Sen. Miriam Santiago Stand Up Comedy Speech

This is just incredibly hilarious. I can’t stop myself from REPOSTING this! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE this speech.
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Benta Pick-up Lines COMPLETE: Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago Doing Stand-up Comedy
FULL TRANSCRIPTION

From the transcriber/guy who took the video: Please bawal ang VB? I have too much of that na in UP Law. Thank you! See the vid athttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzgkqgRorBk. Enjoy!

[…] because I got a message from my friends from Twitter and Facebook. The message is:

“Para fair ang labanan sa susunod magpadala tayo ng interpreter sa Ms. Universe. Ipadala natin si Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago. Pwede na rin si Kuya Kim Atienza para may kaunting trivia.”
When I was a student here I was a very, very committed student, I was very, very busy not only trying to stay in the honor roll, but also in many various extra-curricular activities. For example, I was editor of the Philippine Collegian, and at the same time I was [co-sponsor] of the UP ROTC not once but twice. This only shows that lightning can strike twice. I never had time to get picked up by any of the males, because at that time I was fully convinced that all males had the brains of an amoeba.

[…] someone very close to me and actually, you’ll be surprised, someone very shy. So I told her, you must meet the students of Metro Manila, and you’ll see how impressive they are. I want her to stand up so you can see her, Ms. Heart Evangelista. She’s a twice-awarded best actress in Philippine films, but she has no self-confidence, I discovered. If you want to teach her self-confidence, can you please first get in touch with me, so I can verify if your intentions are honorable. Actually she’s available at Facebook.

She told me yesterday when she got lost in Hong Kong and a man was following her from floor to floor in a department store. She got very frightened and had an almost traumatic experience, and burst into tears. That is the kind of feminine personality Heart has. So I told her, “No, why should you get frightened? You should have turned around and confronted your fears. You should’ve stood up very straight in front of that Chinaman, and you should have said, ‘See anything you like? Anything? It’s 50 dollars. For 50 dollars more your wife can watch.’” If you keep coming with me, Heart, you will get educated.

I was a very, very committed student. I always woke up at five o’clock and then went to church. And then I devoted myself to studying the entire day and the entire night, which was the opposite of what my dormmates used to do. They devoted themselves to, let us call it, extra-sexual activities. And when exam week came, they all went to St. Jude, the patron saint of the impossible.

I never got picked up by anybody, either here in the Philippines or abroad. But now I know there are certain pick-up lines which will prove irresistible.

Why don’t you try the following?
Kung magkakaroon ako ng sariling planeta, gusto ko ikaw ang axis nito, para sayo lang iikot ang mundo ko.
Sana FB status ka na lang, para pwede kitang i-like.
Ibenta mo na bahay mo, total nandidito ka na, nakatira sa puso ko.
Sana naka-off ang ilaw, para tayo na lang mag-on.
Noodles ka ba, kasi Lucky Me?
[…] parang see-saw, pag wala ka, down ako.
Para kang hold-upper, lahat ibibigay ko sayo, wag mo lang akong saktan.
Galing mo din, ano? Di mo pa ko binabato tinamaan mo na ako.
Maglaro tayo ng kahit ano, wag lang taguan, kasi a girl like you is hard to find.
Sana exam mo na lang ako, para sagutin mo rin ako.
Bastos ka rin, ano? Di ka man lang nagpapaalam tuloy-tuloy kang pumasok sa puso ko.
Google ka ba? Lahat kasi ng hinahanap ko sayo ko natagpuan.
Nakalimutan ko pangalan mo, eh. Pwede bang tawagin na lang kitang… akin?
Nakalunok ka ba ng kwitis, kasi pag ngumiti ka, may spark
This is what Dr. […] Cabral said to Dr. Esperanza Cabral, when they were both students in the UP College of Medicine.

