Author Topic: What kinds of awards did you receive in college (Read 7182 times)

hubag bohol · « **Reply #40 on:** October 19, 2010, 05:40:28 PM »

hang amon pringcipal gid asohang kag tikser sibbin

Kag ang PE tikser sang mga toto ayhan tigbalang gid kag sang mga nene manganganggal haw.

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Lorenzo · « **Reply #41 on:** October 19, 2010, 09:50:54 PM »

ewokian guinevere here speaketh. do kindly extend my warmest wishes to the jedi master whose lightsaber i had invoked and had thus swallowed, compleat, hark, with the bleeding drops of red. where goest my lord of charing? i see him not. he is but the shadow of his old draconian self, the dragon that became a crocodile, the crocodile that became a lizard, and for the lizard to take on wings and turn into a misty dragonfly.

do i miss my master yoda. though i hold his ears at the moment, where, oh where, is the rest of him? sing me a song! start the piano tunes as skin touches ebony and ivory when they hammer the chords. alas, i shall not rest till the dawn is day.

the sorrowful heart of,

h.r.h guinevere d'islander
queen of the tb netherworld

dear ewokian guinevere le damsel ,

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? for thou hast shown the livid temprance when thou has engaged old king arthur , yet amused thyself with the likes of lancelot , unbenownst to old king arthur, that man who wears the crown of thy ewokian kingdom. Ah, dost thy not know there shall be beguile and recluse upon thy house when thy lover ewokilancelot finds the sword of arthur within his belly? Cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war!

Pray i have no understanding in thy friend, the lord of charing, perhaps he whom you talkest about takes court in your house?

So it was thee who killed old master yoda that day, no wonderst why he had in him only one ear and the other half bitten with green lipstick about. ah, go to bed then, madam. To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub...

Kind sir lorenz,

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islander · « **Reply #42 on:** October 19, 2010, 10:31:58 PM »

Hmm, methinks thou art mistook, some grave error in naming the airborne creature is committed forsooth...

well, my good lord. it yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. you may, indeed, say so; for 'twas that hand that gave away my heart and took away the dragonfly wings.

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islander · « **Reply #43 on:** October 19, 2010, 10:53:36 PM »

dear ewokian guinevere le damsel ,

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? for thou hast shown the livid temprance when thou has engaged old king arthur , yet amused thyself with the likes of lancelot , unbenownst to old king arthur, that man who wears the crown of thy ewokian kingdom. Ah, dost thy not know there shall be beguile and recluse upon thy house when thy lover ewokilancelot finds the sword of arthur within his belly? Cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war!

Pray i have no understanding in thy friend, the lord of charing, perhaps he whom you talkest about takes court in your house?

So it was thee who killed old master yoda that day, no wonderst why he had in him only one ear and the other half bitten with green lipstick about. ah, go to bed then, madam. To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub...

Kind sir lorenz,

to bait fish withal, kind sir lorenz? that sword in the belly of ewokilancelot is yoda's lightsaber. if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. he hath laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my ewokian planetarium, thwarted my friendship, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am an ewok. hath not an ewok eyes? hath not an ewok hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge when the lord of charing is held captive in your dungeons?

h.r.h. guinevere
the kingdom of ewok
in the land of odin there stands a mountain

(

goodnight. gotta go to bed. got tired cleaning the cat shelter today, my volunteer day sked.)

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Lorenzo · « **Reply #44 on:** October 20, 2010, 01:15:30 PM »

to bait fish withal, kind sir lorenz? that sword in the belly of ewokilancelot is yoda's lightsaber. if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. he hath laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my ewokian planetarium, thwarted my friendship, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am an ewok. hath not an ewok eyes? hath not an ewok hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge when the lord of charing is held captive in your dungeons?

h.r.h. guinevere
the kingdom of ewok
in the land of odin there stands a mountain

(

goodnight. gotta go to bed. got tired cleaning the cat shelter today, my volunteer day sked.)

my lady,

Before i raiseth my cup to thy most noble act , let me deign to aspire that such nobility thou hast expressed by thy detestation of ewokilancelot -- is quite commendable. For such a harm that a man obliges unto a woman should , nay, i mean to say must, be limited to a quandary. I pray safe journey and safe fate be to thy most beloved precious lord of charing, whomever this person is, but surely is close to thy heart for his captivity has enticed such savory and passionate petitions. I shall leave you with a kind offratory this evening good lady. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

with a bow,
sir lorenz

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Scarb · « **Reply #45 on:** October 20, 2010, 06:08:14 PM »

Oh my..oh my..oh je ..mah golly,
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice
Come on, and show them
Singkamas @ talong, sigarilyas @ mani..very yummy to our tummy

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Lorenzo · « **Reply #46 on:** October 21, 2010, 12:16:38 AM »

Oh my..oh my..oh je ..mah golly,
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice
Come on, and show them
Singkamas @ talong, sigarilyas @ mani..very yummy to our tummy

