Basketball,played usually by boys. But many girls also excel in this sport. Many Filipinos like this game. Some suggest to change our national game to basketball since it is the most played game in the Philippines.
Basketball is a game composed of 12 players, coach and staffs. Five players are only allowed to play in the playing court. Composed of 2 forwards, 1 center and 2 guards. Two referees are usually used.
I have a lot of idols when it comes to basketball. Mostly are guards cause they are the play makers. They set the table for the other players to score. LA Tenorio is simply the best guard for me. even though he's just a rookie in PBA, he has proven his talents since he was in UAAP and PBL. He is actually a member of the champion team of Ateneo together with Enrico Villanueva, Paolo Bugia, Wesley Gonzales and Larry Fonacier. Olsen Racela, Brandon Cablay. Paul Artadi, Jay-Jay Helterbrand, James Yap, Noy Castillio and Jimmy Alapag are just some of my guard idols.
Danny Seigle is the best forward for me. He can score from the outside and from the outside. He can do rebounding, run with the ball and dunk. And especially, he's not a hot-tempered man. Nothing is impossible for him, that's why he is called the Dynamite.Playing for San Miguel is Don-don Hontiveros for the guard-forward position. He can do anything when he's hot. He is know for his outside game. He made 6-6 record from the rainbow country. A title only 3 PBA players made.Good thing for a Cebuano. At least, he made himself as a history in PBA. Playing for Ginebra SanMiguel is Rudy Hatfield. The so-called H-Bomb. He is a good player inside. He can score every time he is free from his opponent. He also scores outside when ever he has the chance.
My favorite team is San Miguel Beermen. I the team because it is a strong team. Besides, when I first watched a PBA game, it was them who played against Coca-Cola. I really love the team because their coach JOng Uichico(former coach) uses the tactic "3-guard".What I like about the "3-guard", from it's name it uses 3 guards. Meaning the tempo of the game is so fast. It's running and gunning. Shoot here and there. Coach Jong uses Olsen, Brandon, and Don-don as his guards. Combining them with Dorian Peña as their rebounding machine and Danny Seigle as their scoring machine.But unfortunately, coach Jong is not the coach of the team now. He was replaced by the RP team coach Chot Reyes. Another bad news is Danny Seigle and Don-don Hontiveros cannot play anymore with the locals because their out for training for the FIBA competition. Add this up to the bad news counter, San Miguel is on a 0-5 win-loss record...ouch...
Try to watch PBA games and you'll get addicted to it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Love is a Fallacy
The story Love is a Fallacy by Max Schulman's was a good story. It's interesting at first. But as I go on...the phase changed...I got angry...I feel funny..then sad...
It was so persuading at first. Why persuading? Just to tell you the truth, I really don't know what a fallacy is. That's why I got interested. And of course, it's about love,that why I got persuaded....
After reading the story, I was so confused .It was really a confusing story. I don't know why. Maybe until now I still do not know what a fallacy is. I don't know why it was entitled Love is a Fallacy. Polly did chose Petey over the narrator. Just because he got a raccoon coat.
I really got angry at Polly at first because she is so damn dumb. She seems not to get the point. Then I felt fun when the narrator was teaching him another "logic" thing. Then I got sad when Polly didn't chose the narrator. He was a good man. You can't ask for more(unsa, PEPSI).But still she liked Petey because of a stupid reason. I really hated Polly because she cant see the real person behind the main character. She didn't ever recognize the efforts of the guy. She is so selfish. And what made me angrier, is the fact that she chose the one who she love(or should I call it LUST) ,because of a raccoon coat.
Many people are being pointed out in this story...This just shows that many people are drag by the popularity of the person or the influence of the person.Polly didn't feel love for Petey.Its actually LUST. Lust is very common now a days.We say we like the person or even say that we love the person but actually its lust. We don't like the person for who she/he is really what.We like the person for what he have.in short, we don't like the person itself but the thing that the person is wearing.
I have learned a lot from the story...What are the kinds of fallacy...but I bet until now I still don't know why Love is a Fallacy...when it's actually not.If someone know, just post it as a comment....
It was so persuading at first. Why persuading? Just to tell you the truth, I really don't know what a fallacy is. That's why I got interested. And of course, it's about love,that why I got persuaded....
After reading the story, I was so confused .It was really a confusing story. I don't know why. Maybe until now I still do not know what a fallacy is. I don't know why it was entitled Love is a Fallacy. Polly did chose Petey over the narrator. Just because he got a raccoon coat.