Sana ikaw ang cardiologist ko, para ikaw ang mag-aalaga sa puso ko.
Sana scientist ako, para ikaw naman ang lab ko.
Tindera ka ba ng yosi? Kasi you give me Hope… and More.
Para kang cactus, kasi handa akong masaktan, mayakap ka lang.
Pag wala ka ang buhay ko parang lapis na hindi natasahan: pointless.
Let’s go to Q&A.
Q: Pano mo sasabihin sa isang babae na mataba siya na hindi siya mababastos?

A: Excuse me, Miss, Mang Tomas ba ang lotion mo?

GUY 1: May sagot ka ba sa exam?

GUY 2: Puro blanko.

GUY 1: Patay.

GUY 2: Bakit?

GUY 1: Baka isipin nila nagkopyahan tayo.

I never thought I was going to enter politics coz I was studying hard here in UP to prepare for my future. I always thought that I would someday be a rocket scientist, astrophysicist, or even a lion-tamer. I never wanted to enter politics. I was simply forced by the circumstances. I’m afraid I was seduced by the young people of this country.

Once I entered politics, it became natural, being a civil, God-fearing, law-abiding citizen, for me to lose my temper, because politicians are… [waves hand down].

So… kelangan minsan sa politika, para lang mabuhay sa pulitika, to survive, if not to prevail, kelangan mataray ka. Iba naman klaseng taray ito. Eto nga yun sinasabi ko.

Di ko sinasabing maganda ako. Sinasabi ko lang, pangit ka.
Pag nakikita kita, parang gusto kong magsorry sa mga mata ko.
Wife: Ibili mo ako ng bagong bra.
Husband: Wag ka ng mag-bra, maliit naman boobs mo.

Wife: Eh bakit ikaw, nagbebrief ka pa?
Heart Evangelista is so beautiful people often tell her how beautiful she is. And she always says she feels extremely mortified when she hears it. So I told her, “Don’t do that! Why should you be so shy and why should you be embarrassed?” And I told her, “When someone told me, ‘Ang ganda mo’ I answered ‘Sana ikaw rin.’”

In a swimming pool:

Classmate 1: I’m sure lulutang ka.

Classmate 2: Bakit? Dahil payat ako?

Classmate 1: Hindi, dahil plastic ka.

When the cashier at the grocery said, “Miss, pwedeng candy na lang ang sukli ko sa iyo?” I answered “Bakit, tsokolate ba ang ibinayad ko?”

The husband said, “When I’m gone you’ll never find another man like me.” The wife replied, “What makes you think I’d want another man like you?”

This is what I learned in my eight years in UP. I never learned this when I went to Harvard, Cambridge or Oxford, they were just dull. I will now go to my assigned topic. [Licks lips]
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Bohol Wandering the Nth Time Around

Been to Bohol for quite a few times in the past. Just last month though (yeaah, December), a few of my colleagues decided to book a 3 day trip to the beautiful province. And I was like, hhhheyyy WHY NOT? It’s a great way to bond with friends, make “sulit” (translation: “worthwhile”) our looong holiday vacation and..well..hehe.. bring out the driver in me!!!  I just have’ta try that ATV Ride!

So there, I made the decision to join the gang of wanderers.

After a month long of calling travel agencies, interviewing and annoying friends who live in Bohol, browsing discount travel sites, adding tons of contacts and taking dozens of calls  (We owe these all to Cindy and her unending perseverance and effort!! Salamat Cind..:D) we finally had our official trip itinerary.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiit….before I continue, I gotta say bye-bye for now.  I’m currently at work and I’m snooping on WordPress to do some personal posting…hehe…screw company rules. Anyway, toodles! Will update this later.

