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Manalo sana ako sa Lotto!

Friday, March 31, 2006

Ilang beses nang nangyayari tong ganito. Pupunta ako sa blog ko, mag-iisip ng ipopost. Pero pagkatapos ng ilang segundo, marereliaze na wala naman palang mai-popost. Tulad ngayon, nakaayos na yung mga bagay na dapat kong ipost pero, ang kinabagsakan ay wala! Wala nanaman akong mai-post. Isa pang kinaiinis ko ay nag mga wnorng sffeling ko not to mentioning my grammar. Nakakapagod mag-type para lang may mabasa yung mga taong ni hindi ko naman kilala at hindi ko parin nakikita. Pero bakit ba ako nag popost parin ng nag popost? Baka naman nagpapapansin lang ako. Baka hindi din. Waaaaah! Wala na talaga akong masabi... Ayoko naman ikwento sa inyo ang nangyari sakin during the past few days na hindi ako nakakapag update ng blog ko. Na kanina ay pinagawa samin ang 20 pieces na printer na halos limang taon nang nag seserbisyo sa pinag o-OJT-han ko. Ayoko sabihin sa inyo yon. At lalong ayokong sabihin na kanina bumili ako ng 24 hours unlimited na internet access (opo dial-up ako) sa pamamagitan ng text... pero ano ang nangyari??? Hindi dumating yung username at password... kaya Vibe ang binagsakan ko. Malihim akong tao eh. Sa sobrang lihim ko, hindi ko sasabihin sa inyo na may prof. akong nanganganib dahil yung mga projects ng mga estudyante na nagkakahalaga ng doble sa tuition fee nila ay napagalamang binenta! (Oh my mader phaker!) Hindi ko sinsabi yang mga ganyang bagay... Random lang talaga ang post ko na 'to. Teka at pepreno na ako baka kasi masabi ko pang nabuntis si...
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Common Cents

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Hindi ako umattend ng seminar ko kaninang hapon, dahil (medyo) pagod ako. Nag-karoon kasi ng closing party ang CGAtES. Enjoy din naman (kahit papano), ang nangyari kagabi, kahit na 10 lang ang nag-punta. Mga bandang alas-tres (ng hapon), tinamad ako sa bahay kaya naisip ko lumarga nalang at bumili ng (inaasam kong) libro. Pag-dating ko sa bookstore hindi agad ako dumaretso sa shelf kung saan nakalagay ang libro na pakay ko. Binisita ko muna si C.S. Lewis. Haay salamat at lumabas narin ang Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Pero mukhang hanggang tingin nalang ako (ngayon pa at maraming gastos). P800 mahigit ang presyo. Matapos ang pagiikot (ng ilang minuto) ko sa Fiction, TV-Movie tie-in, Classic at Self Help, tumungo na ako sa Filipiniana. Malayo palang ako nakikita ko na ang cover ng libro. Puti. May mga ballpen (pen sa mga kano). "Stainless Longganisa" (Longganisang hindi kinakalawang) ni Bob Ong. Pag dating ko sa bahay, binasa ko agad 'to habang kumakana ng #6 ng McDonald's at McFlurry. Page 34.
"Parenthical remarks (however relevant) are uncessary."
Pamilyar 'to ha. Tama nga... may ganitong estilo din sa post ni Leslie.
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Light has shed its hope at our darkest hour

An overly dried, thin and bony hand pinched my mom's arm. For a second she thought it was someone else's hands.. but when she looked, she saw an old man looking at him with his eyes speaking of tiredness. It was my grandfather, still lying on a hospital bed. He's been going in and out of the hospital for almost half a month now, ever since that morning when my aunt discovered him naked sitting on the floor.
"God must have heard our prayers," said my mom. "Your gramp's seizures had stop and he can speak some words now." "The phone call must have helped," I said. "I believe in miracles, and I just saw one."
Although the doctor had admitted to us that we should be ready for whatever might happen, we are still hoping for a few more years to spend with my mom's dad.
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When Parting is Knocking at Our Door.

