Hope, more than a cigar

Fortune Cookies !

2009-12-11T22:52:00.000-08:00

Fortune Cookies !

*" You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try. "

* " Some pursue happiness; you create it. "

*" It is better to be ignorant than mistaken "

*" You will be traveling and coming into a fortune. "

*" Nothing in the world is accomplished without passion. "

* " The leader seeks to communicate his vision to his followers. "

*" Your hard work will get payoff today. "

* " The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic "

*" Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it. "

*" Your heart is pure, and your mind clear, and your soul devout. "

*" Pick a path with heart. "

* If we do not change our direction, we are likely to end up where we are headed "

*" If you believe everything you read, better not read "

*" Keep true to the dreams of your youth. "

*" An alien of some sort will be appearing to you shortly! "

*" Listen to many, speak to a few "

*" A clever person turns great troubles into little ones and little ones into none at all "

*" He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh at. "

2009-03-27T15:54:00.001-07:00

We don’t have to be born with a special talent in order to be great at something. We just have to have the desire to constantly work at and improve our skill. This is huge: it means that you can learn to be good, or even great at nearly anything!

Most people won’t go through the long and difficult process of deliberate practice. But this is what can separate you from the pack. This is what makes great performance rare: most people either don’t believe they can do it, or aren’t willing to do the work to become truly great at their passion.

So ask yourself, what is your ‘mastery skill’? What should you work on to improve regularly, practicing, getting feedback, improving and pushing yourself to higher levels of excellence?

Is it your career? Is it a sport? Is it art or music? Now that you know that excellence is a choice, a whole world of possibilities opens up. Are you ready to pursue your dream and become “world class at it”?

One message of In Search of Excellence is K.I.S.S., for Keep It Simple, Stupid

Self Construction

2009-03-23T06:26:00.000-07:00

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“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:
This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision."

When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad - you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you ,a lesson should be learn by everyone .

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“As you become more clear about who you really are, you'll be better able to decide what is best for you - the first time around.”

Once you've understood who you are,you will truly learn what you can do and capable of.

Test taken every quarter is a way of telling how you truly believe on yourself.Many people would complain that they will now pass a test because of a certain reason.These causes the lose of the "spirit" of believing on oneself.Thus,when the result came and you fail the mechanism of your emotion is to be more depressed because you thought what will came out will be opposite of what your expecting.
On the other hand if you believe on yourself that you can do, what ever your mind believe it can ,it reduces the feeling of either depression and pressure.
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"Believe in your self."

When I took the 4rth quarter examination test on Biology ,the result was that-- I'm the top, what push me to believe on my self that I can be the high score was a small anger Ive kept in my heart for not accepting my late assignment.
(Masama akung magalit,People doesn't have the right to destroy my day.)
And once you have that desire to have to prove how great you are ..you tend to do things impossible to others mind.
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We don't know that the best for us is just in front of our eyes only that we take it for granted.
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Computer will revolutionize all things in the world.
Its very hard to create one thing with so many creator.

Girls Are Problem At Some Point.

2008-10-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

For some reason Girls..are always a problem

October 11 .
Umuwi ako samin hindi lng dahil sa fiesta kundi para makalaro ng computer.But my main goal failed no matter how hard try .Hindi pa rin ak makalusot sa tatlong yun.

HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED..
and some of my plan.at that time that went wrong.

Plan 1.
I should make or have some money ..but how could I acquire a big amount ?..Not by stealing ..I though to use the cellphone as an alibi ..
*Magpapaload ak .tas kukunin kung pera ay 50.Sabihin kung alang barya.
Problem is that I dont know what the number of my cell..It has a new sim .That's the time I remember Cristel ..I ask a number then she give me at last ,...

Plan 2.
Panu koh makakalabas ..Syempre lang naman ..manonood ako ng fireworks sa plaza ..hehe Take the school way then to the main highway then their play with the noobs..haha
But guess what while walking my way to the main highway ...itago natin s pangalang Mig suddenly call meh out of no were and said if I could join them ...I replied that Im going to the school(It was night around 11:39..Our elem. school contains haunted stories I mean ghost. ..so I was thinking these girls won't bother going with me.)but to my surprise they follow me .there ..I think of another lie

'Alas 2 na baya diri pa kamu mauli' ..A girl in name of Karen pulled his cell and said ..11:50 pala ngani ...ahh ..I couldnt think of another lie ..
A man of an old face sneaks out of nowhere looking for someone ..
and Cristel said 'Val 'pinamimiling kana '...I

thought
...
hhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmhmmm.

.....I frankly said ...

Mkadi na ak ..without saying gudnite or gudbye to anyone...I went out of the school ...walk fast right to the road and ran in the highway ...But I saw already my plan was a big failure..

The shop was closed already..

2008-10-14T21:02:00.000-07:00

Ive discover something that would probably be a big no to the erudite scientist.

We know that earth is revolving around a certain unknown matter called orbit..
Its a big question to me what makes the earth floating ..in that orbit..
To begin with earth has a big mass AND also a big volume(because it has a big radius)..We know that density is mass over volume...lets take an analogy ...if mass is equal to 2 and the volume is equal to 1.9 the density would be smaller ....it would be less than one ...And by the bouyancy law it says that smaller density objects tends to float ..A needle would float in water ..and our body ..

Magnets

2008-10-14T04:47:00.000-07:00

b=uI/2piR
r=radius
Because if the radius is on the numerator earths magnetic field will dominate ..

entire loop ==
b=uI//4piR^2

difference across the plates is V.
The electric field between the plates is E =
V/d, and therefore D = εE/d.
c=εA/d

mAGnetic field B = μI/(2πr)

F = NbIB.
τ = NAIB sin θ

magnetic field in the center
B=UI/4πR^2*2πR
B=UI/2R

Lenz's Law:
FIGURE X.2

When an EMF is induced in a circuit as a result of changing magnetic flux through the
circuit, the direction of the induced EMF is such as to oppose the change of flux that causes it.

Pisay Matters

2008-09-28T06:24:00.000-07:00

Pisay made us in such a way that when the world is sitting we would be standard when the world is standing ,we would stand out.When the world stands out we would be outstanding .When the world try to be outstanding ,we would be standard.In short makulit.

Things You Can Only Learn at Pisay.

-All you classmates are brilliant others are not just studying.
-Your best effort would still be 5.0
-seatworks namin ,finals sa iba.
-teachers are impressed with number 1.
-teachers loads you with to much reading materials,24 hours would not be enough.
-every class is like a thesis defense
-yoiu can know at everything but still fail in exam
-suggested readings are mandatory

Up accepts critical students .UST wise students.
La Salle accept great students .Ateneo accept best student.Pisay makes it all for them.

