Mental Blabberings

I would first off like to say I love my Baby. I would rather keep her anonymity intact, and would not dare divulge her identity in the near future. As for now, let me just say that I love you baby, and hope you're reading my blog. Now as for the real motive of the blog, I'm just waiting to sign the contract with my employer, with whom I will be working for starting tuesday. I'm at another crossroads where on my way to graduating, I would be working and actually earning money doing work that I would (supposedly) enjoy. From what I'm hearing, the arrangements sound great. The starting pay isn't really spectactular, but considering that I'm going to start probationary, I would take the offer nonetheless. The company is based in Makati, and I would supposedly be doing field work too, travelling all over the country and maybe out of the country. I'm definitely looking forward to that, but then I would still have to worry about the last 10 units of my college l

Just when you think life is this boring thing you just go through, God lets you meet someone who will make life so much more than something you never thought you had. If you're not happy with your life, I pity you. If you want to be happy in your life, look for a reason to live -- your purpose, your passion. Don't take it from me, but I've found my love (and life) at a time when I was cynical and turning into someone I didn't want to be. It can be theraputic, especially when you think life is not going the way you wish it would. Look at me now, I'm just plain happy. I've never felt this before -- alive, happy, unconditionally in love with someone. She's just what I've been needing in my life. I found her when I wasn't looking, in the place I always envisioned meeting the person for me. I thought I was in love then, but I realize that I was wanting to be in love. I courted someone for two years, but wasn't really entirely sure if she was the on

Yesterday, I had the chance to cook pasta for my relatives. I should say, it was the product of a *ahem* experiment I did, a day after I came from Puerto Galera. I did mention that we cooked Fetuccine Carbonara (thanks Kim) when we were there, and I got the confidence to actually try and cook pasta. I never really did so before because I didn't know how to cook the friggin noodles. Now that I know how to cook the noodles (thanks to Kim again), I can experiment all I want. So here are the ingredients: 1 white onion, chopped 1 head garlic, chopped 2 kalamansi (or if you have small lemons, better) 4-6 tomatoes (depends on the size, all finely chopped) 4 cherry tomatoes (squished)* 3 green bell peppers (chopped) 1/2 kg Spaghetti noodles 100 ml Olive Oil (preferrably Extra Virigin) 2 cans tuna flakes in oil a couple of spring onions (chopped) (enough salt, pepper) parsley (finely chopped)* oregano leaves (dried)* cheese (cheddar or parmaesan, grated) Procedure: P

I just got back home yesterday from the Puerto Galera gimmick of the UPLB Swimming Team. We got bonded quite well, learning a lot of things about pretty much everybody. We know the little quirks now, some personal history, and we came out of the outing with a better idea of who each of us really are. We got really close over drinks, and we were able to enjoy time with each other as friends. It was all well and good while we were at Puerto Galera, but at some point in time you need to come back to reality. And that happened yesterday. I'm already reeling from a very nice time with the Swimming Team when we got back to UPLB yesterday. However I had to find out what my grades were in my Computer Science subjects. To boot, I was having a blast enjoying time with my teammate who I'm currently courting. We discovered so much about each other in a span of 3 days, and we are really just enjoying each other's company. I love her though, and I won't mind spending more time wit

To Puerto Galera or NOT... Should that even be a choice? But when you're 21, living with your dad, and you're mom's in California -- you need to ask permission. And for a while back there, I was inches away from not being allowed to go to Puerto Galera TOMORROW!!! :D I might not be blogging from tomorrow until friday, since I don't know if there are internet shops in that part of the Philippines. I'm willing to bet there are places there with internet access, but going there would be a last resort for satisfying my blogging urges. I might resort to writing down with pen and pencil, and keeping my thoughts to myself. But somehow, I'd want feedback from whoever is reading my writings. And if the blogging urges are too strong, I can always commute to Calapan (an hour to two or so from the Poblacion of Puerto Galera) and satisfy my urges there. If that's not an option, I could just shower with cold water. I had to ask permission from my mom who's half

Congratulations to my cousin Jeffrey and his wife Menchie. They just got married yesterday, and I must say it was a beautiful day. The chapel at Calaruega, Tagaytay is really something else -- the effect of the rays of the sun of midday streaking through the windows into the hall while my cousin and his wife are getting married is really special. I'm not much of a sentimental person, but if I may say I was holding back the tears while they exchanged their vows. At the reception, I was the emcee along with Menchie's friend. It was a classic case of the impromptu clueless host show -- we were making up things we were going to say on the spot. It went well as far as I'm concerned but there were a few delays due to unforseen technical difficulties. After the programme, people were congratulating me and my co-emcee for a job well done -- I don't know if it's patronizing us, out of courtesy, or ture. I may never know. During the reception, the cameras and the camera

A while earlier, I took the final exam for CMSC 150 at the Institute of Computer Science in UPLB. I've taken it a year ago, and failed miserably. And that might just happen again since I didn't have 1 sure answer in the 50 item multiple choice exam. I didn't study and I will deserve whatever grade I have, but I'm thinking "oh no, what about my varsity membership? how about the SCUAA?!" That exam was really something else. It was supposed to test your understanding and mastery of the concepts. I know half of that I learned from CMSC 150, and I could even explain them to you. However, if you put it in writing and ask me "Which among these statements are true about LU Decomposition?" -- then I'll start having a problem. I can't complain because I didn't study (at all) but I know I could have done so much better. I just hope my lab instructer will allow me to do extra work to catch up for the passing grade -- I have a bad feeling that the

