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Saturday, April 22, 2006
HAPPY EARTH DAY! (This has no connection with my entry. I just want to greet everybody.) 04.22.06 Sat
3:39pm
Music: Hey, Look At The Sun - Sitti (Her album was being played at Powerbooks at the time I was there.) Food: crab nuggets (Taste like kikiam. But still good. Check your grocery's frozen goods section for this.) This would be my last day on this shift. I would say that I would also miss attending this time schedule since it already grew in me for a week's time (I get to see most peope in GY shift. I could wake up late - but not during training days. I hit the target handling time. But I overdo my budget for the week since I eat twice and I take fx taxis which do not offer 'bus' fares.) Though I complained a bit about this shift, at least I experienced to be rolling in this schedule. Yesterday was not an all good day for me. I was a bit disappointed on myself. Another misfortune that happened yesterday was having my friend as my companion going home. I would prefer going home alone unless I am really close to the person. Anyway, he was the one who called me as I hurriedly jumped inside a van. At first, I would not really bother approaching the person since there are a number of passengers already who are also waiting for their ride. If the person who called me approaches me, then I would settle for a conversation. If not, I would just look from the window of the van. Or unless again, you and I are tight. Still, I went down and called him to join me since there were 4 spaces left for occupancy. He was all complaining about his work for they are oving their things from their old office to a new one. He was describing to me how big and heavy their things were. It was almost midnight. Usually, the passengers would talk softly, sit and just stare outside or even sleep til they get to their destinations. My friend put on his headphones and started singing "father and son" loudly. Not just that, he was even mispronouncing the lyrics, "...look at me I am old but I'm haffy..." I sensed that he was a little drunk from the tone of his voice. And he made a lot of comments from passing through the toll gate, loading some gasoline, driver's call of nature and passenger's dropping off the van. I could not shut him up. I was also trying to get myself some sleep since I was not feeling very well and I was very sleepy. The couple infront of us were already making some body language on their "dismay" to my friend. Okay, I am not being ashamed for knowing him and being with him that time. I am looking at him as a fellow passenger who should be at least sensitive to other passengers since we are in a public transport. I tolerate talks inside public vehicles if the subject, which obviously everyone could hear, is worth their time. I dislike angsty talks and complaints about jobs and other people's fortunes in public places. Those things they should keep on themselves and not should be brought up in public. Or of they are about to explode, deal with it somewhere privately. But I was nice last night. I entertained him talking about putting up a business, playing with his child, who I suppose would be my godchild and all those he shared with me. But everything was just done too loud. Since he did all the talking, as we separate going to our own homes, he told me that my hair is already long. I replied that short hair is boring. He shut up. He has short hair. Goodbye. ****************** Hmm, something new. This is the first time I am going somewhere while my hair is tied up. Yes, I finally decided to try tying my hair. I even took a picture of me for remembrance and basically to see how I look like. And I like how I look. The beach is the only one missing. Or a pulp summer slam concert. i just gave in to a friend's request and that was to see me with a band on the head. I must say thank you to that request. Because I like what I see. Also, my mom kept on complaining that she sees nothing on my face since, accdg to her, my hair is covering everything. Sadly, my mom didn't see my new look before I leave home. Perhaps, I would sport a new image once in awhile. (What if I give in to Lea's idea to have dreads? Hmm...) ****************** After two years, I finally got a copy of "The Nymph of MTV" by Angelo Suarez. I looked for it back in 2004 in Powerbooks but they didn't have it. It was published by UST Publishing House. Sadly, I didn't have time to go back to my school to get one. Now, I have a copy. I went through the shelves on the 2nd floor of Powerbooks. when I was back on the shelf where I got "The Nymph..," I saw another book of A. Suarez entitled, "Else It Was Purely Girls" published last year. Man, its price is twice the book I bought. So, I must save money to get this new one. Hopefully, it would not take me another two years. Hehe. Anyway, Bob Ong also has a new book. I forgot the title but it's cover is green. I have none of his books yet but I plan to read and complete them. :) ****************** Lyndon Gregorio, creator of Beerkada, would be coming up with a new batch of t-shirt designs. I've seen those that might be printed. And two out of three, I liked. I definitely would be having two new shirts in my wardrobe once they become available.