The times be jolly, the days be filled with melancholy,
For from street to street, from tree lined path to tree lined path,
There it must be reveled that le dame bleue has partaken of such mindful melody
Over there yonder where windows open , there comes in breeze of ocean with parting sweet
For eyes are filled with water upon the bosom of brow, that falls to perched smiles in heaven's way
Let man and woman be filled with gaiety , dance and make merry to the tune of music.
For once there was dark brevity in this land of ewok, but now freed with the passing of ol' lancelot.
Freed, is he, the lord of charing for whom lady Guenevere's bells tolls, is now free.
For the dungeon that was a cage was opened, so there he walks free, this lord she mentions with her hat,
Is not a man, not ewok, not sith of old, but nothing more than a silly funny cat.

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islander · « **Reply #47 on:** October 21, 2010, 04:53:50 PM »

fie, fie! sir lorenzelot, 'tis a crime to call my cat funny, not macavity, not mungojerrie, griddlebone, munkustrap, quaxo, coricopat, bombalurina, or jellylorum. just now i hath shed tears for the use and misuse of the term funny.

midnight, not a sound from the pavement, thus sings grizabella, lonely as the night. thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprise of great pitch and moment. with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action. soft you now, lorenzelot! be all my credit card debts remembered.

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hubag bohol · « **Reply #48 on:** October 21, 2010, 05:07:07 PM »

fie, fie! sir lorenzelot

Ano gid ba ining lorenzelot Madam Islex, magamit gid ini sang berso-berso man, para garay gid sang hansalot kootsalobot bla.

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bol-anon nga cebuano · « **Reply #49 on:** October 22, 2010, 02:23:03 AM »

sad to say, wala koy nadawat bisan usa.

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hubag bohol · « **Reply #50 on:** October 22, 2010, 11:53:42 PM »

well, my good lord. it yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. you may, indeed, say so; for 'twas that hand that gave away my heart and took away the dragonfly wings.

"Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing...."

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Mulligan · « **Reply #51 on:** October 23, 2010, 12:03:17 AM »

it there is a misfit in profession, i think there is also such thing as misfit in choosing a course and school in college.

Wa manimaho. wa jamo !!!

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Koddi Prudente · « **Reply #52 on:** October 23, 2010, 11:24:17 PM »

Ganahan unta ko ma awardan nga most neat, most helpful ug best haircut ... pero wa juy naka notice ha ha ha ha ha !!!

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Lorenzo · « **Reply #53 on:** October 24, 2010, 01:14:20 PM »

fie, fie! sir lorenzelot, 'tis a crime to call my cat funny, not macavity, not mungojerrie, griddlebone, munkustrap, quaxo, coricopat, bombalurina, or jellylorum. just now i hath shed tears for the use and misuse of the term funny.

midnight, not a sound from the pavement, thus sings grizabella, lonely as the night. thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprise of great pitch and moment. with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action. soft you now, lorenzelot! be all my credit card debts remembered.

indeed, lady of the isles, sweet woman whose tears for thy most precious endowed cattified cats be catted away. away to a land of luxury, fine wine, fine russian caviar, fine sweet Riesling (who is to say that cats cannot drink white wine?). Your credit card debts are remembered and more, adding the house mortgage, and insurance premium to boot! calma te, le damsel de isles, i shall prepare some Scythian tea for thee and thy feline friend.

in the words of George C. Scott in Patton,

Lt. Col. Charles R. Codman: You know General, sometimes the men don't know when you're acting.
Patton: It's not important for them to know. It's only important for me to know.

monsieur Lorenz.

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Scarb · « **Reply #54 on:** November 01, 2010, 08:25:47 PM »

Oh my..oh my..oh je ..mah golly,
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice
Come on, and show them
Singkamas @ talong, sigarilyas @ mani..very yummy to our tummy

The times be jolly, the days be filled with melancholy,
For from street to street, from tree lined path to tree lined path,
There it must be reveled that le dame bleue has partaken of such mindful melody
Over there yonder where windows open , there comes in breeze of ocean with parting sweet
For eyes are filled with water upon the bosom of brow, that falls to perched smiles in heaven's way
Let man and woman be filled with gaiety , dance and make merry to the tune of music.
For once there was dark brevity in this land of ewok, but now freed with the passing of ol' lancelot.
Freed, is he, the lord of charing for whom lady Guenevere's bells tolls, is now free.
For the dungeon that was a cage was opened, so there he walks free, this lord she mentions with her hat,
Is not a man, not ewok, not sith of old, but nothing more than a silly funny cat.

(Â¯`?Â´Â¯)(Â¯`?Â´Â¯)
â€¦..`â€¢.Â¸(Â¯Â´?Â´Â¯)Â¸.â€¢Â´
...........`â€¢. Â¸.â€¢Â´.
tyahaha
sundoging si ikawwey
but oh how i loveth thee
let thy sunneth come on meh
coz i was poorly boRn on thâ‚¬ top
of the mountain
cherish by the lovey of thy thunder
thrillingÂ² waves of life is always mine
oh my dovey ohy mah lovey
hereÂ§ my crieÂ§ to thee
whereÂ§ d light?

