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Cold Winter

It was October and the Indians on a remote reservation asked their new Chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a Chief in a modern society he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared. But being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea.

He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"

"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold" the meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?"

"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."

The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later the Chief called the National Weather Service again.

"Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"

"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever."

"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.

The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy."

PANO NGA BA NAGSISIMULA ANG CRUSH?

STAGE 1: :"ALIW AKO!"

it goes like this... lalapit ka sa friend mo..tapos you'll say, "ei! kilala mo ba si ______(ALEXI, chris, mark, joseph, john, mike...or whatever his damn name is!)? wala lang...aliw lang talaga ako sa kanya..." sabay smile... "hindi ko sya crush ha!!! talagang nakakatuwa lang sya!" kaya nga eh...tuwang tuwa ka...it shows...naaliw ka nga talaga...grabe!!!di mo ba alam na dyan nagsisimula yan...

STAGE 2: "NAKAKA-MISS SYA"

ayan na po...hinahanap mo na...ung dialouge naman nyan ganito..."uy, nasan kaya si ______? matagal ko na syang di nakikita eh...wala lang naninibago lang ako..." sigurado ka bang yun lang...aba! bago mo naman sya nakilala eh okay lang sayo na he does not exsist..eh bakit ngayon hinahanap-hanap o...cgurado ka bang NANINIBAGO KA LANG????

STAGE 3: "CUTE PALA SYA!" a.k.a "the denial of reality"

hay...ayaw pa kasing aminin eh...paka totoo kana noh!!! "ei, alam mo cute pala si ______! pag tiningnan mong mabuti..." o kaya..."ang cute naman nyang magsmile...tapos ang bouncy ng hair nya..." tpos biglang sasabihin... "hindi ko sya crush ha...ung hair (smile or whatever na bagay na related sa kanya) lng nya ang gusto ko!" SIGURADO KA LANG??? eh bakit sa tinagal-tagal na magkasama kayo ngayon mo lang narealize...hm...something's fishy...

STAGE 4: "ALAM MO CRUSH KO NA YATA SYA..."

Hay naku!!! may pa yata-yata ka pang nalalaman... ilang months or years mo inipon ang courage mo para aminin yan...when infact it's so obvious...alam na ng buo mong barkada bago mo pa man sinabi....at least di ba "HONEST" kana sa sarili mo...

STAGE 5: "TODO NA TO!"

eto na siguro yung part na pinaka maraming complications...kasi alam na ng barkada mo...at ikaw...kilig effect ka sa isang tabi....eto na yung stage na may sub levels...ayon sa iyong mga kabaliwang gagawin just for the sake of your so-called love life...

a. shy effect

okay...nandyan ka lang sa isang tabi...nagmumuni-muni kahit within 1 meter radius lang ang crush mo...kunwari walang reaction...tanong lang ha? HANGGANG KAILAN???

b. kababawan

ung bang tipong nadikitan mo lang sya by a quarter of a second sa hibla ng damit nya eh hanggang langit na yung tuwa mo..ung bang pwede ka nang mamatay...hay grabe ha...o kya naman makasalubong mo lang sya eh papasa kana sa exams....hm...wag sobrahan!!!

c. non stop talk

well...it just means na wala ka nang ibang kinuwento kundi sya..."he's like this...blah blah blah." its all about him...

d. stalker

in short...you're a walking encyclopedia about him...alam mo lahat ng dapat malaman tungkol sa kanya...schedule nya, adress, phone numbers...san sya tumaTambay...lahat ng favorites nya...pangalan ng parents nya...size ng pants, shoes, shirts nya...pati yata brand ng brief nya alam mo na...tsk!tsk!tsk! freaky...

e. obssesesion

hm, kailangan pa bang i-explain yan????

STAGE 6: GETTING TO KNOW YOU...

Sa wakas...kilala ka na rin ng crush mo...eh di happy kana di ba....it's your time to shine at magpakitang gilas...hehehe! kaso take note this is the most dangerous stage...remember that once you get to know him..there might be a possibility na ma-inlove ka...o complicated na yan!!!! pero pwede rin na crush mo lang talaga sya...there also may be a chance na mawala ung pagaka crush mo sa kanya...or you two might be good friends....friends...as in FRIENDS!!! daming possibilities...it's up to you kung what will you choose...basta make sure it's the best for both of you...

FPJ (Fatal Political Joke, 3)
By Atty. Jay De Castro

Pilit itinutulak ng oposisyon ang pagkandidato ni Fernando Poe Jr. sa darating na 2004 presidential election. Ayon sa kanila , si FPJ ay dapat iboto dahil sa mga sumusunod:

1. Siya ay may plataporma de gobyerno na hango sa Aklat ng Panday. Ito ay mas matanda pa sa Code of Kalantiaw (ang unang batas sa Pilipinas) kaya't dapat paniwalaan ng ating mga mamamayan.

2. Kaya niyang lutasin ang mga krimen sa bansa sapagkat isang bala lang sa kanya ang mga kriminal.

3. Hindi uubra sa kanya ang mga Abu Sayyaf, MNLF at NPA sapagkat ang kanyang paiiralin ay ang Batas ng 45.

4. Siya ay isang Dalubhasa, kung kaya't kaya niyang buwagin ang lahat ng sindikato sa Pilipinas.

5. Hindi siya maaaring lokohin ng kanyang mga tauhan, sapagkat tulad ng salop ay napupuno siya at tatamaan ang hindi susunod sa kanya.

6. Iboboto siya ng mga Muslim sapagkat siya si Muslim .357 na kalaban ng mga masasamang loob.

7. Sigurado ang kanyang panalo sa Maynila, sapagkat kanya ang Tondo, kung saan kanyang itinayo ang Low Waist Gang.

8. May programa siya sa sports, sapagkat siya ang Pakner ni Efren "Bata" Reyes, ang hari ng billiards sa Pilipinas.

9. Bilang Totoy Bato ang matuturuan niya ng boksing ang ating mga kababayan.

10. Kapag siya ang naging pangulo ang labing limang piso ay makakabili na ng Pitong Gatang ng bigas at hindi isang kilo, tulad ng kasalukuyang kalakalan.

11. Malulutas niya ang kahirapan ng bansa, sapagkat siya ang nakakaalam ng Lihim ng Guadalupe na magdudulot ng yaman sa ating mamamayan.

12. Kung magkakaroon ng digmaan sa pagitan ng Tsina at Pilipinas dahil sa Spratlys ay magaling niyang mapamumunuan ang ating sandatahan dahil sa dami ng kanyang karanasan sa pakikipaglaban sa mga Hapon sa kanyang mga pelikula.

13. Kung may bulkang sasabog tulad ng Mt. Pinatubo, maiiwasan niya ang malalaking sakuna bunga ng kanyang natutunan sa pelikula niyang Anak ng Bulkan.

14. Siya ay isang Agila na simbolo ng pambansang ibon ng Pilipinas.

15. Bunga ng kanyang pagganap sa iba't ibang katauhan sa kanyang napakaraming pelikula ay magiging Perlas ng Silangan ang Pilipinas.
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Sa kabila ng walang karanasan ni FPJ sa pagpapatakbo ng pamahalaan ay pilit siyang tinutulak ng oposisyon na tumakbo bilang pangulo ng bansa. Para bang ang pagpapatakbo ng gobyerno at pamumuno sa 82 milyong Pilipino ay isang pelikula na kung ang gumaganap ay magkakamali ay maitutuwid ito sa pangalawa o pangatlong "take".

Nakapanglulumong isipin ang ganitong pasiya ng oposisyon, lalu na't ang ilan sa kanila ay mga senador at kongresista. Halatang-halata na hindi kabutihan ng bansa at mga mamamayan ang kanilang pinahahalagahan, kundi sariling kapakanan, ang muli nilang paghawak sa kapangyarihan ng pamahalaan. Gagamitin lang nila si FPJ.

Anong kinabukasan ang maaasahan ng ating kabataan sa ganitong klaseng lider ng ating pamahalaan?

mayonnaise and the beer....

When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar......and the beer.



A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.



So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.



The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "Yes."



The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now", said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first", he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."



When he had finished, there was a profound silence. Then one of the students raised her hand and with a puzzled _expression, inquired what the beer represented. The Professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

kuya wag po!!!

Phone rings. I pick it up in the living room, and she picks up the extension in the second floor.

I say, "Inday, pakibaba ang telepono. Dito ko na lang kakausapin si Eric".

Sagot siya, "Yes, kuya!"

Minutes later, while I'm still on the phone, may naririnig akong kalabog from the stairs. then I see the maid na pilit hinihila yung extension phone.

"ati,ang hirap pala ibaba ng ixtenshun!"

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we had a maid before, she was asked to cook ampalaya. Binalatan ba naman yung ampalaya!?!!

galit yung daddy ko tuloy. so after realizing her mistake, sinama nya yung pinagbalatan ng ampalaya sa niluluto nya.hehehe

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One day I asked one of our maids to cover my book, I told her...."uy mylene, paki balutan naman tong book ko... here's the wrapper and the plastic cover...."

after an hour....

mylene: "kat eto na o."