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A few hours later…

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I’m back and….. here’s our itinerary:

Day1 :
Tagbilaran Pier – The sky was crying when we reached the port. I wonder why…heheh. Somebody’s missing somebody, I guess…XD bwahahah
Hinagdanan cave - Thank you very much to the guide who effortlessly noticed our ‘artistahin’ looks and gave us our respective/appropriate nicknames—MIRACULOUS!!!! XD nyahahahah ^^
Justin Beiber - Maja Salvador – Angel Locsin (yey for me!! ) –  JohnLloyd Cruz – and Piolo Pascual .:P XD

Alona Hidden Resort – This is where we stayed. Loved the room!

Alona Resorts' Beach Front

Day2:
Bayoyoy the Dwarf  – I heartily salute the man’s family for their endless effort in taking care of their family member.
Blood Compact Monument -  I actually thought of sitting on Sikatuna’s lap but realized I was not that type of person so I behaved XD hahaha. If you are unsure who Sikatuna is…Google please.

Rajah/Datu Sikatuna and Miguel Lopez de Legazpi

This is said to be the very site of the Blood Compact - situated in between two rivers.

Baclayon Church and Museum (Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception church) – Unexpectedly came across Father Rudy on our way out of the church. It’s nice to see someone you know while you’re on vacation.  I also lit a few colored candles – that’s my “very important” part.

PANDAYAN (old way of making knives and bolo) – Cool… even though I saw bolos, my imaginative self just can’t help slipping into tra-la-la land and think of Samurais and Diablo 2 blacksmiths…XD Ka—ching!! Forgive me and my nuttiness. XD

Python Sanctuary - Pet lover as I am, I have this weird love for reptiles. They’re so Slimy-ly cute!! Weee! Can I take the iguana and python home?..pleaaassee…:D

Loboc Church (San Pedro Church) – And so we were told the story of the unfinished bridge and the church. Hmmm… I just can’t help but wonder if there really is such as “a hidden treasure” there.

The church across Loboc's unfinished bridge.

Lunch at Loboc River Cruise – T’was noon and cam batteries were already dying out. Talk about not-so-vain people. hahahah. —Yummy food, good singing and a relaxing cruise.

Tasted Bohol Bee farm’s famous malunggay ice cream – I have this thing for “Malunggay” (translation: “horseradish tree/moringa oleifera”) and organic food. And unsurprisingly, i looooved the malunggay icecream (exclude the cone though T_T, Cindy loved it but I didn’t like it that much)
Cable car ride at Loboc – Unfortunately, I was ALONE on the first cable car ride to the other side of the river. (T_T)  Good thing talking to myself is nothing new to me and forcing myself to create imaginary friends aren’t really that hard. hahahahah… *whew XD

cable car wires

Tarsier Conservation Center – Unforgettable! I was mistaken for a chinese/japanese/korean tourist.  I will definitely be back! >:) nyahahaha *swelling-liver

Man-made Forest -  Loved and still love this place. Never fails to make me feel I’m in a road trip to some European countryside.

Butterfly Conservation Area – Felt like I was on a science class field trip. I loved the puuuhrrttyy and cute colored butterflies though. And oh, the FruitSalad IcecreamBar was yummy!

(G1) ATV ride at Carmen——This my friends, for me, is the bestest best part of our trip. I have unleashed the driver in me!! I suck at driving and was never good with estimating distances and all…but I had soooo much fun riding the AUTOMATIC vehicle. I know, I know…I sound lame and even drove lame(see proof below- hahahah) I am literally laughing at myself now. But honestly, it was incredibly fun!!! NO KIDDING! And yes, I got better and better in a span of a few mins. Ain’t I something? Say yes or faint!

Chocolate Hills – Breath taking as usual. And, there were not a lot of people that day. Had the place to ourselves. Wished on the wishing well and rang the bell to get attention. hahaha Just followed the instruction guide really.

Alona Beach — Scenic! Scenic! Scenic!  I admit I am not a swim-at-the-beach type of person but I love romantic sceneries…and that includes sunsets. *dreamy-face

Day 3 – Island Hopping!