â€¦..`â€¢.Â¸(Â¯Â´?Â´Â¯)Â¸.â€¢Â´
...........`â€¢. Â¸.â€¢Â´.

........ (Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
....... (Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
......... (_.^._)
.............. I/ Â¸. ÂªÂ¨..(Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
........... â€œÂªI/ Â¸.Âªâ€œËœÂ¨(Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
...... Â¯Â¨Ëœâ€œÂªI/ Â´ÂªÂ¸......(_.^._)

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Scarb · « **Reply #55 on:** November 01, 2010, 08:31:27 PM »

"Yet when we came back,
late,
from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet,
I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead,
and I knew nothing...."

daan pa jud ko manoi~Huboi
nga imong ipanglizta ang ebedensya
sa imong abâ‚¬lidabiÂ§ dani,
bantog rah why oh why, u know nah?
padayon ang pag-uzwag sa DigoÂ§ lagi ..heeÂ³

........ (Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
....... (Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
......... (_.^._)
.............. I/ Â¸. ÂªÂ¨..(Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
........... â€œÂªI/ Â¸.Âªâ€œËœÂ¨(Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
...... Â¯Â¨Ëœâ€œÂªI/ Â´ÂªÂ¸......(_.^._)

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hubag bohol · « **Reply #56 on:** November 01, 2010, 08:36:12 PM »

daan pa jud ko manoi~Huboi
nga imong ipanglizta ang ebedensya
sa imong abâ‚¬lidabiÂ§ dani,
bantog rah why oh why, u know nah?
padayon ang pag-uzwag sa DigoÂ§ lagi ..heeÂ³

........ (Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
....... (Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
......... (_.^._)
.............. I/ Â¸. ÂªÂ¨..(Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
........... â€œÂªI/ Â¸.Âªâ€œËœÂ¨(Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
...... Â¯Â¨Ëœâ€œÂªI/ Â´ÂªÂ¸......(_.^._)

Why oh why, way uway
Utan kalamunggay
Iyonay unggoyay
Bakiay kwaknitay...

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islander · « **Reply #57 on:** November 01, 2010, 08:38:06 PM »

syalan ba ning ang college awards thread nahimo na mang poetry thread? hahaha! paskang gyod ning taga-tb. mao-mao rag mga timpla, way kalainan sa the owl, of all the queer birds i like to see, the owl is the queerest by far to me, for all day long she sits on a tree, and when the night comes away flies she.

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hubag bohol · « **Reply #58 on:** November 01, 2010, 09:16:02 PM »

syalan ba ning ang college awards thread nahimo na mang poetry thread? hahaha! paskang gyod ning taga-tb. mao-mao rag mga timpla, way kalainan sa the owl, of all the queer birds i like to see, the owl is the queerest by far to me, for all day long she sits on a tree, and when the night comes away flies she.

He he, Digos, padayon sa pag-uswag! Here goes...

"Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still."

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Lorenzo · « **Reply #59 on:** November 06, 2010, 08:51:27 PM »

(Â¯`?Â´Â¯)(Â¯`?Â´Â¯)
â€¦..`â€¢.Â¸(Â¯Â´?Â´Â¯)Â¸.â€¢Â´
...........`â€¢. Â¸.â€¢Â´.
tyahaha
sundoging si ikawwey
but oh how i loveth thee
let thy sunneth come on meh
coz i was poorly boRn on thâ‚¬ top
of the mountain
cherish by the lovey of thy thunder
thrillingÂ² waves of life is always mine
oh my dovey ohy mah lovey
hereÂ§ my crieÂ§ to thee
whereÂ§ d light?

â€¦..`â€¢.Â¸(Â¯Â´?Â´Â¯)Â¸.â€¢Â´
...........`â€¢. Â¸.â€¢Â´.

........ (Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
....... (Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
......... (_.^._)
.............. I/ Â¸. ÂªÂ¨..(Â¯`vÂ´Â¯)
........... â€œÂªI/ Â¸.Âªâ€œËœÂ¨(Â¯`(â—)Â´Â¯)
...... Â¯Â¨Ëœâ€œÂªI/ Â´ÂªÂ¸......(_.^._)

hehe

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hubag bohol · « **Reply #60 on:** November 08, 2010, 10:06:26 AM »

syalan ba ning ang college awards thread nahimo na mang poetry thread? hahaha! paskang gyod ning taga-tb. mao-mao rag mga timpla, way kalainan sa the owl, of all the queer birds i like to see, the owl is the queerest by far to me, for all day long she sits on a tree, and when the night comes away flies she.

He he, gitakboyan tingalig Strigiphilus garylarsoni kining ngiwngiwa...

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