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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, July 19, 2005

here's what happened on july 19:
arrived at naga a little over 4am. no jeepneys passing through cbd yet and don't want to take the trycycle bec they'll charge me P50-60 no (so, no way jose). decided to take a bus then for just P5 - good thing there was a bus about to leave for partido. still too dark to see anything outside. nearly missed my stop. no pedicabs yet - had to walk the distance from the entrance to the subd to our house (it's like walking from the pasay road-paseo to ayala ave). it was cold, dark and a little exhausting.

the dogs didn't bark at all. mugsy recognized me and so did my pet choco. slept half the day. then went grocery shopping in the afternoon with my brother. he went to his class afterwards. then i waited for my brother at the bus station around 7pm. we took the bus for goa - left at 7:30pm.

i missed traveling at night. we passed by endless fields on our way to goa. the moon was out in all its glory. we passed by farms ready for planting, the silver glow of the moon reflected on the muddy surface. the muddy fields looked like we were passing by still silvery water. but of course you know it's just mud, it's only your eyes playing tricks on you. but the view is still breathtaking.

we passed by areas of nearly endless black and green. broken only by a a lone house surrounded by nothing but palay fields and the looming dark mountains beyond. no electricity just electromax to light yor nights. i don't think i can live like that for so long. i tried that - spent two days on an island with no electricity (just stars to light your nights), and no running water except for seawater and the water from the balon (which is not too stomach friendly). but it was a great experience - wouldn't those trade few days for anything else.
and so our bus passed through palay fields of ocampo and the sugarcane fields of tigaon. the roads were empty. few cars on sight and no people roaming at night. street lights are quite rare and very far apart from each other. on some areas there's none at all. just the bus' headlights.

buyo, where my lala lived was very different when i was younger. but it has changed a lot since. dirt roads were now paved cold hard cement. i missed our that old road. rocky, grass growing on the sides and around the big rocks, muddy when it rains, and an occasional carabao dung.

arrived at goa past 9pm. uncle henry has been waiting for more than an hour for us. sorry uncle - bus was movin' too slow. reunion with my grandma lala yin. been a long time since i've seen her. still the same grandma i've know in my youth only thinner but still feisty =) i am her eldest grandchild.

she's going to be 80 in december. i wish i could be there on her birthday. my cousins have all grown up. one is about to have his first baby. everything is changing fast. i feel like i'm trailing behind, moving too slowly, stuck on a muck, just stationary. am i happy? half the time... is the glass half full? it all perception...

dinner was crabs (ginataan). heaven....

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