posted by Arn  at 4:28 PM
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Friday, April 21, 2006
04.16.06 Easter Sunday
8:51pmThis shift is killing me. And it feels like it takes an hour for me to blink my eyes, change positions on my seat and hit a key on this keyboard. I know I am tired because my back is hurting. And I normally experience this whenever I feel real tired. 04.19.06 Wed
4:16pmMusic: The Hardest Part - Coldplay The second day of my training has been finished a few hours back. "This is it," so I told myself. I am not considering backing out. But I have no other way but to be there. I take it as an opportunity to better myself definitrly aside from being an additional support to my team/account/supervisors/co-reps. Talking too much is just not me. Well, several times I've been busy making noises here and there. But those were just conversations with friends. Now, I have to be formal. And the guidelines that were discussed already sunk into me. I know they're there for guidance and not really as pattern per se since we all have our own style in delivering things. But the thought that I would be showing a topic this coming Friday that should last at least 10 minutes would be nerve-wracking. I both love and hate attention. I think I am just scared on who's watching. I wouldn't care less if it would be my teammates since I am so used to dealing with them day in and out. But I would be facing a bunch of perhaps new people who are, uhm, new to me. And that scares me and shies me away. That would make me stutter and forget about things and be a pessimist and have these negative thoughts at the back of my head. (What the hell are they thinking as I do my work in front?). Include grammar, diction, phasing of dicussion, participation and what-have-you. But everything goes through this. Not training but discussing something educational or interesting (or not) to a group. And I think I would learn to be more in control with my doubt as time passes by. And part of that time would be the day of presentation. Yay! 04.21.06 Fri
5:32pmMusic: The World Is Our Playground And We Will Always Be Home - UdD (The song I picked when one of the facilitators asked the audience for the music of their lives) Done. Nervousness was better than me. I never learn. And I never develop. Perhaps, yes. But it takes every inch to pull something through. Inching my way somewhere takes a lot of guts. Guts which I may be the only one who understand. (I didn't feel oh so proud of my presentation earlier. I admit I gave up last night while I was plotting my supposed topic. I was already on my conclusion when I decided to stop and not think of a new topic anymore and just focus on my account. I did that. I discussed some matters about it. I was off to a good start, I must say. But I was not able to maintain it. Things planned to the last minute didn't transpire. I hate being nervous. Being nervous for some reasons that I do not face and accept and later on to be forgotten. If only you saw me there. I celebrate for two reasons: I am now a certified peer trainer; and I learned my lesson(s) well today right after I secretly-instantly-unexpectedly-surprisingly ended our discussion. I felt weird as I was talking there. It's too formal. Perhaps my topic. But I knew my topic. I could've given a shot to something that I have more enthusiasm discussing. The last time I was into that was during my thesis defense. I was nervous but I prepared for it a lot. And I was satisfied with what I did for my group. But today... I would not be forgetting it. It was my first time I talking infront of titled officemates now that I have gone corpy. I have additional task(s) now which I openly welcome. I tried getting the position to provide extra support for my home account. And I am proud that I would be able to extend more than being a regular rep. I just need more help from my trainers and fellow peer trainers. :p ) Unhappy and happy. Both I see. Tap my back then I feel fine. Knock on wood send me to cloud 9. Congratulations to Liza, JR, Gab, Leo, Lea and me! Good job to the team who've took care of us - Miches, Rico, B'ley, Cheeky and Vince. And to the additional advices of Meg, Lit and Aaron. Thanks, guys! *me knocking my head* Do not dwell on that. Come on. *another bop on the head*
posted by Arn at 10:04 PM
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