Dolphin watching  – T’was fun chasing young dolphins.  I honestly believe the mischievous babies were making fun of us. Nonetheless it was FUN and we can’t help but go jumpy when we spot them! TraLaLa-LandThought says I’m Ariel of the Little Mermaid. ahhahaha…

Balicasag Island Lunch and Snorkeling in their Fish Sanctuary – Fish feeding using the entire loaf of sliced  bread. Lucky, lucky cute colorful fishes. Need Peanut Butter and Jelly? LOL

—Had grilled fish and pork for lunch. *drool* The memory makes me hungry. *whew

Virgin Island – Beautiful and untouched stretch of white sand. Hello photoshoots!

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I’ve been to most of the places but I still had fun!

We’d like to thank Incon Bohol Tours for the great experience.

You can ring them at+639297623614 and look for  Mr. Paul Bernard Incon.  You can also send an email — boholtour.incon45@gmail.com or visit their site at http://inconboholtours.webs.com 

Here’s a list of some of my colleagues blogs. You can check them out too, if you like.

http://eliezerluardo.blogspot.com/

http://jayseeblabs.blogspot.com/

http://jomarlipon.blogspot.com/    [Lo, you did not join us in Bohol but I'll be kind enough to post your link here. You should THANK me for this! And not just any thank you..it should be a buy-me-an-icecream thank you..:D >:))) ]

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Just so you know, this post isn’t done yet. Will add more after I visit slumberland. My pillows are calling me!….XD

Through a rainbowish flowery patterned glass

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn’t change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It’s not just a river in Egypt, it’s a freakin’ ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it? – Dr. Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)

What does it take to wake up to reality?

Well, not that you’re really sleeping but it’s just that you can’t help but want to go drowsy because sleeping just feels soooo damn right, if you get what I mean.  It’s like you are in the midst of a tunnel, wherein you clearly see the ends but you ironically never seem to actually get there.

Denial? Perhaps, but maybe not.

 ”Sometimes we deny things because it’s only in denial that we see a glimpse of hope” – Jheey (a colleague and friend)

Honestly, I really don’t know…make that “I’m really confused.”
You know how it feels like when everything is laid out in front of you and terrible and unfairly hopeless as it may seem you still manage to look through a colorful rainbowish flowery patterned glass just because you are not given the exact intentions, if there was ever one in the first place? It’s so ironic that you just can’t stop allowing yourself to fall back into that crazy loop of confusion, hope, assumption and reality which you somehow wryly seem to enjoy amidst the headache.

Worst part, no matter how you want to confront, clear things out…you just can’t. It’s just too….uhmm…inappropriate and all you can do is wait in vain. (T_T)

Let me just rant…I am in an oblivious state of mind…

To be continued?… My effing keyboard is going more nuts than I am.

 

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. - Dr. Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)

A baby’s message

Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few
weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.
Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got
beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I
will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me
your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we
have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to
be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t
wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was
perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I
will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.

Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about
me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that
you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand
yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did
something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad
for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It
doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I
do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I
don’t like it, Mommy.

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and
you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,
and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m
happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait
and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your
hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love
you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting
funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t
know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to
protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good
person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want
us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?

You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or
touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I
still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug
me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do
that when you’re awake, any more?

I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going
somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a
hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.

…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t
know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think
something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love
you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It
feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They
told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you
get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something
wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why
don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want
to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say
you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and
see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I
want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!

I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

Say No to Abortion. Be Pro – Life.

(sniff….:’c)

*credits to the original owner of this post.  found this spreading in tumblr and FB.

