Christmas

By kim magno

The Cold breeze Embraces the moon Enters the house even to the secret room Sparkling lights play with my sight All over the town to the darkest of night Under the yuletide tree father has rebuilt I see plenty of gifts With names I dont read So that the surprise is conceived For the better I believe I just hope I could get That something I have wished In the pantry of the house I smell the menu Especially the bico, Even the menudo Ignoring the empatso When the pigs so jumbo That was gratefully sent to us By my favorite tito Outside the windowpane, I see lots of children Who sings carols That praise the heaven And later be waiting For some coins to be given From the pocket of my heart With the amount forgotten All these I wonder When to experience again

With my loved ones together Not on this land snow maker Nor on the desert like steamer But to the country of pearl

My beloved
By kim magno

I love her eyes most beguiling, Most striking, most inspiring, most pleasing and sometimes inevitably deceiving

even her nose frozen, prominent and softened that made her adorable and incomparably sophisticated

she walks so graceful, so beautiful when she creep but not her paws when you are critically hit.

Balikbayan in the box

By kim magno

To fix others kitchen In the western sea Is to sustain all the fancies Of her beloved Annie

To guard others home In the middle of Rome Is to keep her mother

Extravagantly groomed

To flush others feces Inside the huge cruises Seems to save the mankind From all fake crises

The palace says theyre heroes Who deserve most bravos But when they encounter bad luck Care the castle lacks And will just stoically claim them Inside the box.

Pincers
By kim magno

In such country of peninsulas and summers Archipelagoes threatened by salt and waters Living in the same river but not as together You can catch them no wonder but to the country of pearl

Philippines known for its great wonders Live john and peter of unequal shares To live divided for them is much better To stand on each others wounded bodies seems the best ever

Gifted with valiant and extraordinary pincers Not to become a miner but to drag the goals of others Seeing newcomer on top makes him feel uneasy and bitter To pull him harder is his purpose sooner Carapace so hard as brave shield and shelter To use it For helping those in danger, has never been wiser Some crabs over him maybe is his greatest fear You can catch them no wonder but to the country of pearl

The indios of great skills universally better Become the burdens and aches of his sisters and brothers To become a laborer never for others but for himself rather seems to be a blood sucker and an incomparable sinner, countrys leader who maltreats his followers Philippines model, who is the best rule breaker

pincers sinner, carapace stabber he uses them selfishly and drowned by the freshest water sideward he run and must pray to fly in the air for soon will disappear his country of pearl

my morning battle

by kim magno

the fan whispers cool wind that says lie and feel at peace ignoring the sun, eating the eve running my eyes giving me heat

oh, what a feeling to battle with my graceful pillows and covers holding me tighter and sincere hoping this last longer for my bliss

the soft and sweet bed of mine desperately pull me to be inclined like a loving mother that makes me feel safe truly without a crime

though I reply punch to the clock and win for hes weak! I still give him some kick, when he does bravely repeats

the clock then rest with me, but the rooster never did I wish the worlds muted And have care for my benefit

Im the defeated without rest

For the dead rest in peace not I who needs to rise and move some knees and reap some rice Oh , how cruel the world to me is I want to sleep more please ?

To love not for nothing

By kim magno

Just to be with someone for the sake of being with someone has never been my game neither my aim nor to prove that my heart is lame that I couldnt love because of shame but its because I dont want to be blamed when I realize .. all I brought was pain but now I finally found my soft sun, my air for living, the cause for this run youre the reason of my solitary Lifting me through my blissful ecstasy you are reminded to me by the stars coz in dark sky you are my only sight if then I really didnt love for nothing trust me now for you are my everything

BEST DIVORCE LETTER EVER Dear Wife, Im writing you this letter to tell you that Im leaving you forever. Ive been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. ... Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didnt even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You dont tell me you love me anymore; you dont want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either youre cheating on me or you dont love me anymore; whatever the case, Im gone. Your EX-Husband P.S. dont try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life! Dear Ex-Husband Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. Its true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what youve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping Too bad that doesnt work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was You look just like a girl! Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you cant say something nice, I didnt comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you wont get a dime from me. So take care. Signed, Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free! P.S. I dont know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope thats not a problem!

an old story but still LOVEEEEEEEE IT LOL: A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: 'Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through. So, please allow her body to switch with mine for a day.