Thoughts

2008-09-17T04:43:00.000-07:00

Metal Liver ,...
-used by people with liver acute problems ...with my extreme ocmplicated system similar to the functions of the liver. .

The used of metal liver is actually a blur dream .In the next century some humans will have metal framework skeleton and metal internal systems..

Think Of an AIDS(HIV)
-You know what AIDS mean it means Acute immune deficiency syndrome .,,Think about it ..it infect the immune disabling the host defense system to block the diseases ...Now applying this to a computer virus would mean a total havoc to the cyberworld ..imagine a Virus that will infect the anti-virus of a computer ..how will the computer fight back ?..there would be no defense ..no fire wall
Highly Intelligence Virus would be the name of my Virus that is possibly be launch tomorrow so prepare your computer with medication ..

Have A Break ,Have a Kitkat (Tag.V.2)

2008-09-14T10:10:00.000-07:00

Gusto lamang kitang pasayahin
Wag mo sana itung siryosuhin
Pero wag mo itung ituring na biro
Pagkat ng isulat ko to,Isang luha ang tumulo

Hindi lang naman ako ang lalaki sa mundo
Marami pang ibang lalaking para sayo .
Lalaking mas maganda ang kinabukasan kaysa sakin.
Itunuturing ko lang kasi itung online game.

Wag mong kakalimutan ,ika'y laging nasa isip koh
Hindi ito pambubula at hindi rin ito biro
Ikaw yung babaeng number 1 sa puso .
Pero laging may kasunod lahat ng numero

Paghuli moh ako yun ang sabi moh.
Pero sa totoo'y may kasunod pang tao.
Hindi kita mapipigilan sa iyung bago
Pagkat hiwalay na ang ating mundo

Wala akong ibang salitang masasabi sayo.
Kundi paalam,ingat ka lagi ,I love you .
Wag kang ma-alala ako'y nasa tabi moh .
Kung kailangan mo ng tulong tawagan mu tung numero.(911)

The Misconception

2008-08-25T05:58:00.000-07:00

He walked into the library and Kate knew it was love at third sight.She has seen him twice already that day - in the canteen and in the parking area, and there was really something about him that made her cringe and feel butterflies in her stomach.

Kate has already been at the library for at least half an hour .As soon as the guy started browsing through the books ,she began shifting her position.Should she hide herself from him?She quickly though to herself.I mean, she wouldn,t want him to think she was too aggressive for a girl.

"Wait a second",she thought."He' in the science section!We have similar interests!That's a start,"she said to herself ,smiling.

Kate crept behind some shelves ,hoping he wouldn't notice her,and made her way closer to the library's door.Her plan was one of those cheap moves,where she would bump over him,as if by accident,as he made his way out of the library ,then she would introduce herself.

Thirty minutes went by and Kate remained where she was her eyes fixed only on this grea guy -tall and handsome,and with that smile to die for.Then another thirty minutes passed and Kate was still in fantasy wold of her own where the guy caressing inhis arms .She kept praying he would make his way out as soon as possible.

"Oh!Is he some science freak,"she silently thought to herself after another thirty minutes passed away.

And then ,as luck would have it,he began walking his way to the librarian ,holding 3 books.Within a flash,Kate looked up into the ceiing and walked directly into him.

"Oh ,Im sorry.I was just uhmmm......looking at.....thinking of...."her excue couldnt have been any lamer."Hi,Im Kate!"

"Hi ,Im Bob .Its nice to meet you."

The conversation went for a while ,and eventually continued until they found themselves in the canteen an hour later.

They talked about their day,music,the new mobies,and Kate was falling more and more in love with this guy every minute.After a few hours ,Kate came to ask him about the books he borrowed.

"Oh.These are for my girlfriend .She requestedme to borrow these books for her report tomorrow."

In an instance ,Kate's heart had amost popped oiut of her chest cavity.It was a mixture of a broken heart and most of all,anger.

"Excuse me!You invite me for snacks ,tell me every single thing about yourself and then tell me you have a girlfriend ?!How dare you?!Who do you hink you are?!"Kate said in a very loud voice.

"Im sorry .I didnt mean to hurt you,ut I thought you were a professor",he embarrassingly responded.

"What gave you the slightest idea Im a professor?"

"Well, for one thing .You were browsing through the teachers references section the whole time."

Love is a Fallacy

2008-08-18T02:10:00.000-07:00

Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute—I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, precise as a chemist’s scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And—think of it!—I only eighteen.

It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the very negation of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender oneself to idiocy just because everybody else is doing it—this, to me, is the acme of mindlessness. Not, however, to Petey.

One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. “Don’t move,” I said, “Don’t take a laxative. I’ll get a doctor.”

“Raccoon,” he mumbled thickly.

“Raccoon?” I said, pausing in my flight.

“I want a raccoon coat,” he wailed.

I perceived that his trouble was not physical, but mental. “Why do you want a raccoon coat?”

“I should have known it,” he cried, pounding his temples. “I should have known they’d come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbooks, and now I can’t get a raccoon coat.”

“Can you mean,” I said incredulously, “that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?”

“All the Big Men on Campus are wearing them. Where’ve you been?”

“In the library,” I said, naming a place not frequented by Big Men on Campus.

He leaped from the bed and paced the room. “I’ve got to have a raccoon coat,” he said passionately. “I’ve got to!”

“Petey, why? Look at it rationally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary. They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They’re unsightly. They—”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted impatiently. “It’s the thing to do. Don’t you want to be in the swim?”

“No,” I said truthfully.

“Well, I do,” he declared. “I’d give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!”

My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. “Anything?” I asked, looking at him narrowly.

“Anything,” he affirmed in ringing tones.

I stroked my chin thoughtfully. It so happened that I knew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in a trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey had something I wanted. He didn’t have it exactly, but at least he had first rights on it. I refer to his girl, Polly Espy.

I had long coveted Polly Espy. Let me emphasize that my desire for this young woman was not emotional in nature. She was, to be sure, a girl who excited the emotions, but I was not one to let my heart rule my head. I wanted Polly for a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.

I was a freshman in law school. In a few years I would be out in practice. I was well aware of the importance of the right kind of wife in furthering a lawyer’s career. The successful lawyers I had observed were, almost without exception, married to beautiful, gracious, intelligent women. With one omission, Polly fitted these specifications perfectly.

Beautiful she was. She was not yet of pin-up proportions, but I felt that time would supply the lack. She already had the makings.

Gracious she was. By gracious I mean full of graces. She had an erectness of carriage, an ease of bearing, a poise that clearly indicated the best of breeding. At table her manners were exquisite. I had seen her at the Kozy Kampus Korner eating the specialty of the house—a sandwich that contained scraps of pot roast, gravy, chopped nuts, and a dipper of sauerkraut—without even getting her fingers moist.

