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A Man’s Ideal Edward A. Guest
To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man, To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still; To do my best and let that stand, The record of my brain and hand, And then should failure come to me, Still work and hope for victory. To have no secret place wherein I stoop unseen to shame and sin; To be the same when I’m alone, As when every deed is known, To live undaunted, unafraid Of any step that I have made; To be without pretense or sham, Exactly what men think I am. To leave some simple mark behindTo keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show,
To be an honest, generous foe,
To play my little part, nor whine
That greater honors are not mine.
This, I believe, is all I need
For my philosophy and creed.
I have seen this poem in my Journal (A written one), January 13, 2007 entry. As far as I can remember, I have read this somewhere in a broadsheet wherein the author of a specific entry said that this SHOULD be the poem of politicians. But of course, this is for everyone. Yeah right, for the woman too. If only politicians would have this ideal. LOL.
University of the Philippines – College of Law Admission Requirements
No students shall be admitted to the program leading to the degree of Bachelor of Law unless he has satisfactorily completed in an authorized university or college a bachelor’s degree in arts or science with any of the following subjects as major or field of concentration:
- Political Science
- Philosophy
- English
- History
- Economics
A bachelor’s degree holder in a field other than those mentioned above must have earned the following minimum number of units:
- English – 12 units
- History and/or Economics – 9 units
- Plus Philosophy, Political Science, Psychology, or Sociology – 9 units
- and a course on Rizal – 3 units
A law degree can be a passport to becoming a public defender, an opinion writer, a politician or a judge. But whatever kind of work one decides to pursue, the challenge is in keeping one’s ideals, integrity, honor and reputation intact.
WHAT IS THE LAW?
Laws are generally passed by the legislature. However, proclamations and executive orders issued by the President; rules and regulations implementing certain laws promulgated by the government agencies concerned, and Jurisprudence, otherwise known as decisions of the Philippine Supreme Court, are likewise considered as part of the laws of the land. Sometimes, we also have to look at the Supreme Court decisions of the United States of America to address certain issues which may arise before the Courts, when no law or Philippine jurisprudence is squarely in point, and these U.S. decisions may then be quoted as part of our jurisprudence. Notably, in libel cases. Of course the basic law of all is the Constitution.
Just the perfect poem for the heart broken man. Yay! We have discussed this in our Humanities I class and a found this one very good. We have listened to an audio version of this (an audio-poem?) and the class was, apparently, inside an emotional sphere. LOL.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Day 00: Destination Baguio
Of course, Arvin was late again. I told him that we would be meeting in 7-11 in Park & Ride, Lawton. Everybody was waiting for us! Ate Ciacia and Alvina were calling us in our mobile phones. Malapit na po, on the way to España na po. When we arrived there, we rushed to the ticket booth to buy our tickets. Luckily, we are a minute away from the departure time.
Sleep. Eat. Talk. Text. These are the things I do when we are in the Bus.
We arrived in Baguio City at around 7:30 pm, that’s 6 hours or so of butt-aching transportation. We stayed at a so-so “inn”: Inn Rocio. I and Arvin were originally staying at the “Boys’ Room” but later transferred to the “Girls’ Room” due to better everything.
We, the whole UP Manila Contingent, went to SM Baguio to have our Dinner: Pizza! Yellow Cab! We also brought some groceries from SM Supermarket to help us survive the week. Wugh, would I be on a debate mode tomorrow? I wish.
Much Madness is Divinest Sense
Emily Dickinson
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
‘Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur–you’re straightway dangerous
And handled with a chain
I would be leaving for Baguio City tomorrow for the 9th National Debating Championships. Ugh, I don’t know what to expect but I need to be in a debate mode on the 22nd–the first round of the tournament. We need to have much madness to achieve the divinest sense. Oh well, five days of clash of persuasive powers. I do good in persuading other people but I am weak in persuading myself. Issues, eat me.
