Do you really think that love is a fallacy?
Well, I think yes for this Max Schulman. Did he really make this crazy story? How? I want to know. I was greatly, super greatly impressed with this story of him. I don’t think he himself made this. Joke!
The story ‘Love Is A Fallacy’ was simply amazing. I was amazed and was doubtful when I read the ending of the story. Why?!? I didn’t expect it. I was expecting happiness in the life of the narrator. I thought he was the most perfect ideal guy on earth. I was expecting that he and Polly would be, in the end, steady with each other.
Polly was really a dumb, idiot, foolish girl. Yes, she was a beautiful, gracious lady but intelligent she was not. She lacked information about the world she is roaming. Imagine, he chose Petey Bellows, a stupid guy in their campus who is a faddist, instead of Mr. Perfect. But even though she chose Petey Bellows, I like the way she thinks. She was a fast learner. She was a logician. In five days time, she had understood and mastered all that was taught to her. Unlike Petey, she was not truly that dumb. She had knowledge left on her brain but unfortunately, she was not using it. Such a waist!
Petey Bellows was dumber than Polly. He was a narrow-minded guy. He was fooled by the big men on the campus that wear raccoon coats. What kind of boyfriend he was that he chose the raccoon coat in place of her Polly. I didn't fell so much contented with his attitude towards his girl. He neglected Polly for such a boring and futile purpose.
Mr. Perfect was such an intelligent, keen and was perfect! An ideal guy to all of the girls in this world. I liked him because he exerted great efforts and wasted a lot of his time for such an idiot girl. And what ha had gotten for this, failure. I felt pity for him. I thought that if that was me he coveted, then I would not refuse being his girl first, for the fact that he was just perfect and second, he was industrious and hardworking.
I liked also the comparison between the narrator and Pygmalion. He was truly a Pygmalion himself but she was fooled by Petey and Polly rejected his love for her. The story 'Love is a Fallacy' was just perfect for bookworms and it will also encourage non-bookworms to read books because it was a nice story. It was also very informative because it gives us information about the common fallacies of logic: Ad Misericordiam, Hasty Generalization, Post Hoc, Dicto Sympliciter, False Analogy, Poisoning the Well and Hypothesis Contrary To Fact. It also tells the true meaning of love.
Monday, March 26, 2007
SUMMARY OF 'LOVE IS A FALLACY'
He was only eighteen yet he has such a great intellect. Unlike his roommate at the university, Petey Bellows, Petey was of the same age, a nice companion but was a dumb fellow. He was crazy, idiot boy. In every new mania that comes along, he surrendered himself to idiocy. Once, he found Petey lying on his bed and seemed to be I great trouble. Petey wanted a raccoon coat just because it was the new craze on the campus. Petey said that he would give anything for a raccoon coat. It so happened that he knew where to get a raccoon coat but with one condition. He had long desire for Petey’s girl, Polly Espy. Polly was a beautiful, gracious woman but as dumb as Petey.
He had promised Petey to bring a raccoon coat. When he was back from a weekend vacation, he asked Petey to decide whether he would give Polly to him or no raccoon coat. Petey was so dedicated to the raccoon coat.
He and Polly were out for their first date. He went back with a heavy heart. He thought Polly needed to be taught to think. On their second date, he taught Polly about the fallacies of logic. For the next three days of patience and dedication, it was the same. They had completed the eight common fallacies of logic.
The time had come to express to Polly what his feelings for the girl are. But it seemed to be that Polly was smarter than he was. Within those five days of teaching Polly, he didn’t expect it to be that complicated. For every thought he said to her, Polly would contradict by using the fallacies she learned from him.
It was like he was struck by lightning when he new that Polly would go steady with his roommate, Petey Bellows. Petey had fooled him. Polly surely have one logical reason why she should go steady with Petey and it’s because of his raccoon coat.
He had promised Petey to bring a raccoon coat. When he was back from a weekend vacation, he asked Petey to decide whether he would give Polly to him or no raccoon coat. Petey was so dedicated to the raccoon coat.
