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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

Saturday, April 09, 2005

i've always thought august is the unlucky month. but these past two days is about to change my opinion of that. my cousin is about to have an operation to fix his jaw since somebody mashed it with something heavy while he was drunk. my two young cousins broke the windshield of a pajero when one of them remembered to duck while they were throwing stones at each other. believe it or not these two incidents happened all in one day. their mothers were very unhappy, of course. probably ruing the day they were born... they probably wish they had daughters instead. these two aunts of mine all have boys for kids; 4 each = ) mere coincidence?

3:20am yesterday morning, i was awakened with a single word spoken by somebody who seemed to be right behind me. i was half asleep having just changed my sleeping position. i was about to nudge off again when i heard it. it was just one word. it was not that loud; just enough to permeate my sleep-fogged brain. remembering that my cousin was in the hospital, all sorts of scary thoughts were running inside my head. i couldn't sleep again,and since i just used up all of my load i couldn't even call home.

finally around 4am my sister woke up. i told her i was unable to sleep. i was awakened by a shout from person who seemed to be behind me. my sister asked "is it a man's voice?" i said "yeah..." and then she asked again "what did he say?" i go like "HOY!" and she said it's always that one word. i was looking at her and i am getting goosebumps swapping ghost stories with my sister at past 4 in the morning. she told me that she was had been awakened by that same man twice while sleeping alone. always with a HOY!

she asked me if it was so loud and i said no. she said that the first time she heard it, it was so loud she thought there was somebody in the room with her. she felt like the man screamed in front of her face. she even went as far as to opening the door to check if there was someone outside. since there was none, she thought she was dreaming (in the afternoon? - yeah could be). the second time it happened, always a HOY, a man, and loud enough to wake her up from a good afternoon nap. she opened the door again to check if there was somebody outside. NO ONE.

she never told me because she thought she only dreamt it up.
and now that it happened to me, she said "now i know i didn't dream it." how is that suppose to be comforting to me????

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