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"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

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

it was a scary valentine's day. a bomb planted inside a bus by the ayala mrt station exploded killing 3 passengers and wounding others. my sister and i were in glorietta at that time. we wouldn't be there at all if one of us didn't break the bloody iron! (guess who?) so we decided to buy a new one. otherwise, we'd both go to work wearing un-ironed clothes. we would have gone to sm if i didn't remember there's an anson ( at first i thought it was abenson - oh well) on the third floor of the landmark. good thing there was because - well it would have been traumatic if we were in sm. after securing an iron, we decided to call mom so we went to glorietta.

it was past 7pm and we were on the phone with mom and everyone back home - exchanging valentine greetings and what-have-yous. it was probably a few minutes before the call ended when the bomb exploded. my sister says she thought she heard something that sounded like thunder. she thought something heavy on the second floor must've fallen to the floor. well i was talking to my mom, the mall was noisy and i was in a nook where the phone was. i was oblivious to whatever was around me except the conversation i was having with my mother. we said our goodbyes to mom and walked out of that nook. we haven't even taken our third step when we saw people running from the direction of sm ayala. we were like "what the hell is going on?" we stared for a few seconds walked off again and stared again. Heck it's going to become a stampede! and i saw one lady fell (my sister later said that the lady was holding a kid - poor little one)and one guy who was running and who wasn't looking at where he's going at all (he was looking back) stumbled over the lady that was already on the floor. so i decided this can't be good, i dragged my sister (who was still staring at the throng of people coming from that direction) into one store and the guard noticing the commotion outside closed the door. we waited for just a few mintues for the crowd of panicked people to pass and went out of the store. some of the people are now on the second level of the mall. i decided to go home now,most of the stores are closing anyway or looked like they were closed because the store personnels closed it when the thing happened. we went out of glorietta not knowing what happened.

when we were about to crossed the street that's between landmark and the ayala terminal, an fx with a loadful of bleeding people passed by. so it was bad. we still didn't know what the raucus was all about until we got to pasong tamo, our jeepney driver mentioned something to the traffic enforcer about the queue of people at the ayala terminal and the traffic there and the guy said a bus near the ayala mrt station exploded. and we were like "ohhh...."

it's a good thing my sister decided against going to libis that day. she felt a little lazy. her boss wanted her to do some "cold can" there but my sister decided against it. good thing because if she did, we would usually agree to meet in glorietta or landmark. so she would either take the mrt or the bus and she'd go down at that station and - KABOOM - if you're at the wrong pLAce at th wrong. thank God for angels... and the right amount of laziness at the most convenient time.

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