He and Polly were out for their first date. He went back with a heavy heart. He thought Polly needed to be taught to think. On their second date, he taught Polly about the fallacies of logic. For the next three days of patience and dedication, it was the same. They had completed the eight common fallacies of logic.
The time had come to express to Polly what his feelings for the girl are. But it seemed to be that Polly was smarter than he was. Within those five days of teaching Polly, he didn’t expect it to be that complicated. For every thought he said to her, Polly would contradict by using the fallacies she learned from him.
It was like he was struck by lightning when he new that Polly would go steady with his roommate, Petey Bellows. Petey had fooled him. Polly surely have one logical reason why she should go steady with Petey and it’s because of his raccoon coat.
ON BEING TAUGHT BY STUDENTS (KNOW YOUR SCHOOL DAY)
The “Know Your School Day” or most popularly known as KYSD is an annual event that enables us, as student, experience what our teachers live day by day. Through this, we can appreciate their efforts better and avoid stressing them too much.
Now, are you ready to hear my experience?
Last February, we celebrated KYSD here in our school. Most likely, it was a day that teachers had their day-off and students took their place. During Grade One, I dreamt of becoming a teacher but it was changed, this maybe the reason why I did not join. I did not join the league of student teachers though but I experienced being taught by them.
It was fun even though not to all. At first, I felt nervous because I thought that they will give some questions related to the previous chapter or will call me to answer some questions and I couldn’t answer. But I was thankful they didn’t. The first subject which was handled by students was the Biology class. I remembered Ma Jane handled the first-half of the class. I was not interested yet and I thought that it just okay to sit there without being noticed or bothered by the teachers.
I was impressed with the start of “Know Your School Day”. I felt that it was interesting and fun. You could express your thoughts freely and talked with the students teachers on your front. Being taught by students is really good. Even though they weren’t experts in teaching, they had their own strategies in making the class cheerfully awake. In one instance, when they had time left, they conducted a game that was related to the topic.
During the Social Science lass, there were many students who handled it. One point that I liked most was that they were not just teaching the students but were also debating with us. I was then alive and awake. Being taught by them was like being taught by Mdm. Logarta herself. They contradicted on what we were saying. I was impressed with the way they taught because they were truly alike with Mdm. Logarta. It was a month after the ASEAN summit though but it was about the summit. I got much information about it and we had expressed our thoughts and regrets about the summit. They were good followers also because they continued the lesson taught by the real teacher during the last meeting.
Student teachers must have known what they were talking about. If not, they couldn’t teach well and the students would be confused about the lessons. I notice that some student teachers didn’t explain the lessons thoroughly. And even they had not completely taken up the whole chapter or the assigned topic; they directly gave tests not knowing that some of their students didn’t understand the lesson. I felt mad on them because they did not think the good of others only of themselves. But some students are shy in expressing their thoughts and protest because they are friends with the student teachers.
Unfortunately, the KYSD this school year lasted for only two days maybe because of the hectic schedule and limited time that as given. But it was successful and it enables students to enhance their abilities in teaching, help them have the courage to interact with other people. These are my experiences and the feelings I felt during the KYSD. It is in you if you will accept my reactions. Bye!
Now, are you ready to hear my experience?
Last February, we celebrated KYSD here in our school. Most likely, it was a day that teachers had their day-off and students took their place. During Grade One, I dreamt of becoming a teacher but it was changed, this maybe the reason why I did not join. I did not join the league of student teachers though but I experienced being taught by them.
It was fun even though not to all. At first, I felt nervous because I thought that they will give some questions related to the previous chapter or will call me to answer some questions and I couldn’t answer. But I was thankful they didn’t. The first subject which was handled by students was the Biology class. I remembered Ma Jane handled the first-half of the class. I was not interested yet and I thought that it just okay to sit there without being noticed or bothered by the teachers.