Egg Yolk Floats On Its White04.16.06 Easter Sunday 3:10pm Music: All Falls Down - Kanye West Ok. I'll start this post with a text message coming from a friend back in college. "Believe in God's constant love for you and hold on to the truth that the best years of your life are still ahead of you and not behind you, enjoy life! Happy Easter!" Chiela sent this message to me twice. The first was at 9:22am. The same message was sent a few minutes after. It always happens to me that after putting my phone back to my drawer when I thought that someone just texted me only to find out that I have no new messages, my phone would beep a sound for a new one in my inbox. This message happened to be sent after I turned off my cd player as I was preparing to leave for work. By the way, I am filling in a teammate's schedule. Actually, my schedule would last a week. I would be here from 2pm til 11pm. A whole week swap since this schedule would allow me to attend my scheduled training this coming week. It was difficult to get a ride today. I spent almost an hour waiting for either an fx taxi or bus going to Cubao. But all those that passed me by are loaded and they could not even fit a single, skinny passenger like me. Add in the scorching heat of the sun and my crumbling stomach. By the time a bus stopped to pick me up, I was all tired. Yet, I had to stand up and cling somewhere for support. Most of the passengers were in groups, specifically families. They know now the strategy. After a holiday, it would best to be the first to head back to Manila since buses would be jampacked more often than not. Big baggages were everywhere as well a kids. I know it would be straining for kids to travel far distances with the climate and condition of the bus (ordinary). Eevrything else about my ride was typical. But the one that I liked best was the convesation between the mother and her son. No, I was not eavesdropping. They were just an inch beside me. The mother was pointing SM North and GMA network to her son. See, how shopping malls already became a landmark to most of us especially those coming from a province. When I was younger, I usually look for big building outisde the window everytime I was riding a bus here in the metro. As a kid, I was amazed by the facade of tall buildings and malls. I admit that I would consider SM North as the best that time. But as I grew up and move forward, SM is still SM and those buildings that I used to stare in awe are still standing tall along EDSA. I guess, seeing them every so often somehow lessened the excitement of seeing it again for the nth time. I have been travelling and working for more than eight years of my life (college included). Perhaps, I already got used to seeing them. Now read again the text message I've posted above. The third line to be exact. At this point, I or we could still not figure which is the best since we have 24 hrs to live each day. Anything nice or not so nice may happen. And that is what I am up for. What is ahead of me. What is a surprise or if there ain't any surprises at all. I have delighted myself in seeing what city life was in my yester years. I looked forward those malling days when I was a kid. What I thought are the best may or may not be that one since I am still living and chances are I may be seeing something new, something wild or something outrageous in the near future. Same with people. I have those whom I think are the best for and with me. I am not also forgetting that in every time I walk by the walkway or ride a bus or eat at the canteen, I may or may not meet a person whom could turn out to be a good friend. You know those things that would only materialize until you get there. Happy Easter! Post Script: This may have a relation to Easter and to that text message above. As I was waiting for my ride, 5 children were walking towards my direction. Two of them were carrying sacks. One was empty, the other was full of palstic containers (empty margarine container, water container, cups, and the like). To my estimate they were around 3-6 years old. One of the kids even picked up a fallen macopa fruit lying in front of me. After a few minutes, I saw them again going back carrying another emprt sack. I think they were picking up "junk" along the highway. I had these thoughts in mind: they were doing most kids do on easter - easter egg hunting. But theirs were not eggs; it was almost lunch time yet these kids were still out in the street doing something that they should not be doing; they were walking on the same street where buses, cars and trucks also pass by; and, some kids do not have the luxury to play... just play and consume all their time playing and enjoying that childhood stage.
