True Urban Legend




"Myiasis" is the medical term for a maggot (fly larva) infestation of a living body. In this case, the patient was a 5-year-old boy treated by U.S. Air Force surgeons in a rural area of the Republic of Honduras. "The respiratory pore of a late-stage larva of the human botfly (Dermatobia hominis) was located in the anterior orbit," says the article abstract. "The larva was gently removed under general anesthesia through a small incision in the conjunctiva." The patient was apparently none the worse for wear in the aftermath.

Of botflies and blowflies

It would appear that the article itself was not consulted when this email tale was composed. Neither "bad dust" nor excessive eye rubbing were cited as causes of the infestation in the 5-year-old patient. According to entomologists, the human botfly lays its eggs on the bodies of other insects (such as mosquitoes), which then transfer the eggs to animal or human hosts by direct contact. When a botfly egg hatches, the larva burrows into the host's skin head-first and begins feeding.

This nasty creature is found mainly in Central and South America, but there are other species of flies known to responsible for cases of myiasis in North America, mainly blowflies. According to an epidemiological study conducted in 2000, most instances of myiasis acquired in the United States are the result of blowflies laying their eggs in pre-existing wounds.

None of which is quite as terrifying as the claim that any one of us could end up with a worm in our eye simply by being exposed to too much dust, which helps explain why the true facts of the case aren't circulating with the photos. In folklore, the story's the thing - accuracy takes a back seat to emotional impact, or, as folklorist Jan Harold Brunvand succinctly puts it, "The truth never stands in the way of a good story."

original from:

urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl-eye-worm2.htm

Mohunong ang taligsik, ig sugod sa uwan......

Sinulog '08, Pit Senyor!


Dili lagi ko mo lansar para pagka-Presidente. Nitan-aw lang ko Sinulog!


Smile dancers!

Pit Senyor! kang Dodong kani!


Senyor Sto. Nino!
Viva Senyor!

Bring my Menudo back....

Here's my menudo. i love you, robby! i love you , martin!

Voted as the worst song in yahoo, i dont care, my heart belongs to the 80's. where's my menudo?

in response to Gamaliel, the twisted rabble rouser.


i don't want myself to be a fodder for fertile minds with idle bodies.
i don't want any remoras to grow on me, feeding on my strength,
delighted with my misgivings.
i don't want to open my email and read some ugly insinuations from a
tainted source.
i don't want to be a part of someone's grand twisted design to assist
in making his day and to help that person practice his prose.


i simply don't need it.
and i'm zipping it.

OTOT! song composed by RommelRat , inspired by Budoy

mangotot ko 2x
gi-sakitan pa jud ko, na ngotot ko sa imong tungod
dako kaayo 2x
ang akong otot, ohhhhh!
mangotot ko 2x, gisakitan pa gyud kooh, ohhhhh!


Goodbyes....

What is good in parting, what is good in being left behind, what is good in waiting for someone to come back, what is good in hoping that you will be remembered.

Old friends, new friends, new found friends, on-line friends, trivial friends, one way or the other, your paths has crossed. Each prose that comes from the keyboard are linkages of your emotions. Some will call it shallow but I call it spiritual. How then can you unravel the connection of minds and thoughts on someone you just read and sometimes feel?

Arianne, we may not have seen each other, but you have touched my soul. Cebu will always be a part of you. I may not be a part of your planeteers but I feel that I am your constant moon, following every revolution that your planet takes. Your everlasting light that follows the tides of your life. Wherever you go, my thoughts will always be with you, as silent as the moon, as strong as the pull of gravity.

Goodbye, my baby Rain. But its really a pseudo-parting, the earth is still round and web is very much expanding.

Hello, again.



she sings in the bathroom, and she rocks!


I have created a lot of blogs inside my head, from my thoughts on food, anecdotes I heard, on funny signs, my bad and nice feelings and some things related with my work.

Pero unsa mang hitabo-a kung, mag-atubang nako sa monitor, mawala man tanan. Is this what we call as blogemesia? (kauban kaha ni sa blogorheaa o opposite?)

God, i wish i could be as poetic as my baby rain or as prolific as the bisdakplaneteers, or as philosophic as paolo, but it will remain a wish as of now.

please GOD, give me the power of the written word.


Whispering Stupidity: a vacation in hell




The long weekend brought us to the island of Negros. The Hubby was climbing the majestic Mt Kanloan with the Boylets and we were sent to the island of Sipaway just off San Carlos City (just 20 mins by pump boat from the port) to wait for his return from the mountains. Upon arriving at the WHISPERING PALMS BEACH RESORT (German owned with 5 wives), we were very much impressed with the clean cottages and well maintained shrubs and greens.

However, we were much disappointed with their services and with the German owner with a myopic view of what a friendly resort should be. He charged us P2,400 (>< 50$) with a family room with no TV, no 24H aircon (only 6pm to 6am, to save on generator fuel, kuno, but isnt that included in the cost ?), only 2 single beds, and he has the nerve to impose a 4 pax only to a room when his brochure clearly stated 6 pax to a family room. There were 4 of us and my son, he wanted us to get another room because ONLY 4 PAX ARE ALLOWED ONLY. How stupid can he be! the 5th person was a 9 year child. Luckily, he saw the light. But, oh my, the food was very much over priced (one order from their menu is equivalent to one meal we have, good for 5 pax with extra rice, ice cream and 2 rounds of drinks at San Carlos City) and WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BRING FOOD AND BEVERAGES. We don't mind paying top money as long as its reasonable, and, hello, this is not our first time to have an out of town vacation nor stayed in a "high end" resort.

We chose to be patient in honor of the feast day of San Carlos Borromeo which happened to be celebrated that weekend. We spend the rest of the day swimming, and there was no pool life guard ! the pool doesn't even have lights during the night ! And on the day we checked out, they was no bellboy to carry our heavy bags.

Whisper it LOUD and CLEAR, stay away from this resort.

Local Ground: the best Cebu Music !

Bahay ni Kuya : maka-lingaw !

battle of no reason

if you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.
if you know yourself but not the enemy,
for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat.
if you know neither the enemy nor yourself,
you will succumb in every battle

-the art of war, sun tzu


I love this girl, however,

whatever,

wherever,

whenever.

I don't care, regardless,

whoever........







on friday, it will be my only son's 9th birthday. time indeed, flew very fast.
he was just as little as a coca cola bottle, now,
he occupies half of our super king size bed and snore as loud as his daddy.
he's starting to talk about girls!
whew! girls!
the bane of every possessive mother's existence.
please stay away from my son.
im not ready yet to relinquish my supposedly supreme possession over him.
i know i have to but let me cherish the moment.
he has to be his own man
but for now he is mommy's little man.

Little Man JoeHey


on friday, it will be my only son's 9th birthday. time indeed, flew very fast.
he was just as little as a coca cola bottle, now,
he occupies half of our super king size bed and snore as loud as his daddy.
he's starting to talk about girls!
whew! girls!
the bane of every possessive mother's existence.
please stay away from my son.
im not ready yet to relinquish my supposedly supreme possession over him.
i know i have to but let me cherish the moment.
he has to be his own man
but for now he is mommy's little man.