I was impressed with the start of “Know Your School Day”. I felt that it was interesting and fun. You could express your thoughts freely and talked with the students teachers on your front. Being taught by students is really good. Even though they weren’t experts in teaching, they had their own strategies in making the class cheerfully awake. In one instance, when they had time left, they conducted a game that was related to the topic.
During the Social Science lass, there were many students who handled it. One point that I liked most was that they were not just teaching the students but were also debating with us. I was then alive and awake. Being taught by them was like being taught by Mdm. Logarta herself. They contradicted on what we were saying. I was impressed with the way they taught because they were truly alike with Mdm. Logarta. It was a month after the ASEAN summit though but it was about the summit. I got much information about it and we had expressed our thoughts and regrets about the summit. They were good followers also because they continued the lesson taught by the real teacher during the last meeting.
Student teachers must have known what they were talking about. If not, they couldn’t teach well and the students would be confused about the lessons. I notice that some student teachers didn’t explain the lessons thoroughly. And even they had not completely taken up the whole chapter or the assigned topic; they directly gave tests not knowing that some of their students didn’t understand the lesson. I felt mad on them because they did not think the good of others only of themselves. But some students are shy in expressing their thoughts and protest because they are friends with the student teachers.
Unfortunately, the KYSD this school year lasted for only two days maybe because of the hectic schedule and limited time that as given. But it was successful and it enables students to enhance their abilities in teaching, help them have the courage to interact with other people. These are my experiences and the feelings I felt during the KYSD. It is in you if you will accept my reactions. Bye!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
IT'S EXAMINATION DAY---AND I GO CRAZY
"Know what the butcher said when he backed into the meat grinder?”
The question, booming through the early-morning darkness of the bedroom, wrenched me from deep sleep.
“No! What did the butcher say when he backed into the meat grinder?”
“He said, ‘I’m getting a little behind in my work!’”
The huge voices from the radio exploded in laughter that bellowed and rolled and filled the world. I lurched upright, remembering why I should be awake at that moment. I saw my brothers and sister lay there in bed, some of them had a twist of their body and then, sleeps back again. They were very tired and sleeping sound to have notice of the insane laughter of the radiomen. The clock showed that it was 2:30. In the morning! “I am not supposed to get up at all if I don’t want to,” I thought, “but I have important things to do.”
I got up and quietly step out of the room. I climbed down the stairs and saw that nobody, even my mother who used to wake up early, was awake. I didn’t bother wake her up to have her accompany me downstairs because I want to be alone. I turned on the lights, got my bag and emptied it. I laid my books on the table and began exercising (yes, I do this, to keep me awake).
It was a very wonderful start because I didn’t feel dizzy. I got my Biology book and tried to scan the pages. I read what are the things wrote there. It was 3:00. for me, the time seems to be running so fast and yet, I have not gone into the climax of my study. I was beginning to feel dizzy already. I laid down my head.
I got up and saw the clock that says it was 3:45. I sighed. I felt that it was the end of the world. I suddenly heard a yawn from above me. I saw my mother climbing down the stairs. She asked me what I am gotten for in that time of the day. I told her that I was up early so that I can study my lessons because it was an examination day. She was worried about my health because 2:30 is too early for me. She reached for a glass of milk and has me drink it.
It was already four o’clock. The morning was now filled with different noises of morning creatures. The sound of the morning bell of the chapel’s belfry was like a festival of gongs. As I concentrated my eyes on the window, I saw birds flying above, hoping from trees to trees, branches to branches. I will completely be carried away by my emotions and forget the time passing by if not for my mother who waked me up from my sentiments. It was already 4:15.
I focused all my attentions now on my book. Even though I have not memorized all things that have to and have not read the whole chapter, I have to stop and pack all my things up back to my bag because the clock says that it was already 5:05. I lazily put my things in order. In mind, I have this thought, ‘Oh,my! What am I going to do? I wasted my time and for sure, I will become thinner because I have been sleeping late and waking up so early.’ And as the last piece of book was in my hands, I let go of it, I let it fall to the ground. I lost hope.