*****, tama ba namang gawing regalo na may plastic cover ung book ko?

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yung tita ko at ang maid nila:

tita: paz, may tumawag ba?

paz: oho ate

tita: o, anong sabi?

paz: krrriiingg, kkkrriingg, hello?, sino po ito....ah ok, babay...

grabe, o diba accurate message, pati ring ng phone kuha...

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(holding a pack of lucky me pancit canton)

ate: alam mo ba lutuin to?

day: pano ba yan te?

ate: pakuluan mo yung noodles at pag malambot na alisin mo yung tubig.

pagkatapos ihalo mo lahat ng nasa pakete.

(when she returned itim yung pancit)

ate:bakit ganito?

day: sabi niyo halo ko lahat!

(yung pancit pala may free na nescafe sa labas)

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Dami eh, one time may tumawag sa bahay tapos tinanong ni mama kung sino, sabi niya walang sumagot. Okey fine. tinanong ni mama kung ano ang number, look siya sa caller ID, sinabi niya "nanay, 1234 po ang number na tumawag"

Natural, high pitch na si mama, "ano?"

"Sandali po Nanay, titignan ko ulit.

Nay, nagbago na ang number 1236 na po ngayon." Tinignan ng mama kung ano ang tinitignan niya, yun pala, yung oras."

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one time, sinama namin ng husband yung maid namin sa isang jap restaurant, we wanted to try kasi yung dinner buffet nila so get naman ng food yung maid namin sa buffet. i saw her getting several pieces ng california maki. Later nakita ko hinihimay nya yung maki and kinain lang niya yung rice tapos sabi sa kin

"bakit may electric tape 'to?" sabay taas nung seaweed

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Maid is cleaning Bro's room. Bro enters wearing only a towel (kakaligo
lang).

Maid starts to walk out of room.

Bro: Neng, isara mo ang pinto...

Maid turns around with tears in her eyes.

Maid: Kuya, h'wag po!!!

Bro: Gagah! Paglabas mo ng kwarto!!!

Love Island

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Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on our boat?" Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

Author Unknown

A different kind of Christmas story
Just have to pass this on to you guys,
Merry Christmas, but lets not forget the true meaning of Christmas.
Imagine this.......

You're driving home from work next Monday after a long day. You tune in your radio. You hear a blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu-like virus that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four people are dead, and it's kind of interesting, and they are sending some doctors over there to investigate it.

You don't think much about it, but coming home from church on Sunday you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb: people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.

By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. It's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere, and they have now coined it as "the mystery flu." The President has made some comment that he and his family are praying and hoping that all will go well over there.

But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.

That's why you are watch a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated into English from a French news program: There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris, dying of the mystery flu. It has come to Europe.

Panic strikes. As best they can tell, after contracting the disease, you have it for a week before you even know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die. Britain closes its borders, but it's too late. Southampton, Liverpool, London, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national-security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved-ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They will not be admitted into this country until we find a cure for this thing."

Within four days, our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear.

People are wondering, "What if it comes to this country?" And preachers onTuesday are saying it's the scourge of God. It's Wednesday night, and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and yells, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!" And while everyone in church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital, dying from the mystery flu. Within hours it seems, the disease envelops the country.

People are working around the clock, trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.

And then all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of someone with a very rare and blood-type, who hasn't been infected. All through the Midwest, over all channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood analyzed. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.

Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your spouse and your kids are out there, and they take your blood and say, "Wait here in the parking lot, and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what on earth is going on, and if this is the end of the world.

Suddenly, a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute. Hold on!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We think he has the right blood type."

Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the antidote."

As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we... we need you to sign a consent form. "You begin to sign, and then you see that the box for the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.

"H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades, and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"

"But... but . . . I don't understand. He's my only son!"

"We are talking about the whole world here. Please sign. We...we... need to hurry!"

"But can't you give him a transfusion?"

"If we had clean blood we would. Please, will you please sign?"

In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"

Could you walk back? Could you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"

Could you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never, ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be! Do you understand that?"

And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry. We've got to get started. People all over the world are dying," could you leave? Could you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why ... why have you abandoned me?"

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even bother to come because they have better things to do, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care, would you want to jump up and say, "EXCUSE ME! MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE? DOES IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?"

I wonder, is that what God wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DOES IT MEAN NOTHING? DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

Father, seeing it from your eyes should break our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.

Pass this story on to your entire address book or just five close friends; either way, by Christmas it will be all over the Internet.

weeweechu

Someone sent this and I'd like to pass it on to you to make you smile at the end of the day. enjoy.



One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girl

friend Jung Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean.

It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said "Hey

baby, let's play Weeweechu."



"Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Jung Lee.





"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu. I

love you and it's the perfect time," Huan Cho Begged.



"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon."





"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me."



Jung Lee looked at Huan Chi and said, "OK, we'll play

Weeweechu."



Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....

"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry

Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy

New Year."



................What were you thinking????

Hayee friends! Just try to look at the following unexplained photos... GRABE! Happy New Year!!!

Hello Mylene Reyes!

Results of EE3 Third Exam
By Scores: (%)

00-00324 - 52*
00-00170 - 45
00-00214 - 41
00-00368 - 40
00-00261 - 35
00-00248 - 34
00-00411 - 32
99-00112 - 31
00-00392 - 31
99-00373 - 31
00-00370 - 30
00-00225 - 30
00-00185 - 30
00-00287 - 29
00-00243 - 29
00-00349 - 29
00-00404 - 29
00-00450 - 29
00-00245 - 27
00-00409 - 27
00-00346 - 25
00-00340 - 24
99-00154 - 24
00-00285 - 23
00-00131 - 22
00-00451 - 21
00-00333 - 21
00-00301 - 20
00-00268 - 20
00-00055 - 20
99-00507 - 19
99-00005 - 18
00-00187 - 16
00-00044 - 16
00-00298 - 15
00-00182 - 15
00-00060 - 15
99-00153 - 10
00-00094 - 10
00-00276 - 10
00-00290 - 10
99-00009 - 8

Posted by Engr. Michael L. Zarco

The meaning of the word zarco

zarco is a must
zarco is playing center mid next to pareja and rodrigo is left mid
zarco is a nationally
zarco is in la right now helping his uncle
zarco is truly sorry for the incident
zarco is acknowledged as one the leading artists in the americas
zarco is the leader of a family who has for generations practiced the art of coppersmithing that was brought to the americas by spanish priests
zarco is discovered at
zarco is also a
zarco is one of the most underrated players in all of major league soccer
zarco is sleeping
zarco is all over that
zarco is a miami attorney who practices principally in franchise and complex commercial litigation
zarco is the 28
zarco is a great producer delivering high quality yields of long smooth yellow fruit
zarco is found dead in a secret synagogue with a naked girl by his side
zarco is one of the new christians
zarco is from the philippines
zarco is a mexican landrace and is classified as highly photoperiod sensitive under the ciat evaluation system
zarco is the former general secretary of section 15 of the mexican railroad workers
zarco is wanted for 1 st degree homicide in the death of michael bruce during a memorial day picnic shouting match
zarco is a member of the board of directors of the daily
zarco is located
zarco is located in the county of landa de matamoros
zarco is a young manuscript illustrator who tells the story of the infamous lisbon massacre of 1506
zarco is a major tourist area on the coast
zarco is practicing
zarco is not enough to make a team so utterly unable to win three in a row
zarco is a leader in the base christian communities in mexico city
zarco is the former general secretary of section 15 of the mexican
zarco is the former general
zarco is the new name given to a key tourist area located 24km
zarco is an activist in the mexican railroad workers union
zarco is found dead
zarco is from
zarco is also interesting as it had a russian community of people
zarco is convinced
zarco is ook een dromer
zarco is prodames2
zarco is the new name givene to a key tourist area located 24km
zarco is visiting marshall tuesday
zarco is a 'new christian'
zarco is being held without bond in the leelanau county jail
zarco is considered the epicentre of funchal
zarco is young but vehement in his pursuit

Source: http://www.googlism.com/when_is/z/zarco/

To all ECE IV-1, we have a special class this coming Monday, 9:00-10:30 am at RMA403. Thank you!-Sir Zarco

Hello din Mylenne!!!!

Di ko pa alam na may bago palang batas na nagdadag ng subject sa ECE Board exam!!!

Wala yun karlo. Good Luck sa review nyo!

Magreview kayo ng mabuti sa exam natin sa Monday! Good Luck!

Thanks sa mga nagpost ng message!