I really got angry at Polly at first because she is so damn dumb. She seems not to get the point. Then I felt fun when the narrator was teaching him another "logic" thing. Then I got sad when Polly didn't chose the narrator. He was a good man. You can't ask for more(unsa, PEPSI).But still she liked Petey because of a stupid reason. I really hated Polly because she cant see the real person behind the main character. She didn't ever recognize the efforts of the guy. She is so selfish. And what made me angrier, is the fact that she chose the one who she love(or should I call it LUST) ,because of a raccoon coat.
Many people are being pointed out in this story...This just shows that many people are drag by the popularity of the person or the influence of the person.Polly didn't feel love for Petey.Its actually LUST. Lust is very common now a days.We say we like the person or even say that we love the person but actually its lust. We don't like the person for who she/he is really what.We like the person for what he have.in short, we don't like the person itself but the thing that the person is wearing.
I have learned a lot from the story...What are the kinds of fallacy...but I bet until now I still don't know why Love is a Fallacy...when it's actually not.If someone know, just post it as a comment....
What a UP student is not...
UP is such a good school. Many student want to study their. Many mothers want their children to study there because they want them to have quality education. Many parent would beg at the faculty room to let their children take the exam...But do the really know what a UP student is?
Well, many people admire UP students because their smart.But we are not neirds. We just dont study all day long. We also hang out to each others. We not just brains.
UP students are not cheaters. Cheating is the highest crime you can commit when you are in UP. They would kick you out from the school. It's such a shame for the so called "ISCOLAR NG BAYAN" to cheat.
UP students are not loners. We have a lot of friends. Outside and inside the school. Some may say that our only friends is our books and notebooks. But it's not true. We are so friendly.
Up student are not arrogant. Some people may say that UPians are arrogant people because their so talkative and over confident of themselves. That they do not think of the feeling of others. But actually it's not true. UP students are humble students. They think first before they do things.
UP student is not a pest in the community. We UP students are not wasting the taxes of our folksmen. We use it in the proper way.
UP student is not GOD. We students from UP is not God. We do commit mistakes. We are not robots or what so ever.
UP students are just ordinary students. It just so happened that their school is such a popular school.
Well, many people admire UP students because their smart.But we are not neirds. We just dont study all day long. We also hang out to each others. We not just brains.
UP students are not cheaters. Cheating is the highest crime you can commit when you are in UP. They would kick you out from the school. It's such a shame for the so called "ISCOLAR NG BAYAN" to cheat.
UP students are not loners. We have a lot of friends. Outside and inside the school. Some may say that our only friends is our books and notebooks. But it's not true. We are so friendly.
Up student are not arrogant. Some people may say that UPians are arrogant people because their so talkative and over confident of themselves. That they do not think of the feeling of others. But actually it's not true. UP students are humble students. They think first before they do things.
UP student is not a pest in the community. We UP students are not wasting the taxes of our folksmen. We use it in the proper way.
UP student is not GOD. We students from UP is not God. We do commit mistakes. We are not robots or what so ever.
UP students are just ordinary students. It just so happened that their school is such a popular school.
Love is a Fallacy:Summarized Version
Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute, and astute—I was all of these. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. 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. "Raccoon," he mumbled thickly.
"Raccoon?" "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. 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. "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!"
"I'd give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!"
My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. "Anything?"
"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. 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. I wanted Polly for a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.
I was a freshman in law school. 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.
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.
.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?"
I nodded with satisfaction. Is that right?"
"I guess so.
"Where are you going?" asked Petey.
"Home for the weekend." "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?"
"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 Peter reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. "Holy Toledo!" he repeated fifteen or twenty times.
"Your girl," I said, mincing no words.
"Polly?" he asked 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 the 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.
"What's Polly to me, or me to Polly?"
"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. "Fits fine," he said happily.
"Is it a deal?" I asked, extending my hand.
. "It's a deal," he said and shook my hand.
I had my first date with Polly the following evening. "Gee, that was a marvy movie," she said as we left the theater. And then I took her home. "Gee, I had a sensaysh time," she said as she bade me goodnight.
I went back to my room with a heavy heart. This girl's lack of information was terrifying.
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. "Polly," 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.
"Logic."
"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.
"Wow-dow!" she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.
"First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter."