It was like a strong gust of wind when my mother yelled at me that startled me. I picked up the book and got ready to go to school. When I was done, I went directly to school.
I was shocked with what I saw---all the people were all happy, so merry, and so glad. Why? The teacher told them that there will be no exam. I wished it was true. And…. and it was TRUE!
The question, booming through the early-morning darkness of the bedroom, wrenched me from deep sleep.
“No! What did the butcher say when he backed into the meat grinder?”
“He said, ‘I’m getting a little behind in my work!’”
The huge voices from the radio exploded in laughter that bellowed and rolled and filled the world. I lurched upright, remembering why I should be awake at that moment. I saw my brothers and sister lay there in bed, some of them had a twist of their body and then, sleeps back again. They were very tired and sleeping sound to have notice of the insane laughter of the radiomen. The clock showed that it was 2:30. In the morning! “I am not supposed to get up at all if I don’t want to,” I thought, “but I have important things to do.”
I got up and quietly step out of the room. I climbed down the stairs and saw that nobody, even my mother who used to wake up early, was awake. I didn’t bother wake her up to have her accompany me downstairs because I want to be alone. I turned on the lights, got my bag and emptied it. I laid my books on the table and began exercising (yes, I do this, to keep me awake).
It was a very wonderful start because I didn’t feel dizzy. I got my Biology book and tried to scan the pages. I read what are the things wrote there. It was 3:00. for me, the time seems to be running so fast and yet, I have not gone into the climax of my study. I was beginning to feel dizzy already. I laid down my head.
I got up and saw the clock that says it was 3:45. I sighed. I felt that it was the end of the world. I suddenly heard a yawn from above me. I saw my mother climbing down the stairs. She asked me what I am gotten for in that time of the day. I told her that I was up early so that I can study my lessons because it was an examination day. She was worried about my health because 2:30 is too early for me. She reached for a glass of milk and has me drink it.
It was already four o’clock. The morning was now filled with different noises of morning creatures. The sound of the morning bell of the chapel’s belfry was like a festival of gongs. As I concentrated my eyes on the window, I saw birds flying above, hoping from trees to trees, branches to branches. I will completely be carried away by my emotions and forget the time passing by if not for my mother who waked me up from my sentiments. It was already 4:15.
I focused all my attentions now on my book. Even though I have not memorized all things that have to and have not read the whole chapter, I have to stop and pack all my things up back to my bag because the clock says that it was already 5:05. I lazily put my things in order. In mind, I have this thought, ‘Oh,my! What am I going to do? I wasted my time and for sure, I will become thinner because I have been sleeping late and waking up so early.’ And as the last piece of book was in my hands, I let go of it, I let it fall to the ground. I lost hope.
It was like a strong gust of wind when my mother yelled at me that startled me. I picked up the book and got ready to go to school. When I was done, I went directly to school.
I was shocked with what I saw---all the people were all happy, so merry, and so glad. Why? The teacher told them that there will be no exam. I wished it was true. And…. and it was TRUE!
THE BOOK ALMOST NOBODY READS
Yet no other book tells us so much about ourselves- about who we are
And where we are going
Have you read the latest Harry Potter book? Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol?
What kind of book do you like to read? Is it a romantic novel? Comedy? Or just a simple and boring book?
Like the plays of Shakespeare, the dialogues of Plato, and a forum about the current political issues, the Bible is a sore spot on many people. You are bothered with your conscience because you feel you ought to have read it. There are, of course, all sorts of reasons why you haven’t. For one thing, there is this very sleepy format that on one glance you say, “Can I have this book and tear the pages? Because it’s very dull.” The binding is likely to be extremely dreadful. Then, there are these passages that even Moses must have nodded over. There are also those unfamiliar names of different kinds which are more difficult to pronounce than tongue-twisters.