God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. ... The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman... He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate... Awakened the kids, Set out their school clothes, Fed them breakfast, Packed their lunches, Drove them to school, Came home and picked up the dry cleaning, Took it to the cleaners And stopped at the bank to make a deposit, Went grocery shopping, Then drove home to put away the groceries, Paid the bills and balanced the check book. He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog... Then, it was already 1 P.M. And he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, Dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework. Then, set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing. At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper, He cleaned the kitchen, Ran the dishwasher, Folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. He was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint. The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said: - Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, Oh! Please, let us trade back.. Amen!' The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. But you'll have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night xxx

SMILES UNDER RAINDROPS

BY KIM MAGNO
When siestas and harvests come to an end, the Filipino people again welcome the months of June, July, and August which are the months that most of the time boisterously uproot plants and trees, beat frail dwellings, ruin sources of income and the worst, end lives of so much innocents with their unfulfilled aspirations, leaving so much debris of not all woes and mourns but admiringly, the valiant, delightful smiles in the faces of those fortunate who survived and chose to continue life, rise again, and face the new beginning. Filipinos are actually known for being happy, usually for being in good mood or aura. They handle things in very strange and unpredictable ways. For instance, when somebody in the family or friends just had died, a Filipino would of course cry, mourn a little and would then jokingly utter ang bait mo kasi, ayan tuloy kinuha kana ni lord followed by a laughter, and when the tension is gone and the fact has already been accepted, one would get chairs and table and shout bingguhan na!! as if there is a huge group of illegal gamblers in the mid two-way crossing of the town, Seemingly, the very famous coffee party should not be missing, that is as if the houses faucet endlessly excretes fresh brewed coffee for the players who give tong a donation, Also, there in the serving tray are the popular combination of biscuits, peanuts and kornik, Well, that is our culture. Filipinos personality is really unique on its own way, Filipino family celebrates numerous occasions such as fiestas for thanking saints for the lavish blessings throughout the year, birthdays, anniversaries, christening even death anniversaries, the celebration of Christmas in the

Philippines which is probably the longest in the entire world. These simple celebrations served as proofs of how cheerful Filipinos are, how they value life and family gatherings. When there is an occasion to celebrate and there are visitors to accommodate, a Filipino family wins the award for being the most hospitable because despite of having less in life, the mother in the family would ironically welcome the visitors Tuloy po kayo,sa maliit naming bahay even though their house is not that small, pasyensya napo sa handa, iyan lang ang nakayanan even though there are plenty of food, and they would give you an entertainment of your satisfaction, and proofs for that are the tv shows in the country that contain lots of humor not just for the sake of entertainment but to cure emotional illness as well for as we know, laughter is the best medicine, When there are lots of problems and struggles, a Filipino would say lilipas din yan and even the opm song advises.. .tawanan mo lang ang iyong problema, when a Filipino lost something he would just say ok lang, may kaplit un, mas maganda, when he met an accident together with his friends and they fortunately survived, they would make a circle of friends then one would say si dodong nakagat ng aso sa puwet as if putting the disgrace into jokes and to make fun of their companions. When the rice at dinner got spoiled the next day, a Filipino would say hindi pa panis, nakulob lng, isasangag ko pa yan, when there is flood of two feet high, Filipino children wouldnt see it as a dirty stuff but an opportunity to dive, swim and play with it. When the electricity is temporarily cut off due to severe raining, one would light the gasera and the other starts playing the guitar as if courting the bright moon and the stars. Habang maikli ang kumot, matutong mamaluktot, a Filipino saying that truly is evident in the lives of Filipinos, Filipinos were born to live their lives with the brighter perspective, they see beautiful in the hideous, full in the empty, jokes in sorrow, laughter in the pain and most of all.. they can live lives. like death as if they are in heaven.

Evaluative Report on the Final exam in Rhetoric of ED-31

(Choric interpretation of Rafael Zulueta da Costa from the textbook An approach to Literature by Romero and Eugenio)

Like The Molave by Rafael Zulueta da Costa

Not yet, rizal, not yet. Sleep not in peace: There are a thousand waters to be spanned; There are a thousand mountains to be crossed; There are a thousand crosses to be borne. Our shoulders are not strong; our sinews are Grown flaccid with dependence, smug with ease Under anothers wing. Rest not in peace; Not yet, Rizal, not yet. The land has need Of young blood-and, what younger than your own, Forever spilled in the great name of freedom, Forever oblate on the altar of The free? Not you alone, Rizal. O souls And spirits of the martyred brave, arise! Arise and scour the land! Shed once again Your willing blood! Infuse the vibrant red Into our thin anaemic veins; until We pick up your Promethean tools and, strong, Out of the depthless matrix of your of your faith

In us, and on the silent cliffs of freedom, We carve for all time your marmoreal dream! Until our people, seeing, are become Like the molave, firm, resilent, staunch, Rising on the hillside, unafraid, Strong in its own fibre, yes, like the molave!

