I can be sometimes be so unconcerned with what happens around me. This may be due to my being situated at the lowest rung of Maslow's hierarchy. Still looking for that stable supply of wants (food, clothing, shelter) and needs (sex, drugs and alcohol). But let me try and list what important (importance is subjective, what is important to you may be total crap for me and vice-versa) events I remember for at least two weeks ago: stampede at Ultra, landslide at Leyte, UP fair 2006, bird flu pandemic spreading somewhere in Africa, my friend's baby ultrasound pic. The events are not ordered chronologically, I'm trying not to waste brain cycles here.
Anyway Hemmingway before this blog loses all sense for the nth time, I hope you had enough sense to relate the blog's title to one of the events I remembered.
The UP fair this year, like the past fairs, is full of fairness. During the fair time, I always ask friends I meet if they have been to the fair. Out of 12.75 persons I asked, 9.34 said they have been to the fair, and 5.12 of the 9.34 had been there more that once. (The decimal portion of the numbers stated resulted from a complex calculation which includes the number of persons and their BMI, that's body mass index for you).
Bits for trivia gleaned from people from the fair: Kamikaze of the UP fine arts was there and apparently, after years of searching is still looking for their slippers. They performed twice during the week performing their new single Narda (The logic here is if you don't find your slippers, go look for Darna.) Ely Buendia was there with his new band Pupils. I was told the band performed at around 5.30am of Thurday still from Wednesday's act. Hale and Cueshe was there. I really don't know what's wrong with them but there seem to be some underground movement detesting these bands. Eraserfest was the theme during the Fair's friday schedule. Fortunately it didn't rain which means the chances of the bands dying from equipment electrocution went down to 12.74% (I really like putting personally calculated statistical digits here, I feel smarter everytime I whip out numbers like that). The fence didn't breakdown this time keeping the balara kids and krus-na-ligas gang at bay (informal settlers who setup camp indefinitely around the outskirts of UP campus).
On the darker side of things, there were news of a kid's death due to fair related activity. This was not cause by mosh pit induced aggression. He wasn't stabbed or stampeded. I guess you could say he died in his sleep. Rumors has it that an SUV backed down on a lying child on the field. They said the child was sleeping. I didn't care enough to get more details.
None of these were first-hand experiences because I wasn't there.
Damn work.
Thursday, February 23
Friday, February 10
UP fair 2006
I'm remember saying to myself that I will regularly blog. Well, technically speaking, blogging once every two months still counts as regular.
I have nothing to say for now except that the day of sex ...ehrm... commercialized love is again, just days away. Yep, valentine's day.
I'm just glad that me and my significant other (S.O.) has transcended such commercialism and pressure to celebrate that day as the society expects couples to do (which is buy/give expensive gifts, eat at an expensive/romantic resto, and consummate earthly desires at home and/or at a seedy motel). A cup of coke may be less expensive than a glass of red wine. Graham crackers are not pasta. But conversations are always intimate regardless of place and food between two people fond of each other (I'm trying to avoid the cheesy and overused word love here). So dear S.O., this is not an excuse for not going out, to probably full restos, but a reminder that we're beyond that. So prepare yourself for coke and grahams at Aling Nene's Sarisari store on tuesday. (I hope it didn't come off as an obvious excuse for a totally unplanned 14. Ooops, it just did)
* * * *
UP fair is next week!
I've been to the Diliman fair from '98 until '00. On a totally unrelated issue (for now), I'm sure you know UP has been getting lots of freshmen students every year and not so lots of graduates every year. If this goes on every year, UP would be so full of students that the administration would be out of budget to give the so-called quality UP education.
That's where the UP fair comes in.
From what I remember, UP fair is celebrated the whole 2nd week of February. With different daily band lineups from the popular bands, rising bands and unheard of bands, with alcohol served at low prices, and with a cover charge of only ~50 (this was years ago, I heard it's around 85 this time), who would have the energy to go back to school after having fun nightly at fair? Incidentally, the school mandates that the 2nd sems midterms exams are scheduled on the same week.
