[busy signaL]
[Saturday, July 31, 2004]
there was one email going around sometime after 9/11 about how some people escaped death because they woke up late, or had to run an errand, or fell sick, or some other shit like that. the moral was that wherever you are, be you stuck in traffic or taking a test or grounded even, you're exactly where god [or fate or lady luck or whatever you believe in] wants you to be.
i tend to lean towards this premise, my exact words being that there is always a purpose to my being somewhere. therefore i try to make the most of whatever hole i dig myself into. take this afternoon, for example. i would be lying if i said that i enjoyed playing bodyguard, but i'd be lying as well if i said that i didn't learn anything new from the experience. cases in point:
john grisham has finally written a book whose title is not preceeded by the article "the" [the book's title is bleachers].
there exists a talking dora the explorer doll such that for all persons, person runs away. fast. [this would look better in fopl, but for some reason neither existential nor universal quantifier symbols are present in the ascii character map]
the street behind zobel's gate 3 is also named agno. many thanks to izzy [with whom, in hindsight, we should've talked longer] for pointing that out.
since my post is entitled purpose and direction i might as well bullshit something about receiving direction: my ninang paid me 500 pesos to teach her nephews to play the guitar [i would've refused but then she gave me the look equivalent to asking me "juk ul le!?"]. at least now i know what i'll do if i get kicked out of dlsu.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
posted by stani at 7:43 PM
i tend to lean towards this premise, my exact words being that there is always a purpose to my being somewhere. therefore i try to make the most of whatever hole i dig myself into. take this afternoon, for example. i would be lying if i said that i enjoyed playing bodyguard, but i'd be lying as well if i said that i didn't learn anything new from the experience. cases in point:
john grisham has finally written a book whose title is not preceeded by the article "the" [the book's title is bleachers].
there exists a talking dora the explorer doll such that for all persons, person runs away. fast. [this would look better in fopl, but for some reason neither existential nor universal quantifier symbols are present in the ascii character map]
the street behind zobel's gate 3 is also named agno. many thanks to izzy [with whom, in hindsight, we should've talked longer] for pointing that out.
since my post is entitled purpose and direction i might as well bullshit something about receiving direction: my ninang paid me 500 pesos to teach her nephews to play the guitar [i would've refused but then she gave me the look equivalent to asking me "juk ul le!?"]. at least now i know what i'll do if i get kicked out of dlsu.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
posted by stani at 7:43 PM