And there are other reasons. One of them is that the Bible not only looks awfully dull, but some of it is. Some of the oldest Bibles are most likely to be made with very old and unstylish hands. Just tear one page of it and you will have many reasons to say to your mother to have it discarded. There is so little laughter in the Bible. You can never read a single word expressing happiness except for happy, tears of joy, hope fulfilled.
In short, one way to describe the Bible would be to say that it is a disorderly collection of 60-odd books which are often tedious, obscure, barbaric and teeming with contradictions and inconsistencies. It is like a mountain of compost of rotten apples and vegetables, dog left-over, vomited and spoiled foods.
And yet…..
And yet just because it is a book about the sublime and unspeakable, it is a book about life, about how all these things started. It is about people who at once believed and doubted, accused and blamed, hoped and failed. In other words, it is book about us. And it is also a book about God. But the story we find in the Bible is not God’s story but it is ours, our very own story. It is only God’s interactions with us.
But we find something in it also. Behind those dull pages, we discover many things and find the answer to your questions. Reading the Bible is like looking out the window and seeing all the people on the street gazing up into the sky toward something which is hidden from us by the roof. They are pointing up. They are speaking strange words. They are very excited. Something’s happening that we can’t see. Something beyond our comprehension has caught them all up. To read the words in the Bible is to try to read the expressions on their faces. To listen to the words of the Bible is to try to catch the queer sounds they are making. Therefore, the Bible is a dictionary, a book for the unspeakable, slaves and harassed.
There are people who read the Bible only for the sake of others or because their friends or relatives told them to do so. There are also people who say you should read the Bible as literature because of stories it tells and the history it contains. Some people might only se the Bible as unreadable but this is the Word of God which speaks out the depths of an almost unimaginable past into the deepest place of our own hearts.
And where we are going
Have you read the latest Harry Potter book? Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol?
What kind of book do you like to read? Is it a romantic novel? Comedy? Or just a simple and boring book?
Like the plays of Shakespeare, the dialogues of Plato, and a forum about the current political issues, the Bible is a sore spot on many people. You are bothered with your conscience because you feel you ought to have read it. There are, of course, all sorts of reasons why you haven’t. For one thing, there is this very sleepy format that on one glance you say, “Can I have this book and tear the pages? Because it’s very dull.” The binding is likely to be extremely dreadful. Then, there are these passages that even Moses must have nodded over. There are also those unfamiliar names of different kinds which are more difficult to pronounce than tongue-twisters.
And there are other reasons. One of them is that the Bible not only looks awfully dull, but some of it is. Some of the oldest Bibles are most likely to be made with very old and unstylish hands. Just tear one page of it and you will have many reasons to say to your mother to have it discarded. There is so little laughter in the Bible. You can never read a single word expressing happiness except for happy, tears of joy, hope fulfilled.
In short, one way to describe the Bible would be to say that it is a disorderly collection of 60-odd books which are often tedious, obscure, barbaric and teeming with contradictions and inconsistencies. It is like a mountain of compost of rotten apples and vegetables, dog left-over, vomited and spoiled foods.
And yet…..
And yet just because it is a book about the sublime and unspeakable, it is a book about life, about how all these things started. It is about people who at once believed and doubted, accused and blamed, hoped and failed. In other words, it is book about us. And it is also a book about God. But the story we find in the Bible is not God’s story but it is ours, our very own story. It is only God’s interactions with us.
But we find something in it also. Behind those dull pages, we discover many things and find the answer to your questions. Reading the Bible is like looking out the window and seeing all the people on the street gazing up into the sky toward something which is hidden from us by the roof. They are pointing up. They are speaking strange words. They are very excited. Something’s happening that we can’t see. Something beyond our comprehension has caught them all up. To read the words in the Bible is to try to read the expressions on their faces. To listen to the words of the Bible is to try to catch the queer sounds they are making. Therefore, the Bible is a dictionary, a book for the unspeakable, slaves and harassed.