Intelligent she was not. In fact, she veered in the opposite direction. But I believed that under my guidance she would smarten up. At any rate, it was worth a try. It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful.

“Petey,” I said, “are you in love with Polly Espy?”

“I think she’s a keen kid,” he replied, “but I don’t know if you’d call it love. Why?”

“Do you,” I asked, “have any kind of formal arrangement with her? I mean are you going steady or anything like that?”

“No. We see each other quite a bit, but we both have other dates. Why?”

“Is there,” I asked, “any other man for whom she has a particular fondness?”

“Not that I know of. Why?”

I nodded with satisfaction. “In other words, if you were out of the picture, the field would be open. Is that right?”

“I guess so. What are you getting at?”

“Nothing , nothing,” I said innocently, and took my suitcase out the closet.

“Where are you going?” asked Petey.

“Home for weekend.” I threw a few things into the bag.

“Listen,” he said, clutching my arm eagerly, “while you’re home, you couldn’t get some money from your old man, could you, and lend it to me so I can buy a raccoon coat?”

“I may do better than that,” I said with a mysterious wink and closed my bag and left.

“Look,” I said to Petey when I got back Monday morning. I threw open the suitcase and revealed the huge, hairy, gamy object that my father had worn in his Stutz Bearcat in 1925.

“Holy Toledo!” said Petey reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. “Holy Toledo!” he repeated fifteen or twenty times.

“Would you like it?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” he cried, clutching the greasy pelt to him. Then a canny look came into his eyes. “What do you want for it?”

“Your girl.” I said, mincing no words.

“Polly?” he said in a horrified whisper. “You want Polly?”

“That’s right.”

He flung the coat from him. “Never,” he said stoutly.

I shrugged. “Okay. If you don’t want to be in the swim, I guess it’s your business.”

I sat down in a chair and pretended to read a book, but out of the corner of my eye I kept watching Petey. He was a torn man. First he looked at the coat with the expression of a waif at a bakery window. Then he turned away and set his jaw resolutely. Then he looked back at the coat, with even more longing in his face. Then he turned away, but with not so much resolution this time. Back and forth his head swiveled, desire waxing, resolution waning. Finally he didn’t turn away at all; he just stood and stared with mad lust at the coat.

“It isn’t as though I was in love with Polly,” he said thickly. “Or going steady or anything like that.”

“That’s right,” I murmured.

“What’s Polly to me, or me to Polly?”

“Not a thing,” said I.

“It’s just been a casual kick—just a few laughs, that’s all.”

“Try on the coat,” said I.

He complied. The coat bunched high over his ears and dropped all the way down to his shoe tops. He looked like a mound of dead raccoons. “Fits fine,” he said happily.

I rose from my chair. “Is it a deal?” I asked, extending my hand.

He swallowed. “It’s a deal,” he said and shook my hand.

I had my first date with Polly the following evening. This was in the nature of a survey; I wanted to find out just how much work I had to do to get her mind up to the standard I required. I took her first to dinner. “Gee, that was a delish dinner,” she said as we left the restaurant. Then I took her to a movie. “Gee, that was a marvy movie,” she said as we left the theatre. And then I took her home. “Gee, I had a sensaysh time,” she said as she bade me good night.

I went back to my room with a heavy heart. I had gravely underestimated the size of my task. This girl’s lack of information was terrifying. Nor would it be enough merely to supply her with information. First she had to be taught to think. This loomed as a project of no small dimensions, and at first I was tempted to give her back to Petey. But then I got to thinking about her abundant physical charms and about the way she entered a room and the way she handled a knife and fork, and I decided to make an effort.

I went about it, as in all things, systematically. I gave her a course in logic. It happened that I, as a law student, was taking a course in logic myself, so I had all the facts at my fingertips. “Poll’,” I said to her when I picked her up on our next date, “tonight we are going over to the Knoll and talk.”

“Oo, terrif,” she replied. One thing I will say for this girl: you would go far to find another so agreeable.

We went to the Knoll, the campus trysting place, and we sat down under an old oak, and she looked at me expectantly. “What are we going to talk about?” she asked.

“Logic.”

She thought this over for a minute and decided she liked it. “Magnif,” she said.

“Logic,” I said, clearing my throat, “is the science of thinking. Before we can think correctly, we must first learn to recognize the common fallacies of logic. These we will take up tonight.”

“Wow-dow!” she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.

I winced, but went bravely on. “First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter.”

“By all means,” she urged, batting her lashes eagerly.

“Dicto Simpliciter means an argument based on an unqualified generalization. For example: Exercise is good. Therefore everybody should exercise.”

“I agree,” said Polly earnestly. “I mean exercise is wonderful. I mean it builds the body and everything.”

“Polly,” I said gently, “the argument is a fallacy. Exercise is good is an unqualified generalization. For instance, if you have heart disease, exercise is bad, not good. Many people are ordered by their doctors not to exercise. You must qualify the generalization. You must say exercise is usually good, or exercise is good for most people. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. Do you see?”

“No,” she confessed. “But this is marvy. Do more! Do more!”

“It will be better if you stop tugging at my sleeve,” I told her, and when she desisted, I continued. “Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can’t speak French. Petey Bellows can’t speak French. I must therefore conclude that nobody at the University of Minnesota can speak French.”

“Really?” said Polly, amazed. “Nobody?”

I hid my exasperation. “Polly, it’s a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. There are too few instances to support such a conclusion.”

“Know any more fallacies?” she asked breathlessly. “This is more fun than dancing even.”

I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting nowhere with this girl, absolutely nowhere. Still, I am nothing if not persistent. I continued. “Next comes Post Hoc. Listen to this: Let’s not take Bill on our picnic. Every time we take him out with us, it rains.”

“I know somebody just like that,” she exclaimed. “A girl back home—Eula Becker, her name is. It never fails. Every single time we take her on a picnic—”

“Polly,” I said sharply, “it’s a fallacy. Eula Becker doesn’t cause the rain. She has no connection with the rain. You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker.”

“I’ll never do it again,” she promised contritely. “Are you mad at me?”

I sighed. “No, Polly, I’m not mad.”

“Then tell me some more fallacies.”

“All right. Let’s try Contradictory Premises.”

“Yes, let’s,” she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.

I frowned, but plunged ahead. “Here’s an example of Contradictory Premises: If God can do anything, can He make a stone so heavy that He won’t be able to lift it?”

“Of course,” she replied promptly.

“But if He can do anything, He can lift the stone,” I pointed out.

“Yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “Well, then I guess He can’t make the stone.”

“But He can do anything,” I reminded her.

She scratched her pretty, empty head. “I’m all confused,” she admitted.

“Of course you are. Because when the premises of an argument contradict each other, there can be no argument. If there is an irresistible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force. Get it?”