Letter to Claire

This is the “word for word” version

” Dear Claire, 
“What” and “If” are two words as non threatening as words can be. But put them together, side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. “What If?” “What If?” “What If?” I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was “true love”, then it’s never to late. If it were true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like; a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for. But I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I’d have the courage to seize it. And Claire, if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will.
All my love, 
Juliet”

(This is the Script Version)

LETTER TO CLAIRE:
“‘What’ and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening
as words come. But put
them together side-by-side and they
have the power to haunt you for the
rest of your life: ‘What if?’…”

“I don’t know how your story ended.
But I know that if what you felt
then was love – true love – then
it’s never too late. If it was true
then it why wouldn’t it be true
now? You need only the courage to
follow your heart…”

“I don’t know what a love like that
feels like… a love to leave loved
ones for, a love to cross oceans
for… but I’d like to believe if I
ever felt it. I’d have the courage
to seize it. I hope you had the
courage to seize it, Claire. And if
you didn’t, I hope one day that you
will.”

From the Movie (Letters to Juliet)

I just love this…. I may sound mushy but reading this makes me teary in a good way… ^^ Sheesh, I’m such a sucker for romantic flicks.

White Gardenia

Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 12, one white gardenia was delivered anonymously to me at my house. There was never a card or note, and calls to the florist were in vain, because the purchase was always made in cash. After a while, I stopped trying to discover the identity of the sender. I just delighted in the beauty and heady perfume of that one magical, perfect white flower nestled in folds of soft pink tissue paper. But I never stopped imagining who the sender might be. Some of my happiest moments were spent in day dreams about someone wonderful and exciting, but too shy or eccentric to make known his or her identity. In my teen years, it was fun to speculate that the sender might be a boy I had a crush on, or even someone I didn’t know who had noticed me.

My mother often contributed to my speculations. She’d ask me if there was someone for whom I had done a special kindness, who might be showing appreciation anonymously. She reminded me of the times when I’d been riding my bike and our neighbor drove up with her car full of groceries and children. I always helped her unload the car and made sure the children didn’t run into the road. Or maybe the mystery sender was the old man across the street. I often retrieved his mail during the winter, so he wouldn’t have to venture down his icy steps.

My mother did her best to foster my imagination about the gardenia. She wanted her children to be creative. She also wanted us to feel cherished and loved, not just by her, but by the world at large.

When I was 17, a boy broke my heart. The night he called for the last time, I cried myself to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, there was a message scribbled on my mirror in red lipstick: “Heartily know, when half-gods go, the gods arrive.” I thought about that quotation from Emerson for a long time, and I left it where my mother had written it until my heart healed. When I finally went for the glass cleaner, my mother knew that everything was all right again.

But there were some hurts my mother couldn’t heal. A month before my high school graduation, my father died suddenly of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from simple grief to abandonment, fear, distrust and overwhelming anger that my dad was missing some of the most important events in my life.

I became completely uninterested in my upcoming graduation, the senior-class play and the prom – events that I had worked on and looked forward to. I even considered staying home to attend college instead of going away as I had planned because it felt safer.

My mother, in the midst of her own grief, wouldn’t hear of me missing out on any of these things. The day before my father died, she and I had gone shopping for a prom dress and had found a spectacular one — yards and yards of dotted Swiss in red, white and blue. Wearing it made me feel like Scarlett O’Hara. But it was the wrong size, and when my father died the next day, I forgot all about the dress.

My mother didn’t. The day before the prom, I found the dress waiting for me — in the right size. It was draped majestically over the living room sofa, presented to me artistically and lovingly. I may not have cared about having a new dress, but my mother did.

She cared how we children felt about ourselves. She imbued us with a sense of the magic in the world, and she gave us the ability to see beauty even in the face of adversity.

In truth, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia — lovely, strong, perfect, with an aura of magic and perhaps a bit of mystery.

____________
My mother died when I was 22, only 10 days after I was married.

That was the year the gardenias stopped coming.

~By Marsha Arons~
from “Chicken Soup For A Woman’s Soul”

Conversation between a Student and a Professor

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and….
Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.
Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.
Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.
Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is this God good then?