Friday, March 24, 2006

The doctor, pushed the tube from my grandfather's nostrils untill it reached his stomach. A tear dropped from my grandafather's eyes, while trying to grasp for air. His withering body, had stopped from seizing, after an unexpected dehydration. He was given a 48-hour dose of sleep-inducer. This would help him from his endless bodily jerking. A brain-enhancer, electrolytes, and hemoglobin is now part of the hang-on's that seemingly watches over him 24/7.
"Melen," my grandfather called her daugther. It was about 2 months ago when this happened. "Listen, when I die... I dont want an expensive casket." He continued.
My aunt didn't replied. She was used by my gramp's drama and death parting words. Last Wednesday, I was shocked. I visited him at his house... The door of his room was closed, to prevent the cool air from the AC system that is required to be servicing him for 24/7, to escape. I entered the room, and saw my mom beside him. She was holding his hands trying to control some of his never-ending jerks. I sat at the edge of the folding-bed that was placed at the bedside. My heart leapt. He was there, thin, a tube inserted to his nose as for a means of eating, another tube for his oxygen. I walked up to his bed and hold his hands, it was very dry and frail. I placed the top of his hands at my forehead.
His breathing is labored, my grandfather is dying.
This would be the first time, that one parting is knocking at our door... by this time we still don't know if we'll open it. All we know, is that my loving gramps is suffering.
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Tinitighiyawat ka ba sa mani?

Saturday, March 18, 2006

I don't know, but this forwarded e-mail just inspired me.

[images omitted] The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. 2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. 3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America. 4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. 5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress. 6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners. Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. 2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. 3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. 4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special. 5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier? The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

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Table 2

Friday, March 17, 2006

"Ma'am, you have to press both buttons at the same time. In that way, the cuircuit will be able to analyze which button was pressed the faster." I said. Everyone seems to be alot quiet at this moment. Or is it just because I can only hear my heart pounding. "Ma'am, as you can see, this part of the cuicuit is the one responsible for the display. It counts the binary digits that was sent to its input from the player's switches," I continued explaining. "And the out put of the counter will be sent to B, C, D, G of the seven segment." My professor continued pressing the two buttons, while carefully examining the circuit. She also squints at times to read the IC labels. "Was this photo-etched?" she asked. "Yes ma'am..." I answered. "Was it your older brother who etched it?" I asked April. I saw several of my classmates turn down their heads. Trying to hide whatever they need to hide. After some seconds of silence, my proffesor announced that we're done. A big smile shone at my face. My heart leapt about a mile (I guess). Its done.
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Down, down, down I go down, down

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

"Success is not final; failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." - Winston Churchill
I cannot say exactly the words that has been running on my head, the second one of my classmate informed me of my situation. And now I am going to repeat it again... now, I am going to do again what I have done. This time, its going to be different... way different.
"It is a common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something." - Roosevelt I have failed several times in my life. And I accept that. Failure is nothing for me... The only thing that bothers me is the people that would be directly affected by my failure. My pride who had been badly bruised through out my entire life will also be at its toll. I cannot fail again.. Please Lord.
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Eisa dalawa tatlo

Saturday, March 11, 2006

It's done... but not that well. At least we have something.
I am currently wearing a green t-shirt with 2 stars and the word "Caribbean Sunset" as its front print. Still, wearing it from the day's activities... No wonder, I can still smell the funk of Manila around my neck. My jeans, which I owned for almost 3 years now, served me well this afternoon, while we walk the lenght of Avenida. Rugby boys are like normal vendors selling sticky rum on the streets. Their eyes, deep shut. Their bodies, thin as a walking stick. This is my third time to go at the place where I'll be going. Everytime I climb its stairs, I always got these butterflies in my stomach. The eerieness of the building adds to the tension its visitors are possibly bearing. Breathing harder could help... as mush as a lot of prayer. Mr. Wong's secretary was beating around the bush... This was what I thought two days ago when I relentlessly shouted to a woman called Noemi whom I discovered to be Mr. Wong's secretary.
(to be continued...)
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Erase and Rewind: The Story Behind the Title