“Tell me more of this keen stuff,” she said eagerly.

I consulted my watch. “I think we’d better call it a night. I’ll take you home now, and you go over all the things you’ve learned. We’ll have another session tomorrow night.”

I deposited her at the girls’ dormitory, where she assured me that she had had a perfectly terrif evening, and I went glumly home to my room. Petey lay snoring in his bed, the raccoon coat huddled like a great hairy beast at his feet. For a moment I considered waking him and telling him that he could have his girl back. It seemed clear that my project was doomed to failure. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.

But then I reconsidered. I had wasted one evening; I might as well waste another. Who knew? Maybe somewhere in the extinct crater of her mind a few members still smoldered. Maybe somehow I could fan them into flame. Admittedly it was not a prospect fraught with hope, but I decided to give it one more try.

Seated under the oak the next evening I said, “Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam.”

She quivered with delight.

“Listen closely,” I said. “A man applies for a job. When the boss asks him what his qualifications are, he replies that he has a wife and six children at home, the wife is a helpless cripple, the children have nothing to eat, no clothes to wear, no shoes on their feet, there are no beds in the house, no coal in the cellar, and winter is coming.”

A tear rolled down each of Polly’s pink cheeks. “Oh, this is awful, awful,” she sobbed.

“Yes, it’s awful,” I agreed, “but it’s no argument. The man never answered the boss’s question about his qualifications. Instead he appealed to the boss’s sympathy. He committed the fallacy of Ad Misericordiam. Do you understand?”

“Have you got a handkerchief?” she blubbered.

I handed her a handkerchief and tried to keep from screaming while she wiped her eyes. “Next,” I said in a carefully controlled tone, “we will discuss False Analogy. Here is an example: Students should be allowed to look at their textbooks during examinations. After all, surgeons have X-rays to guide them during an operation, lawyers have briefs to guide them during a trial, carpenters have blueprints to guide them when they are building a house. Why, then, shouldn’t students be allowed to look at their textbooks during an examination?”

“There now,” she said enthusiastically, “is the most marvy idea I’ve heard in years.”

“Polly,” I said testily, “the argument is all wrong. Doctors, lawyers, and carpenters aren’t taking a test to see how much they have learned, but students are. The situations are altogether different, and you can’t make an analogy between them.”

“I still think it’s a good idea,” said Polly.

“Nuts,” I muttered. Doggedly I pressed on. “Next we’ll try Hypothesis Contrary to Fact.”

“Sounds yummy,” was Polly’s reaction.

“Listen: If Madame Curie had not happened to leave a photographic plate in a drawer with a chunk of pitchblende, the world today would not know about radium.”

“True, true,” said Polly, nodding her head “Did you see the movie? Oh, it just knocked me out. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy. I mean he fractures me.”

“If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment,” I said coldly, “I would like to point out that statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. Maybe somebody else would have discovered it. Maybe any number of things would have happened. You can’t start with a hypothesis that is not true and then draw any supportable conclusions from it.”

“They ought to put Walter Pidgeon in more pictures,” said Polly, “I hardly ever see him any more.”

One more chance, I decided. But just one more. There is a limit to what flesh and blood can bear. “The next fallacy is called Poisoning the Well.”

“How cute!” she gurgled.

“Two men are having a debate. The first one gets up and says, ‘My opponent is a notorious liar. You can’t believe a word that he is going to say.’ ... Now, Polly, think. Think hard. What’s wrong?”

I watched her closely as she knit her creamy brow in concentration. Suddenly a glimmer of intelligence—the first I had seen—came into her eyes. “It’s not fair,” she said with indignation. “It’s not a bit fair. What chance has the second man got if the first man calls him a liar before he even begins talking?”

“Right!” I cried exultantly. “One hundred per cent right. It’s not fair. The first man has poisoned the well before anybody could drink from it. He has hamstrung his opponent before he could even start ... Polly, I’m proud of you.”

“Pshaws,” she murmured, blushing with pleasure.

“You see, my dear, these things aren’t so hard. All you have to do is concentrate. Think—examine—evaluate. Come now, let’s review everything we have learned.”

“Fire away,” she said with an airy wave of her hand.

Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, I began a long, patient review of all I had told her. Over and over and over again I cited instances, pointed out flaws, kept hammering away without letup. It was like digging a tunnel. At first, everything was work, sweat, and darkness. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would. But I persisted. I pounded and clawed and scraped, and finally I was rewarded. I saw a chink of light. And then the chink got bigger and the sun came pouring in and all was bright.

Five grueling nights with this took, but it was worth it. I had made a logician out of Polly; I had taught her to think. My job was done. She was worthy of me, at last. She was a fit wife for me, a proper hostess for my many mansions, a suitable mother for my well-heeled children.

It must not be thought that I was without love for this girl. Quite the contrary. Just as Pygmalion loved the perfect woman he had fashioned, so I loved mine. I decided to acquaint her with my feelings at our very next meeting. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.

“Polly,” I said when next we sat beneath our oak, “tonight we will not discuss fallacies.”

“Aw, gee,” she said, disappointed.

“My dear,” I said, favoring her with a smile, “we have now spent five evenings together. We have gotten along splendidly. It is clear that we are well matched.”

“Hasty Generalization,” said Polly brightly.

“I beg your pardon,” said I.

“Hasty Generalization,” she repeated. “How can you say that we are well matched on the basis of only five dates?”

I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. “My dear,” I said, patting her hand in a tolerant manner, “five dates is plenty. After all, you don’t have to eat a whole cake to know that it’s good.”

“False Analogy,” said Polly promptly. “I’m not a cake. I’m a girl.”

I chuckled with somewhat less amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons perhaps too well. I decided to change tactics. Obviously the best approach was a simple, strong, direct declaration of love. I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper word. Then I began:

“Polly, I love you. You are the whole world to me, the moon and the stars and the constellations of outer space. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will languish. I will refuse my meals. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk.”

There, I thought, folding my arms, that ought to do it.

“Ad Misericordiam,” said Polly.

I ground my teeth. I was not Pygmalion; I was Frankenstein, and my monster had me by the throat. Frantically I fought back the tide of panic surging through me; at all costs I had to keep cool.

“Well, Polly,” I said, forcing a smile, “you certainly have learned your fallacies.”

“You’re darn right,” she said with a vigorous nod.

“And who taught them to you, Polly?”

“You did.”

“That’s right. So you do owe me something, don’t you, my dear? If I hadn’t come along you never would have learned about fallacies.”

“Hypothesis Contrary to Fact,” she said instantly.

I dashed perspiration from my brow. “Polly,” I croaked, “you mustn’t take all these things so literally. I mean this is just classroom stuff. You know that the things you learn in school don’t have anything to do with life.”