posted by Arn at 4:56 PM
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Friday, April 14, 2006
04.13.06 Maundy Thur
5:39 pmI am at work today. Yes, today is part of the two-day declared official holiday but I am here working. Ding! Ding! It only means two things: Double pay and a ride-going-home hunt later. Actually, I was more than 2 hours early today. I didn't want to be late. Anyway, good thing that I didn't receive much calls. But I haven't hit the target handling time from the past 4 days that I was here working. So, I am pretty sure that for this week, I would not hit the required AHT at all. Since it is downtime, I browsed thru friendster to use up my time. I could not fall asleep which is bad. Unfortunately, I was not able to change something in my account's settings. I was too eager to know if this certain person already viewed my profile. Also, I checked on the photo slideshow. And was I surprised to learn some things about the people connected to me. Here they are: a.) I know my cousin is working somewhere in the Middle East. But it's only now that I knew she's in Qatar; b.) at least two of my teammates have uploaded new pictures; c.) a former teammate already has braces on his teeth; d.) my other cousin visited India recently; e.) a friend passed a licensure exam; f.) most of my friends in college who took another degree after we graduate are now nursing and/or medicine graduates; g.) also, most of my friends in college seemed like they've undergone a make over. Almost all of them had developed physically, perhaps emotionally as well by the way they smile and pose on camera; h.) another friend has started training for his first job; i.) everybody loves themselves by the way of their pictures (But I think you should include me as well). Alright, I hope to get home early. Or at least find a ride home easily. If I may add to this, I hope the ride to and from the office tomorrow be available. Though I am already on leave, I still plan to work. I think this would be my sacrifice on Good Friday. I should not abandon my duty in the office. Yes, it's another double pay day. But I would be more productive if I am here. I hope not to eat meat also. And, my supervisor already came back from her training in Seattle. Haven't talked to her that much yet. But I was already updated through her blog. And I got this cola-flavoured lolli and..hmm, let me check this chocolate bar... Lindt swiss classic milk crisp hazelnut. Sounds yummy, right? Thanks, Ia. :) Also, from the featured I added in our support site, it is our team's profile that I am having a hard time the most. I guess I already had an HTML overload that's why my brain could not consume any applications any longer. But I would still do the trial and erro method once in awhile until I get the proper design. So, there. I'm feeling both hungry and full. Probably, the softdrinks. 04.14.06 Good Friday
4:54pm
I was early again for work. Now, my only problem is my ride home.
posted by Arn at 4:58 PM
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Thank You! (Maiba naman. Puro na lang dates ang nauuna sa posts ko.) 04.11.06 Tues
3:12pm
Music: Girl Like You - Edwin Collins (This has nothing to do with post. I was just humming this while waiting for my ride this morning.) Thank You! For keeping me sane, loving, healthy, fighting, strong, observant... for the loud music I play when I am troubled that unburdens me, for the piercing heat of the summer sun that reminds me how I am not friends with rain, for cheap lunch I take everyday at work that gives me extra change for my next cd purchase, for my feet that walks from the train station to the office and back which allows me to wander and appreciate nature sun up and sun down, for my work which lets me communicate and helps me put money in my pocket, government and my brothers' school,for my stomach that never complains while I take in full cream milk, for the people I usually see when I'm on my way to work - for they push me more to work hard and never give up. I had another realization last night to be thankful all my life. We had a visitor. Actually, my sister's. She came from a province far from where we live. For months, she been seeking help to my sister to help her get a job anywhere. From what I know, she grew up taking good care of nuns in a convent. I think one of the nuns she looked after died already due to old age. She went back home after. She has 3 siblings and she's the eldest. Their youngest is 12. I kinda eavesdropped her talk with my mom since they're with me in the living room watching tv. My mom would be accompanying her to one of our relatives. My aunt is looking for someone who would look over an elderly. Not really a helper but a company in the elderly's house. From her exact words to my mom, "Ngayon pa lang po, salamat na..." (That's like thank you in advance.) Imagine her leaving her family whom she's looking for a job away from their home. She's the eldest. I assume that she stands as the head of the family already since both of her parents are already gone. It's somewhat movie-like but I have these images of someone saving, perhaps in a "Via Air Mail" envelope or small wallet, from his/her monthly pay and then excitedly sending the savings to the province. Another would be doing his/her best at his/her job. while doing the job, the person is smiling, keeping in mind that he/she is doing it for a loved one. Do you get my point? I know I need not hear something like this again to realize how hard it is to live... how hard life is. You know when someone's very hopeful and excited to start up something that he/she thinks would make a difference in his/her life? That's what I saw in her face last night. She was like ready even if you would tell her that she would start her work on that very minute. From all the hardships and failures, doubts and helplessness, hurt and despair, I think appreciation is the key.
