Hasty Generalization

Hasty Generalization

"We are not of the same level of tolerance."

I have just been told of this statement today.
The words were uttered in an attempt to probably
told me that I am at any level of tolerance
lower than that of the speaker.

It somehow amuses me.

I thought these kind of personalities that I have learned
in my masteral degree were that rare.
And now I have experienced them, first hand.

Analyzing the idea with the so called 90/10 technique,
I am reminded of Plato's words of wisdom,
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."
How would I react?
Well, I think I would still be open-minded. (remembering the lines of Desiderata).
Maybe it is a challenge, a reminder for me who is
about to surrender, about to give up. I am grateful somehow.

Of course, mutually we do not know each other well.
That is why I would respect the speaker's opinion for
thinking the way how he thinks when he said these words to me.
He may have thought to have gone through a lot of difficulties than me.
But he had just committed the so called
Hasty Generalization (remember the Fallacy of Logic?)
or known as "Fallacy of Insufficient Statistics."
Yes, because he should know me well to conclude.
To avoid from committing Hasty Generalization
your basis must be firm and intact or else you would
fall into it by having a false analogy.

One thing that I have learned from those
psychology classes is that:
Life has a lot of aspects. Being better on one of it does not
mean we are better on the other.
And if we think or act so, it will just make us look stupid.

It teaches me humility, and despises the hard-to-let-go Pride.

Ginza-scapade

My boss, Yoshizu-san(right), and Inoue-san had toured me around Ginza. It was just a short trek but it was cool. We left at the office around 6pm and arrived there thirty minutes after. Ginza is, undoubtingly, a beautiful place at night. Like a woman elegantly wearing all the 60-pound make-up with her expensive jewelries to cover her weary face exposed from a dull summer day. Ginza 4chome is lined up with branded products. From Gucci to Burberry, from Bulgari to Salvatore Ferragamo, you name it. I can't even touch those products because of its soaring prices that only the locals could buy. Well I just bought something from there, from an omiyagi store of course.

After that we went for a sushi feast. My favorite. The only thing I dont like eating sushi is that it makes me packed up right away. Maybe because of the gohan with it. But the raw toppings; oni, ebi, and the raw fresh fish meats were great and tasty. And its healthy huh.

After that we went to the Emperial Palace, just by the park of course. It was around 9pm so I gave the rest to my imagination on what it would look like on daytime. The Emperor's place is magnificent. Imagine having a backyard thrice as big as the Plaza Independencia in Cebu. Beside having a home as a castle, the Emperor had a street that leads directly to the Tokyo Station entrance for His Excellency's private use. While Emperial guards and escorts roam around, great walls protect His Excellency from the world outside. If material things is all that it takes to make one happy, then the Emperor could be one of the happiest person in the world. Surely I enjoyed the evening. Thank you boss Yoshizu-san, and Inoue-san.

Wishful Thinking

She responded to my every messages.
- Maybe she was just trying to be friendly.
She replied to my every emails.
- Maybe she was just trying to be polite.
She accepted my invitation for a dinner.
- Maybe she was just trying to be a lady.
She accepted all of my dinner invitation.
- Maybe she was a real fair lady.
She told me she enjoyed my company.
- Maybe she was just trying to be kind.
She had little surprises telling me she cares.
- Maybe she was just trying to be a friend.
She waited for me until wee hours of the night for a some talk.
- Maybe she was just trying to be concerned for me.
She never departed even if I told her I like her so much.
- Maybe she was just trying to be understanding.
She told me she was looking forward for my return.
- Maybe she was just ... please enough...

...
No matter how I tried to say these thingsto myself,
I just can't avoid the thought that she could have liked me also.
I just can't avoid having wishful thoughts that these things
could mean we both had something for us, between us.

But I wish sometimes wishes could come true
so as my wishful thinking would do.
For everytime I wished that everything we did was something,
I would fall to reality that she had someone especial, ...

... something she thought I never knew.

Bite Me

I came across a link from one of my friend's blog. Hilarious as it is, you should try it yourself.


The cheezy thing is the title, "My Celebrity Look - Alikes". Hahahaha bite me.
Here's the link: http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php