See the logic so far? Irrestible, affordable, fun gimik at the same time as the exams means high rate of flunking students. Flunking students gets kicked off UP. Student body population shrinks to absorb next year's freshmen. Genius.
Call this a ridiculous conspiracy theory, but they got me this way.
This time, with my computer-genius certifacte a.k.a. diploma now present and safely tucked under my bed, nothing's gonna stop me from fairing every night. O wait, there's work. Naaah..
See you at the fair!
I have nothing to say for now except that the day of sex ...ehrm... commercialized love is again, just days away. Yep, valentine's day.
I'm just glad that me and my significant other (S.O.) has transcended such commercialism and pressure to celebrate that day as the society expects couples to do (which is buy/give expensive gifts, eat at an expensive/romantic resto, and consummate earthly desires at home and/or at a seedy motel). A cup of coke may be less expensive than a glass of red wine. Graham crackers are not pasta. But conversations are always intimate regardless of place and food between two people fond of each other (I'm trying to avoid the cheesy and overused word love here). So dear S.O., this is not an excuse for not going out, to probably full restos, but a reminder that we're beyond that. So prepare yourself for coke and grahams at Aling Nene's Sarisari store on tuesday. (I hope it didn't come off as an obvious excuse for a totally unplanned 14. Ooops, it just did)
* * * *
UP fair is next week!
I've been to the Diliman fair from '98 until '00. On a totally unrelated issue (for now), I'm sure you know UP has been getting lots of freshmen students every year and not so lots of graduates every year. If this goes on every year, UP would be so full of students that the administration would be out of budget to give the so-called quality UP education.
That's where the UP fair comes in.
From what I remember, UP fair is celebrated the whole 2nd week of February. With different daily band lineups from the popular bands, rising bands and unheard of bands, with alcohol served at low prices, and with a cover charge of only ~50 (this was years ago, I heard it's around 85 this time), who would have the energy to go back to school after having fun nightly at fair? Incidentally, the school mandates that the 2nd sems midterms exams are scheduled on the same week.
See the logic so far? Irrestible, affordable, fun gimik at the same time as the exams means high rate of flunking students. Flunking students gets kicked off UP. Student body population shrinks to absorb next year's freshmen. Genius.
Call this a ridiculous conspiracy theory, but they got me this way.
This time, with my computer-genius certifacte a.k.a. diploma now present and safely tucked under my bed, nothing's gonna stop me from fairing every night. O wait, there's work. Naaah..
See you at the fair!
Monday, January 23
Obligatory Pacquiao Article
What else is there to blog at this moment? I was actually involved in a near death experience yesterday (Watching AXN's extreme disasters on tape constitutes as involvement), but this experience pales in comparison with Tito Manny's win over Morales.
When else was there an event where political rivals shook hands, where people crowded the streets to stop traffic, where people gathered and claimed to pray together for a purpose, where evil doers (rapist/murderers/jaywalkers) were quickly rounded up and summarily executed? (Oh wait, I don't think the last one happened yesterday) Almost sounds like a successful EDSA revolution doesn't it?
I guess for a country supposedly full of problems and situations, we welcome these kind of news. News of the good kind. The kind that would give most people bragging rights. For example; IF Manny Pacquiao=World Class Boxer and Manny=Pinoy and Me=Pinoy THEN Me=World Class Boxer SO You=give money to Me or else; IF Manny=hardworking,disciplined and Manny=Bisaya (Lives in Southern Philippines) and Me=Bisaya EVEN IF Me=like porn Me=hardworking,disciplined too. The possibilities are endless...
* * * * *
He's uber-rich now. Millions in fight prizes, product endorsements, ad space on his butt, and geez, even a singing career.
I'm a fan of Manny, as a boxer that is. But as someone who sings? Geez.