posted by Arn at 4:09 PM
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Monday, April 10, 2006
04.10.06 Mon
3:58pm
Music: Invisible War - Sitti (from her debut album, "Cafe Bossa." I got a copy last Friday.) Rant muna bago ang lahat: 1.) Pasaway pa din talaga yung mga babaeng ayaw sumunod sa seggragation scheme sa MRT. 2.) Parang magulang na yung dahon ng sili na isinahog sa tinola dun sa canteen na kinakainan ko. Ok, on with a better topic. It's the time of the year. Mahal na araw. Siguro kung big deal man 'to sakin ngayon ay sa kadahilanang hindi ko ito gaano nang na-o-observe ng maayos di gaya nung youngster pa lang ako. Ni hindi nga ako nakapag-Ash Wednesday nitong taon. At kahapon, hindi rin ako nakapag-Palm SUnday. (Pero ako yung bumili ng palaspas nung Sabado na papa-bless sa simbahan.) Marami din kasi akong ginagawa. (Alam ko di 'to matinong rason para sa espiritwal na obligasyon ko.) Mula pa noon ay naka-plano na kung ano ang kadalasang ginagawa ko pag rest days ko. Nataon pa ngayon na weekends ang off ko kaya wala akong excuse na di mag-simba. (Masama na kung masama pero mas nararamdaman ko ang misa pag regular na araw ako nagsimba at di gaanong jampacked ang simbahan.) Noong nasa high school pa ko, eh talagang tutok ako sa mga activities pag Holy Week. (Opo, solid ako sa Catholic school.) Kadalasan ang kasama ko sa mga lakaran pag Holy Week ay mga kaibigan ko. Nagpu-prusisyon kami. Nagpapalaspas. Nag-aalay lakad. Nanonood ng senakulo. Siguro ang pinakanakatatak na sa aking utak ay yung matapos kaming mag-alay lakad mula HUwebes Santo ng gabi hanggang Biyernes Santo ng umaga ay sinundan namin ng pag-akyat sa Kapitangan, isang baryo sa kabilang bayan samin na may mga nagpi-penetesya at nagpapapako sa krus. Manonood muna kami ng senakulo bago lumisan. Ang pinakahihintay sa gabing yun, Huwebes Santo, ay ang pagbibigti ni Hudas. ISa din sa pinakahihintay ang paglabas ng demonyo dahil sa sound effects na dala nto. Bale syempre pag bata ka, di maiiwasan ang iringan sa ibang barkada. Oras din yun na mang-chicks ang ilan. Sabay-sabay naglalakad ang lahat patungo sa mga kapilya/bisita na sakop ng parokya. Kasabay ng paglakad ay pagdarasal. Kanya-kanyang porma. Kanya-kanyang grupo. Ang bawat bisita ay may handang pa-merienda. Isa ito sa mga inaabangan ng mga batang sumasama. Karaniwan ay pan de sal at kape ang bigay. Maswerte na kung may goto o sotanghon. Di pa kasali dyan ang pagpukol sa mga mangga sa kani-kanilang bakuran na nadaraanan. Minsan pa nga, eh nagso-shortcut kami para makarating sa susunod na bisita at maunahan yung ilan. Nung makarating kami sa baryo bago pa yung samin, napasama kami sa isang barkadahan na taga-samin din. Kaso may nakaaway sila. Kaya dun kami pumunta sa bahay ng isang kilala ng barkadang yun at plinano kung pano lilituhin yung mga humahabol sa kanila. Di ko man gustuhin ay nadamay na din ang barkada namin dahil napasama kami sa kanila. At niyaya din nila kami pandagdag pwersa. Kaya sa may gilid kami ng sapa dumaan hanggang sa maputik na bukid. Narating namin ang baryo namin bandang alas 6. Dun naman nila inabangan yung nakaaway nila. At hindi na ko nagulat sa mga sumunod na nangyari. Dinistilyador (screwdriver) lang naman ng kaibigan ko ang isa sa mga nakaaway nila. Sa ganito, malakas ang loob namin dahil nasa teritoryo na namin kami at sila ang nagmistulang dayo maski na kasama talaga sa alay lakad ang papalit-palit ng lugar. Pagkatapos nun, napagdesisyunan naming manood ng nagpapapako sa krus. Hagilapan kami ng bike. Yun wala na gaya ko ay nanghiram na lang. Malas pa't mountain bike ang napunta sakin. Eh, ayoko pa naman nun. Malayo ang sisikarin makarating lang dun. Isipin mong nasa highway kami at kasabayan namin ang mga sasakyan. Di pa nga kami nakakarating