Thursday, October 21, 2010
The Golden Rule
The Golden Rule or ethic of reciprocity is a maxim,an ethical code, or a morality
- One should treat others according to how one would like others to treat one's self (positive form, active voice)
- Treat others as you would like to be treated (positive form, passive voice)
- One should not treat others in ways one would not like to be treated (negative/prohibitive form, passive voice; Also called the Silver Rule)
- Do not treat others in ways you would not like to be treated (negative/prohibitive form, active voice. Also called the Silver Rule)
The Golden Rule has a long history, and a great number of prominent religious figures and philosophers have restated its reciprocal, bilateral nature in various ways (not limited to the above forms).
The Golden Rule is arguably the most essential basis for the modern concept of human rights, in which each individual has a right to just treatment, and a responsibility to ensure justice for others.A key element of the Golden Rule is that a person attempting to live by this rule treats all people with consideration, not just members of his or her in-group. The Golden Rule has its roots in a wide range of world cultures, and is a standard which different cultures use to resolve conflicts
* --Be scared of Karma-- *
**SO DONT BE A HALF-WIT think of what you do to others!**
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A Murderer's Confession
True!-nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous i had been and am, but why do you say that im mad? Listen and observe how i calmly tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once, conceived it haunted me day and night. Motive i have none. I love the old man. He had never wronged me. But it was his eye. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture-pale blue eyes with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold as i resolved to rid of the eye forever.
You fancy me mad? Mad men know nothing. You should have seen how wisely i proceeded. I was never kinder to the old man than the whole week before i killed him. And every night about midnight, I turned the latch of his doors ( oh so gently for the hinges creaked), put in a dark lantern and thrust my head. But i found the eye always closed so it was impossible to carry on my plan.
On the 8th night i had my hand in, my thumb slipped and he cried "who's there?" I waited very patiently then I undid the lantern cautiously so that a single thin ray fell upon the wide vultures eye. Now there came to my ears a quick sound- the beating of the old man's heart. The sound grew quicker and quicker. I thought the heart must burst. The old man's hour had come!
In an instant I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. For many minutes the heart beat on with the muffled sound. At length is ceased. The old man is dead! I hid him inside the flooring of the chamber. As the sounded 4'o clock, there came a knocking at the street door. Three officers of the police they were deputed to search for the premises. I smiled for what had i to fear, I bade them search- search well.
They found none and were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. Then i felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. I fancied a ringing in my ears. I grew pale. The sound increased yet the officers heart it not. Why should they not be gone? The noise steadily increased. Oh God! What could i do? I swung the chair open upon which i have been sitting, but the noise continually increased. It grew louder-louder-louder! and still the men chatted pleasantly and smiled.
They heard! They suspected! They knew! They were mocking my horror. I can bear those hypocritical smiles no longer. I felt I must cream or die.
"Villains! I shrieked, :" I admit the deed, tear up the planks! here! here it's the beating of the old man's heart!
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It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once, conceived it haunted me day and night. Motive i have none. I love the old man. He had never wronged me. But it was his eye. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture-pale blue eyes with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold as i resolved to rid of the eye forever.
You fancy me mad? Mad men know nothing. You should have seen how wisely i proceeded. I was never kinder to the old man than the whole week before i killed him. And every night about midnight, I turned the latch of his doors ( oh so gently for the hinges creaked), put in a dark lantern and thrust my head. But i found the eye always closed so it was impossible to carry on my plan.
On the 8th night i had my hand in, my thumb slipped and he cried "who's there?" I waited very patiently then I undid the lantern cautiously so that a single thin ray fell upon the wide vultures eye. Now there came to my ears a quick sound- the beating of the old man's heart. The sound grew quicker and quicker. I thought the heart must burst. The old man's hour had come!
In an instant I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. For many minutes the heart beat on with the muffled sound. At length is ceased. The old man is dead! I hid him inside the flooring of the chamber. As the sounded 4'o clock, there came a knocking at the street door. Three officers of the police they were deputed to search for the premises. I smiled for what had i to fear, I bade them search- search well.
They found none and were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. Then i felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. I fancied a ringing in my ears. I grew pale. The sound increased yet the officers heart it not. Why should they not be gone? The noise steadily increased. Oh God! What could i do? I swung the chair open upon which i have been sitting, but the noise continually increased. It grew louder-louder-louder! and still the men chatted pleasantly and smiled.
They heard! They suspected! They knew! They were mocking my horror. I can bear those hypocritical smiles no longer. I felt I must cream or die.
"Villains! I shrieked, :" I admit the deed, tear up the planks! here! here it's the beating of the old man's heart!
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
October 2, 2010 Search for Mr. and Ms. HCHS
October 2 2010 was a big night for the chosen Mr. and Ms Holy Cross High School Contestants. It was a thrilling night for the candidates. We all tried our best to reach what we can achieve. Some cried, Some felt happy. I felt happy and contented, because i think that i tried my best and i gained exposure and experience. After all those days that we practiced I think i can rest now haha :)
Ciao!
Ciao!
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