youth..full power~
hakke..hasangeki~
sougu…tensasai~
konoha..daisenka~
^^
gehehehe..:D
otoutou no watashi ga naruto shipuuuden no mitemasu.. dakara.. hehehe
ah~ah..
tsukareta~
haraheta~~
…
ja ne~
o (stretching) =.= February 29, 2008
library paper…~.~ February 29, 2008
Intelligence
Definition of Intelligence
Emotional Intelligence
for my english groupmates:
joyce,chin and pat,
here are the links that pat sent me to add to our bibliography..
i am yet to add these..
since i was working on our chapter IV:
that is entitled: comparing EQ and IQ
well.. to pat:
since we’re going to meet tomorrow anyways..
i just thought i’ll hand it to you tomorrow^^
my work on chapter IV, that is.
well..that is all.^^
i can’t open my USB here.. people..
oh, i can print it anyways..
well..i will leave the hard-copy to you guys.
sore ja~
ganbatte~ atashitachi~ ^^
o/
Emotional Intelligence and Destiny February 28, 2008
I remember the fellow in my own class at Amherst College who had attained five perfect 800 scores on the SAT and other achievement tests he took before entering. Despite his formidable intellectual abilities, he spent most of his time hanging out, staying up late, and missing classes by sleeping until noon. It took him ten years to finally get his degree.
IQ offers little to explain the different destinies of people with roughly equal promises, schooling and opportunity. When ninety-five Harvard students from the classes of the 1940s—a time when people with a wider spread of IQ were at Ivy League schools than is presently the case—were followed into middle age, the men with the highest test scores in college were not particularly successful compared to their low-scoring peers in terms of salary, productivity, or status in their field. Nor did they have the greatest life satisfaction, nor the most happiness with friendships, family, and romantic relationships.
A similar follow-up in middle age was done with 450 boys, most sons of immigrants, two thirds from families on welfare, who grew up in Somerville, Massachusetts, at the time a “blighted slum” a few blocks from Harvard. A third had IQs below 90. But again IQ had little relationship to how well they had done at work or in the rest of their lives; for instance. 7 percent of men with IQs under 80 were unemployed for ten or more years, but so were the 7 percent of men with IQs over 100. To be sure, there was a general link (as there always is) between IQ and socio-economic level at age forty-seven. But childhood abilities such as being able to handle frustrations, control emotions, and get on with other people made the greater difference.
Consider also data from an on-going study of eighty-one valedictorians and salutatorians from the 1981 class in Illinois high schools. All, of course, had the highest grade-point averages in their schools. But while they continued to achieve well in college, getting excellent grades, by their late twenties, they had climbed to only average levels of success. Ten years after graduating from high school, only four were at the highest of young people of comparable age in their chosen profession, and many were doing much less well.
Karen Arnold, professor of education at Boston University, one of the researchers tracking the valedictorians, explains, “I think we’ve discovered the ‘dutiful’—people who know how to achieve in the system. But valedictorians struggle as surely as we all do. To know that a person is a valedictorian is to know only that he or she is exceedingly good at achievement as measured by grades. It tells you nothing about how they react to vicissitudes of life.”
And that is the problem: academic intelligence offers virtually no preparation for the turmoil—or opportunity—life’s vicissitudes bring. yet even thought a high IQ is no guarantee of prosperity, prestige, or happiness in life, our schools and our culture fixate on academic abilities, ignoring emotional intelligence, a set of traits—some might call it character—that also matters immensely for our personal destiny. emotional life is a domain that, as surely as math or reading, can be handled with greater or lesser skill, and requires its unique set of competencies. and how adept a person is at those is crucial to understanding why one person thrives in life while another, of equal intellect, dead-ends: emotional aptitude is a meta-ability, determining how well we can use whatever other skills we have, including raw intellect.
Of course, there are many paths to success in life, and many domains in which other aptitudes are rewarded. In our increasingly knowledge-based society, technical skill is certainly one. There is a children’s joke: “what do you call a nerd fifteen years from now?” the answer: “boss.” but even among “nerds” emotional intelligence offers added edge in the workplace, as we shall see in part three. Much evidence testifies that people who are emotionally adept—who know and manage their own feelings well, and who read and deal effectively with other people’s feelings—are at an advantage in any domain of life, whether romance and intimate relationships or picking up the unspoken rules that govern success in organizational politics. people with well-developed emotional skills are also more likely to be cntent and effective in their lives, mastering the habits of mind that foster their own productivity; people who cannot marshal some control over their emotional life fight inner battles that sabotage their ability for focused work and clear thought.