sa pupuntahan ay sumemplang na ko. Nailang kasi ko sa jeep sabay nabaling ko pa ang manibela papunta sa tubo ng tubig. Ayun at bumagsak ako. (Naniwala na din ako na medyo lapitin ang tao ng disgrasya tuwing Biyernes Santo.) Minura pa ko ng driver ng jeep na kasunod ko. Syempre nakakahiya at madaming nakakita. Kaya nung nakahanap kami ng pwedeng pagpahingahan ay huminto muna kami. Doon na napansin nung nanghiram ng bike na tagilid na ang manibela at gulong nito. Bago pa naman. Abala din ang bike. Pataas ang lugar na panunuoran namin. Kaya inakay na lang namin ito. Yung mga tapos nang magpenitensya o maghampas ng bagay na nakakapagpadugo ng likod ay lulusong dun sa kalapit ng sapa para maghugas. Dun naman sa papako sa krus ay sa may bukid. Ayos naman kasi nga nun lang ako nakapanood nun. Sinulit ko na din kasi alam kong papagalitan ako paguwi ko. Ayun. Sa mga prusisyon naman, siguro ang pinaka-ok ay yung iilawan mo ang patron ng baranggay nyo. Syempre pag prusisyon sa parokya, sama-sama yung iba pang Poon ng ibang baryo. Nakikita ko din noon ang mga kaklase kong taga-ibang lugar. Alam ko yung ganitong tradisyon ay tinitira ng ibang relihiyon dahil sumasamba daw sa idols. Pero aminin natin na iba ang pakiramdam pag prusisyon. Iba yung dating ng ilaw ng mga kandila, ayos ng karo at musiko ng banda. Pag senakulo naman.. ay, siya nga pala. Nagsimula na to sa amin. At kasali ang kuya ko. Wala lang. Di ko naman kasi kasundo yun. Pero mainam na din yun at may pagkakaabalahan siya. Kahapon, pumunta ko dun sa may bisita at sa gilid lang nito ginaganap ang senakulo mga bandang alas 9. Putok ng kwitis ang karaniwang hudyat ng pagsisimula nito. Di ako pumunta dun para manood. Nagpasama ako sa pamangkin ko mga bandang 6:30 para bumili ng mga pagkaing binebenta sa gilid. Opo, tuwa na ko sa street foods. Isa din to sa inaabangan pag Mahal na Araw samin. Tukneneng at fishball ang binili ko. Yung tukneneng, may sisiw o wala, P7 lang. Yung fishball, P0.50 isa. Pero yung fishball na to, eh yung gawa sa harina na may onion springs at galunggong at di yung puti lang. Sa limang tukneneng, o seho kung tawagin, at 18 fishballs, P44 lang ang nagastos ko. Itong darating na Biyernes Santo ay nag-file ako ng leave sa office. Di pa siya na-a-approve. Sinisiguro ko lang kasi baka wala akong masakyan at ma-late pa ko. I'm still in the running for that hard to accomplish prize. SIguro kung kaya kong pasukan, eh papasok ako. DOuble pay yun. Kailangan ko ng perang pang-enrol ng kapatid ko. Kahapon sa Y Speak, topic kung, "Holy pa ba ang Holy Week?" Observance and all. Kasi ito lang siguro yung time na mas enforced na mag-isip-isip tayo sa mga actions natin. Like Christmas na mas emphasized magbigayan. Pero kahit kelan at anong panahon naman pwedeng magbigayan at mag-isip-isip. Mas malakas lang ang pagpapaalaala satin ng simbahan at mga matatanda na obserbahan ang panahong ito. May itinakdang araw kasi. Siguro, di ko man gaanong nagagawa ang tradisyunal na obligasyon pag Mahal na Araw, meron naman akong nagagawang alternatibo. Gaya ng blog na ito. Tingin ko naman kahit paaano may nare-realize ako at yung mga kaibigan kong nagbabasa nito tungkol sa buhay-buhay. Bago ko malumot, bahagi ko lang ito mula sa Bible: "There are seven things that the Lord hates and cannot tolerate: A proud look, a lying tongue, hands that kill innocent people, a mind that thinks up wicked plans, feet that hurry off to do evil, a witness who tells one lie after another, and a man who stirs up trouble among friends." - Pr. 6:16-19 On the lighter note, nakakatawa kanina nung lunch ko. Magdadasal na sana ko ng "Bless US O, Lord" bago kumain kaso ang nasabi ko matapos mag-sign of the cross ay, " [Name of my account] my name is Arnold, how can I help you?" Labo.