There are people who read the Bible only for the sake of others or because their friends or relatives told them to do so. There are also people who say you should read the Bible as literature because of stories it tells and the history it contains. Some people might only se the Bible as unreadable but this is the Word of God which speaks out the depths of an almost unimaginable past into the deepest place of our own hearts.
FUNNY BUSINESS
In this unjust and troublesome world, there is still a piece of laughter in our hearts. Even in times of uncertainties and difficulties, when you feel your heart became heavier than before, you laugh. Laughter matters most. The only answer in this world’s peace crisis is to laugh. According to most of us, ‘Laughter is the best medicine’. Among those funny business to fall victim in to my desk are these three:
Have I Ever Called You Name
There are so many different names of people nowadays because of the increasing population that one is hard put to remember the names of his or her classmates and teachers.
Even the name of this game me and my friend created, we do not know. But anyway, we will just call it a ‘name game’. Do you have an idea of what I’m talking about? No? well then, here’s a sample conversation we had for the past few days:
“Err… Excuse me, Mary Jale. What is ----?”
“Aha! You just called my name a while ago and then now you’re repeating it. You are supposed to call my middle name and its Tuesday! Give me my one peso!”
“Alas! I took no notice of it. I am very busy with something here and then, grr… Here, take this one peso of yours.”
Ring a bell yet? Well, we have a deal that every Tuesday and Thursday in the month of March, we will call each other by our middle names. And if someone says the real name instead of the required twice within those days, she will have to pay one peso. This is somewhat confusing and mind-boggling yet a very funny business.
Nobody knows this game except for the, wait, let me count first…. Ah, yes! Except for the six of us. I don’t think also someone had played this game before us. This is not good for us though because this is gambling, this involves money but this is only a game which we had agreed, no personalizing.
What’s that again?
“A midpoint is a point that divides a segment (sig-ment) into two congruent segments.”
-Grechelle-
“Speaking (spe-king) of the devil, the devil is here.”
-Mary Jale-
“What”s that anime again? Prince of Tennis (ti-nis)?”
-Gilphanie-
“What’s that? Pith? Death (dith)!”
-Brigitte-
“He partitioned Bengal into two provinces to facilitate administration of the region and to weaken (we-ken)….”
-Yours Truly-
Tired of figuring out what are with these double-quoted sentences? Well, the underlined words are words mispronounced by us and the words enclosed in the parentheses are there respective pronunciation based on how they are said.
Every time we recall these words, we laugh and keep on repeating it. But aside from these words there are still many words we mispronounced such as ‘gren’ instead of green and ‘rid’ instead of red, ‘ridy’ instead of ready and ‘mital instead of metal.’
This one’s of another kind. This comes from Reader’s Digest 1975 issue:
Smashed Potatoes:
A kid’s eye view of the kitchen
ICEPOPS FOR SUMMER
1 whole can of any kind of drink except for beer
11 or 9 sticks maybe
Regular frigerator silver things that turns ice into cubes
THAT’S ALL
Shake up the juice for some hours. Be sure to put the sticks in upside down, else you won’t have no handles, and maybe you could never get the ice pops out.
Now it has to freeze good – or – oh boy! – When you open it, it will spill all over and the floor gets all sticky and bad ants.
Usually it takes till lunch time, but not always.
Have I Ever Called You Name
There are so many different names of people nowadays because of the increasing population that one is hard put to remember the names of his or her classmates and teachers.
Even the name of this game me and my friend created, we do not know. But anyway, we will just call it a ‘name game’. Do you have an idea of what I’m talking about? No? well then, here’s a sample conversation we had for the past few days:
“Err… Excuse me, Mary Jale. What is ----?”
“Aha! You just called my name a while ago and then now you’re repeating it. You are supposed to call my middle name and its Tuesday! Give me my one peso!”
“Alas! I took no notice of it. I am very busy with something here and then, grr… Here, take this one peso of yours.”
