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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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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

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

woke up past 7 am. my cousins have all gone to school. lala yin and lala din about to attend mass on the only chapel in buyo, which reminds me that i haven't been to church for so long. i didn't come with them. i should've but well i reasoned that i can't go there wearing my clothes yesterday (lame, huh).

spent the half the day roaming around buyo. buyo is on the south eastern slope of mt. isarog. went to the other house (commonly referred to amongst us as balyo, which roughly translated means other side) and it is owned by one of my aunts. it's a 10-15 minutes slow walk from my lala yin's house. there is an old house there where a house sitter lives, one of our distant relatives. the house is surrounded by mango, guava, avocado and pili trees. some banana plants out front and jackfruit trees.

across the house is the farm owned by my aunt, palay the color of gold ready for harvesting. "if it doesn't rain on saturday" said the sitter. then behind the house are more palay fields. i experienced passing through it to get to lala yin's house. and that was quite a trek. we don't do it unless we're feeling adventurous. we take the usual boring road but on that day my cousins and i felt like exploring so we went the back way. the worst that could happen though is you could fall flat on your face on the mud if you missed your step and of course hibo, which when you catch is itchy like hell. my grandmother when she learned of it, told us we were all crazy looking for nothing but body ache and trouble. the only thing that hurt after that walk was our feet. but it felt good, the adrenaline rush, the wind, the scratches and everything.

there was a small creek by the old house. we used it for swimming when we were younger but now it's been filled by mud where there used to be sand and gabi has grown on our small swimming pool. i missed the old days. life was much simpler then. near the house is a samll river, kulasi. i remember frolicking there with my cousins after a strong typhoon region because that's the only time it gets cleaned up and the water level really rises making the current more stronger and much suited for swimming. the strong water carry big rocks and felled trees and also stirs the snakes living living near the river. but during normal days, kulasi is full of grass and i don't dare take a swim since it passes by houses whose denizens used it for reasons that don't just include bathing. then there are pigsties built near it and carabao dung which is unavoidable since the river is surrounded by palay fields. the sad thing is the water is getting shallower and shallower. big storms mean more water coming from the mountains and those waters carry big rocks and felled trees.

so when we're feeling adventurous and feel like swimming, we trek to ranggas. the first time i went thre, it was with a bunch of my cousins. we went with our yaya who lives close to ranggas. it's a long walk from my lala's house, maybe 30-45 minutes. we don't go there often because we've been warned of elementals and even NPA's. we're more afraid of elementals actually because that river is supposedly enchanted. to go through it is to passed through endless jungle of coconut trees and the path is mostly rocky, dense vegetation, and fewer houses the farther you go. there's no electricity on these parts so we always leave before dark. it's easy to get lost. plus the aswang stories told by our yayas are always fresh on our minds. it's enough to make us walk faster when daylight is fading.

ranggas is much bigger than kulasi since kulasi is just one of it's tributaries. the current is much stronger, some parts of it are deeper, more than 4 feet. one thing you will notice about ranggas are its huge boulders and rocks the color of orange. the rocks are slippery and some will cut your feet but that doesn't keep us from the water. the water flows from mt. isarog. i have never gone up that mountain. i wish i had. i wanted to find out if what i've heard is true - 2 springs, one hot and one cold just beside each other. can't imagine it so i want to see if it's true.

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