posted by Arn at 5:01 PM
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Friday, April 07, 2006
04.03.06 Mon
6:45pmI don't know if changing my shampoo brand was a bright idea. I am now having flakes and I could not bear it any longer. 04.04.06 Tues
6:43pmLSS: Oo (Fragmented Remix) - UdD I just made some minor updates in our support site. Yes, I am helping the main man (Shall I say woman?) doing the job. I only serve as a backup. With this, I hope to be more engrosed into computers, html and stuff. I am actually having a hardtime since I have a lot of notepads in my screen. This pc has no Microsoft Frontpage also. And this blinking word file wouldn't want to be closed is already bugging me. Anyway, if I would not be able to catch up tomorrow on my post that means I am busy manipulating html codes here and there. I just hope my teamates would like our added "stuff" in it :teehee: 04.05.06 Wed
5:52pm
I did another modification in our support site today. It was time consuming since I do not have some tools for editing. So, I now dependent on notepads and copy paste keys. Anyway, I didn't enjoy my lunch/snack since it was just only a plate of pancit (a kind of noodle). After eating, I went straight to Burger Machine to get their Ultimate Double Burger. Also, I am set for an interview tomorrow. No biggie for the position. I just felt I had to stand up. I hope that my answers to the intervier/s questions would be the one that they want to hear. If not, I hope they would understand my answers. I think I have tired eyes already. HTMLs made my day today. Later. 04.06.06 Thur
6:14pm
I finished another part of our support site. Just an add on for a certain procedure. Also, I am done with my interview this morning. Everything's okay. And I should be anticipating the training already. But I need to figure out how since the training schedule would hit my shift. Alright, I got tired again. So, this would be my post for today. And oh. I didn't like my lunch. My nilaga was freezing cold. 04.07.06 Fri
3:13pm
Ordinary People 1.) It was cool to see a guy browsing on some girly stuff. I saw someone picking from piles of clothes in a mall here. Maybe that's for his sister, girlfriend, mother. See, thoughtfulness is something. Some guys are too shy to browse on female stuff. 2.) I saw someone who has a tattoo on his left arm. I was supposed to get on after my first job. But I had a minor injury on the part where I should have it inked so I decided not to. Good thing I did. I could not imagine myself with a tattooed, wrinkled skin. 3.) A person asking for directions are no pretenders. I salute them. It just shows that every now and then, a person needs a little help from someone. 4.) Also, a couple having a simple photo op in a certain place like Greenbelt is good to watch. No, I am not having any malice in that. No PDA. But just a simple smile and their camera phone. Let's just say I like pictures. 5.) If only I had a digital camera, I could have taken photos of security guards in their daily inspection at Park Square, perhaps with their commander. Reminds me of those ROTC days. 6.) I know we all respect old age. I respect to what an old man has become due to his experiences. But everybody's equal. Everybody deserves even just a little respect. This morning I happend to sit on the three-seater chair of the bus. To my opposite was a two-seater. The sun was shining on my side. I was seated beside an old couple. Perhaps on their 50's-60's. We all understand that it's summer, right? The two-seater chair beside me was vaccated. The couple beside me was about to transfer there to avoid the sun but a man was faster to take one of the seats. So, the husband asked his wife to take the other seat. He stood in front of me and told me to move beside the window, that same place where his wife came. I was supposed to be polite to answer that it was hot in that place. But his head and mouth movements irked me. He was already commanding me to move to that hot place. Btw, I was also under the sun that time. Being pissed, I answered, "Eh, di ako naman ang maiinitan?" (without saying any "po" and "opo"). he had no choice but to sit back on his place. Then, he and his wife began talking about the law board passers as it was also shown on the bus' tv. And they would have comments here and there about the schools with me in between them. 7.) Wherelse could you see a lola (grandma) in her maong skirt, chucks, big earrings and sando but in Cubao. I arrive there at around 8-8:30pm everyday and I would usually see "for hire" ladies walking around. I think this site would never change.