The youth of the land is a proud and noble appellation, The youth of the land is a panoramic poem, The youth of the land is a book of paradoxes, The youth of the land is a pat on ones back, The youth of the land is a huge canvas of spectral colors, The youth of the land is an epic tragedy-comedy, The youth of the land is a crashing symphony, The youth of the land is a child grown old in tears, The youth of the land is an old man laughing through a perpetual infancy; A bastard child of a thousand dreams, masquerading and dancing, The youth of the land.

We, the Filipinos of today, are soft, Easy-going, parasitic, frivolous, Inconstant, indolent, inefficient. Would you have me sugarcoat you? I would be happier to shower praise upon My countrymenbut let us be realists Let us strip ourselves Youth of the land, you are a bitter pill to swallow. This is a testament of the youth borne on the four pacific winds; This is a parable of seed four ways sown in stone; This is a chip not only on the Presidents shoulder: The nation of our fathers shivers with longing expectation. Shall we, sons and daughters, brother youths of the land, Walk up new and forever knock the flirting chip off? Or will the nation of our fathers be forever and forever Lighting candles in the wind? The answer is tomorrow and tomorrow. We shall give up our lives, tomorrow. Today? this hour? this minute?

We are secure under the stars-and-stripes. I went to a movie today gosh I cried. I went to a movie yesterday gee I laughed. I bought my laughter and my tears. My horse gave dividendazo yesterday. My new dress is the latest one. My parents gave me the best of education. I speak English and Spanish and French. I speak foreign languages without accent. I can lisp a little Tagalog. I think the conga is divine dont you? I think Szostakowics is brilliant dont you? We Manilans are really cosmopolitan. Was not Franco the word divine made incarnate? Were not those leftist reds atrocious? Federico Garcia Lorca? Never heard him. Punctually we remember our dead once a year. Punctually we worship God on Sunday morning. We are the only Christian nation in the Orient.

The Ed-31, English Major Students after their stupendous performance, The Interpretation of Like the Molave by Rafael Zulueta Dacosta.

Ed-31 Together with their elegant Professor in Rhetoric, Prof. Erlinda Lemence

(left) Mr. Restituto Lumacang, Ms. Martha Ramirez, and Mr. John Marc Ramos Cristobal

Ed- 31 while discussing important reminders and some pieces of advice from Prof. Lemence

List of Performers
Ahmad Aquino Araneta Bautista Buluran Correche Cristobal Daen Dela cruz Elfa Enriquez Flores Japen Lumacang Mance Manalata Magno Paras Ramirez Tayco Yabut Zambrona ALSO, ATTACHED HEREWITH INSIGHTS FROM THE ED31 REGARDING THE SUBJECT RHETORIC/ MEMORABLE EXERIENCES/ ABOUT THE PROFESSOR AND SOME PERSONAL MESSAGES. =)

Six Feet of the Country

First Published: 1986 Type of Work: Short Stories Genres: Short fiction

Even if South Africa were not in the news, these seven stories would make excellent reading: Nadine Gordimer is simply one of the finest short story writers in the Englishspeaking world. SIX FEET OF THE COUNTRY is a collection of her best short stories from previously published books, and here one receives a generous sampling of her narrative style, a mixture of the best to be found in writers such as Ernest Hemingway, Graham Greene, William Faulkner, and O. Henry. She is in constant control of her medium; every word seems measured and precise. Each of these stories turns--somewhat ironically--on a bizarre encounter between a black and white resident of South Africa, separated as they are by laws, culture, language, and traditions. In the title story, Six Feet of the Country, a young black boy is taken to the morgue after he dies from exposure. When his relatives claim the body, they discover that the wrong body is in the casket. They appeal to their white employer, who happens along at the awkward moment of the burial. He, in turn, petitions government officials and acts as a sort of liaison between the poor blacks and officialdom in Johannesburg. In the end, the body is never recovered, but the whiteman finds himself in an odd and ambiguous position, an unwilling representative of a government bureaucracy which neither he nor his employees understand. Sexual relations are always complicated, but interracial affairs in South Africa are especially dangerous and cumbersome. In Good Climate, Friendly Inhabitants, a white widow becomes unwittingly involved with a seedy white criminal, and in her confusion adopts a black man as her confidant. Ultimately, the black man saves them all by deftly sending the white suitor on his way--he understands the implications of the affair far better than the shallow white woman. City Lovers and Country Lovers, a pair of stories obviously intended as companion pieces, clearly demonstrate the tragic consequences for lovers who dare to cross the color-line. Both stories depict an affair between a white man and a black woman; both culminate in an ugly trial. The whites are exonerated, while the black women are abandoned to their confusion and bitterness. In each affair, good intentions become lethal once the couple is discovered.