"By all means," she urged, batting her eyelashes 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 "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. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. "Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can't speak French. I can't speak French. Petey Bellows can't speak French. "Really?" said Polly, amazed. "Nobody?"
"Polly, it's a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. "Know any more fallacies?" she asked breathlessly. I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting nowhere with this girl, absolutely nowhere. Still, I am nothing if not persistant. IListen to this: Let's not take Bill on our picnic.
"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 You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker."
"I'll never do it again," she promised contritely. I sighed. "No, Polly, I'm not mad."
"All right. Let's try Contradictory Premises."
"Yes, let's," she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.
"Of course," she replied promptly.
"But if He can do anything, He can lift the stone," I pointed out.
If there is an irresitible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force.
I consulted my watch.I'll take We'll have another session tomorrow night."
I deposited her at the girl's 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. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.
Seated under the oak the next evening I said, "Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam."
"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. "Yes, it's awful," I agreed, "but it's no argument. The man never answered the boss's question about his qualifications. Do you understand?"
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. Why, then, shouldn't students be allowed to look at their textbooks during an examination?"
"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. "I still think it's a good idea," said Polly.
"Nuts," I muttered. "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. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy.
"If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment," I said coldly, "I would like to point out that the statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. "The next fallacy is called Poisoning the Well."
"Two men are having a debate. Now, Polly, think. Think hard.
"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 percent right. It's not fair. The first man has poisoned the well before anybody could drink from it. Polly, I'm proud of you."
"Pshaw," she murmured, blushing with pleasure.
Think—examine—evaluate. Come now, let's review everything we have learned."
Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, I began a long, patient review of all I had told her. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would.
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. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.
"Polly," I said when we next sat beneath our oak, "tonight we will not discuss fallacies."
"Aw, gee," she said, disappointed.
"Hasty Generalization," said Polly brightly.
"Hasty Generalization," she repeated. I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. "My dear," I said, patting her head in a tolerant manner, "five dates is plenty"False Analogy," said Polly promptly. I'm a girl."
I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper words.
"Polly, I love you. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk."
"Ad Misericordiam," said Polly.
"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?"
If I hadn't come along you would never 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.
"That rat!" I shrieked, kicking up great chuncks of turf. "You can't go with him, Polly. He's a liar.
"Poisoning the Well," said Polly, "and stop shouting.
"All right," I said. "You're a logician. 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 knot-head, 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 racoon coat."
One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. "Raccoon," he mumbled thickly.
"Raccoon?" "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. 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. "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!"
"I'd give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!"
My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. "Anything?"
"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. 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. I wanted Polly for a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.
I was a freshman in law school. 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.
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.
.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?"
I nodded with satisfaction. Is that right?"
"I guess so.
"Where are you going?" asked Petey.
"Home for the weekend." "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?"
"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 Peter reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. "Holy Toledo!" he repeated fifteen or twenty times.
"Your girl," I said, mincing no words.
"Polly?" he asked 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 the 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.
"What's Polly to me, or me to Polly?"
"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. "Fits fine," he said happily.
"Is it a deal?" I asked, extending my hand.
. "It's a deal," he said and shook my hand.
I had my first date with Polly the following evening. "Gee, that was a marvy movie," she said as we left the theater. And then I took her home. "Gee, I had a sensaysh time," she said as she bade me goodnight.
I went back to my room with a heavy heart. This girl's lack of information was terrifying.
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. "Polly," 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.
"Logic."
"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.
"Wow-dow!" she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.
"First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter."
"By all means," she urged, batting her eyelashes 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 "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. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. "Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can't speak French. I can't speak French. Petey Bellows can't speak French. "Really?" said Polly, amazed. "Nobody?"
"Polly, it's a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. "Know any more fallacies?" she asked breathlessly. I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting nowhere with this girl, absolutely nowhere. Still, I am nothing if not persistant. IListen to this: Let's not take Bill on our picnic.
"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 You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker."
"I'll never do it again," she promised contritely. I sighed. "No, Polly, I'm not mad."
"All right. Let's try Contradictory Premises."
"Yes, let's," she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.
"Of course," she replied promptly.
"But if He can do anything, He can lift the stone," I pointed out.
If there is an irresitible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force.
I consulted my watch.I'll take We'll have another session tomorrow night."
I deposited her at the girl's 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. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.
Seated under the oak the next evening I said, "Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam."
"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. "Yes, it's awful," I agreed, "but it's no argument. The man never answered the boss's question about his qualifications. Do you understand?"