posted by Arn at 5:34 PM
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Monday, April 03, 2006
04.03.06 Mon
10:02am
LSs: Oo - Up Dhrama Down (for the nth time) HaltIt is graduation season once again. And the most exciting about it, I guess, would be the anticipation of/prepation for this day. I could barely remember my college graduation date. All I know was the date we marched was also the exact date of a teen actor's internment. Anyway, prior to graduation day my friends and I enjoyed our very solemn Baccalaureate Mass. Imagine the UST campus trooped by the graduationg batch parading with balloons, banners and what have you's. After we're reached our designated seats, we did another round of picture taking. We were also observing our fellow graduates. We were holding a long-stemmed white rose from our friend, Ac and a UST pin. The mass started past 5pm, I think. I was just reunited with two of my buds in college, John and Ronald. For a few days, I moved out of our barkada (group). We had misunderstandings and of course, I would admit that a part of it would be my thought of graduation - leaving. I was so used to meeting my all my barkadas before and after class. I must say I wasn't ready to graduate and end my college years. The atmosphere was relatively sad that night. We lit candles from the torch brought by our respective college deans. There was symbolism there somewhere. After it, the we exchanged our pins. I gave my UST pin to my friend, Joms, while his to me. After that "pinning" ceremony, I went out of my way to shake the hands of my friends and classmates. I was a bit embarassing since I was one of the very few who were crying. So, think of me covering my face with my left hand while I use my right hand shaking everyone's hand and saying, "Congrats." Imagine the graduates celebrating in the field with a spectacular fireworks display to end the night and the breath-taking, well-lit UST main bldg in the background. sadly, I still do not have a photo of me with the main bldg as my background. If you happened to pass by UST before, you know what I mean during night time and that main bldg would have its glow. I am reposting for another time these pictures during our Phycology class (We were looking for some algae around the campus and my teacher happened to be a multi-talented - violinist, poet, writer, author, researcher, etc - person photography included.), start of ur Baccalaureate Mass 2002 and after the graduation rites. 
 After my professor called my name on stage and had my tassel done by the dean, I gave my professor a pat on his back while he was still reading on the names of my classmates. I also didn't have my picture taken by the photographer since they charge too much. And was I glad that I didn't since my classmates looked so tired in their pictures. Some didn't even have the best angle. What a waste of money. Now, some of my classmates are graduating from medical schools. Honeslty, I was envious of them. Having a title may assure one a brighter future. But I am happy for them because that is what they wanted. I am also happy for myself because that is not what I wanted for myself. ****************** MRT already began its segragation scheme last Saturday. Since it's just the start of my week, I only experienced it just this morning. Of course, I followed the instructions. I usually ride the first coach/car of the train. But now it is intended for the ladies, elderly, disabled and those who have their kinds with them. The last two are for men. The MRT announcer kept on reminding the passengers about their new policy. I was waiting for my ride and that would be on the second coach/car. A few women were also waiting there in that same area that I was in. I wasn't sure if they were not paying attention but it seemed that theuy didn't want to move their butt from the area. In fact, they went in that coach intended for guys. Yet some women would complain that they don't want to have gusy around in public transpos. Hard headed. ****************** My lastest purchase in our neighborhood supermarket: ice shaver. Since our blender works not so well, I decided to buy something manually operated. Along with it, I bought a can of sweet style corn kernels and evap milk. It took me a month to decide if I should get that one. I am looking forward to using it next week. And no. You would not be seeing me selling halo-halo at the corner of our street :p ****************** An email forwareded by my former teammate, Mitch: FW: Amazing Equation From a strictly mathematical viewpoint: What Equals 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 in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%? What equals 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 12 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, look how far the love of God will take you L- O- V- E-O-F-G-O-D 12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101% Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!
posted by Arn at 1:25 PM
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