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Hindi man ganong ka-catchy and titulo ng blog ko, it tells alot about me and about the content. Lookback: Since I first used the internet about 8 years ago, I always have this dream of building my own page in the internet. Altough I had several tries which sadly failed. I never lost my interest. I joined Xanga in 2004 and that became my first ever weblog. But Xanga never gave me the "needs" that I wanted for my blog... So, I stopped using xanga... I stopped blogging. Then came Friendster's Blog. I told my self, that, that would be my last blog account. I'll stick to it. And I did... well for at least half a year. And since Friendster's interface can't be customized and no user add-ons can be added... I got bored. By November, I am eyeing blogspot to migrate all my rants at. And what can I say... been here for 3+ months now. The names: I would really love it if my url is http://eraseandrewind.blogspot.com but its already taken... so I tried others... but it makes no sense to me... and I wouldn't want to have an url like: memoriesofrobby.blogspot.com or realitybites.blogspot.com etc. Actually it was a hollywood celebrity who game me the idea andwalkaway.blogspot.com. It was Kelly Clarkson and her song "Walk Away"... just walk away... just walk away... if you dont have the answer... walk away... For the Record: I guess, you already know what I mean... (nah I guess you don't). Erase and Rewind... hmmm... Its like regreting some things and you wanted to change it. You wanted to erase your mistake by going back to time. Erase and Rewind may also mean something that you wanted to forget, i.e. things, situation, person. Actually, I dont want to absolutely define my blog, for doing so, I'll be setting limitations... Recent changes: I just opened another blog, also here in blogspot, to be my splash page. I think its already working now... Its just a fancy "Erase and Rewind" thingamajigs... Its here. But the url is not yet final, I'll be announcing it later. You'll notice that there is an Adult page warning... That is because, some of the pictures here are suggestive and some of my post are... what else... for adults. Last Words: Although, blogging is legal in the Philippines and there is no law regarding what we write in our blogs... Lets us always keep in our mind that, yes, we have freedom of expression, but that is not absolute, especially when we are forgetting about others' rights. So, yan po ang Erase and Rewind... p.s. Erase and rewind is also one of my favorite The Cardigans song.

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Saturday, March 04, 2006

What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life? Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions: If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 1 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26. Then: H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98% and K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96% But, A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100% and, B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T 2-21-12-12-19-8-9-20 = 103%
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School Pants

Friday, March 03, 2006

March! This is the month that for some reason, I don't like that much. There's alot of school works to be done - mostly rushed. People seems to be enjoying so much because its the end of their school days, which makes me feel... uncomfortable. Thesis, Feasibility Studies and Design Projects are the common scenes among the graduatings. About an inch or more of bundled papers, thousands worth of electronics. The aura of March just irritates me. An hour ago, I was deeply concentrating on my HTML project. And to tell, I am really liking the output. I wouln't say that its been greatly done, but I like it. Tomorrow, I'll continue working with that and come 2 pm in the afternoon, I'll be heading to Bing's place to help her with the floor plan construction via AutoCAD. The last time I used AutoCAD was 2 years ago... I hope I still know how to zap that ware. One more reason why I don't like March is because of the weather. Philippines by this time of the year becomes a toaster and we are the buns.

I am kinda tamad today. I went to school early this morning, hoping to see someone I only to get to see in my dreams... (drama) At my right hand is my 16-pages report about MEPIS. They called MEPIS "The Software with an Attitude." Today, I'll show some attitude. How? By not attending my 4-pm class... A 3 hour talk about metals, somekind of material and some more of I can't even comprehend. Attitude... Attitude... more like of my katamaran working. And oh, I would never ever smoke a Red again! Never!

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