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I woke up a couple of hours ago, after sleeping 8 hours. Started sleeping at around 430 in the morning and then woke up around 1 pm. Haven't eaten lunch yet, or anything real from then till now, but I'm not complaining. I've had too much fun yesterday, it's almost unimaginable for me to complain. Gimmick at Blue Onion at Eastwood, Libis. That was one fine place, and with family around me, it felt so much better. Went out with counsins from the first and second degree and we had so much fun, some things couldn't be mentioned out of discretion. However, I will have to say that alcohol gets to me pretty well (not quick, but just effectively). I've pretty much freaked out my cousins with my dance moves, and am just thankful that we're family. After the gimmick, I treated my cousins to shawarma and kebab at this place at Quezon Avenue (Mr. Kebab is the place if I recall correctly) and I've been treated to the best shawarma and kebab I've ever had. T

I just came home from a pathetic excuse for an exam. I didn't study, and I will deserve whatever grade I get for the exam. The exam doesn't even encourage you to answer the questions... Why? Because it's an all or nothing exam. See, if you don't answer it correctly, there goes the item. And it's an exam on computation . Computation, not analysis or identification, or true or false. It's an all or nothing exam on computation . Who the hell makes an exam like that? For a numerical analysis/scientific computing class, it's just unacceptable. It could be, if you really know what you're teaching and that you really teach -- and teach well enough that students actually understand what you're teaching. I could have imagined an all-or nothing take home exam, but one in two hours involving just you, your pen, your calculator, your 2 blue books, a proctor with sore eyes, and 5 questions involving computations -- down right stupid. I wouldn't wonder why

I just got home from an overnight hackfest at my groupmate's place. We were faced with a pretty simple problem nobody wanted to solve: How to parse and extract content from an ATOM feed and create a data structure containing articles/entries to be rendered by either a GUI frontend, or some webservice others might want to build. *hint* *hint* So there we were, 11 pm in the evening still sifting through the documents we could use for the crafting of an ATOM parser. Of course my conscience couldn't take just getting a ready made parser from the web and puttin it into our project. That wouldn't be very nice of me would it... Even if it was open source or something, it doesn't show what I can really do with my knowledge and abilities. And besides, my groupmates counted on me to get something working... Even I was counting on me to get something working, so I had to get at it with all my programming powers in high gear. So after a couple of bags of chips, dimsums, mata

Thanks to YOU and Joey Alarilla for featuring the tanggero of the most recent UPLB Computer Science Society gimmick. Click here to read the feature. :D Chillin' big time...

I just got home from a night out with my lady development communication teacher friends. It was quite a day I had, and I'm prepared to share notable details about it... So friends, countrymen, and passer-by's, hold on to your beer. I woke up around 10 am in the morning feeling refreshed from a very very nice workout Coach had us do the day before: 20 laps warmup, 20 laps with the improvised-but-effective power paddle + pull buoy (freestyle/crawl), 20 laps with the kickboard (flutter kick), and 20 laps "cool down". But apparently, the 80 laps were not enough, and we did sprints and swimming form checks. Oh, and my teammates are getting stronger, so I should take this training a lot more seriously. So back to my day... Woke up at 10, swirled in bed a little, and had my nutritional diet fix for brunch (technically lunch because I had it at around 11:50). Then, I got to pay the electricity bill, and on the way I was texting (SMS'ing) the girl that sent me on a t

I just got home from swim training. Yesterday was a killer day, having swam from 2pm (in the not so high sun of the October day) to 6pm in the evening. 4 hours of swimming, although in a very relaxed or should I say controlled pace. I never thought this exercise of mine would do wonders for my endurance but low and behold, I just swam around 80 laps today. And talk about feeling sexy by the day... Although looking sexy is something I'm really working on. HARD. Been spending a lot of time lately with this teammate of mine who's got me going into a tailspin. She makes me feel oh so nice, warm and fuzzy inside. We're just enjoying our time, and I am really thankful that she's taking the person that I am in stride. However, I am wondering if I could really court her for 2 years... Perhaps that's something I should see for myself. But I always do like a challenge. And I've already done that, so I shouldn't be worried... Too much... Right? Anyway, I've b

I've been too duped the past two days that blogging something worth blogging (like drinking and Jose Rizal ) wasn't really in the list of things to do. So I guess I went around cyberspace and through my blogroll and read through what other people have been writing about. I especially have gone fond of reading through Jo Disini's blog. She's a lady in New York living alone trying to get by and journal things that have been happening to her in her daily life in the busy metropolis. I actually look to read her posts almost everyday now, and it fascinates me how much things you can get to learn when reading other people's blogs. Another blog I've been visiting quite often is Joey Alarilla's blog. He's a writer at Inq7.net, and writes a column (@Play) on the online component of inq7.net (Infotech section). The last I checked, Jo Disini's blog was being featured at his column. Now I'm getting why this blogger thing is a great tool for meeti

Can somebody please remind me why I drink myself to death and live to tell about it? Maybe because someone's going to have to do it. See, when you're the youngest among the drinking group (according to UPLB COSS tradition) you get to pour the drinks for everyone. With that tradition, I became the "IT" person who pours the drinks for everyone yesterday. That was until things turned out for the worse. See, what was neglected to be mentioned (or the fact of the position) is that when you pour too much, you drink it. Or, when you open a bottle of any liquor, the devil's part is yours. Read again: The Devil's Part is YOURS. That effectively makes you the devil, or more prone to being "bedevilled" in the near future. And believe me, that happens pretty quickly to me. So there I was among my brods and sisses, and I pour the drinks for everybody. I try my best to put in as little as possible so that everyone gets to drink from the whole bottle. We went