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. Why, then, shouldn't students be allowed to look at their textbooks during an examination?"
"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. "I still think it's a good idea," said Polly.
"Nuts," I muttered. "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. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy.
"If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment," I said coldly, "I would like to point out that the statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. "The next fallacy is called Poisoning the Well."
"Two men are having a debate. Now, Polly, think. Think hard.
"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 percent right. It's not fair. The first man has poisoned the well before anybody could drink from it. Polly, I'm proud of you."
"Pshaw," she murmured, blushing with pleasure.
Think—examine—evaluate. Come now, let's review everything we have learned."
Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, I began a long, patient review of all I had told her. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would.
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. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.
"Polly," I said when we next sat beneath our oak, "tonight we will not discuss fallacies."
"Aw, gee," she said, disappointed.
"Hasty Generalization," said Polly brightly.
"Hasty Generalization," she repeated. I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. "My dear," I said, patting her head in a tolerant manner, "five dates is plenty"False Analogy," said Polly promptly. I'm a girl."
I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper words.
"Polly, I love you. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk."
"Ad Misericordiam," said Polly.
"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?"
If I hadn't come along you would never 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.
"That rat!" I shrieked, kicking up great chuncks of turf. "You can't go with him, Polly. He's a liar.
"Poisoning the Well," said Polly, "and stop shouting.
"All right," I said. "You're a logician. 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 knot-head, 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 racoon coat."
Being taught by Students
Know Your School Day is one of the most en joyful activity in our school. It is a fun experience being taught by your co-students. It's a 3-day activity actually. During KYSD, up high is being run by students.Being taught by my co-students was so fun.
I enjoy watching them teaching us some lessons. During our soc sci class,Emilyn and Christlyn were our teachers. We played a group game. Our group was composed of funny students. Namely, Kiszlie, Samuel, Kristie, Kathleen and Cherry. We were laughing all the time. Throwing jokes at each other. Even though we were always laughing, our team was one of of the teams who got the top score. Kathleen even got the chance to answer correctly the bonus question. She got a Safari as a prize. Even though we didn't won, it was worth it. We learned. And got a lot of fun. During our English class, Suzanne, Daphne a Kristie were our teachers. At first, we really got confused of the topic. Even the teachers admitted that it was confusing. Rhea was asking a lot of questions. Confusing questions. So all of us was confused. But because of Suzanne , Daphne and Kristie's teamwork, all question were answered. Nneka was our Math A teacher. She was so serious. She explained the lesson very well. But because she was teaching, we didn't had a photographer. Ouano was a good teacher also. She taught Math B that time. We just checked or 3rd Periodical Test test papers. She also explained all the answers. Faith was our health teacher. She's a good teacher too. I like her accent actually, But she talks so fast like the flash. Rosalina was our home tech teacher. She discussed about T-shirt printing . After she discussed the procedures, she demonstrated it. No teachers for Chemistry, Computer and Filipino.
My most unforgettable moment was during our Biology class. We have two consecutive periods in Biology. Nympha, Hacie, Stacey and Jam were our teachers. They were grouped in to two. Hacie and Jam in one group and Stacey and Nympha in the other. Hacie and Jam were the first to teach. Actually, I didn't had the chance to listen because Stacey and I was talking about her love life. She was asking for some advice(charing!!!). I cant do anything but not to listen to Jam's discussion. But before I gave an advice to Stacey, I asked if I can tell Jam about it. Good thing she said yes. Two heads are better than one head. After Jam's discussion,she called Stacey to say that their already done and it's their turn. While Stacey was discussing, Jam and I was talking about her problem. After that, we told Stacey about what Jam and I talked about. We did expect Stacey to cry. It's our fault, we know. But I think it's for the better.Friday,closing program of KYSD. It was fun also. We gave cards to teachers and some students presented. For sure, KYSD would be more exciting next year. With the new set of faculty members, new set of fun also...