I wonder who first thought of this idea? I guess some record company wants to get a piece of that flow of money. Here in the philippines, once you're very popular, you could do anything, sing, dance, host shows and *gasp* even act and star in film. (Manny had a movie didn't he?)
Well, he has this song that's gaining lots of airplay entitled, Para sa iyo translated as For you. The first time I heard this song, I could almost imagine how they recorded the song. Manny Pacquiao seated with friends around, a microphone on Manny's left hand, platitos (small plates) of salted peanuts on the table, ash-trays with few stick of lit cigarettes, round of beer. If you imagined a videoke session with friends, that's how I think they did the shoot. Sing with me now; "Para sa'yo(This is for you).. Ang laban na'to (The second fight 'ang laban na two')."
* * * * *
Imagine if Manny runs for office in his hometown. I bet he'd win. One, he's uber-wealthy and some say very kind. Two, he's very popular(Very Important in Politics!) and three, he's got insane punching power. Now what has punching power got to do with politics? I actually imagine hime saying this during his campaign; "Kung ako bobotohin nyo, Uumbagin ko ang lahat ng politikong corrupt!" Now that's a threat with a bite.
* * * * *
If anything as shallow as a Pacquiao boxing win could bring about change in our country, bring it on!
Knock me another one Mister Pacquiao.
When else was there an event where political rivals shook hands, where people crowded the streets to stop traffic, where people gathered and claimed to pray together for a purpose, where evil doers (rapist/murderers/jaywalkers) were quickly rounded up and summarily executed? (Oh wait, I don't think the last one happened yesterday) Almost sounds like a successful EDSA revolution doesn't it?
I guess for a country supposedly full of problems and situations, we welcome these kind of news. News of the good kind. The kind that would give most people bragging rights. For example; IF Manny Pacquiao=World Class Boxer and Manny=Pinoy and Me=Pinoy THEN Me=World Class Boxer SO You=give money to Me or else; IF Manny=hardworking,disciplined and Manny=Bisaya (Lives in Southern Philippines) and Me=Bisaya EVEN IF Me=like porn Me=hardworking,disciplined too. The possibilities are endless...
* * * * *
He's uber-rich now. Millions in fight prizes, product endorsements, ad space on his butt, and geez, even a singing career.
I'm a fan of Manny, as a boxer that is. But as someone who sings? Geez.
I wonder who first thought of this idea? I guess some record company wants to get a piece of that flow of money. Here in the philippines, once you're very popular, you could do anything, sing, dance, host shows and *gasp* even act and star in film. (Manny had a movie didn't he?)
Well, he has this song that's gaining lots of airplay entitled, Para sa iyo translated as For you. The first time I heard this song, I could almost imagine how they recorded the song. Manny Pacquiao seated with friends around, a microphone on Manny's left hand, platitos (small plates) of salted peanuts on the table, ash-trays with few stick of lit cigarettes, round of beer. If you imagined a videoke session with friends, that's how I think they did the shoot. Sing with me now; "Para sa'yo(This is for you).. Ang laban na'to (The second fight 'ang laban na two')."
* * * * *
Imagine if Manny runs for office in his hometown. I bet he'd win. One, he's uber-wealthy and some say very kind. Two, he's very popular(Very Important in Politics!) and three, he's got insane punching power. Now what has punching power got to do with politics? I actually imagine hime saying this during his campaign; "Kung ako bobotohin nyo, Uumbagin ko ang lahat ng politikong corrupt!" Now that's a threat with a bite.
* * * * *
If anything as shallow as a Pacquiao boxing win could bring about change in our country, bring it on!
Knock me another one Mister Pacquiao.
Tuesday, January 10
Blog Construction
I'm making a few changes with my blog starting today.
1.) I changed my URL from icedman13.blogspot.com to blognironald.blogspot.com. I find the icedman13 URL too impersonal. blognironald sounds ..urhm, personal (for lack of a better term), plus I'm sure it's much easier to remember.
2.) Since I have a tendency to write novels (ultra long posts), I edited parts of my blog's page to show summaries with links to the whole grovel if ever you find the initial paragraph enticing.
