Mental Blabberings

I've been writing for most of the past few days, and once in a while I try to do what most aspiring authors do -- start writing. I've written a lot regarding my thesis, and I've written a lot on this blog -- little snippets of things that should be kept private but nonetheless made public for amusement. I've tried my best to put my experiences on the net and maybe, just maybe, be able to touch someone else's life or just give them a glimpse into my not so exiting life. I've done a lot of thinking for both trivial and important things, and I've most of the time written them online. I've tried to do what I think would be the best for me and other people, however I've also put some of these things into writing. However, I haven't tried actually writing about something, which for some people think would be ironic for me. I've tried to do what most people who like to write do -- keep things simple and write it as it is. I have done some news

Guys who have gone out to guy places know that the best combination for a great night out is booze, girls, and low lighting. Even if you dole out lots and lots of cash, there's nothing better than getting a fix -- someone to hold, someone to talk to, and someone who wouldn't mind getting drunk with you in a skimpy outfit. And best of all, it's all just business -- nothing personal, just business (and pleasure). Having gone through that really bad experience last night, I would be glad to share a couple of things that I could (without sounding too crass, vulgar, nor tactless). Just remember, it's not the person, it's the situation. Last night I was with a lady named Kaye (just barely remembering her name), who was young (18), energetic, and playful. She was very good with her hands, holding mine, holding the ice cold beer, and stroking my arm. She stood a nice 5'7" (as tall as I was) and had a very shapely (although not too curvacious) body. Enough

I almost forgot about my very unique experience around 4-5:30 today. It involved me, the super senior, and three young freshmen. I was tasked by the local experimental radio station in UPLB to "train" the freshmen on proper voice modulation (among other things) when talking on radio. I don't really think I am qualified to train anybody when it comes to radio and broadcasting -- mainly because I'm a BS Computer Science student, too far from the appropriate Development Communication course. Although I had been broadcasting for around 2 years already, that doesn't make me an authority -- or at least I thinki it doesn't. In that particular training session, I had to tame (literally) three enthusiastic, idealistic, excited, and somewhat "too-disillusioned-still-that-yehey-they-got-into-UP" kind of happy children. It's really the first time I got in contact with children who have just gotten into the university already too eager to try and prove

I'll be going to ASTI tomorrow, and that's final. I'm going there to setup the ASTI cluster again and make it available from the outside world via SSH. I'm also thinking of putting a web-based monitoring system and a functional mail server on the master node so that I wouldn't be worrying too much about the cluster and the tests I'm going to be running and leaving there. That way when the tests are finished, I could just recieve an email saying so or even the summary of the results of the test! :) Anyway, I'm currently drafting a letter for using the Ateneo cluster for the conclusion of my study on a parallel computational load balancing algorithm. I'm struggling to put into words the specific tests I will be running as well as the specific objectives of the study. I might run the tests at the ASTI cluster first, and fine tune the implementation before I write the letter to the administrator of the AGILA HPC cluster. I'm so pumped up to actuall

It's such a powerful thing, yet it's something we just create out of the blue. Although it's not as simple to manufacture as say, saliva, it's still something very important not only in our bodily functions but for the advancement of our self image, being, and awarenes. Motivation, the factor which determines whether or not you do something, is what life is made of. And if you're not as motivated as the other person, chances are that other person will get ahead better. I am currently going through old email, and even old documents. I think it's high time that I got organized, but my problem is motivation. I'm the only one going through my computer, and I kinda like wading through tons and tons of documents related to my thesis. However, I don't really think it's fun anymore when I get distracted by things that I don't need to see popping up right beside what I'm looking for. That's why I like going to the library and working in silence

Have you ever been tired of the same old things that have been happening in your life? Has your life been too preoccupied with routine that it's not fun anymore? Have you tried escaping into your mind? I've recently tried to play as a Ranger in the NeverWinter Nights original campaign, and although the character was supposed to be a love seeking half-elf neutral and chaotic in nature, I still veer towards the good. Maybe I still need to internalize the character more, or for that matter understand what I should be in the game rather than how to play the game to finish the campaign again. Although I had finished the game using a paladin, I've been discovering a lot of new things with the Ranger. I also needed to get used to slaughtering hordes of creatures using a longbow and lots and lots of normal ammunition. The challenge is different compared to playing the game using a Paladin in terms of combat length and combat action. A more precise approach is needed as a Rang

labs.google.com - Why Work at Google? Ok... This might be too ambitious for me, but I know some friends of mine might want to check this out. If you think you know what you've got to get in, why don't you give this a try? Good luck... :) Chill...

Ok Mapet and Paul, I know you'd love Gmail so I sent you two invites. :) Enjoy with the gmail! :) Chill...

It's been a while since I've checked my mail. And it's also been a while since I've blogged. And since the last time I've blogged, much had happened (I hope that was grammatically correct). And because of that, I am now blogging. I just got my adviser to read my 20 page thesis introduction, which (since I've checked it) now contains a lot of glaring grammatical errors. Good thing I've read through it again, and it's a good thing my adviser didn't have anything to say about it. Unless of course the fact that he wants to see a report/chapter on my methodology -- which is the gist of the thing. Anyhow, I'm now busy running around the UPLB campus getting units for STS and waiting for the petition for a computer science course on compiler design (CMSC 129). However, things haven't been looking up, and with the usual delay accompanied with bureaucracy in a bureaucratic system, I lie in wait... On to the more important things, I've been

Just testing how the new templates will affect the "freshness" of my blog... If anything goes wrong, it's Mapet to blame. :D Chill...

I am at my cousin's place, and theirs is quite a full house -- something taken literally and figuratively. My cousin has 4 siblings, 1 boy and three girls. He's already got a wife, and two beautiful daughters. As for the house, my uncle and aunt also live in the house packed to the brim. It's not small (the house) but it is something of note -- barely able to hold all the people growing in a closely knit community. I'm spending the day (and night) here because I need the internet connection. Our family has been struggling with the bills of late, and the phone line at home just got cut. Anyway, so much for that minor setback, I'm up and writing again as often as I can. And now, I'm also looking for ways of helping out and making some money of my own. In this little corner of this humble home (literally, in a corner) I connect to the internet... I plug my laptop to the ethernet switch, and cruise along with the updates, upgrades, downloads, and surfing I usu

PITA -- Pain Tn The A$$ Ingrown -- grows into the flesh Now, something that grows into the flesh and is a serious PITA isn't good in any way. Unless it's something that's just removed, then it's a good thing. However, the agony is not relpaced by joy -- rather it is eased by relief. And what better to do than to enjoy the feeling of relief while it lasts? For more intellectually relevant discussion, I'm really bothered about how some people look at going to greener pastures a big deal. I've been reading Orlando De Quiros' column at the Philippine Daily Inquirer, and just today I read about his rants about people leaving for greener pastures. He writes, and I quote: "More than anything else, it's our willingness to accept whatever scraps of meat the world offers, or indeed fight for it like snarling dogs, that makes us the toilet cleaners of the world (pardon only the mixed metaphor). The joke between the Filipino and Chinoy graduate, as