The Toronto Board of Health has proposed that warning signs be placed on all alcohol bottles to tip off drinkers about the possible peril of drinking a pint or two of any alcoholic beverage.
1. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to wake up with a breath that could knock a buzzard off a wreaking dead animal that is one hundred yards away.
2. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an idiot.
3. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to assault you
4. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to thay shings like thish.
5. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you really think of him.
6. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burn on the forehead.
7. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer and smarter than some really, really big guy named Psycho Bob.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Trip to spanish lookout
We are having a trip to Spanish Lookout on Thursday March 25th 2010. The Itinerary is as follows:
8:00 am Bus leaves SJC Campus - arrives at Spanish Lookout by tenish (hee-Hee)
10:00 – 11:00 drive around Spanish lookout and get the view of the place. Sightseeing.
11:00 -11:30 Quality Poultry – Gather information
11.:30 -1:30 Pizza house LUNCH oh Yea!!
1:30 – Western Dairies Tour of the facilities and view Processes
2:30 – Leave to head back to Belize
4:00 approximate arrival to Belize SJC Campus.
You are all invited to take part in this fun filled educational activity. As soon as I have an estimate of the cost I will let you know. After the visit you will be expected to write a short report, specific details will be posted later. This report, once submitted will qualify for a missing grade replacement or replacement of lowest grade. Please do not miss a good chance to boost those grades.
Note that Father Riverol is aware of this trip and it has been approved.
8:00 am Bus leaves SJC Campus - arrives at Spanish Lookout by tenish (hee-Hee)
10:00 – 11:00 drive around Spanish lookout and get the view of the place. Sightseeing.
11:00 -11:30 Quality Poultry – Gather information
11.:30 -1:30 Pizza house LUNCH oh Yea!!
1:30 – Western Dairies Tour of the facilities and view Processes
2:30 – Leave to head back to Belize
4:00 approximate arrival to Belize SJC Campus.
You are all invited to take part in this fun filled educational activity. As soon as I have an estimate of the cost I will let you know. After the visit you will be expected to write a short report, specific details will be posted later. This report, once submitted will qualify for a missing grade replacement or replacement of lowest grade. Please do not miss a good chance to boost those grades.
Note that Father Riverol is aware of this trip and it has been approved.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Wise Quotes and Sayings
Knowledge talks, wisdom listens.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me !
Only the wisest and the stupidest of men never change.
Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it.
Criticizing is easy, art is difficult.
Violence won’t solve a thing. It makes it more challenging to solve, though.
I don’t know what the key to success is, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone.
Not to care for philosophy is to be a true philospher.
The mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work unless it’s open.
The best mind-altering drug is truth.
Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry.
A winner listens, a loser just waits untill it is their turn to talk.
Guns don’t kill people — people do.
He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.
If you are not part of the cure, then you are part of the problem.
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them.
The best things in life are not things.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me !
Only the wisest and the stupidest of men never change.
Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it.
Criticizing is easy, art is difficult.
Violence won’t solve a thing. It makes it more challenging to solve, though.
I don’t know what the key to success is, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone.
Not to care for philosophy is to be a true philospher.
The mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work unless it’s open.
The best mind-altering drug is truth.
Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry.
A winner listens, a loser just waits untill it is their turn to talk.
Guns don’t kill people — people do.
He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.
If you are not part of the cure, then you are part of the problem.
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them.
The best things in life are not things.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Always some reason in madness
today i sit and ponder
i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible,
a time when i thought life was over
only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn;
bound by the unknown,
i would break the shackles if i can
just to go back to where it all began
and rewrite the script with my own plan;
trapped in a mire of reality
words are all i have
and words are all that i have
to express my innermost desires;
there are days when i stand and watch
hoping to see myself as someone else
and i long for this mirrored perspective
to become a reality, one day;
reality is nothing but a formality,
creeping into myself and strangling my senses
Not withstanding my screams
all I am left is tears in streams;
sometimes there is a window of hope
that all is not lost after all
when words are emptied and passion remains rare
And you look back more than forward
Comes this angel!
like the children behind the piper,
to an unseen high of a meditative state
i start looking foward
from nothng to say to
no language to express
there is always some madness in love
but there is also always some reason in madness;
Read more: http://www.poetryoflife.com/#ixzz0gadsRC41
i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible,
a time when i thought life was over
only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn;
bound by the unknown,
i would break the shackles if i can
just to go back to where it all began
and rewrite the script with my own plan;
trapped in a mire of reality
words are all i have
and words are all that i have
to express my innermost desires;
there are days when i stand and watch
hoping to see myself as someone else
and i long for this mirrored perspective
to become a reality, one day;
reality is nothing but a formality,
creeping into myself and strangling my senses
Not withstanding my screams
all I am left is tears in streams;
sometimes there is a window of hope
that all is not lost after all
when words are emptied and passion remains rare
And you look back more than forward
Comes this angel!
like the children behind the piper,
to an unseen high of a meditative state
i start looking foward
from nothng to say to
no language to express
there is always some madness in love
but there is also always some reason in madness;
Read more: http://www.poetryoflife.com/#ixzz0gadsRC41
The Teenager who proweled old books
That Teenager Who Prowled Old Books
That teenager who prowled old books to find
Any argument with a whiff of the Holy Ghost—
I meet him again in his marginalia,
Which ignored the human sweat and stink and marked
Those passages that confirmed what he was hunting.
There was the milk white hart of evidence.
There was the hound of heaven, italicized bold,
Like an angry footnote chasing it off the page.
And there were the hunters, in pursuit themselves—
Plato, Lucretius, Virgil, Marcus Aurelius—
Who did not know he knew what they were after.
And so he missed a lot, all of it human,
Even while scribbling black and blue Eurekas!,
Bleeding through pages backwards—irrelevant notes.
It was all about something else, which he didn’t see,
As philosophers mounted their lovers from behind
And felt their limbs go dead from the toes upward,
And poets kissed a mouth that fastened tight
And locked tongues and tried to catch their breath.
That teenager who prowled old books to find
Any argument with a whiff of the Holy Ghost—
I meet him again in his marginalia,
Which ignored the human sweat and stink and marked
Those passages that confirmed what he was hunting.
There was the milk white hart of evidence.
There was the hound of heaven, italicized bold,
Like an angry footnote chasing it off the page.
And there were the hunters, in pursuit themselves—
Plato, Lucretius, Virgil, Marcus Aurelius—
Who did not know he knew what they were after.
And so he missed a lot, all of it human,
Even while scribbling black and blue Eurekas!,
Bleeding through pages backwards—irrelevant notes.
It was all about something else, which he didn’t see,
As philosophers mounted their lovers from behind
And felt their limbs go dead from the toes upward,
And poets kissed a mouth that fastened tight
And locked tongues and tried to catch their breath.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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