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(sarcasm and cynism galore)

"I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end."
Margaret Thatcher, in Observer April 4, 1989

i don't know who said this but i agree:
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

"Lately, I have come to believe that the principle difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there."
-- Simon Illyan, from A Civil Campaign by L.M. Bujold

from The Devil's Dictionary by the ultimate cynic Ambrose Bierce :
"Patience: a minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue."
"Diplomacy: The patriotic art of lying for one's country."
"Politics: The conduct of public affairs for private advantage."
"Bride, n.: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her."
"Lawyer, n.: One skilled in the circumvention of the law."
"Year, n.: A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments."
"Pleasure, n.: The least hateful form of dejection."
"Reverence: the spiritual attitude of a man to a god and a dog to a man."
"Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves."
"Corporation, n.: An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility."
"Absurdity, n.: A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one's own opinion."
"Acquaintance, n.: A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to."
"Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves."
"Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen."
"Quotation, n.: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another."
"Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum (I think that I think, therefore I think that I am.)"
"Brain, n.: an apparatus with which we think we think."
"Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others."
"Painting: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic."
"Politics, n.: Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles."
"There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don't know."
"Politeness, n.: The most acceptable hypocrisy."
"Truth: An ingenious compound of desirability and appearance."
"Mad, adj.: Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence."
"Love, n.: A temporary insanity curable by marriage."
"Egotist, n.: A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me."

from Mark Twain:
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
"Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please."
"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."
"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."

from Voltaire:
"If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him."

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WHaT'S oN MY SH3LF???

The 8th Commandment by Lawrence Sanders Read it and loved it. Go ahead and meet Dunk, yeah that's the protagonist's nickie

Lawrence Sander's book: Timothy's Game I want a Timothy Cone too!

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

there are some things so onerous i don't do them unless there's a gun pointed at my temple. things like going to the dentist and having my hair cut or whatever... they're both traumatic experiences - painful and one way or the other something's gonna get itself pulled out.

regardless, i had my hair done yesterday - rebond actually. took more than 7 hours to get it done. if you don't believe that, no point in continuing to read this. it really took that long. i went to the salon about 1pm went home past 7pm.

here's what happended. when we gotthere, they decided to have a draw. they wrote their names down on paper and i get to choose the unlucky hairdresser who would do it. the person i picked up is the person who asked me to choose ",>

some of the people there started to wish him goodluck, you better start pryaing or you need a miracle ",> well i silently wished him all of that too...

now:
i don't recognize my hair - duh! joel says (the guy who did the rebond) told me after it was done - hindi ka nananaginip (you're not dreaming anymore!) haha. SOB...

when my friends ask me why - i tell them my mother had always told me i need to look human again. it doesn't really feel like my hair, so it must be a wig ",)

but seriously, it's not as easy as it looks. i'm sure joel have said enough novenas and repeated the 5 decades of the rosary over and over again. how many times did he pray it? i wonder.

the first thing he applied smelled so bad, he left it on my hair for probably an hour. then he washed my hair, blow dried it, i thought it didn't work coz it's rising with the humidity again. neeways, he "ironed" my hair. then he applied another thing again left it for i don't know how long, washed it again, applied something that smelled like mint, washed it again and then applied the final thing. he "ironed" my hair again and then tada - here i am with this alien thing that seems to be attached miraculously to my scalp. i went out feeling like my brain was overcooked and everything has turned to mush.

i went home tired. even if all i did on that salon was sit. sighhh...






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