All these stories are sustained by a wondrous sense of place, by intensely vivid descriptions of the South African land itself. Gordimer is a memorable storyteller because she never descends to the level of cheap satire or easy irony; she writes wisely and compassionately about the tragic and perplexing contradictions of her own native land. As with all great writers, her subject, finally, is the human condition itself.

(In 1948, the apartheid system was created to categorize people into different racial groups. The Whites, colored, Indian and the Africans were the four main races that existed in South Africa. The white minority adopted oppression as a tool to control the colored racial groups in South Africa. The apartheid system failed to acknowledge the identity, livelihood and the rights of individuals. The short stories in Six feet of the Country by Nadine Gordimer illustrated these issues by conveying to the reader examples of oppression. She accomplished this by depicting the climax from the daily lives of the oppressed. Many Asian and black populations were stripped of their identity during the apartheid system.)

Enemy of the People

Dr. Stockmann makes a discovery that he thinks will help the town. He presses for changes to be made to the baths, but the town turns on him. Not only have his scientific experiments been a waste of time, and not only will the townspeople suffer, but his freedom of speech and self-respect are being attacked. He then decides that the only reason that the leaders have turned on him is that they are afraid of the people. He, thus, lashes out at the people. He is motivated both by his anger and by true realizations about the corruption of the town. It can be concluded that An Enemy of the People has two key messages. First, it is a criticism of democracy. Second, it is the story of how one man's bravery and self-respect can survive overwhelming odds. Ibsen's critique of democracy is twofold. First, he shows the tyranny of the majority. The majority is a tyrant insofar as the leaders of society are afraid to do what is right because they are at the people's mercy. Even though Hovstad wanted to print the doctor's report on the baths, he was afraid to do so because his subscribers would be upset. The mayor cannot propose any changes to the baths because the public might find out that the mayor had made a mistake in the original plans and, thus, oust him. The majority is afraid of risk and, according to the doctor, it is not intelligent enough to do what is right. While Ibsen illustrates the tyranny of the majority, he also shows how leaders can manipulate the majority. When Aslaksen and the mayor take control of the town meeting, they are manipulating the majority, using the majority to their ends. It could be that Hovstad merely cited his subscribers' possible wrath as an excuse because he himself did not want to print the article. More likely, both he

and his subscribers would have been against the doctor. Those who are in power, like Hovstad and the mayor, automatically guess what the majority will want, and they always try to please the majority. While Aslaksen and the mayor manipulated the audience at the town meeting, they influenced them in the only way possible. In other words, it would have been almost impossible for the mayor to convince the crowd that they should support the doctor's comments about the stupidity of the masses. Ibsen's idea is that the majority does not rule directly; instead, the idea and threat of the majority keeps leaders from acting honestly. The personal story of Dr. Stockmann is secondary. The key thing to remember is that he is extremely idealistic and maybe even a little naive and foolish. His wife, after all, feels compelled to remind him of practicalities.

Written Report In Literary Criticism (Marxism)

- Six Feet off the Country - Enemy of the People

Prepared by: MAGNO, KIM L. MANALATA, BILL LAWRENCE I. ED31

SUBMITTED TO: PROF. ERLINDA LEMENCE

Personally, after reading the short stories Six Feet of the Country and The Enemy of the People, my partner and I came to realize how lucky we, the youth of today, are for we are not experiencing all the societal struggles such as tyranny and discrimination that most of our ancestor had experienced in the past in the hands of the aliens should I say. Also there were lots of meaty lines in the two short stories that enlighten our minds more than ever. the strongest man is the man who stands alone and it is not always the majority who is right, for minority can always be.

The short story, Six feet of the Country, divulged the apartheid system, it is the division of human class which for us sounds very inhumane and should not be exercised in any form. Racial discrimination is the theme in pursuit of using the Marxist approach.

On the other hand, The Enemy of the People proved that the good or the right are not always the things being done by most of the people, or the things to where most of the people believe in for somehow the minority can always be the right one.