Pilipino Dictionary (Talasalitaan)


Ahh - sobra-sobra sa sarap, sarap na sarap na makaisa pa.
Aahhh - hirap na hirap sa sobrang sarap, sarap na sarap sa sobrang hirap.
Abakada - ikli ng Egahailamanangaoparasatauwaya.
Abuloy - bayad sa nahigop na kape at nanguyang biskwit sa nilamayang sakla.
Aginaldo - inaasahan na makukuha sa araw ng Pasko na mas okay sana kung
pera na lang.
Babae - pangunahing dahilan ng pagkalalaki ng lalaki.
Baboy - isang uri ng hayop na nakakain ang kabahuan.
Bakasyon - sandaliang pahinga sa trabahong hingal lang ang pahinga.
Bakit - tanong na laging mahirap masagot.
Bakya - tsinelas na may takong.
Baga - lutuan ng mga hindi makabili ng microwave.
Bangungot - pangungulangot ng isip.
Kababata - dating gelpren na may ibang boypren.
Kabag - utot na naipon sa tiyan.
Kalmot - haplos ng nasasarapan.
Kama - higaan na gawaan din ng bata.
Kamote - prutas na pampalambot ng utot.
Dakma - hawak na sobra sa pagnanasa.
Dahas - pwersahang pakiusap sa maarteng kausap.
Dalaginding - dalagang hindi pa nagsusuot ng bra.
Determinasyon - paninindigan na nakatitigas-ulo lamang.
Dila - hindi lang panlasa, panlaplapan pa.
Dilim - liwanag na maitim.
E - ireng paseksi.
Gaga - kulang-kulang na pagkababae.
Gago - nasobrahan sa pagkalalaki.
Gahasa - romansang walang ligawan.
Ginang - asawa ni ginoo na mukha nang tsimay.
Ginoo - inaasawa ni ginang na may inaasawang iba.
Gutom - utot na lang ang laman ng tiyan.
Halaga - laging may katumbas na pera.
Haliparot - malanding pakipot.
Handog - bigay na laging may kapalit.
Hangin - utot na walang amoy.
Hipo - haplos na may malisya.
Hudas - tapat na manloloko.
I - ire ng hindi makatae.
Ibon - hayop na lumalangoy sa Hangin.
Imposible - pagtaas ng unano.
Insulto - walang hiyang biro.
Isda - hayop na hindi Nalulunod.
Ita - negrong Pinoy.
Itak - ama ng kutsilyo at balisong.
La - ikli ng 'lalalalala' sa kinakantang hindi maalala.
Lalawigan - syudad ng kahirapan.
Landi - hindi maarte sa hipuan.
Langaw - kulisap na bangung- bango sa bango ng basura.
Laos - usung-uso noong uso pa.
Libag - pawis na dumikit sa Balat.
Ma - tawag sa gelpren na mukhang nanay na.
Mahal - damdaming nakabubuntis.
Mama - tawag sa sosyal na ina.
Mantika - katas ng piniritong taba.
Maybahay - asawang utusan sa bahay.
Minindal - pagkain ng bisita.
Nakaw - pagkuha ng walang pasabing 'akin na lang ito.'
Naku - ikli ng 'ina ko, ina na ako.'
Nars - tituladong utusan ng doktor.
Nobya - gelpren na laking probinsya.
Nunal - libag na namukol sa balat.
Ngala-ngala - bahagi ng bunganga na languyan ng dura.
Ngayon - kahapon ng bukas.
O - sarap na pinipigil-pigil.
Ooh - sarap na hindi mapigil- pigil.
Ooohhh - sarap na sarap na hindi papipigil.
Paa - bahagi ng katawan na amoy lupa.
Pabula - mga kuwentong makahayop.
Pakwan - ikli ng 'pakain ng kuwan.'
Pag-ibig - kahalayan ng lumalanding puso.
Pagong - hayop na may mansyon na likod.
Palengke - tambayan ng mga tindera at pasyalan ng mga nanay na.
Raket - negosyong lokohan.
Regla - masungit na panahon ng pagkababae.
Sabaw - ulam na puro tubig ang rekado.
Sakristan - utusan ng pari.
Sampal - haplos na nakatitigas ng mukha.
Ta - ikli ng 'tita' o lalaking may bra.
Taas - agwat ng higante sa pandak.
Tamad - taong hindi napapagod sa pahinga.
Uhog - kulangot na mamasa-masa.
Watawat - tawag sa sinaunang bandera.
Ya - ikli ng 'yaya' o bayarang ina.
Yungib - sementadong lungga ng mga ita.

Di ko alam yun Karlo!

Karlo nasabi mo na ba kay Genesis?

Talaga lang excited ka na.

Sharlyn, Wong atbp. Nasan na ba kayo?

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Hi to all incoming ME and ECE students!!!

Hello Tirso!!!

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Hello rin Mylenne!

WHAT COLOR ARE YOU?
>>
>>Read this and then send it to as many friends as you
>>can including the person who sent it to you.....after
>>discovering what "color" you are,read the
description
>>at the bottom for that color.....send this back to the
>>person who sent it to you and to other
>>friends....don't forget to change the color in
>>the "subject" of your e-mail! !!!!!!!
>>
>>If your birthday is on......
>>
>>December 23rd~ January 1st = Red
>>January 2nd ~ January 11th = Orange
>>January 12th ~ January 24th = Yellow
>>January 25th ~ February 3rd = Pink
>>February 4th ~ February 8th = Blue
>>February 9th ~ February 18th = Green
>>February 19th ~ February 28th = Brown
>>March 1st ~ March 10th = Aqua
>>March 11th ~ March 20th = Lime
>>March 21st ~` Black
>>March 22nd ~ March 31st = Purple
>>April 1st ~ April 10th = Navy
>>April 11th ~ April 20th = Silver
>>April 21st ~ April 30th = White
>>May 1st ~ May 14th = Blue
>>May 15th ~ May 24th = Gold
>>May 25th ~ June 3rd= Cream
>>June 4th ~ June 13th = Grey
>>June 14th ~ June 23rd = Maroon
>>June 24th = Grey
>>June 25th ~ July 4th = Red
>>July 5th ~ July 14th = Orange
>>July 15th ~ July 25th = Yellow
>>July 26th ~ August 4th = Pink
>>August 5th ~ August 13th = Blue
>>August 14th ~ August 23rd = Green
>>August 24th ~ September 2nd = Brown
>>September 3rd ~ September 12th = Aqua
>>September 13th ~ September 22nd = Lime
>>September 23rd = Olive
>>September 24th ~October 3rd = Purple
>>October 4th ~ October 13th = Navy
>>October 14th ~ October 23rd = Silver
>>October 24th ~November 11th = White
>>November 12th ~ November 21st = Gold
>>November 22nd ~ December 1st = Cream
>>December 2nd ~ December 11th = Grey
>>December 12th~ December 21st = Maroon
>>December 22nd = Teal
>>
>>
>>*RED*
>>Cute and lovable type, You are picky but always in
>>love...and liked to be loved. Fresh and cheerful, but
>>can be "moody" at times. Capable with people nice,
>>soft, and that can love you for the way you are. Likes
>>people that are easy to talk to, and can make you feel
>>comfortable.
>>
>>*CREAM*
>>Competitive and sportive. Don't like losing and always
>>cheerful! You are trustworthy, and very out going.
>>You choose love carefully, and don't fall in love
>>easily. But once you find the right one, you don't let
>>go for a long time.
>>
>>*TEAL*
>>You are mostly interested in your looks. And have high
>>standards in picking love. You think and make a
>>solution precisely, and hardly make stupid mistakes.
>>You like to lead, and is easy for you to make new
>>friends.
>>
>>*GREY*
>>You are attractive, and active. You never hide your
>>feelings, and express everything that's inside. But
>>can be selfish at times. You want to be noticed, and
>>don't like to be treated unequally. You can brighten
>>up people's day. You know what to say at the right
>>time, and you have good sense of humor.
>>
>>*GREEN*
>>You get along well with new people. You are not
>>really a shy person, but sometimes you can hurt
>>people's feelings by your words... You like to be
>>loved and noticed by your lover, but mostly you are
>>single waiting for the right person.
>>
>>*GOLD*
>>You know what's right and what's wrong. You are
>>cheerful and out going. It's hard for you to find the
>>one you want, but once you find the right person, you
>>won't be able to fall in love again for a long time.
>>
>>*PINK*
>>You are always trying your best in everything, and
>>like to help and care for other people. But you are
>>not easily satisfied. You have negative thoughts, and
>>you look for romantic love like in a fairytale.
>>
>>*YELLOW*
>>You are sweet and innocent. Trusted by many people,
>>and have a strong leadership towards relationships.
>>You make good decision and make the right choice at
>>the right time. And always dreaming of romantic
>>relationship.
>>
>>*MAROON*
>>You are intelligent, and know what's right. You like
>>to make things go your way, which can sometimes cause
>>trouble for not thinking about other people's
>>feelings. But you be patient when it comes to
>>love..Once you get a hold of the right person, it's
>>hard for you to find a better love.
>>
>>*ORANGE*
>>You are responsible for your own actions, and you
>>know how to treat people. You always have goals to
>>reach and u really work hard to get there, you are
>>competitive. Your friends are really important to you
>>and you appreciate what you have, you sometimes over
>>react that's because you are sensitive.
>>
>>*PURPLE*
>>You are mysterious, never selfish and get interested
>>in things easily. Your day can be sad or happy
>>depending on your mood. You are popular between
>>friends but you can act stupid at times, and forget
>>things easily. You go for a person that's trustworthy.
>>
>>*LIME*
>>You are calm, but easily stressed out. You get
>>jealous easily, and complain over little things. You
>>can't get stuck into one thing, but you have a capable
>>personality for everyone to trust you and like you.
>>
>>*SILVER*
>>You are imaginative and fun, you love trying new
>>things. You like to challenge yourself and you learn
>>things easily, your easy to talk to and you give good
>>advice, When comes to friendship, you find it hard to
>>trust someone, but once you find the right friend, you
>>trust them forever
>>
>>*BLACK*
>>You are challenging, and have the "guts". But you
>>don't like changes in your life. And once you make a
>>decision, you keep it that way for a long time. Your
>>love life is also challenging, and different.
>>
>>*OLIVE*
>>You are warm and light hearted. You seem to flow well
>>with friends and family. You don't like violence and
>>know what's right. You are kind and cheerful, but
>>don't envy other people easily.
>>
>>*BROWN*
>>You are active and sportive. It's hard for other
>>people to become close with you, but you fall in love
>>easily. But! once you find out you can't get
>>something, you give up and let go easily as well.
>>
>>*BLUE*
>>You have low self-esteem, and very picky. You are
>>artistic and like to fall in love, but you let your
>>love pass by, by loving with your mind, not your heart.
>>
>>*NAVY*
>>You are attractive, and love your life. You have a
>>strong feeling towards everything. And very easily
>>distracted. Once you get angry at someone, its hard
>>for you to forgive them.
>>
>>*WHITE*
>>You dream and have goals in your life. You get
>>jealous easily and you don't react to things easily.
>>You are different and sometimes weird, but everyone
>>loves that in you.
>>
>>*AQUA*
>>Your feelings change suddenly and easily. You are
>>always lonely, and like traveling. You are truthful,
>>but listen and believe other people too easily. It's
>>hard to find love for you, and get lost in love
>>easily. Sometimes get hurt by love.