Introduction February 28, 2008
The question is how could someone of such obvious intelligence do something so irrational–so downright dumb? the answer: Academic intelligence las little to do with emotional life. The brightest among us can founder on the shoals of unbridled passions and and unruly impulses: people with high IQ can be stunningly poor pilots of their private lives.
One of psychology’s open secrets is the relative inability of grades, IQ, or SAT scores, despite their popular mystique, to predict unerringly who will succeed in life. To be sure, there is a relationship between IQ and life circumstances for large groups as a whole: many people with very low IQ end up in menial jobs, and those with high IQ tend to become well-paid—-but by no means always.
There are widespread exceptions to the rule that IQ predicts success—many (or more) exceptions than cases that fit the rule. At best, IQ contributes about 20 percent tho the factors that determine life success, which leaves 80 percent to other forces. As one observer notes, “The vast majority of one’s ultimate niche in society is determined by non-IQ factors, ranging from social class to luck.”
Even Richard Hernstein and Charles Murray, whose book The Bell Curve imputes a primary importance to IQ, acknowledge this; as they point out, “Perhaps a freshman with an SAT score of 500 had better not have his heart set on being a mathematician, but if instead he wants to run his own business, become a US senator or make a million dollars, he should not put aside his dreams….The link between test scores and those achievements is dwarfed by the totality of other characteristics that he brings to life.
My concern is with a key set of “those characteristics.” emotional intelligence: abilities such as being able to motivate oneself and persist in the face of frustrations;to control impulse and delay gratification; to regulate one’s moods and keep distress from swamping the ability to think; to empathize and to hope. Unlike IQ. with its nearly one-hundred-year history of research with hundreds of thousands of people, emotional intelligence is a new concept. no one can yet say exactly how much of the variability from person to person in life’s course it accounts for. but what data exist suggest it can be as powerful, and at times more powerful, than IQ. and while there are those who argue that IQ cannot be changed much by experience or education, I will show in Part Five that the crucial emotional competencies can indeed be learned and improved upon by children—if we bother to teach them.
ahm… ._. February 25, 2008
kyaa~
whoa….
there are a lot to be told…
you see..
last friday..
i went on a date..
yah..right after class..
^^
with my neechan
..my older cousin, that is.
we went to quiapo to raid yamato nadeshiko shichi henge anime!!
lol
it was a really busy day.
^^ when i arrived at isetann…i witnessed a demolition work right before my very eyes..
lol..that was funny. i was walking innocently until one man approached me and said, “this way.”
i was at shock. well, a bit. and then i saw what’s happening and was convinced to follow the new path that they’ve created. and i waited there..
lol
i was still a bit half-hearted and was still swaying between going or not going back to school that time..
there was a candle-light prayer vigil—or some kind of like that..
entitled” bumusina para sa katotohanan” which was encouraged by none other that our school alumnus, the popular mr. “jun” lozada… well, im not going after our country’s president or anything.. in a way i can say, i just want to hear something or from his side…
or something like that.
but oh well..
neechan arrived. ^^
and we dismissed to the raiding operation at once.
nechan insisted we eat first..
we had hamburgers with cheese..lol
and it was a real laugh.
the vendors were funny.
not to mention, we don’t quite get it..
they were suddenly tensed while attending to us..
which lead them to clumsiness and disorientedness..hahaha
and to the raiding we left.
we were sweeping of the quiapo streets…
searching, searching and searching for the anime series of
yamato nadeshiko shichi henge.
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
we looked and sifted through the little booths and stands we can find..
and to our hearts disappointment..
we were incapable of finding it.
until neechan and I, already tired…
and already suffering from too much pain in the chest..
decided that we avail ouran kokou host club anyways..
so at the very least along with the few more other series we had bought..
we were about to call it a day..
when neechan , still hoping..well.. we are.. even though it’s hopeless..
for the addicts.. it’s never hopeless.. we still tried..
and what do you know?!?
we found it at the last booth that we went to.
hahaha
the vendor that we call “kuya” ..
well…we didn’t manage to get his name though..