“Dicto Simpliciter,” she said, wagging her finger at me playfully.

That did it. I leaped to my feet, bellowing like a bull. “Will you or will you not go steady with me?”

“I will not,” she replied.

“Why not?” I demanded.

“Because this afternoon I promised Petey Bellows that I would go steady with him.”

I reeled back, overcome with the infamy of it. After he promised, after he made a deal, after he shook my hand! “The rat!” I shrieked, kicking up great chunks of turf. “You can’t go with him, Polly. He’s a liar. He’s a cheat. He’s a rat.”

“Poisoning the Well ,” said Polly, “and stop shouting. I think shouting must be a fallacy too.”

With an immense effort of will, I modulated my voice. “All right,” I said. “You’re a logician. Let’s look at this thing logically. How could you choose Petey Bellows over me? Look at me—a brilliant student, a tremendous intellectual, a man with an assured future. Look at Petey—a knothead, a jitterbug, a guy who’ll never know where his next meal is coming from. Can you give me one logical reason why you should go steady with Petey Bellows?”

“I certainly can,” declared Polly. “He’s got a raccoon coat.”

CAT -Unit 1

2008-08-09T11:36:00.000-07:00

Headquarter
Philippines Science High School
Eastern Visayas Campus
Citizen Advancement Training I-Unit
Pawing ,Palo .Leyte

Strength and Weakness

Everyone has certain qualities or traits that influence one’s decisions, which can be either beneficial or detrimental. This is where personal strengths and weaknesses derive from or make each one of us unique. We need to be able to recognize not only our strengths, but also more importantly, our weaknesses. Weaknesses would be the area that we need to ask for help or assistance from others in order to grow and prosper as an individual. Life is a never-ending learning experience. One of the most important lessons we can ever learn from comes from within. As we go through life, it is essential that we learn who we are, and have the ability to recognize and grow from our own personal strengths and weaknesses.
Weakness is something I do have , its because I have a strength .Every strength has his own weakness ,as for me .Strength keeps us living in this world and surviving from the wrath of nature .One strength that I have is faith in God ,though this is a false statement to ,the truth is Im a good liar. Iam interested in almost anything in these world. One of my skills at work is the ability to follow directions without being reminded to repeat that same task. In my work environment, I constantly reinforce my strengths in the skills that I have acquired. Work ethic is one of my personal strengths that I am aware of. While at work, I am a team player and I do my best at completing the job correctly every time. I strongly believe in what goes around, comes around.
As I see my self I have more weakness than strength to begin with, telling you the truth that Im a liar is one ,I easily cant keep a secret in over a long period of time. Other weakness that I acquire from my environment is the lack of discipline, lack of leadership and easily tempted to bad things.
These weaknesses are not just limited to those few, but they are the major areas of concern in my life that need to be addressed. But for now that’s all that I can see in myself.

Anthony Val C. Camposano
Cadet

Journal Of My Dumbness.

2008-08-01T21:31:00.000-07:00

Questioning The Questionable.
“ ….strongly disagree about the spiritual entity of man being a God.Our need for Him is ever great not until we find him.GOD is the creator and so we must give HIM the due that he deserves.”

As long as you refuse to question religion, or God, you will never become a genius. Believing what others tell you to believe is not that way to becoming a genius.

“That’ll be the first step towards your getting smarter, as hard as it may be. The reason being is that if one doesn’t follow an organized religion, they are then able to become more of a free-thinker. Being a free-thinker, one winds up being able to use their *own* mind and not someone else’s.

If one doesn’t think for themself or comes to conclusions on various things by themself, that person just winds up just being a brainwashed sheep following someone else. If one doesn’t think for themself and rather does and believes everything someone else tells them, that person will never be able to become a genius because they will be only as smart as the person they’re following allows them to be.”

Doctor is much worst than nurse for your to know. :p

Most people believe that doctors along with the nurse save the lives of every dying human in these world but on what I have read in the New York Time magazine.The doctor usually dump patient to the care of the nurse if the doctor see that there is no other cure for the disease it has.Doctors only give diagnosis but not the prognosis of the patient.They dont tell that patient that they will die tomorrow instead they give them more medication.Doctors give alternative medicine to the patient not to cure its disease but just to make his life a little bit longer and for the hospital to earn more money. :(

Can you tell now the better life your thinking that a doctor could have turn out be a bitter job. 8)

Im not telling you not to take nursing or not to be a doctor but I'm telling you what life your going to enter if you choice the wrong one. 8o

Think twice, think wise

Things For Thought
The following things are product of my brain during class hours.
I pretend to be listening but up inside I'm thinking far from what you thought.
It include some things Ive learn from scanning..asking ...wandering ...and being an idiot.haha

Example:

"If the car is traveling faster than the speed of light what will happen to the head light when turn on."

"If we double the earths gravity will it affect the time we have now...will the motor device, making the hour-hand clock rotate move slower than the normal gravity we have"

"Is it possible that in the near future most of us will have a metal body part...think about a metal heart(how will we love?haha) ..a lithium pacemaker ..and a earphone attach to the ears after birth."

"Using Math:
I can prove that God doesn't exit using only the Pythagorean theorem(a^2+b^2=c^c)..the problem is how..?
Using logic:

Have A Break, Have a Kitkat.

2008-07-26T09:07:00.000-07:00

For days have past my love is gone.
So will shall I,end shall be done.
I did feel "You shine my world" like a sun
Natures law, your love did a sunset ,to the earth it go down.

Ive thought for these past few lonely days.
That I have to set you free I have to release
You did found Mr. Right ,I think and I guess.
Ive been forgotten in your featured friends ,Ive been replace.

I think I have to say what it shall be
For my heart feel its the only way.
I shall let you fly,set you free.
For my role had ended on this play.

Yes!Its a game for you to know.
For all,game over is always true.
For it to end ,I must do.
I must say goodbye to my love for you.

For all the things that I have spoken.
Your the distinction of a perfect girl to be taken.
First love it was,now end shall begin.
For you have found a new homo sapien.

There is no other one to blame than me.
Cause I have done to much pain to you lately.
In this world I hope your not lonely.
Cause I think you're going to find a man better than me.

A man than can fight back jealousy.
Who can answer your personal test perfectly.
A man that can't lie whatever he say.
A man to be by your side if problems are on your way.

But even if I break our fragile bond.
You shall always be my number one .
In my heart,in my soul you will not be gone.
Even if its the world's Apocalypse or Armageddon.

Im Now Totally Convince.

2008-07-22T04:22:00.000-07:00

Dear Anthony , this is your horoscope for Tuesday, July 22th:

Aries,
You'll be very vulnerable but you won't want to show it; you are afraid that others could take advantage of it. At work, you'll be very active and you'll be able to give your best without effort, you'll have clear ideas and they will be successful ones. In Love, you'll feel the need to put your partner aside because of your Love errors and you'll choose an appropriate moment to talk.