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A Touching Story

Marge went to her mail box
and there was only one
letter. She picked it up
and looked at it before
opening, but then she
looked at the envelope
again.

There was no stamp, no
postmark, only her name
and address. She read the
letter:

Dear Marge:

I'm going to be in your
neighborhood Saturday
afternoon and I'd like to
stop by for a visit.

Love Always,
Jesus

Her hands were shaking as
she placed the letter
on the table. "Why would
the Lord want to visit
me?

I'm nobody special. I
don't have anything to
offer."

With that thought, Marge
remembered her empty
kitchen cabinets. "Oh my
goodness, I really don't have
anything to offer. I'll
have to run down to the
store and buy something
for dinner." She reached
for her purse and counted out
its contents. Five
dollars and forty cents. "Well, I
can get some bread and
cold cuts, at least."

She threw on her coat and
hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a
half-pound of sliced
turkey, and a carton of
milk... leaving Marge with
grand total twelve cents to
last her until Monday.

Nonetheless, she felt
good as she headed home,
her meager offerings
tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us,
lady?"

Marge had been so absorbed
in her dinner plans,
she hadn't even noticed
two figures huddled in
the alleyway. A man and a
woman, both of them
dressed in little more than rags

"Look lady, I ain't got
a job, ya know, and my wife
and I have been living
out here on the street, and,
well, now it's getting
cold and we're getting kinda
hungry and, well, if you
could help us. Lady, we'd really
appreciate it."

Marge looked at them both.
They were dirty, they
smelled bad and frankly,
she was certain that
they could get some kind
of work if they really
wanted to.

"Sir, I'd like to help you,
but I'm a poor woman
myself. All I have is a
few cold cuts and some
bread, and I'm having an
important guest for
dinner tonight and I was
planning on serving that to
Him."

"Yeah, well, okay lady, I
understand. Thanks
anyway."

The man put his arm
around the woman's
shoulders, turned and
headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave,
Marge felt a familiar twinge
in her heart.

"Sir, wait!" The couple
stopped and turned as
she ran down the alley
after them. "Look, why
don't you take this food. I'll
figure out something else
to serve my guest."

She handed the man her grocery
bag.

"Thank you lady. Thank
you very much!"

"Yes, thank you!" It was
the man's wife, and
Marge could see now that
she was shivering. "You
know, I've got another coat at
home. Here, why don't
you take this one." Marge
unbuttoned her jacket and
slipped it over the woman's
shoulders. Then smiling, she
turned and walked back to
the street... without
her coat and with nothing
to serve her guest.

"Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!"

Marge was chilled by the
time she reached her
front door, and worried
too. The Lord was coming
to visit and she didn't have
anything to offer Him.

She fumbled through her purse
for the door key. But
as she did, she noticed another
envelope in her mailbox.

"That's odd. The mailman
doesn't usually come
twice in one day." She took the
envelope out of the box
and opened it.

Dear Marge:

It was so good to see you
again. Thank you for
the lovely meal. And
thank you, too, for the
beautiful coat.

Love Always
Jesus

The air was still cold,
but even without her
coat, Marge no longer
noticed.

If you love Jesus, send
this to ten people. Do
not keep this message. The
mantra must leave your
hands within 96 hours.
You will get a very pleasant
surprise.

This is true, even if you
are not superstitious.

Very good things will
happen to everyone that touches
this story.

The Princess's Problem











Once upon a time there lived a king.
The king had a beautiful daughter,
the princess.







But there was a problem.
Everything the princess touched would melt.
No matter what;
metal,
wood,
stone,
anything she touched would melt.
Because of this, men were afraid of her.
Nobody would dare marry her.
The king despaired.
What could he do to help his daughter?
He consulted his wizards and magicians.
One wizard told the king,
"If your daughter touches one thing
that does not melt in her hands,
she will be cured."







The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan.

















The next day,
he held a competition.
Any man that could bring his daughter an
object that would not melt would marry her
and inherit the king's wealth.
Three young princes took up the challenge.







The first prince brought a sword of the finest steel.










But alas,
once the princess touched it,
it melted.
The prince went away sadly.

















..........................................







The second prince brought diamonds.










He thought diamonds are the hardest substance
in the world and would not melt.
But alas,
once the princess touched them,
they melted.
He too was sent away disappointed.

















..........................................







The third prince approached.
He told the princess,
"Put your hand in my pocket and feel what
is in there."
The princess did as she was told,
though she turned red.










She felt something hard.
She held it in her hand.









And it did not melt!!!









The king was overjoyed.
Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed.
And the third prince married the princess
and they both lived happily ever after.


















Question:







What was in the prince's pants?









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M&M's of course.
They melt in your mouth, not in your hand.

What were y ou thinking?

Shame on you

Happy Birthday also to NESTOR ONGI!!!

A.J. Benza's Book Has Chapter All About Mariah & Tommy

A.J. Benza's book, Fame: Ain't It A Bitch, has a chapter called Dandelion, pages 215-225, all about
Tommy and Mariah. And here it is...


Some columnists hate it when their publisher knocks on their door with a
favor. It usually means the columnist has to scrap the column he has
spent time building and compose another column to fill the agenda of the
boss. And when your publishers are Fred Drasner and Mort Zuckerman, the
agenda could be anything from loosening gun control laws to the Artists
vs. Actors Hamptons softball classic. At any rate, I liked it when Fred
or Mort came rappin' at my door. Partly because I could never believe
that I had ascended to a place where millionaires and billionaires
relied on me to make their lives easier. But mainly because I liked
having powerful men indebted to me without having to do anything too
fucked up or compromising.

One day Fred walked in and tossed Vanity Fair on my desk. "You read this
yet?" "No," I said. "These fuckin' articles are so long, I'd rather wait
for the movie." "Read the piece on Tommy Mottola and call me." And with
that, Fred was gone. On to his next agenda. Fred and Mottola are hunting
buddies, drinking pals and Rao's regulars. And on one of those
occasions---maybe even the previous night---Mottola let Fred know that
Robert Sam Anson's VF profile on him was a hatchet job. Fred then took
it the next step by dropping it on my desk and asking me if I'd correct
it in my own way. In other words, the orders came down for me to do a
hatchet job on Anson.

And it was easy. Principally, Anson just rehashed the usual shit mostly
associated with the Sony bigwig---alleged mob ties, hot Guinea temper,
controlling husband, etc.---and went about it in a lazy, stereotypical
way. I can say that because all writers have done that now and then and
I'm just as guilty as any of them. I can also say "Guinea" because I'm
damn proud to be one. Anyhow, a week later I ripped Anson a new ass and
pledged my allegiance to Mottola---without having ever met the guy, mind
you. And Fred was happy. And that made me happy because all I ever
wanted was a pocketful of favors when I left the business. A day after
the column ran, Mottola was kissing my ass over the phone. "Hey man . .
. you did me a real solid," Mottola said. "Let me know if I can do
anything for you. *Anything*." I thanked Tommy and let that sit for a
few days. And in the time I pondered what I might enjoy as a payback, my
mind wandered to a rainy day in June several years earlier, when I was
looking to make a splash in the gossip business. Just dying to make my
bones as the new guy in town.