I don’t know why I haven’t posted this paper. Anyway, I really liked this one. It actually merited a perfect score! Yay! In the end, I really haven’t built a concrete definition, rather, a definition through giving a condition (What?!). Just read it!
Art is Madness
Defining art is similar in defining other complex ideas like freedom, justice, beauty, etc. The problem for defining such concepts is that the concept itself branches out to other different disciplines and defining each and every one of them entails a need for perspective. Through out the ages, mean searched for how a thing is unique from other things. Similarly, they thought of how intangible concepts would be defined, be understood by all and be accepted by all regardless of any present force like gender, culture and environment. Numerous dictionaries define art as “all creative human endeavors, excluding actions directly related to survival and reproduction”; “any product of the creative impulse, out of which sprang all other human pursuits”; “requires a creative and unique perception of both the artist and audience”; “skill required by experience, study, or observation”. The task of having a single definition of art seems to be impossible. Art is mutually exclusive with the one who is attempting to define it. You may ask, what is art after all? The endless conversations would eventually lean to an answer: “it depends”. With myself, however, I could still define art. This kind of definition came to me during my Communication II class last year. And from thereon, I accepted it with my heart and with my mind. And I think that this would stipulate to me forever. Something becomes art when it has subtleties, when it has hidden messages or concepts lurking behind it, when we have to figure what it is, when we do not understand it on the surface level, when it makes us think, when it gives us headaches, when it seems to have no solution and when it transforms the human mind into a machine fusing all his knowledge and experience in life. With all of these, I believe that the best artwork in the world is something argued by the scholars in deciphering its meaning, and, even better, something unresolved.
This work by Alfred Miguel M. Aguado is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
Scholarly Shit
Mary Johnston Hospital on the Aspect of Change:
A Survey-Analysis of its Organizational Development Process
I was really not satisfied with our OrCom 101 paper although I feel that it would still merit a good rating. Haha. I, Rish and Ace are just slacking off during the paper-making itself–sound trip and laughing about non-sense things. I am quite happy because we were able to come up with a good analysis and conclusion. Oh well, we’ll just wait and see.
I Thought, But
When we passed this last requirement for the semester, I thought we should be happy, but our emotions are just so-so. Maybe because it is brought by the stressors that we have collected during the two hell weeks (the second one being worse). And add to the fact that I am having a hard time dealing with my emotions. Yes, it is hello issues again.
How would you deal with something that you hate but would never change?
Tolerate.
THE Tournament
I will be having my first national debate tournament–National Debate Championships in Philippine Military Academy, Baguio City (October 22-27). And the money I have spent or would be spending is really really big in amount (Yelp!)
Figures in Philippine Peso
Registration Fee: 2400.00
Hotel Accomodation: 1750.00
Transportation: 760.00 (Round Trip)
Pocket Money: 1000.00 (Poor me)
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Total: 5910.00 (Almost 6 grand? WTF!)
I need to persuade myself that this would be a detox week for me. But, err, why can’t I? Kuya Aloi said to us that UP-Manila teams should be capped because it is simply prestigious. Haha, how ironic! :) Arvin and I would be matter-loading this weekend with some issues about everything.
Midtown Madness
There is a new world in Robinson’s Place Ermita! It is called Midtown. It is connected with the Pedro Gil Wing and Adriatico Wing(?) of the mall. Super large! Super elite-looking! And, whoa, Water Fountains and Classical Music! Makati much? Speaking of Makati, Glorietta Mall was bombed. Let’s pray for th eternal repose of the souls who have died and for the speedy recovery of those who have been hurt.
I don’t know, but I ended this semester without doing anything special to her.
Is carrying her bulky puncher as we stroll Midtown considered special?
Reality Bites
See 001-012 in October 15, 2007 entry ;)
013: Resources are finite. (Money! :( Materialistic much?)
014: A day has only 24 hours.
015: There are social classes.
016: Predator-Prey relationship is so popular with both animals and humans.
017: Friends come and go.
018: Some things are permanent.
019: But, wtf, change is constant.
020: Escapism is temporary :(
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