reading your answers in your blog!
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Thank you, Ayeza.
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