Flashback: The newspapers and tabloid TV shows are abuzz with the
impending nuptials of Tommy Mottola and Mariah Carey. The ceremony will
take place at the fancy Metropolitan Club in Manhattan. The guess list
includes Robert De Niro, Tony Bennett, Michael Bolton, Dick Clark,
Barbra Streisand and more. I am sitting at my sister's kitchen table
spooning Cap'n Crunch into my mouth when I decide to sneak into the
wedding. Just crash the fuckin' thing and bring in this giant scoop for
my newspaper. To go from "Who's the new guy?" to "Hey, you're the guy
who sneaked into Mariah Carey's wedding!"

The wedding is starting in six hours, so I have to work fast. I rent a
tux at RSVP in Bay Shore. With no time for tailoring, I use staples to
keep the hemline at the back of my heel. I kiss my sister good
bye---"Good luck, you're crazy" she shouts as I drive off in her old
Buick---and head into Manhattan. As soon as I put the car in the garage,
I stick some kind of official-looking pin in my lapel (it was my
ex-wife's high school honor roll pin), run the wire from my Sony Walkman
into my ear and calmly walk up to the Metropolitan Club, smack-dab in
the middle of the entire security team Mottola has assembled to keep out
assholes exactly like me.

I look one mook in the eye and say, "Hey there, is Jimmy working the
back detail or the front detail?" The guy shrugs his shoulders and says,
"I guess the back detail." And with that, I had penetrated the first and
only wall of defense and I remember thinking, "Is this the kind of
security big money buys you?" It was tougher to get into my niece's
spring recital for God's sake.

Once inside, I marched straight up to the bridal suite to get me a peek
at the new Mrs. Mottola and man, she looked gorgeous. "Mariah," I said,
knocking on the door and peeking in. "Hi, my name is Al Romano and I
just want to let you know I'll be right outside if you need me. Just
holler." "Oh, thank you Al." And then I heard all the girls in her
bridal party giggle. Meanwhile, I spent the better part of the night
just walking around wth my hands folded behind my back and looking very
"official." I directed De Niro to the men's room, helped Dick Clark off
with his jacket, showed Barbra Streisand to the registry book, and,
basically, eavesdropped to my heart's content.

Every fifteen minutes or so I was running off to an old-fashioned phone
booth and scribbling notes on cocktail napkins. And the following day,
my tidbits got heavy play in the paper. But I heard through the
grapevine that my crashing his wedding brought Mottola's temperature to
a boil. I didn't care much. To me, Tommy Mottola wasn't much more than a
name I heard in that "Cherchez la Femme" song.

But suddenly he was willing to let bygones be bygones and now he was on
the phone with me thanking me for watching his back and offering me the
world in return. The friggin' guy even sent me a Sony television set. I
decided to handle the payback in a professional manner. I had heard
Mottola and Mariah were having their difficulties and that the songbird
was looking to fly the coop. So I asked Mottola if I could speak with
Mariah from time to time with regard to her career. "I think she gets a
bad rap," I said. "And I just want my column to be the column she runs
to whenever she has to clear shit up. Can you do that for me?" "Done,"
Mottola said.

A few days later Tommy arranged it so I could meet Mariah---and a few
bodyguards he employed for her---at Spy. Basically, Mariah's little bit
of independance was a new label she was starting called Crave---a place
that would later become the home from which she carved her new sexy
image. Tommy wanted to see to it that I gave her new venture a little
play in the paper. "And while you're at it," he said, "let's see if you
can set a few people straight who say we're having trouble in our
marriage." "Done," I said.

Not that this is anything new, but by the time Mariah arrived at Spy, me
and my pal Johnny Boy were feeling pretty loaded sitting atop the club's
piano---the perch that was reserved nightly for us by Spy owner Jeff
Gossett. Rather than waltzing right up to her, I decided to spy on her
from twenty feet away just to get a feel for where her head was at. You
can tell a lot about someone when they don't know you're looking at
them. To be honest, I thoroughly believed every report I had read about
the couple's marriage headed for the toilet, and on that particular
occasion Mariah was huddled with New York Yankees shortstop Derek Jeter
on what turned out to be the first night the future lovers had ever hung
out. But on this night, and because my new pal was the almighty Tommy
Mottola, I didn't let that interfere with my mission. I threw back my
fifth gin and tonic and headed over to the velvet couch she and her
girly friends were sitting on.

"Okay," I said, "I got direct orders from your husband to talk to you.
You okay with that?"

"Oh great, another one who takes *orders* from my husband," Mariah shot
back.

"Listen, I'm my own man," I said. "I just want to talk to you a bit and
clear up some of the bad press you get."

"And how do I know you're just not going to give me more bad press?"

"Because I already arranged it with your husband what we're going to
talk about and all," I said. "It's gonna be fine."

"So, let me get this straight, you and *him* decided what you and *I*
are going to talk about?"

Jesus, this was a tough nut to crack. But I have to be honest---forget
the crazy lion's mane of hair she sometimes weaves in and forget the
slightly tacky dresses she's sometimes busting out of and forget the
fact that she likes to be swimming in spiked heels in almost all of her
videos---you can fall in love with this woman after a five-minute chat.
Not real love, mind you. But at least the kind of love where you
feel---crazy as it might sound---that you might actually have a shot at
this woman. I don't know, maybe it was the gin talking, but I was
falling for her and I didn't give a shit who her husband was. Or that
the Yankees captain was sweating her as I leaned over him to get some
quotes. Anyhow, it wasn't the first time I fell in love at Spy.

"I have to ask you about your marriage," I said.

"We are on the record or off?"

"We're off. Way off."

"We're fine, Mariah said. "People want to spread rumors and cause
trouble. But we're fine."

I knew she was lying like a rug, but I was going to write that their
marriage was fine just so I could placate my new best friend Tommy. And
with the weight my column carried around that time, a confirmation like
that was doing a tremendous service to the little bug guy. So there I
was and there was Mariah and there was way too much fun taking place
between us and I didn't want that night at Spy to be the last time I got
to speak with her and flirt with her---even if I was the one doing most
of the flirting. And I just said "fuck it" and dove right in.

"Listen, I want to call you sometime, but I don't want to have to go
through the Pentagon to do it. You ever come down from that Ivory Tower?
You're twenty-six years old for God's sake."

She laughed.

"Do you expect me to trust you after you sneaked into my wedding?" she
asked. "What if you were a murderer? Half of Hollywood could've been
dead."

"Would that be so a bad thing? Anyhow, listen," I said. "I don't know
how to say this but I don't want to go home and never talk to you again.
I want to be friends with you."

Then there was a huge moment of silence.

"Wait, that sounded gay as hell. What I mean to say is . . ."

"I know what you mean to say. But it's hard for me to trust a lot of
people. And how do I know you aren't gonna fuck me? Are you gonna fuck
me?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but *no*, I'm not gonna fuck you."

Then there was another awkward pause between us.

"I might *say* I did one day . . ." I said.

"Okay here," Mariah said. "Call me at this number if you want to to
talk. It's my machine and only I check it."

"Cool," I said. "Gimme a kiss. You're a cool girl."

"You're all right yourself," she said.

And then I walked out of Spy with Johnny Boy hanging on my arm and
Mariah Carey's phone number in my back pocket. I jumped into my Benz,
popped the top down and listened to Sly Stone sing "M'Lady." Who was
cooler than me?

A week or two goes by and I decide to give Mariah a jingle but when I
dial the number she scribbled on the napkin the answering machine pops
on with a routine from a Jerky Boys CD. I dial again and get the same
thing. Stupidly, I then dial Mottola to find out what's what. "Tommy,
I'm trying to get ahold of Mariah to ask her a question about an item
I'm writing and the number I'm dialing . . ." Mottola cut me off.
"What's the number she gave you?" I read it to him. "Listen to me, he
said. "That ain't the number. Throw it out. If you want to get to
Mariah, you call me and I'll get her for you. Understand?" "Sure, I
said. "No problem."

At that moment it dawned on me: Mariah had given me a number, a private
number, that her husband wasn't hip to. A few minutes later Mariah calls
me.

"You told Tommy I gave you that number?"

"Yeah, what the fuck did I know? I just thought it was a service or some
shit and then I heard the Jerky Boys stuff and I didn't know what was
going on."

"Listen," Mariah said. "That is my number. He just hates when I get
calls he doesn't clear first."

Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, that's a hell of a way to keep a
woman happy.

"A.J., if you ever want to call me again, just call that number and I'll
call you back."

And that's the way it went for a few months. I would routinely dial
Mariah's number---giggle at her outgoing Jerky Boys message---and she'd
usually phone back within a few hours. And our conversations were sweet.
I learned that she is one of the funniest chicks I have ever met and I
also learned that she was once convinced I was gay---and that the macho
image I'd project on TV was a big con. At any rate, I was happy I had a
new friend and happier than hell that it was a sexy international pop
star. That sort of thing kills me. It was like Beatty giving me his
number and asking me to call him as I left Evan's house that night. Or
sharing a joint with Jack.

It didn't take long to figure out that the great Mottola-Carey marriage
was all but over and that her husband was using his friends in the press
to deny the rumors. There was one particular day where Mariah and I were
about to hang up and she said, "Tommy is a good man. I know he wants the
best for me. But it's hard. There is a big age difference between us and
sometimes that works against us." I half-jokingly said, "Well, whatever
you do, if you ever get around to having an affair with someone, don't
do it with the guy who cleans the pool or the limo driver or another old
millionaire. Make it with someone cool. Writers are cool, you know . .
."