I enjoy watching them teaching us some lessons. During our soc sci class,Emilyn and Christlyn were our teachers. We played a group game. Our group was composed of funny students. Namely, Kiszlie, Samuel, Kristie, Kathleen and Cherry. We were laughing all the time. Throwing jokes at each other. Even though we were always laughing, our team was one of of the teams who got the top score. Kathleen even got the chance to answer correctly the bonus question. She got a Safari as a prize. Even though we didn't won, it was worth it. We learned. And got a lot of fun. During our English class, Suzanne, Daphne a Kristie were our teachers. At first, we really got confused of the topic. Even the teachers admitted that it was confusing. Rhea was asking a lot of questions. Confusing questions. So all of us was confused. But because of Suzanne , Daphne and Kristie's teamwork, all question were answered. Nneka was our Math A teacher. She was so serious. She explained the lesson very well. But because she was teaching, we didn't had a photographer. Ouano was a good teacher also. She taught Math B that time. We just checked or 3rd Periodical Test test papers. She also explained all the answers. Faith was our health teacher. She's a good teacher too. I like her accent actually, But she talks so fast like the flash. Rosalina was our home tech teacher. She discussed about T-shirt printing . After she discussed the procedures, she demonstrated it. No teachers for Chemistry, Computer and Filipino.
My most unforgettable moment was during our Biology class. We have two consecutive periods in Biology. Nympha, Hacie, Stacey and Jam were our teachers. They were grouped in to two. Hacie and Jam in one group and Stacey and Nympha in the other. Hacie and Jam were the first to teach. Actually, I didn't had the chance to listen because Stacey and I was talking about her love life. She was asking for some advice(charing!!!). I cant do anything but not to listen to Jam's discussion. But before I gave an advice to Stacey, I asked if I can tell Jam about it. Good thing she said yes. Two heads are better than one head. After Jam's discussion,she called Stacey to say that their already done and it's their turn. While Stacey was discussing, Jam and I was talking about her problem. After that, we told Stacey about what Jam and I talked about. We did expect Stacey to cry. It's our fault, we know. But I think it's for the better.Friday,closing program of KYSD. It was fun also. We gave cards to teachers and some students presented. For sure, KYSD would be more exciting next year. With the new set of faculty members, new set of fun also...
Letting Go,Giving Up
We all know that letting go is not an easy task to do. You have to have all the courage and strength to let go of the person. Some people do not know the big difference between letting go and giving-up .For us(my friends and I),letting go is like giving your love one "freedom" from you because you want your love one to be happy with someone else or with someone that he/she loves .In the other hand,giving-up is when everything seems not to go your way so you give-up.
For us teenagers,we often mistaken infatuation as love. Well,love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast,it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil,but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails(I Corinthians: 13:4-8).So kids,be sure you acquire all the those thing before you say "I'm in love. For those who just had their orientation on love,it's hard to let go of someone .Especially those who are first timers who do not know what the next move is .Even me,it was hard to let go of him or should I call it give-up on him. Seeing the person with the one he loves makes your tears fall. When I had my first experience about love,the feeling was so ecstatic .I feel happy every time I saw him. I see stars when ever his around .Every song I hear,I give meaning to each line .And when I was in love,I even believed in the thing called "Cloud 9". But as what they say,everything has its beginning and end.
Our friendship ended when he knew that I got a crush on him. I really don't know what in the world happened to him. He avoided me. We're not hanging out with each other anymore. And worst of all,we didn't treat each other as friends .As if we just know each other. In spite of wall between us,I still fell for him even if I know that he's not there to catch me. I just realized,of all the people to be loved,why him?.Then with a flash of a lightning came to my mind the idea of giving up on him. Not just because I can't bare the pain anymore but also because I realized that If i keep on loving this man,in the end it's still me who will be hurt.
Erase,erase,erase. Reminiscing all those stuffs reminds me of my stupidity for doing such things .The only advice that I could give is that do not fall for someone who you are not sue if he'll catch except if wanna belong to us(Ulipon sa Gugmang Gi-****).Or if you are not ready for the consequences of love. There are many many guys in this world who treat girls as toys. Always be ready for the consequences of love. Just keep in mind that it's his loss not yours. Don't keep on thinking about him. Remember when you love,leave at least 50% for your self .And also love has all the consequences. Sacrifice is first on the list.
"Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk, if you’re not ready to feel the pain, it means you’re not ready to fall in love.
For us teenagers,we often mistaken infatuation as love. Well,love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast,it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil,but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails(I Corinthians: 13:4-8).So kids,be sure you acquire all the those thing before you say "I'm in love. For those who just had their orientation on love,it's hard to let go of someone .Especially those who are first timers who do not know what the next move is .Even me,it was hard to let go of him or should I call it give-up on him. Seeing the person with the one he loves makes your tears fall. When I had my first experience about love,the feeling was so ecstatic .I feel happy every time I saw him. I see stars when ever his around .Every song I hear,I give meaning to each line .And when I was in love,I even believed in the thing called "Cloud 9". But as what they say,everything has its beginning and end.
