Sabi nila, kailangan ay present ka sa first day ng pasukan niyo kapag college ka na, lalo na kung freshman ka pa lang kasi ito yung time na makikilala at mahahanap mo ang mga tao na makakasama mo the whole semester, kaya pag absent ka ng first day, tapos pag pasok mo the succeeding day, wala na,…
Yung feeling na yung crush mo, crush ka din.
Pero dahil mapaglaro ang tadhada, JOKE LANG YON! =))
(Source: utak-sabaw)
Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
I don’t think so. Siguro kapag may kasama ko. :)
The world could offer you a lot of things and almost everything. But you could not expect life to be wonderful nor amazing because everything is nothing if God is missing. Finding God is finding our true self.
– GM ng estudyante ko. :)
Si Jones ay isang manlalakbay at naghahanap ng maraming kayamanan. Ang mapa na kakailanganin niya ay nasa loob ng isang kwarto. Ang kwartong ito ay may malaking pintuan na bato na kailangang tulakin ng matindi papaloob para makapasok. May tatlong ilaw sa loob at katabi ng bawat ilaw ay kailangan mong ilagay ang tamang numero upang magbukas ang kinanalagyan ng mapa. Sa labas naman ng pintuan ay may tatlong pindutan na may tatlong numero. Ang bawat pindutan ay kunektado sa ilaw sa loob na kapag pinindot ito ni Jones ay magbubukas ang ilaw sa loob. Kapag nakuha na ni Jones ang mapa may daanan na magbubukas pailalim upang siya’y makalabas. At kapag siya ay nakalabas na ay sasabog naman ang buong kwarto. Paano makukuha ni Jones ang mapa?
This story is a Fiction, although it teaches us a Lesson
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge. She frowned. “We want to see the President,” the man said softly.
“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.
“We’ll wait,” the lady replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn’t and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the President, even though it was a chore she always regretted.
“Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she told him. He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The President, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, “We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. And my
husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”
The President wasn’t touched, he was shocked. “Madam,” he said gruffly. “We can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”
“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly. “We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard.”
For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?” Her husband nodded.
The President’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.
You can’t judge a book by the cover…
Don’t look at people with your eyes…
Look at them with your heart…
The truth here: http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/s/stanford.htm