"Shut up, you idiot." She laughed, and hung up.

Now here's where it gets creepy.

Bad marriage or not, I know I was being awfully flirty with another
man's wife and I knew that meant I was in line for some kind of
repercussion. So when my phone rang with a calm but irate Mottola on the
other end, I was half-expecting the date with destiny. "Hey, man,
listen," he purred. "I want you to come to my office tonight after work.
We need to talk. I'll see you at seven." Truth is, I know I was being
half a scumbag with the guy's wife, so I dutifully hopped in a cab and
visited him in his grand office. Strange as it sounds, I was okay with
anything he was going to do to me---whether it was threaten me or warn
me or simply tell me to go fuck myself and never call his wife again.

I walked into his office and he was on the phone with his buddy and my
publisher, Fred Drasner, at the time. They were setting up a hunting
trip and the talk was guns and ammo. "Sit down, man," Tommy said. Before
him was a tray of shrimp, some hot and cold antipasto, nice Italian
bread and a bottle of Riserva Ducale breathing on his giant desk. "Help
yourself." My instant take on the situation was that my name had come up
one too many times in the Mottola mansion and the king of Bedford castle
wanted to put an end to it.

"Tommy, am I breaking up your marriage," I joked.

"Listen to me, man. Mariah is young and she sometimes feels like she is
missing out on things. It doesn't help me any when I got you telling her
she needs to go out more and she needs to have fun and let loose and all
that shit."

"I'm just trying to change the public's perception that you're
controlling the poor little rich girl . . ."

"You know what, fuck that," he said. "There's nothing out there. You
know better than I do. You go out every night and you see the same
assholes and night after night it's the same shit all over again.
Everyone is swimming around the fishbowl and everybody not inside the
fishbowl is dying to get in. But once you're in it a while, you realize
there's just a bunch of shit in the fishbowl."

"So what are you telling me."

"Im telling you, man to man---and this is not some tough guy
meeting---that me and Mariah *are* having a tough time and marriage is
not always easy, but I don't need you speaking in her other ear. You
understand what I'm saying?"

I absolutely did. It was the kind of shit I went through with my ex-wife
and the Special Ed teacher who was always sabotaging me in the fuckin'
teacher's conference room every morning. Instant fantasy by the instant
coffee.

"I mean, why would you want her on your side more than me anyhow,"
Mottola said. "Do you realize what I can do for you? I can make any call
you want me to and get you want you want."

"I know . . ."

"Don't you want to be an actor?"

"Yeah."

"Bobby De Niro's my best friend. I can call Jane Rosenthal at TriBeCa
and have her see you in a second. Do you understand that?"

"I know, I know. I'm not trying to sabotage anything between . . ."

Before I could finish, he had already rung up Rosenthal and was asking
her---no, *telling* her---that he'd like her to see me at her earliest
convenience. And a date was set on the spot.

"What else do you want? You want more money from Drasner? I'm going
hunting with him this weekend and I'll bust his balls about it."

"Jeez, Tommy . . ."

"You need me. You don't need her."

It was going to be hard letting go of the fun and whimsy and sex appeal
of chatting up Mariah from time to time, but this was her husband
talking and her husband was right. It's just a thing some guys suffer
from that has to do with needing the high of getting close to a piece of
ass, even though you already have one at home. And, in my opinion, my
piece at home was hotter. But that's guys for you and don't ever let
anybody fool you or tell you otherwise. I'm telling you right now, if
there had been another woman in addition to Eve in the Garden, Adam
would've tried to fuck her like crazy.

As I got up to go, I swigged back my wine and reached out to hug Mottola
good-bye. "Listen, Tommy, I'm sorry," I said. "It won't happen anymore."

Everything would've been fine except I spotted something in the way
Mottola embraced me that gave him away---in my mind anyway---as a
complete phony who could never be trusted. He shook my right hand firmly
and reached around me with his left hand and rubbed my back. Might sound
nice and civil to you, but my Sicilian father always taught me to never
trust a man who greets you in that fashion. "Those are the men who are
looking for a soft spot to stick the knife in your back," he always
said. Pappa was right.

Fast forward several months later. Tommy---who's now publicly seperated
from Mariah---sees me at Boom Bistro in Sag Harbor and asks me and my
nephew Joey to pull up a couple chairs. "What are you guys drinking?
Lemme buy you a drink." He was crazy with kissing our asses. The talk
was light and generally entertaining, aside from the times he would send
a friend over to surrounding tables and ask girls to join "us" for
drinks. I wouldn't have minded except all the girls he was trying to hit
on were girls who rode in on the Jitney. And, I'm sorry, but that's a
long way away from rolling off Mariah Carey in the morning. Anyhow, I
was feeling kind of ridiculous, so I pulled my nephew Joey from some
pretty young thing and split.

The next day, I told Kara what had happened with my meeting Mottola in
Sag Harbor and she innocently told me he had sat at her table at another
restaurant an hour before he ran into me. And that didn't sit right in
my book: You don't sit at my girlfriend's table and chat her up for an
hour---no doubt flirting to your heart's content---and then neglect to
tell me you saw her when you run into me an hour later.

"Was he flirty with you?"

"Come on," Kara said. "He was, you know, the way guys are."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"He was like all men," she said.

"Bottom line," I said. "Did he act like he was looking to fuck you."

Kara stuttered a little bit.

"Did he make me look like an asshole," I said.

"I don't think he's your friend, let's put it that way."

Kara always said more with the space between the sentences than she did
with the actual sentences, but this time it was good enough for me to
want to punch that fucker out. I never went at Mottola or called him or
anything like that, but I did run to my phone a few hours later and ring
up the private number of Mariah's I had promised Tommy I'd never dial
again. And this is basically what I said.

"Hey baby, it's A.J. Hey, I just want to say I just saw your new video.
And you look so fuckin' good. You look black for a change, your tits
looked great, you're in that little bikini and you're smooching it up
with that good-looking guy on the beach. Good for you, baby. I'm glad
you got rid of the old man. I'm glad you're happy sweetie. I'll talk to
you later. Take care."

I never got a call back from Mariah, but I did run into Tommy two nights
later at the premiere party for Cop Land. I was sitting at a table with
Sly Stallone and Frank Vincent at the Supper Club when Mottola walked
over and started to chat up my pal Frank.

"Tommy, how are you," Frank said. "You know my friend, A.J., right?"

And Mottola just looked at me and said, "No, I don't."

I just sat there and said, "No you *don't*?"

Mottola looked away and kept right on chatting with Frank.

"Tommy, you don't *know* me?" I said.

Again, Mottola kept right on talking but Frank knew shit was about to
brew between us.

"You got a problem with me, Tommy? Something you want to talk about?"

Finally, he looked at me all innocentlike and said, "No."

". . . Because we can go outside and talk about it any time you want?"

The table grew quiet. And Tommy said good-bye to Frank and walked away.

The only reason why he would've adopted that attitude with me is if he
had heard what I said to Mariah on her private phone machine. And the
only way he could've heard what I said on that machine was if he was
somehow listening in. I'm not accusing him of it, I'm just talking out
loud. Either way it's a creepy thought.

Belated Happy Birthday Sharlyn and Chico. More years to come!!!

Karlo, paki remind yung lahat ng mga nagpopost sa site ninyo na magpost din dito para malaman ko naman yung mga update sa inyo. Napadalan ko na sila ng invitation! Thanks!!!

Mariah - The Greatest Voice Of Our Time
Mariah Carey hits very high note on MTV2 list
By Edna Gundersen, USA TODAY

Mariah Carey is the greatest voice of the past two decades. So declares MTV2, which unveils its highly debatable list of the era's most unique and powerful voices at 2 p.m. ET/11 a.m. PT Saturday.

On the two-hour 22 Greatest Voices— first in a series of countdowns that also will anoint rappers, bands and performers — celebrities, critics and fans weigh in on the roster, determined by votes cast at MTV2.com. Freddie Mercury was second, trailed by Whitney Houston, Bono, Christina Aguilera, Alanis Morissette, Kurt Cobain, Bjork, Celine Dion, Tupac Shakur, Michael Jackson, Chris Cornell, Eminem, David Bowie, Alicia Keys, Steven Tyler, Jewel, Thom Yorke, Mary J. Blige, Michael Stipe, Sade and Bruce Springsteen. Quibbles and quarrels are expected and welcome.

The list's diversity results from broadly defined criteria that go beyond "range and style," says Tom Calderone, music and talent vice president at MTV2 and big sister MTV. "We considered how the voice complements the music and connects with listeners. It comes down to how compelling and influential that voice is to people's lives."

Why no Billie Holiday or Roy Orbison? The list surveys only the past 20 years, a timeline familiar to MTV2 viewers and a period conveniently rife with readily available video footage.