See you tomorrow.

..:Comment:..
Today i was energetic in work as what the horoscope has predicted(you'll be very active) ...And even if I did not listen to Sir Yee's discussion i did answered his surprise quiz..(you'll be able to give your best without effort)..

The horoscope on love was the most fascinating among the wild guess cause its true..I really did set aside my partner because of my feelings that I did a big mistakes thats why she's different from the other day....(I think nga makikipag break na siya sa kin...)

Dear Anthony , this is your horoscope for Monday, July 21th:

Aries,
You'll be touchy and irritable, and will take everything personally. At work, commit yourself fully to be able to carry out your duties. In Love, you'll go through a phase of anxiety and confusion; you'll be cool towards your partner and he or she will worry about it and feel excluded from your life.

See you tomorrow.

Dear Anthony, this is your horoscope for the Sunday, July 20th:

Aries,
You'll be self-controlled towards all your friends. At work, you'll feel sad because you cannot see solutions to your problems. Be careful not to unload your tension onto the people around you. In Love, you won't give your partner a break and you'll be very insistent towards a new acquaintance you consider too clinging.

See you Monday.

Top 10 Music Of The Month

2008-07-22T03:09:00.000-07:00

1.Hey Juliet -LMNT.
2.With Me -Sum41.
3.Your Love Is a lie - Simple Plan.
4.Signal Fire - Snow Patrol
5.Deep - Binoculars
6.You and Me -Lifehouse
7.Something Right - Westlife
8.Life is a highway -Rascal Flatts
9.Chocolate -Snow Patrol
10.Upside Down - Jack Johnson.

The Mathematical Formula

2008-07-22T03:07:00.000-07:00

Nobody,excluding me and you, thought that affection could and will have such a mathematical explanation . But love has a math in it always.Its the summation of the feeling you feel to someone you feel is special to you.When the sum of the summation is not equal to other sum then we can theorize that you feel a phileo love.Its a very different love,its not a sisterly love nor an erotic love,its something beyond those.
Love is a feeling we can't control ,cause as days goes by our love for that person grows exponentially ,that we need to write it in a scientific notation to show the estimated value we feel.Written like this ,I*Lo™,where the amount of Lo(love) depends on ™ (you).And the number to be place in I is the number of digit to be rounded which depends to which you desire.I is not the real value ,actually there are more number(people)before I but since you desire to be rounded to your number 1 love digit,then let it be.
People who are already feeling and have felt the squared power of loves perhaps was able to experience the arithmetic of devotion.The most basic way of showing your uncountable numeric love is by doing some of the basic arithmetic .Add new space for your love one, your love is greater on him than on others.Subtract bad habits and deeds to impress her.Multiply your goodness to others and will make him appreciate you.And the most important is the division of your bleassing to others and to those who really need it .Your not the only one who expereince this but also the one whom your doing this.She also feel an arithmetic of affection .Another person is added to his life .Sorrow,torment and loneliness is subtracted from her heart.His happiness,laughter and smile are multiplied as you live with him everyday with his life.And like what you did she should also divide the blessings she has receive .This is just the scratch of the real solution to the equation.
Not always but sometimes some love create a very intense magnitude that it creates an undefine feelings to one another.Some loves tend to be perpendicular,some choose to be parallel and others are destined to be triangle.Parallel or nonintersecting love,is actually like a forced type of love,where one was force to love a him or vice versa.

If others do not meet(intersect) the love of each other,other have intesecte but because of there to much collision it create an unconditional atmosphere to their love,that they sometimes can't control the pride of their hearts.This perfect love that turns out to be a perpendicular love,oh well,the angle of the problem is actually to simple, to much love.One needs you and the other man want's you.This creates a chemistry of a lovetrio which is quite hard to handle type of situations but to those who have already experience this is just easy, mostly they leave both of them.Problem has always been a part of math so love also will have some problems.But for every problem there is always a solution perhaps a derivation.
The probability of the occurence of a breaking lovers is actually small if your love to him is infinite.This infinite love to him will create a good shaped right angle love that will eventually factor out who you are and what she is.The base of your heart depends on how much you love him,the hypotenuse of your love lies on how faithful you are to the one you love and the height of your love relies on the difference on how strong the base of your heart minus the hypotenuse of your affection.(a+b=c)...(c-a=b)..
As we withstand the test of time on our love to our love one we will eventually feel an x feeling or an unknown affection to the one we love.As we try to calculate on the love given to us,we will find out that the integer of her love is uncountable,uncalculitable and can't be measured.This is because her love for us is infinite and finite in his heart.For some withstanding the strong winds is hard that some leave behind their truely love but will eventually end up to a conclusion that they can't live an island life and need someone who could give them not just a fraction but her whole heart to us.

"I came to a conclusion that we all need numeric love to live our life in this world infinity happy."

I don't know if you hate math,and I have no plan of knowing it cause I think you already did hate it after reading this work of mine.But inspite of your hatred and dislike on math,only today will you a percently realize ,we all need a break on speaking literary,and for sometimes speaks mathematically.

A Letter to Mari Kina

2008-07-22T03:02:00.000-07:00

This letter I wrote for you with my one hand ,but in fact I do have two hands,and with the help of my brain ,assuming that I have one, will be my last piece of paper that I will give to you.Cause I know and everybody knows that you are flying back to the place,where you once feel falling inlove.If I only had the power and the will .I will destroy all airplanes and bus to stop you from going there.But since I dont have the power I can't iniate my plan.Actually even if I have both,I will still not continue cause this would certainly make you think Im insane.

At an early age ,when I was still a fetus ,I feel this something .I was sure it was not the bloody fluids I feel it was something I cant explain.Im bloody sure it was you that I feel this something.I know were not soulmates cause I dont have a soul ...i dont think Im inlove cause I dont have a heart at that time.But i want to tell you it was your pink that wants me to kiss you,since I can't I put on my lips my two thumb.It was your shiny hair that light my dark days on that womb.It was also your charming eyes that inspire me to live in the womb until the 9nth month came.It was also your smile that convince me to never open my eyes from that dream.You may say Im mad but I just can't neglect this warmth sensation I felt on the womb.

When elementary years came I began searching for you, for more than 2 years I always feel sick because Im not with you.Until this grade came that I first have a glance on your exquisite face and make me well,stronger than a horse and make my brain sharper than a diamond.What I cant forget was your radiant,inspiring,delightful,soft and holy name of yours.That in all written things we do in our school I would always put the letter of your name.There was an M,and of course letter found at the end of grade,E,in every correct I got a C,a very important letter found on my holy name Anthony,its A.Not only your name but you as a whole has been planted on my brain.But even if youre already in my brain I still want to see you in every single day.This may sound fanatical but what can I do.I just can't stop this feeling.

