[busy signaL]
[Tuesday, October 07, 2003]
once again ms soriano used her powers of making absolutely no sense to befuddle, annoy, and otherwise break down the mental capacities of s11 encomp2 students. she made us all come to school today in formal wear for a vtr [video tape recording] of the "good speech" speech [see below] but when we ran out of time she simply cancelled the rest of the vtr's, mine included. how the hell am i supposed to get a decent grade in her subject if she keeps cancelling on me!?
i was playing sungka with miko in the malate office, and our scores tied. twice in a row. ok, once is aliw, twice is just twilight zone material.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
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ps: review of related literature:
i. the "good speech" speech
i am good speech. man's use of me is no small and inconsistent matter. of me, great confucius said "what man requires to administer in a government is that in his words there be nothing incorrect" thinking of me, mentor graham, teacher of immortal lincoln, charged his pupil never to forget that "the right words will guide the world".
ceasar built an empire on my foundation and shakespeare, a tempest. it is i who define law, justice, politics, government. italy is well-versed in my ways - e non se vero, e ben trovato. roughly translated: the relevance of my truth matters not; only that i am well conceived. i am feared by many, misunderstood by more, yet he who takes to me will never go unheard, or unfollowed for that matter. it is my raiment that trains people's eyes on the speaker; my song that rallies them close; my wings that give him flight. it is i who choose who will flirt with immortality. i am good speech and this is my blessing - that he who captures the lion's roar is king of the jungle.
[you'd think that since i wrote the second paragraph myself, i'd have known it by heart, but of course i forgot the better half of it during my actual presentation. pakshet]
ii. gems from the malate logbook
a. haiku for the victims of the elevator incident in sps building [sic]
bodies falling flat
on their faces: they are now
dead as rusty nails.
b. haiku for the writer of the haiku
pangit ang tula.
gago ka talaga... ha!
putang ina ka.
[don't you just love freedom of expression?]
posted by stani at 2:14 AM
i was playing sungka with miko in the malate office, and our scores tied. twice in a row. ok, once is aliw, twice is just twilight zone material.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
---
ps: review of related literature:
i. the "good speech" speech
i am good speech. man's use of me is no small and inconsistent matter. of me, great confucius said "what man requires to administer in a government is that in his words there be nothing incorrect" thinking of me, mentor graham, teacher of immortal lincoln, charged his pupil never to forget that "the right words will guide the world".
ceasar built an empire on my foundation and shakespeare, a tempest. it is i who define law, justice, politics, government. italy is well-versed in my ways - e non se vero, e ben trovato. roughly translated: the relevance of my truth matters not; only that i am well conceived. i am feared by many, misunderstood by more, yet he who takes to me will never go unheard, or unfollowed for that matter. it is my raiment that trains people's eyes on the speaker; my song that rallies them close; my wings that give him flight. it is i who choose who will flirt with immortality. i am good speech and this is my blessing - that he who captures the lion's roar is king of the jungle.
[you'd think that since i wrote the second paragraph myself, i'd have known it by heart, but of course i forgot the better half of it during my actual presentation. pakshet]
ii. gems from the malate logbook
a. haiku for the victims of the elevator incident in sps building [sic]
bodies falling flat
on their faces: they are now
dead as rusty nails.
b. haiku for the writer of the haiku
pangit ang tula.
gago ka talaga... ha!
putang ina ka.
[don't you just love freedom of expression?]
posted by stani at 2:14 AM