Ring a bell yet? Well, we have a deal that every Tuesday and Thursday in the month of March, we will call each other by our middle names. And if someone says the real name instead of the required twice within those days, she will have to pay one peso. This is somewhat confusing and mind-boggling yet a very funny business.
Nobody knows this game except for the, wait, let me count first…. Ah, yes! Except for the six of us. I don’t think also someone had played this game before us. This is not good for us though because this is gambling, this involves money but this is only a game which we had agreed, no personalizing.
What’s that again?
“A midpoint is a point that divides a segment (sig-ment) into two congruent segments.”
-Grechelle-
“Speaking (spe-king) of the devil, the devil is here.”
-Mary Jale-
“What”s that anime again? Prince of Tennis (ti-nis)?”
-Gilphanie-
“What’s that? Pith? Death (dith)!”
-Brigitte-
“He partitioned Bengal into two provinces to facilitate administration of the region and to weaken (we-ken)….”
-Yours Truly-
Tired of figuring out what are with these double-quoted sentences? Well, the underlined words are words mispronounced by us and the words enclosed in the parentheses are there respective pronunciation based on how they are said.
Every time we recall these words, we laugh and keep on repeating it. But aside from these words there are still many words we mispronounced such as ‘gren’ instead of green and ‘rid’ instead of red, ‘ridy’ instead of ready and ‘mital instead of metal.’
This one’s of another kind. This comes from Reader’s Digest 1975 issue:
Smashed Potatoes:
A kid’s eye view of the kitchen
ICEPOPS FOR SUMMER
1 whole can of any kind of drink except for beer
11 or 9 sticks maybe
Regular frigerator silver things that turns ice into cubes
THAT’S ALL
Shake up the juice for some hours. Be sure to put the sticks in upside down, else you won’t have no handles, and maybe you could never get the ice pops out.
Now it has to freeze good – or – oh boy! – When you open it, it will spill all over and the floor gets all sticky and bad ants.
Usually it takes till lunch time, but not always.
FUNNY BUSINESS
FUNNY BUSINESS
In this unjust and troublesome world, there is still a piece of laughter in our hearts. Even in times of uncertainties and difficulties, when you feel your heart became heavier than before, you laugh. Laughter matters most. The only answer in this world’s peace crisis is to laugh. According to most of us, ‘Laughter is the best medicine’. Among those funny business to fall victim in to my desk are these three:
Have I Ever Called You Name?
There are so many different names of people nowadays because of the increasing population that one is hard put to remember the names of his or her classmates and teachers.
Even the name of this game me and my friend created, we do not know. But anyway, we will just call it a ‘name game’. Do you have an idea of what I’m talking about? No? well then, here’s a sample conversation we had for the past few days:
“Err… Excuse me, Mary Jale. What is ----?”
“Aha! You just called my name a while ago and then now you’re repeating it. You are supposed to call my middle name and its Tuesday! Give me my one peso!”
“Alas! I took no notice of it. I am very busy with something here and then, grr… Here, take this one peso of yours.”
Ring a bell yet? Well, we have a deal that every Tuesday and Thursday in the month of March, we will call each other by our middle names. And if someone says the real name instead of the required twice within those days, she will have to pay one peso. This is somewhat confusing and mind-boggling yet a very funny business.
Nobody knows this game except for the, wait, let me count first…. Ah, yes! Except for the six of us. I don’t think also someone had played this game before us. This is not good for us though because this is gambling, this involves money but this is only a game which we had agreed, no personalizing.
What’s that again?
“A midpoint is a point that divides a segment (sig-ment) into two congruent segments.”
-Grechelle-
“Speaking (spe-king) of the devil, the devil is here.”
-Mary Jale-
“What”s that anime again? Prince of Tennis (ti-nis)?”
-Gilphanie-
“What’s that? Pith? Death (dith)!”
-Brigitte-
“He partitioned Bengal into two provinces to facilitate administration of the region and to weaken (we-ken)….”