And as the year pass by I began to wonder ,why did you grow in my heart ,although I planted you in my brain.Only did I realize that I was falling for you.It was perhaps my sweetest downfall.After realizing I began to search for an arrow in my heart but I wasn't able to find one.Instead I found a dart(Cupid did a little bit advancement..hehe).From that moment I found that dart on my heart I dont want to remove it cause I may die from bleeding.It was the sugary hit I ever felt.(I once did have a diabetis..).It may seem to be a stupid feeling to you and it seems also that Im lunatic but I just cant ignore this devotion I sense for you.

Graduating was the goodbye of my feelings for you and it was the welcoming of our new high school life.We were both separeated by the sea ,Im here and youre there.From that moment I came to realize your not for me ,Im not for you and were not fo each other.The most painful was that your heart was stolen by one of my elementary bestfriend.I was not that painful cause I use an anaesthesia .As far as I can remember i use the , diethyl ether of forgetting .But it was not enough there was still this sensation of pain and a stain of feelings for you.As time goes by I began convincing myself that you doesn't have the feeling for me that I feel for you.It was like wanting a star you just can't reach and more like counting a number of infinity that I cant reach the end of it.But even if I experience those nonsense feelings I never did despise,hate nor curse my friend that was said to be engage to you.I just came to accept we have to follow our blueprint of fate ..for me it was my architechtural planned destiny.As time flyby over our head ,It was a jumping jack when I found out that you move to Luzon and was engage with a friend of yours but never been a friend of mine.How I wish I have that Deathnote notebook of Kira..I know what your thinking ..I know this sounds psychopathic but I just can't say goodbye to the sentiment I sense for you.

"Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet".This nonsense sayings give me hope to wait until the right time came.Patience is a virtue but if you try to see it in a bigger picture patience is just a total waste of time.Waiting for those boys of your to leave you was a total waste of time.I was waiting for over a total of trillion seconds,billion minutes and million of hours.But that patience did bore a sweet fruit.After million of secnd s searching your name in the newspaper, bibles,novels,dictionary,yellowpages,gazettes,obituaries,magazine and the inside the computer net,I finally found you.We did have this binary communication that draw me closer to you.It was with the help of that net that I did catch you.When I see your picture in the computer ,i can't help myself but to think,not of the computer but you,once every millisecainds.To you it may appear that Im psychotic ,but what can I do ,I just can't reject this affection I feel for you.

Leaving me was the most breath taking decision you make.(it was not actually me you leaving. Was I?).I dont know if it was difficult for you leaving but for me it was painful leaving me behind.It was like I miss one number and I need to go back to where I started counting.Oh well,I guess we really have to follow a blueprint of our fate.But if that the only way I will go for it.Counting from the beginning to the infinity ,to you this seems to be impossible or perhaps idiotic.But what can I do I just cant dump the attachment of my heart to your heart.

There are only two things I expect you feel while reading this ,you feel something or you feel nothing.And Im assuming you choose the latter but to those who choose to have feeling even if they dont really have the feelings.You may cry while reading this but this is not a drama.You may laugh but this is not a joke.You may shout but I wont hear it.You may run but I tell you thats useless.You me mock me but It wont hurt me.You me curse me then I will pray for you.You may hate me but I will love you.You may leave me but I will go for you.You may cross the sea but only the sky changes not my feelings for you ,and hoping your feeling also.

Making Fun On Philippines

2008-07-22T02:44:00.000-07:00

Kakatawa mga something...

MELANIE MARQUEZ
*During an interview with Inday Badiday.
Inday Badiday: "Paano ka nag-susurvive sa mga trials mo?"

Melanie Marquez: "Alam mo ate Ludz, you know, when you are alone, you really have to step your foot...ah , forward!"

SNOOKY
*Answering a question from the See-True Panel.
Snooky: "Ano kasi , she is, I mean she was, kasi past tense na nga pala..."

BB. PILIPINAS PILIPINAS CIRCA '70s
Eddie Mercado: "Of the three titles at stake, which would you want to win?"

Finalist: "I want to win the Bb. Pilipinas Universe because it would be an honor to represent the Philippines in the whole Universe!"

ALMA MORENO
*Wrapping up a conversation with guest Joey Albert during her show Rated A.
Alma: "So Joey, paki ulit muli yung concert mo sa University of Belt."

DISCORAMA CONTESTANT
Joey : "Ano ang favorite movie mo, Tagalog o English?"

Discorama Girl contestant: "BOT!"

Vic: "So favorite mo talaga si Edgar Mortiz!"

MYRA MANIBOG
Joe Quirino: "Sharon, are you familiar with the current problems we have in the film industry?"

Sharon: "Sorry, Tito Joe, I'm afraid not."

JQ: "What about you Myra, what can you say?"

Myra Manibog: "Naku Tito Joe, I'm afraid also!"

MISS GAY PHILIPPINES CONTESTANT #1
Joey de Leon: "How are you?"

Miss Gay Philippines contestant: "How are you too!"

MELANIE MARQUEZ MISS INTERNATIONAL 1978
Eddie Mercado: "Angie Dickinson has insured her legs for a million dollars, would you also do the same?"

Melanie Marquez: "NO, of course no, because I am proud and contented with my long legged."
(With this answer, she bagged the crown and eventually won the Miss International in 1978.)

ATOY CO
Joe Cantada : "So Atoy, what are your prospects now, mukhang makakayanan kayo ng Toyota this coming semi-finals round..."

Atoy Co : "Well Joe, the ball is around!"
(Naghanap tuloy ng bola si Joe.)

ARNIE TUADLES
PBA anchor : So sino sa tingin mo Arnie ang may appeal sa iyong artista natin?

Arnie Tuadles (SLN): Si JEN siyempre!

PBA Anchor: Sinong Jen?

Arnie Tuadles: Si JEN SABURIT.

ANA MARGARITA GONZALES
*During Janice de Belen's debut on Germspesyal.
Kuya Germs: "Happy Birthday Janice. Ana, may sasabihin ka pa?"

Ana Margarita Gonzales (sister ni Kring-Kring): "Ilan taon ka na ngayon, Janice?"

KUYA GERMS
*During Tom Babauta's guesting on Germspesyal
Kuya Germs: "Do you love Philippines?"

Tom Babauta: "Yes Kuya Germs."

Kuya Germs: "Have you made love to a Filipina?"

LYDIA DE VEGA
*Interview after winning against PT Usha of India for the Century Dash in 1984 Asian Games.
Reporter: "What happened Lydia, mukhang bumanat ka sa ending."

Lydia: "Oo nga, mabilis siya, but you know, I ran and I fast!"