Hmm? (Student is silent.)
Prof: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?
Student :Yes.
Prof: Is Satan good?
Student : No.
Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student : From…God…
Prof: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Prof: So who created evil?
(Student does not answer.)
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student :Yes, sir.
Prof: So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)
Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God?
Student : No, sir.
Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student : No , sir.
Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelled your god? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy.
Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light…. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that
death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelled it?…..No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it, sir.. The link between man & god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.
Do you know who the student is….?

That young man was ALBERT EINSTEIN.

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credits to an FB friend for sharing this.

Fate is such a tease

I am pretty sure you would agree that fate brings people to our lives and that it is all up to us who we decide to stay and who we decide to leave behind.

But by recent experience, there are also times wherein no matter how you decide to just leave for the better, to escape the hurt of not knowing what’s really going on…Fate brings you over and over again that very person you are trying so hard to escape from.  And you, being in that state of trying to hold back just suddenly starts losing that grip and before you know it poof! you have broken free from the holding-back chains.

Oh, you know what comes next.  Say hello to the butterfly-ish thoughts like “I guess we’re just meant to be” or “Fate just won’t let me walk away”.  Get what I mean??

Fate, no doubt, is such a tease, if you believe in fate that is. When you feel like you no longer want to hold on to somebody who you ‘believe’ (not sure) doesn’t want to be hold on to, bang! Fate makes ways to prove you wrong and instead keeps you closer than where you were previously standing.  All you can do is drop your jaws and just want to scream at fate’s ears till it bleeds  “Are WE meant to be??”,  “Why is this happening??”, “Why are you doing this to me??”

There are times when you feel like giving up on this person because the signals are just so puzzling that “insanely confusing” becomes an understatement.  You sometimes feel like losing hope for certain things we ‘may’ call “possibilities” slash “make believe”  whichever it is..you really are not so sure of…that’s why you just feel hopeless, incredibly hopeless in the first place. Amidst the hopelessness, suddenly, in a ray of light, FATE just brings to life these too-convincing-I-want-to-believe-again incidents.

Regarding my own story, there are soooo many things, incidents, scenarios, moves, moments in the present and even the past(yeah.that’s right.. THE PAST where you haven’t met this person yet) that say so much it’s getting really heavy and hard to ignore.  I am not really sure if these incidents do have meanings (which in the back of my mind I really hope it does have)  or if they were just coincidences purely exaggerated by my over-analyzing self and slightly assuming self.  It’s hard not to think too much and that fate will indeed be making a move (again!) to keep us together. *whew

I may just be imagining, getting carried away by my own fantasies or it could be that I’m just playing extremely BLIND with the obvious signs because I’m scared of the possibility that I may not be reading what’s between the lines right.  *sigh*  I could go on and on with the emo ranting….

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Whatever it is, what I know definitely know is  it’s hard to stay away from this person…REALLY HARD. It could also be that I may just want to portray that I want to stay away but deep inside in the back of my mind or heart or soul or all of these(helgapataki style)..whichever is applicable…I really NEVER want to stay away and see him go no matter how it shatters or breaks me.  I just seem to go whole again when I see this person.  I just suddenly forget about the  hurt. And…. FATE is helping me? hmmm… Here I go again..

Crazy, huh? Stupid, I know…Never had my walls torn and crashed down this hard.  But this is the truth.

As Leona Lewis sang “My heart’s crippled by the pain, that I keep on closing“…(lame.. hahah..)

Am I in denial and just making fate a reason to stay or am I just choosing the reality I accept?? 0.0

I really don’t know. XD

Never learned…

Sometimes I hate being around people I love. They drive me nuts when we are around each other too much. I always feel like I need a break. The drama, the fighting, and the complaining sometimes is just too much to handle.

Everyday one of my loved ones (friends, love interests, family) never fail to do something to make me mad. One will talk my ear off about stupid gossip that I never will care about. Another will fish and fish for compliments by trying to show off a super low self esteem.  Some Will complain about stupid problems that won’t even matter the next day. Some will just bug the crap out of me because they think they are funny when they aren’t. Others will try so hard to be something they aren’t and it drives me insane. I mean, this is what relationships are all about and I just want to escape.