(overwhelmed by the found anime series)
lol…neechan was really thrilled..^^
hohoho..
and so we went home ..
on the way..
i sent a text message to my classmate..
that i weren’t going to attend the said prayer vigil..
and that i was sleepy..
(lol) we were really excited to see the cd’s we just bought.^^
and yah..
as i remember, i even fell asleep in the jeep…lol
though we parted sooner when she left the jeep at the municipal place..it’s near our house already..as for me..i always run to the church before i go home..so i stayed..^^
and lol..my old batchmates…sent me a text message..inviting me to attend one of my old co-sergeant’s birthday^^
it was Dan’s 17th birthday!!! yipee!!! (did i guess it right? 17 right?)
and so that was..
i only handed him yema..and chocolate coated polvoron^^
well…i was not prepared!!! lol
and what was planned to just drop by was drastically ripped of by non other that our MS ( Master Sergeant) verona arrived just when i was about to lift off… >_>
and i was begged to stay more longer…for she said she wanted to eat… T_T
i really wanted to go home.
but yes i stayed and i ate pancit malabon^^
and some juice^^
though we we’re a bit…ahmm… some of dan’s new classmates were guys…
and.. they were like…some of them… i kind of don’t feel like it..their approaches..
it’s pretty much disturbing for me..
but for the sake of dan, who is my direct subordinate..under group 4. logistics group.
well..i managed to stay behave.
lucky~ <3
if it wasn’t sooner when nica and maybelle arrived..i was already had my successful route to home… they were our staff sergeant 1 and corps staff 4 respectively.
dan is our tactical sergeant 4 and staff sergeant 4, is yours truly.
and yes..i managed to get a hold of myself and spoke the desperate cry of leaving.
^^ i managed to escape. or so i thought. i was almost at the door…when his father ran after me and held my hand and said that it’d be boring if i will leave so soon..and insisted that i stay until dinner..but i had my decision. oh well…they managed to let me greet everyone there and introduce myself..gah.. oh well.. the last guy was actually trying to act cool…or so he think he is.. well anyways..that last guy actually went as far as stretching out his hand to me..i dunno…for some kind of handshake..i think…to my rescue..his father shaked the guy’s hand in my place…that was a really great help..i was saved. T-T
and so i went home^^
kiyehehehe
that was for the 22nd of february^^
sore jaa~
one teacher February 22, 2008
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed inVietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
“We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.
“Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”
All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”
Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”
“I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary”
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists”
That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.
If you’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you’re “too busy” to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
The more people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching out to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.
—- ^_^ —-
i am having a date today~
i am excited!!!
^^
sore jaa~
teary…~_~ February 22, 2008
a really lot of things happened today.
whew.
i was about to cry.
gee…i really need to work more serious now.
i had my report on biopsych..that is to be continued on saturday..
regarding the topic color constancy and retinex theory…
well my filipino report..i can say was half-done..so i dont know
what my professor have thought about it.
i am really going to cry.
i need to reclaim myself. redeem my old self.
what’s happening..
math isn’t supposed to be like this..
yet i am having a hard time…
stupid eyesight..
i am a near-sighted..
whoa..
and to add…
i need to read my phist book..
i know i can..
i want to..
yet i find it hard to fight myself…
whoa..
and whatelse..
well..i bought some cigar-shaped like wafers with a pencil-length ones…lol
my brothers liked it^^
and i also took home some popcorns!!
and..
we had adobong sitaw just for tonight’s dinner^^
i loved it! totally!
and neechan..
neechan was getting serious in accepting a job offer!!
goodie!! (she was turning down a considerable count of sound offers too!)
she said it’ll be fine…it’s for experience,for now..at the very least..lol
and so that’s it.
i tried to study.
my laziness got the better off me.
and logic.
i need to prepare for the special project too.
o.o
sore jaa~
bye-bye
o/
DX February 20, 2008
i happened to see some papers…
that fell to the floor as i have scanned through my book…
i was taken bit aback..
as i remember those words that my eyes have seen on those pieces of papers…
words that echoed non-stop for some time on my head..
when was those letters printed…
how was it written…
where was it written…
why, what is written..
i don’t know.
it is something that is beyond personal.
yet im writing it here..
well i thought..
just in my thought anyways..
it isn’t like this will be read by a lot of people or something..
and to put in consideration..
