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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

Friday, September 23, 2005

i need to find my voice. so i have to write. for the next few days, i will write about the people i know, my acquaintances, my friends, classmates in highschool, college and beyond.

well, i had a dream last night. i dream a lot these days. i'm sure i had other dreams last night. but since this dream occurred as i was about to wake, it's the only one i can recall.

i was back in highschool - history class with madam cora. world history all over again. she wasn't a conventional teacher. but she's ok - heck i passed (great achievement at that time). not much lecture. the pupils lecture. everyday, someone volunteers or she picks out a student who will 'report' about what he/she knows about this subject to the entire class. you get to choose your death...i mean topic. she brings strips of cartolina with topics on them. usually it would just say - world war II, renaissance, enlightenment or battle of this and battle of that. huge subject to cover and sometimes too little to say. two causes: nervousness/panic or simply unprepared. either way, both are BAD for your grades. she also brings with her bond papers with pictures of all those medieval people. you have to say something about that person - birth, failures, accomplishments, etc. anything you know. your grade depends on it. so if you haven't met them in any of your readings, better start a devotion to st. jude the impossible.

because of her style, i think i nearly memorize zaide's book and another book on world history which was as thick as leithold's calculus 7 (no sh*t). it was information overload. no wonder i did poorly in math. my brain had no more space for numbers.

good thing i like reading, but sometimes reading about dead people is B-O-R-I-N-G. but there are times when boredom is preferable than failure.

so this dream made me recall my classmates in highschool. i decided to write about them. everyday i choose a classmate and write everything i can recall about that classmate. if it's a short recollection, forgive me. memory issues, nothing personal.

so let me start with...hmm i guess...me.

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