Our friendship ended when he knew that I got a crush on him. I really don't know what in the world happened to him. He avoided me. We're not hanging out with each other anymore. And worst of all,we didn't treat each other as friends .As if we just know each other. In spite of wall between us,I still fell for him even if I know that he's not there to catch me. I just realized,of all the people to be loved,why him?.Then with a flash of a lightning came to my mind the idea of giving up on him. Not just because I can't bare the pain anymore but also because I realized that If i keep on loving this man,in the end it's still me who will be hurt.
Erase,erase,erase. Reminiscing all those stuffs reminds me of my stupidity for doing such things .The only advice that I could give is that do not fall for someone who you are not sue if he'll catch except if wanna belong to us(Ulipon sa Gugmang Gi-****).Or if you are not ready for the consequences of love. There are many many guys in this world who treat girls as toys. Always be ready for the consequences of love. Just keep in mind that it's his loss not yours. Don't keep on thinking about him. Remember when you love,leave at least 50% for your self .And also love has all the consequences. Sacrifice is first on the list.
"Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk, if you’re not ready to feel the pain, it means you’re not ready to fall in love.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
How Did I FeLL for Him and Hurt by Him
Well,talking about this is so awkward for me. Why? I don't want to talk about what happened to us.After all,I'm over him.But I have no choice. I need to write a blog. So here is the story.....
I still remember that first time we first talked,Friday night. We're riding on the same jeep that night.While riding on the jeep we're talking of just thing. Know what? Duh,Basketball. He talked about PBA,PBA players and all those basketball stuffs. Me? I just nodded to all the things that he was said.From that day on,he then started to invite me to go home with him. You know,have some talks so he'll not get bored riding the jeep.So since my best pal changer her route(I have no one to talk to),I just agreed.Just to tell you the truth guys,I really feel bored when I'm with him cause of all the things to talked,why does it have to be basketball always?. I cant do anything about it...so I just go with the flow. After one week, I discovered that we're eating in the same carenderia.But I was shocked when he just ignored me. I guess the reason is he's shy with my friends.As days go by,I just discovered my self eating in the same table with him.From that day on,we go home together,eat lunch together and talk during computer time. Through those thing,I knew him.About his family,The tragedies that happened to him.Then I realized,I have a "feeling for him".
As days pass by,that "feeling" became stronger and deeper.One time,while we're sitting at the waiting shed,he opened the topics about crushes. He asked me who my crush is,I told him that he didn't know the guy.Then he told me bout his. At first,I felt OK.She's his crush.So what?. But I didn't expect him to ask me for help. He told me that he wanted to talk to her.Since we're close friends and there is no reason for me to say no,I agreed.I talked to the girl and told her that somebody wants to know you.Luckily she said "yes".After that day,one of my present best friends knew my deepest secret. I really cant deny to her that I was not hurted(I just told her the whole story since I know she can keep secrets). Many weeks after,my secret began to spread to the whole classroom. I was shocked. Who the h*** told these people about my secret? I asked them. They said it was obvious. But I tried my best to deny.^_^ I don't want our friendship to be broken.Unfortunately,he believed to the paparazzi.He started to going home late and eating with his boy pals. I was really hurted. Just because he knew I have a crush on him?,for Pete's sake.I tried to save our friendship.Sad to say,it's only me who wants it.
Feb.13,2006,the day my heart broke into pieces.We went to Madame Gallo's house for some sort of reasons.Then we went home after.While walking,I was shocked when I saw him walking beside me.I didnt react.I just ignored him as if I didnt see anyone. A few minutes after, he started talking.He asked me what thins will he give to her.I just answered him with a simple answer.Good thing he didnt notice the change in my voice.After answering his questions.he just disappered at my side. I feel sad . He is taking advantage of the fact that whatever he ask from me I will always say yes.I was so mad at my self.But I realized,I cant do anything about it,I LOVE him. That was the saddest Valentine's DAy ever in my life.
That was the start of my agony.It's a long story of bitterness. Sacrificing our friendship for love is the most regretful thing that I've done.If only I knew..........but it was too late.
"What makes friendship special is the way each one remembers the other when they are apart. They miss the talks, the laughs & the times they were together. Life changes; memories don't."
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