even if people can read this..
i doubt it if they know me….lol
as i have said, this is quite personal..
yet im still on it..
here, scribbling..–or typing..lol
i just thought that i would want to remember this.
i would want to remember what i have written in these sheets of paper…
as i recall..
that night…
wasn’t any special..
just normal..
to me, it’s pretty much normal.
i was crying silently in the corner of my room..
well that was all that i could do..
so there… i was having a hard time finding ways on how to keep myself low..
so that no one can tell what i was doing..
i don’t want anyone to know i was crying.
i don’t want anyone to know i was dying.
and yes, i was thinking about a lot of things..
a real lot of things..
even if i do not want to even try to think anymore..
so back to the story…
there i was.. sitting covered with my blanket..
under my sole protective coat..
my only armor… my blanket.
it was the best of my shields..to hide myself from being seen..
being visible to all..
and so to continue..
i scribbled everything in these papers..
everything that i could think of..
in the most nice way i could possibly put it.
using my white board marker..
the one which i have presumed that wasn’t bearing any ink anymore..
and so i wrote..
hehehe..
with the light-free room..
lol
okay so here it is.
^^
“:sorry for being such a BULLSHIT.
:sorry for trying to think by myself, i forgot I AM STUPID.
:i am sorry for even trying to think i have meaning,
thanks for reminding me that I AM WORTHLESS.
:i m TIRED of trying to THINK, for every time you get to make me realize, I AM TOO LATE.
:i am sorry i am not your SCHOLAR, have you forgotten, in case, let me repeat it.
I AM STUPID.
:i am so IRRESPONSIBLE, i am sorry for being an EYESORE.
:i LISTEN to EVERYTHING that you have told me. i completely understood. I AM SENSELESS.
:i wonder…
why do you love me this much MY LORD???
ANSWER ME.”
right. i was crying my eyes out while writing all of those by the moonlight.
it was fun to know that it was all still readable amidst the scenario..
how could i possibly have been able to write that well..
when my eyes are pouring like hell..
and i couldn’t even see properly due to lots of water in my eyes…
and just how wet the paper was at that time..
still it turned out to be nice enough to be read..
and it’s just nice..
to see this one..
well
guys..
im not emo.
like hell.
but you know..
im still trying lots of things out.
i want to return to you oh Lord.
and i truly apologize for ever thinking this way before.
that’s all.
^^
still have to prepare my report in biopsych: seeing colors.
and in filipino: kasanayan sa akademikong pagsulat.
and to finish my math assignment.
and prepare for my phist prelims test.
now. with all of that.
later guys!!!
o/
itte~ >_< February 18, 2008
my eyes hurts..
(contact lenses)
and my left foot still hurts…
(i accidentally stepped on a paperclip–you know the big one?)
lol
and i still have to do filipino works..
and logic exercises…
and library researches for english..
and not to mention i still have to perform for my PE class…
whew.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/o/
lets take a break for a while now, won’t we?
waaaa..
i see i can read inuyasha in onemanga now~
hehehe
and and and and and
we’re still downloading
yamato nadeshiko shichi henge..
we’re done until the third episode!!!!
yatta!!!
and and and and…
there’s more.
the animes that i’ve watched as of this moment..
amanaideyo!
amanaideyo! katsu!
they are my noble masters(still waiting for updates)
rosario to vampire(still waiting too ^^)
well..
that’s for now.
i was still reading angel sanctuary.^^
hmm..
whatelse…
that’s it for now.
oh, i almost forgot.
i’ve started watching hayate no gotoku^^
that’s all
^^
(im in the library again^^ –second floor with my classmate andrew…though we are seated way far from each other..lol he’s a PE classmate too^^)
aww.. that reminds me..
we we’re absent the last time..
whoa~~~~~~
what do we do if we were tob e asked to perform on-the-spot?
IIAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yada!!!yada!!!yada!!!
…
hmp.
whatever happens…
well..
i’ll tell you the details anywways..
so…
matta ne~
^^
^^ February 16, 2008
i’ve been watching amaenaideyo! ^^
and as of now..im on amaenaideyo! katsu!
nyaa~
^^
neko desu ka?
iie, neko dewa arimasen^^
hihihihi
i wasn’t able to post yesterday..
i was so busy playing “bomb it” lol
try it! its fun!! here
sore jaa~
o/