Then I remember them. I remember us. Soon we won’t be together. Soon we’ll be separating. I won’t see them any more. I won’t see the ones who are always on my side. I won’t talk to the ones who always make me laugh. I won’t hang out with the ones who aren’t afraid to dance with me in front of a crowd. I won’t be able to lean on the ones who will listen to all of my problems. I won’t be able to go crazy anymore because the ones who know me won’t be around. There will be no more late night hang outs. There will be no more talking all night knowing we have school/work the next morning. There won’t be anymore chasing each other around screaming like we’re five. There won’t be anymore immaturity; no more laughing; no more fun times; no more games. We won’t have time for concerts or parties. They’ll be gone and I’ll be gone.

I remember them leaving. I remember me leaving. I remember that one day I won’t be able to see those faces that pull me through each day of my life. So I shrug off the frustrations and remember how much I love them. I remember how much I’m going to miss them.

That’s what life is all about. Meeting people that you’ll  never want to let go of.  You’ll never want to leave  them no matter how much they  bug you. The most important  thing I need to know is  what school or work never  taught me. I never learned  what I needed to know most.  I never learned to say  good-bye.

FRIENDSHIP

LOVE

FAMILY

Earth Hour

 

Here’s a very nice post from DJ Chico Garcia (freshly pressed yesterday March 25):

I’ve heard many naysayers scoff at this whole, in their words, “exercise in futility”, that it’s actually useless and a waste of time and money, and that our energies could be channeled into something more useful and concrete. Maybe. I don’t discount the opinion that it may be so. But in my opinion, it’s better than doing NOTHING. One can sit there, in the comfort of his own spectator seat, and mock the efforts that others do, but my question is: “What are YOU doing?” If you’ve got a better idea, then let’s hear it; let’s do THAT instead of THIS. I don’t have a better idea, so I’ll support this instead. Will it save the world as we know it?  Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. But I won’t stand in the way of people trying their best to effect a change for the better. In fact, they have my full support. Turning off the lights for an hour won’t necessarily stop climate change or whatever it is that ails our planet, but it gives us all a chance to reflect on a pressing fact: our planet needs help. Whether it’s man-inflicted or a natural course of our planet’s evolution is a difficult question to answer. But it wouldn’t hurt for us as a global community to set aside an hour in a year to think about it as one. We may not come up with the right solutions to our problems, but I applaud any attempt to give it a try. Even if our efforts prove futile, if we could change the habits of ANY number of people and effect a change in their consumption habits, it would’ve been worth it already. It doesn’t hurt to remind ourselves not to consume too much, that we’re not alone on this planet, that in order to co-exist we need to share EVERYTHING, and therefore we need to be frugal in devouring whatever it is we already consume. Whether we humans are the cause of the problem or the solution, we have to give it a try. The peanut gallery has never been the source of either the solutions or the inspirations for. Like they say, if we can’t be part of the solution, at least don’t stand in the way of those trying.

So tomorrow, Saturday, March 26, 2011, from 8:30-9:30pm, switch off all your lights and send a strong message of hope.

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Please continue spreading Earth Hour.  Inspire others to show support for Mother earth.  I recall for the last years of supporting, in our neighborhood I only get to see 1 to 2 houses who actually supported EH.  It’s kinda sad really.  But, I think, this year will be a lot more different.

Honestly, I still have doubts regarding the truth behind Global Warming and some things about Climate Change but regardless of that I love Earth.  I am an Environmentalist.  So, it doesn’t really matter if GW or CC issues are truth or hoaxes, I support Earth Hour because I am for Mother Earth.   We’ve only got one place to live(and suitable to live in) and  we need to take care of it all the time—ALL THE TIME.

Just my two cents!!

GET INVOLVED NOW!! ^.^

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