Sources:
Jen, Paul, USA Today (Life Section)

A Million thanks nga pala sa mga walang patid na tumulong sa akin during COMSEC Graduation. Sila sina JEFFREY RIVERA, LLOVEL ALDAY, JETT SALVADOR, REYNALDO ABALIN, RODERICK REYNANTE, WETZEL PANCHO, WILSON ENRIQUEZ, KRIS ROMMEL RAMOS, SALVADOR RIBAYA at selected ME III-1 students headed by PACIS REMUS. Thanks again for your undending help and cooperation!!

Di ko alam Karlo. Pero you can ask through telephone. The registrar number is 8390214. Check it out!

Thanks!

Announcement!!!

Please be informed that the classes will start on June 9, 2003.

Thank you.

Hoy Buddy! di yan ang first time magka picture sa blogger ko. Yun lang!

Don't mention it. Thanks also for your interest in my website.

Thanks Karlo. Invite mo naman silang magsulat dito.

TO ALL MY MATH INVESTMENT STUDENTS:

This is to inform you that the final lists of students who will take the Final Examination will be posted on May 13, 2003 on this site.

Thanks for your usual cooperation and understanding!

SIR ZARCO

Hindi ko sya kilala

"TEACH ME NOT TO COMPLAIN"
>
> A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife
> stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
>
> Dear Lord:
>
> I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays
> at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body
> to switch with mine for a day. Amen.
>
> God, in His infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. The next morning,
> sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast
> for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them
> breakfast, packed their lunches drove them to school, came home and
> picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the
> bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to
> put away the groceries, pay the bills and balance the check book,
> He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.
>
> Then it was already 1:00 p.m. and he hurried to make the beds, do the
> laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the
> school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the
> way home, Set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do
> their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while
> he did the ironing.
>
> At 4:30 P.M. he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for
> salad, breaded the pork chops and napped fresh beans for supper. After
> supper he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry,
> bathed the kids,and put them to bed.
>
> At 9:00 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't
> finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love which he
> managed to get through without complaint.
>
> The next morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said,
> "Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my
> wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade
>back."
>
> The Lord, in His infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you
> have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to
> the way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got
> pregnant last night."
> _______________________________________
> GREAT SPIRIT, help me not to judge another until
> I have walked a mile in his moccasins.
> -- Sioux Indian Prayer
> _______________________________________
>
> A MOMENT WITH THE LORD:
> Dear God, to You I humbly pray,
> Teach me not to complain or judge,
> Hold me back when I would speak
> The things I know I should not say
> Of my dear wife who does her best
> For me and our kids day by day. *
> _______________________________________
>
> Shared by Joe Gatuslao
> Bacolod City, Philippines

nice message!!! grabe nainspired ako...

--- In pupt_ECE_batch2003@yahoogroups.com, ariel mecina
wrote:
>
>
> hoy mga gaGOO KAYO. KAYONG LAHAT PUTANGINA NIYO FUCK
> YOU KAYO LAHAT, IWASAN NIYO NA AKO. YUNG ISPERATIONAL
> TXT MO MIKAELAng payatot DI KO MABUKSAN PUTANGINA YAN
> NAG EMAIL
> KA PA. HOY LOUIS GAGOO KA SA AKIN NG GALING YUNG PLS.
> FORWARD IT YOU SEE IN EMAIL MO PA RIN SA AKIN TANGINA
> KA. ey YUNG MGA PICTURE NIYO SA YAHOO PURO CORNED BEEF
> ATTACKERS DI NAMAN PANGLAHATAN YUN EH PUTANGINA YUNG
> GUMAWA NOON SANA DI NA SYA GUMAWA. HINDI KAYO MGA
> TUNAY NA KAIBIGAN LALO KA NA CARLO CEDOL ANG LIBOG MO
> BAD INFLUENCE KA AT PAULO GARCIA ANG ARTE AT YABANG MO
> PARA KANG BLANK.
>
>
>
> __________________________________________________
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> The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo
> http://search.yahoo.com

salamat sa FRIENDLY TIPS. GUSTO KO LANG IPAALAM SA'YO UNG MGA
PICTURES DUN AY PURO KAMI KASI KAMI LANG ANG NAGBIBIGAY PARA MAISCAN.
I ASKED FOR YOUR PIX LAST TIME BAGO UNG GRADUATION PERO WALANG
NAGBIGAY KAHIT ISA, SOOOO... KANINONG KASALANAN UN.. AT UNG
INSPIRATIONAL TXT, KAYA SIGURO HINDI MO MABUKSAN KASI MABABANG URI NG
COMPUTER ANG GAMIT MO. AND SORI KASI HINDI MO NAMAN FRIEND C KARLO AT
C GARCIA NO? AT HINDI IKAW SI ARIEL...

Posted by zarcsman for mikaela202

tnx sa tip mo pare pero cino k ba talaga?! if you really are concern
in this groupsite, bat di ka magpakilala dahil for sure hindi ikaw c
ariel na kilala namin. at bakit c ariel p ang ginamit mo, ano gusto
mo? iwasan namin c ariel, e friend namin iyun at mabait iyun. in the
first place, ano ba gusto mo mangyari? wats ur reason? kung
napagtripan mo lang iyun e hindi magandang biro iyan kasi feel namin
seryoso ka ng gawin iyun

Posted by zarcsman for Jeanne

asar bakit ayaw magappear ng mga messages ko, jeanne and karlo, baka
naman pinagtritripan nyo ko, joke lang.

anyway, di ako natuwa sa nabasa ko last time ung message ni ariel, im
sure its not him in the 1st place. saka bakit nya naman ako sinasama
sa kalokohan niya, someone told me who the heck is the culprit, i was
really shocked to discover that this person that i truly respect and
admire doesnt deserve to be treated kindly. one of the things that i
hate is stabbing me in the back and im sori to say that we have been
nurturing a snake all along. he's coward, okay lang sana kung sabihin
nya sken ng harap-harapan hindi ung kelangan nya pang ipangalandakan
na mayabang at maarte ako. baka insecure lang siya sa atin, thats
what i think............. di ko ito palalampasin.

Posted by zarcsman for magickweaver31

To all members of this site, I Gilbert M. dueñas BSECE
graduated was the one who send those silly message by
using the emailaddress of Mr. Ariel Mecina. My only
aim in doing it was to have some fun by saying those
words which i believe will make you felt angry to Mr.
Ariel but it seems you know him very much. I here by
to apoligized to those persons whose names got
involved more specifically to Mr. Carlo Cedol,Mr.
Paulo Garcia, Ms. Michaela Santos and Ms. jeanne
Santos. All of those written words and saying about
them were not factual and it was only my pesonal aim.


Maraming salamat sa mga taong naapektohan ng ginawa
kung katarantaduhan dahil pinatawad nila ako kasi alam
nila na kulang lang ako sa pansin, walang magawa sa
buhay. Salamat sa pagiintende nila sa kalagayan ko,
pasensya na gusto ko lang mapalapit sa kanila kaso
hindi gfanoon kadali kasi napakamahiyain. PATAWAD ULIT

Posted by Zarcsman for Mr. Gilbert Duenas

Hello sa lahat ng mga blogger users ng Messagepost!!!

Kumusta Karlo, Mylenne, at Jackie active na uli kayo sa blogger. GISINGIN nyo nga yung iba.

Nainvite ko na si Ernie, pero di pa ata siya nagbubukas ng email o di niya alam kung paano magmember. Turuan mo nga!!! Yun lang.

RIDDLE

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids
that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd
like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down
clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat
loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and
that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the
lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car
when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see
puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something
you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bed room with your younger
brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to
draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he
wants to crawl under the covers with you because
he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little
brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let
him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your
friends and that you live in a town where you can do
it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope
you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks
away so you won't be seen riding with someone as
uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you
how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also
learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have
your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk
back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap
tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn
your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a
frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you
don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a
joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with
your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.


May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the
&g t; holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a
baseball through your neighbor's window and that she
hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time
when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and
disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's
the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for
you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven
and wait for you.

Send this to all of your friends. We secure our
friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.


Paul Harvey RIDDLE:

When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got
the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University
seniors.

What is greater than God, More evil than the devil,
The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat
it, you'll die?

Send this to 10 people and then press shift and you
will get the answer.

P.S. You won't believe this, but this really does
give you the answer!!!!

Yahoo!!! Nagkabati na rin sina JETT and SHARLYN. Sana sila ULIT...!!!

Best Wishes from your NINONG

Pagiisipan ko. Nabigla ata ako!

Hello to Mylenne and Jackie! Bihira na kayong magpost dito.

Siyempre kasama ako dian.

Tuloy ang qualifying exam. Apat na Class P ang humahon sa aking kapangyarihan. Di man lamang sapat ang kanilang kapangyarihan para labanan ako.

Sa Saturday 4 pm na ang hintayan sa PUPT, para lahat makasama.

Watch this picture closely, if you concentrate hard enough, you might be able to see
a figure of a ghost. It will take a bit of time until your eye can see it.
Look towards the blue part in the door.