MADAM AURING
*During See True's New Year's presentation.
Ate Luds: "O sige ano na ang inyong prediction para kay Stella Strada."

Madam Auring: "Lalo siyang sisikat sa darating na taon at malalampasan niya ang kasikatan ni Alma Moreno!"
(The next day, the headlines read: Stella Strada Commits Suicide!)

MISS GAY PHILIPPINES CONTESTANT #2
Joey de Leon: "Ano sa tingin mo ang katangian mo na iba sa mga kalaban mo?"

Miss Gay Philippines Contestant: "Unang-una, isa akong tunay na babaeng Pilipina na handang maglingkod sa bayan. Alam ko na ang isang gay na katulad ko ay maaring maging halimbawa sa lipunan. Oo nga kami'y pinagtatawanan subalit may karapatan din naman kaming mabuhay para hindi lamang sa sarili kundi para sa mga taong aming mapaglilingkuran."

Joey: "So Ano nga ang katangian iba sa iyo?"

Contestant: "Palangiti ako."

Vic: "Kahit walang tao?"

COCA NICOLAS
Isang panelist sa See True: "Paano mo nabibigyan buhay ang pag-bobold?"

Coca Nicolas: "Pinaiinum ako ni Tito Rey ng FONDADOR."

MISS GAY PHILIPPINES CONTESTANT #2
Joey de Leon: "Ano ang masasabi mo sa katayuan ng mga katulad mo sa lipunan, sabi nila...blah, blah, blah..."

Miss Gay Phil Contestant: (panay ang ngiti at halatang kinakabahan...) "Unang una Joey at Vic, Magandang tanghali sa inyong lahat. Pwedeng pakiulit yung tanong?"

SUPER SI REYNA CONTEST
Emcee: "Anong masasabi mo sa death penalty?"

Contestant: A: "Ano po yun toot por toot, eye por eye."

Emcee: "Paki eksplika nga?"
Contestant: "Ganito po yun: kung pinatay mo ang nanay ko, dapat, patayin ko din ang nanay mo!"

LITTLE MISS PHILIPPINES CONTEST #1
Emcee: "Anong gusto mong maging paglaki mo?"

Contestant: "Maging lalaki po."

LITTLE MISS PHILIPPINES CONTEST #2

Emcee (to boy consort, inaalaska): "Okay 'tong suot mo boy, a!"

Boy consort: "T&~G #NA MO!"

MR. WORLD PHILIPPINES CONTEST
Emcee: "What do you think should a man possess to be successful?"

Contestant: "I think, that for a man to be successful, he should be a responsible, because if he should not be a responsible, he will not have a successful. That is all. I thank you."

EAT BULAGA'S HUSBAND AND WIFE COMPATIBILITY CONTEST
(Ala Newly Weds game show)
Host: "Misis, ano ang nilalagay ni Mister sa kanyang itlog tuwing umaga?"

Misis: "Johnson's Baby Powder!"

The Famous Unknown Story

2008-07-19T09:33:00.000-07:00

Have you ever experience while walking in an alley your thinking of something and then suddenly a smile is drawn from your face even if there nothing to smile in the road, that anyone who see you think your insane.Its a little bit funny if you have this experience,(to those who haven't don't continue reading.)I also have one that always make me sometimes look crazy.
""I was an annoyance to her and was an irritant to her enticing face but she doesn't know she was also a trouble to me and more like an irk.I feel there was a barrier between us that I can't overcome it because every time I'm with her.. a horn grows on my head and an animosity glows in her face.Every time I saw her cute and radiant face I just want to see it in the state of fury.I smile,which is the rarest thing I do,when I see her indescribable and irritated face .But even if she's at that mood I could still see the looks in her face that make me thinks she's a nymph .
It was a great pleasure when you see someone you bother go frenzy.It was delightful seeing the crumpled face of her and the face that tell you the the phrase "I hate you".How she wish I was banish from this world.
At that time it was such an awkward feeling, that I'm charm by the enchanting beauty of her.I can't deny it she has this seductive face that could captivate the hearts of all boys in our room.But I choose to close my eyes so that I could not see the beauty of the nymph that could probably froze me to death.
As you can see I can't see beacause I choose to close my eyes at that time to avoid deceptions.But I still continue annoying her making his life a little miserable and mine a little bit not humdrum,what did I do to annoy her?.I wrote some of the worlds most annoying and devilish letter you could ever read.It was the major source for our hundred hours war.That it become the world record greatest cold war in history.As far as I can remember she even created a theme song for our conflict.It was I think "Where is the war".I have million of evidence that, that song of her was a pure copy to the original song "Where is the love" .I was planning to sue her but I couldn't do it cause there was something in my heart.I was sure it was not conscience cause no heart is involve in it,its the brain.
I have no idea that I could make her temper burst like a volcano after receiving my genuine work of art .She did return my work but why in the world did her lava of anger burn down my paper. I couldn't imagine that my hard works,ink of my pen ,the oil in the lamp and my papers return to me... only an ash.
And from that ashes ,a phoenix of hatred was reborn.That I consider you my public enemy number 1.I don't know i f I became his public worst enemy number 1 but I have no plan of knowing it cause there a big chance It will be me. From that moment on ,I really did a big transformation,not as a robot but an inflame angel type of guy.Eventually I evovle into an evil after burning down my works which make me totally despise her with love..In outside world I have never been inflame but my soul inside is burning up to the highest degrees Fahrenheit that nothing could cool it off except for a one frosty smile from her face.Just a glimpse of it ,all of us sudden I forgot I hate her.
When you see a cute toddler ,I think you have felt the feeling that you just want to squeeze and crushed the cute face in your palm.This is a feeling I feel when I saw her in every corner in our school.The worst is that we have the same way home.It actually not that bad .One time she was not already on my way home,I did feel this"I miss You" feeling but I just t ignore it.I sometimes feel guilty for causing a little torment to her that I just sometimes ask my self if I have a heart.The answer always Is that I have a heart for my anger to her.
The day after our graduation,how I wish I could speak to her at that time and say sorry .I'm sorry not because of the pain I have given to her nor the torment I have bestowed to her,but for saying this late.
"Im sorry for all the bad things I have done to you,...Goodbye..See you when I see you."
After losing her I finally realize how important she was to my life.She's the most important ingredient, to create the complete recipe of my life.From that lose I woke up that I was enrage to him and sleep to the dream that I was in love to her.In love not to the turbulent atmosphere that we create on each others eyes but to the tranquil of emotion that she has created on my heart. I finally woke up from the delusion that I will hate her forever and I was jolted by a lightning that I do , love her ....always.
Its a little bit funny and ironic that her bitter hatred turns out to be a sweetest love for me.""

" I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud .This is how I do When I think about you I never thought that you could break me apart .I keep a sinister smile and I hold my heart..."