-Yours Truly-
Tired of figuring out what are with these double-quoted sentences? Well, the underlined words are words mispronounced by us and the words enclosed in the parentheses are there respective pronunciation based on how they are said.
Every time we recall these words, we laugh and keep on repeating it. But aside from these words there are still many words we mispronounced such as ‘gren’ instead of green and ‘rid’ instead of red, ‘ridy’ instead of ready and ‘mital instead of metal.’
This one’s of another kind. This comes from Reader’s Digest 1975 issue:
Smashed Potatoes:
A kid’s eye view of the kitchen
ICEPOPS FOR SUMMER
1 whole can of any kind of drink except for beer
11 or 9 sticks maybe
Regular frigerator silver things that turns ice into cubes
THAT’S ALL
Shake up the juice for some hours. Be sure to put the sticks in upside down, else you won’t have no handles, and maybe you could never get the ice pops out.
Now it has to freeze good – or – oh boy! – When you open it, it will spill all over and the floor gets all sticky and bad ants.
Usually it takes till lunch time, but not always.
In this unjust and troublesome world, there is still a piece of laughter in our hearts. Even in times of uncertainties and difficulties, when you feel your heart became heavier than before, you laugh. Laughter matters most. The only answer in this world’s peace crisis is to laugh. According to most of us, ‘Laughter is the best medicine’. Among those funny business to fall victim in to my desk are these three:
Have I Ever Called You Name?
There are so many different names of people nowadays because of the increasing population that one is hard put to remember the names of his or her classmates and teachers.
Even the name of this game me and my friend created, we do not know. But anyway, we will just call it a ‘name game’. Do you have an idea of what I’m talking about? No? well then, here’s a sample conversation we had for the past few days:
“Err… Excuse me, Mary Jale. What is ----?”
“Aha! You just called my name a while ago and then now you’re repeating it. You are supposed to call my middle name and its Tuesday! Give me my one peso!”
“Alas! I took no notice of it. I am very busy with something here and then, grr… Here, take this one peso of yours.”
Ring a bell yet? Well, we have a deal that every Tuesday and Thursday in the month of March, we will call each other by our middle names. And if someone says the real name instead of the required twice within those days, she will have to pay one peso. This is somewhat confusing and mind-boggling yet a very funny business.
Nobody knows this game except for the, wait, let me count first…. Ah, yes! Except for the six of us. I don’t think also someone had played this game before us. This is not good for us though because this is gambling, this involves money but this is only a game which we had agreed, no personalizing.
What’s that again?
“A midpoint is a point that divides a segment (sig-ment) into two congruent segments.”
-Grechelle-
“Speaking (spe-king) of the devil, the devil is here.”
-Mary Jale-
“What”s that anime again? Prince of Tennis (ti-nis)?”
-Gilphanie-
“What’s that? Pith? Death (dith)!”
-Brigitte-
“He partitioned Bengal into two provinces to facilitate administration of the region and to weaken (we-ken)….”
-Yours Truly-
Tired of figuring out what are with these double-quoted sentences? Well, the underlined words are words mispronounced by us and the words enclosed in the parentheses are there respective pronunciation based on how they are said.
Every time we recall these words, we laugh and keep on repeating it. But aside from these words there are still many words we mispronounced such as ‘gren’ instead of green and ‘rid’ instead of red, ‘ridy’ instead of ready and ‘mital instead of metal.’
This one’s of another kind. This comes from Reader’s Digest 1975 issue:
Smashed Potatoes:
A kid’s eye view of the kitchen
ICEPOPS FOR SUMMER
1 whole can of any kind of drink except for beer
11 or 9 sticks maybe
Regular frigerator silver things that turns ice into cubes
THAT’S ALL
Shake up the juice for some hours. Be sure to put the sticks in upside down, else you won’t have no handles, and maybe you could never get the ice pops out.
Now it has to freeze good – or – oh boy! – When you open it, it will spill all over and the floor gets all sticky and bad ants.
Usually it takes till lunch time, but not always.
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