This is a picture of Lisa caught on camera....
Lisa committed suicide in her room and nobody knew why. Well one day, Lisa's friends put a camera in her room to see if they would be able to see her. When they watched the tape, they didn't see anything for awhile. Later on they watched more of the tape and they saw her come out of the doorway and they were totally freaked out. They never went in her room again.

Forward this to at least 10 people within the next hour!! Or else the ghost of Lisa will haunt you forever. Don't believe me? Karen opened this up and thought it was another stupid and fake forward. She never believed in forwards. So, she deleted it... the next morning Karen was found dead in her bed... Her parents didn't know what happened, she had blood all over her and looked like she was cut with a knife, but there was no evidence to who did it. Could it be because Lisa came in her room and killed her or was it just a coincidence?
~You decide~

posted by Sir "S"

Please read it!

Posted by Sir "S"

Mylenne, bakit ECE III-1 lang ang may OUTING. Bakit wala ang ME II-1?

Posted by Sir "S"

Hoy Donna, sure ako na sasama.

Posted by zarcsman

im not sure kung makakasama ako sa swimming! sana mag enjoy kayong lahat.

Friday, March 14, 2003

Dapat lahat ng ECE III-1 sumama. That's an ORDER!!! Tablahin pag di sumama!!!

Salamat sa mga taong patuloy na sumusuporta at naniniwala sa akin. Muli, salamat!!!

Sir Zarco

Nainvite ko na yung mga classmates mo. Tungkol nga pala sa QUALIFYING EXAM sa thursday ipapaliwanag yung full details. So you better watchout sa Conference room. Ok?

Happy Valentines Jett and Sharlyn!

Posted by Mr. CUPIDO

Study very hard in our next exam in Circuits II, that will be on tuesday.

Advanced Happy Valentines to all of you.

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Alam ko namang marami ang nagcru-crush sa akin. I'm really not surprised!

aba may nagblind item na pala dito..
aba kilala ko yang matangkad na yan...
syempre cute yun, hindi masyado pansisnin..
ece ba o me
CLUE: MAY ALGEBRA,
Nasa lobby, canteen, or cr ng mga boys makikita..

Hello eto na ngaun si Mr.X
ang tagapaghatid ninyo ng
mga blind items
am i very welcome here

Thank you Maam Pelayo for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Ok ba exams kanina? Gud luck na lang kung papasa.

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News: Highest Note Reached by an Artist on 2003 Guinnes Book

In the latest edition of The Guinness Book of World Records, set for a March 2003 release date, pop-diva MARIAH CAREY scores still another title. According to Guinness officials, the siren's ethereal pipes hold the record for having hit the highest note in the history of recorded music. In a live rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" last year, Mariah hit a G7#-note, outdoing even the piano. Technically, the exertion of G7#-notes is "dolphin speak," since, in theory, these are the only mammals physiologically equipped with the proper lung-structure to produce G7#-notes. So powerful are G7#-notes that these are capable of countering water and electric currents, and have even been known to outdistance space and range. In the world, Carey is the only other living creature to have ever generated a G7#-note. Clinically, Mariah's voice is termed a medical wonder. But the "altisisima" Carey is no stranger to the Guinness Book, as the songbird is titleholder to dozen other titles. Correlating to Carey’s latest record, in a back edition of the Guinness Book, Carey is credited with possessing a 7-octave range, meaning she is able to go from an A2 (eight full-scaled keys below the lowest possible note on a piano) to a G7#-note without deviating from perfect pitch and all in the time-span of one breath. Behind vocal wonder Carey, who still goes un-championed, are Yma Sumac, ringing in at 5 octaves, and the late Minnie Riperton, with 4.5 octaves.

Hello and Good day to Maam Pelayo. Sana mabasa mo to.

Sharlyn! Ano itong nabalitaan ko. May bago ka na palang crush. Paano na si Jett? Kawawang Jett!!!

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Hello Mylenne, magpost ka naman ng mga blind item. Ako naman ang manghuhula.

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Sharlyn pakisamahan mo naman si Jett bumili ng calculator ng tulad sayo. Di nya ata alam kung saan mabibili yan.

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To all my students:

Thank for patronizing my message post. I hope you enjoy your stay!!!

Engr. Michael L. Zarco

IMPROVE YOUR STUDY HABITS

Properly study habits are within the reach of every students. With patience, extra effort, and discipline, you will be better learners. Here are some tips on how to study effectively in less time and efforts:
1. When reading, don't read word for word. Read words that belong together. This way, you will be reading for ideas, not words.
2. Jot down the most unfamiliar words in the course, then look for the meaning in a dictionary.
3. When reviewing, begin by going over all the materials brieftly to find out that you already know and where you are still weak. Then concentrate on your weak points.
4. Be relax when reviewing.
5. Don't review for hours. You will get the ideas mixed up and your head will not be clear.
6. According to chronobiologist, 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. is the sharpest time of the day for long memory, an optimal time to study.
7. Don't cram or review during late night and early morning hours. Research shows this is the time of the circadian cycle when long term memory, comprehension and learning are at their lowest ebb.
8. Have a frequent reviews or backward glances at the end of a unit or chapter. This way, you can overcome fear and cramming in examination.
9. Before the examination day, have a good night's sleep.
10. In answering test questions, answer them in order of difficulty. The easy ones first and the more difficulties ones then.
11. It is best to study Math when your mind is freshest. Many bright students have found it a good habit to study them first before other lessons.
12. In answering mathematical problems, know first what is required, then know what is given. Think of the possible solutions by knowing the right method or formula to be used.
13. Have a drill or exercise on different mathematical problems everyday.
14. Develop a regular schedule for study and recreation.
15. Find a suitable place in your room for your study table. The source of light should be over your left shoulder if you are right handed or over you right shoulder if you are left handed.
16. Eat nourishing food. Sleep well exercise for your health and being.

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Of course Ms. Lontoc sayo galing yan. Di ba taga Milan ka nung mayaman ka pa?

I got that from one of my good friend in Milan, Italy. Would you believe that?

Las Ketchup Song (Asereje) Meaning

Believe it or not! Las Ketchup Song (Asereje) Meaning. Probably most of you haven't realized the true meaning of this particular song. Because as native English speakers, it's hard to understand a song in a different language, and even worse, in a bad mixture of English, Spanish and demonic hidden messages! That's right, it's widely known (especially in the Hispanic world [because they can understand it]) that this song praises Satan. And even worse, it predicts his coming to this world in an apparent Apocalypse. These girls defend themselves from those statements, claiming that 'they were trying to sing in English, but as they can't (because they don't know the language) they sing what they think is an English song'. [Yeah right!]. Or things like that, in fact there are several versions of why the song has an understandable part, which is in no language at all. The point is that these previously unknown and untalented girls with this demonic anthem have soared to the height of the popularity charts and topped the most heard charts AROUND THE WORLD! Let's begin with the analysis: (Full lyrics in Spanish). [Original version] Mira lo que se avecina a la vuelta de la esquina, viene Diego rumbeando. Con la Luna en las pupilas y su traje agua marina van restos de contrabando. Y donde más no cabe un alma ahi se mete a darse caña poseído por el ritmo ragadanga. Y el DJ que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12 para Diego la canción más deseada. Y la baila, y la goza y la canta. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. No es cosa de brujería que lo encuentre tonlos días por donde voy caminando... Diego tiene chulería y ese punto de alegría rastafari afrogitano. Y donde más no cabe un alma ahi se mete a darse caña poseído por el ritmo ragadanga.Y el DJ que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12 para Diego la canción más deseada.Y la baila, y la goza y la canta. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugu an de uididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. ana naná nananá nanana ná anananá nanana now ana naná nananá nanana ná anananá ee a ee a ee e o ana naná nananá nanana ná nananá nanana now ana naná nananá nanana ná anananá ee a ee a ee e o Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi. Continues until fading. In the Spanish speaking countries the debate is really a hard one. Some say: "let's avoid it because it's a demonic song", but others : "let's hear and love it because it's a demonic song". ?!?! So it's up to you, whether you want to be a Satan follower and prepare the grounds for his coming. Or fight them, (Satan and the New World Order). In English the song says: Look at what's coming at the turn of the corner (interpreted as a prophecy of the evil coming), Diego (Diego seldom taken as the devil) comes dancing rumba. With the Moon in the pupils, (of course it's at night if the Moon is up) and his ocean blue suit (according to the occultists, blue is Satan's favorite color) ' go smuggled remains' ? (this is the best English translation of this part, because even in Spanish it doesn't make any sense).[smuggle, related to illegality] and where not even a soul fits in (this is understood as The Hell) he squeezes in to give himself pleasure, possessed by the Ragadanga rhythm.(ragadanga has no meaning in Spanish, could be an occultist thing). And the DJ who knows him plays the midnight hymn, (hour in which satanic rituals and sacrifices take place), for Diego the most desired song. And he dances, and he ENJOYS it (in Spanish the word 'gozar' is more related to pleasure, than just enjoy), and he sings it. (Then comes the unintelligible part, which makes no sense, not even trying to analyze it from the Spanish or English phonetics as full words). Aserejé, ja, de je, de jebe tu de jebere sebiunouva, majabi an de bugui an de buididipi.