3.) Notice the proper capitalization of posts. I actually went through all of my posts to fix the capitalization and some spelling errors after I read that good blogs have proper punct,uation pronunsiyation, but even grammer and speling.
4.) I was quite a bit of snob by not replying to comments on my posts. During my hiatus from blogging, I read and 'studied' other blogs. I notice that the blogs' authors reacted to comments. I think I will too from here on end. I'm actually gonna react to old comments starting tomorrow...
5.) I am actually in a possession of a digital camera (I didn't steal this one, just in case you're wondering. I making it clear that I didn't take this from a bag of an old lady who dozed off in an airport terminal. NO, I DID NOT, PERIOD). It's just your average digital camera which means, no, not lots of nude pictures here on my blog, but pictures relating to posts. That is, if I get the hang of uploading pictures. (Hmm, nude pictures sounds nice though, but nude pictures of a mild-mannered programmer? Yech!)
6.) My default font is now georgia. Wala lang. I just thought it would look better.
7.) I also have "Read from first post" link. For newly-imagined readers who wanted to get the gist of what I am going through.
That's it for now, hope to see you on my blog my imaginary readers. :-)
1.) I changed my URL from icedman13.blogspot.com to blognironald.blogspot.com. I find the icedman13 URL too impersonal. blognironald sounds ..urhm, personal (for lack of a better term), plus I'm sure it's much easier to remember.
2.) Since I have a tendency to write novels (ultra long posts), I edited parts of my blog's page to show summaries with links to the whole grovel if ever you find the initial paragraph enticing.
3.) Notice the proper capitalization of posts. I actually went through all of my posts to fix the capitalization and some spelling errors after I read that good blogs have proper punct,uation pronunsiyation, but even grammer and speling.
4.) I was quite a bit of snob by not replying to comments on my posts. During my hiatus from blogging, I read and 'studied' other blogs. I notice that the blogs' authors reacted to comments. I think I will too from here on end. I'm actually gonna react to old comments starting tomorrow...
5.) I am actually in a possession of a digital camera (I didn't steal this one, just in case you're wondering. I making it clear that I didn't take this from a bag of an old lady who dozed off in an airport terminal. NO, I DID NOT, PERIOD). It's just your average digital camera which means, no, not lots of nude pictures here on my blog, but pictures relating to posts. That is, if I get the hang of uploading pictures. (Hmm, nude pictures sounds nice though, but nude pictures of a mild-mannered programmer? Yech!)
6.) My default font is now georgia. Wala lang. I just thought it would look better.
7.) I also have "Read from first post" link. For newly-imagined readers who wanted to get the gist of what I am going through.
That's it for now, hope to see you on my blog my imaginary readers. :-)
Monday, December 5
Metro Manila and Atms
The first four paragraphs of this entry has been written on Oct15, the rest on Dec05.
it's been a while since i've last lived in the national capital region. i spent three great years in UP diliman where i should have been studying computer science but instead studied life. instead of reading my course materials, i chose to glean trivia from people. instead of attending classes, i chose to immerse my self in the complicated society man and all those crap. it's actually a nice way of saying i totally 'unstudied' in UP.
You might expect a sad, tragic ending but it actually ended relatively well. I finished computer science in a school in Davao and I'm now a very successful programmer of high tech softwares and rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I live in a three (3) storey house with a yacht in the lake in the backyard. I own and manage an all-girls highschool and have hundreds of call girls working for my call center. By the way, did I mention I'm mildy delusional?
But that is not the point of this blog today.
I'm back in manila and not in the comforts of the UP campus which I once called home. I'm here to find a job despite my delusional success. And despite owning an imagined black cutting-edge techonology black car with *insert cool sounding car accessory here* and shiny new *another exotic car part here* which runs on distilled water, I chose to travel by mass transit vehicles from tricycle to jeep to bus to mrt.
*Dec05 Update*
Delusions aside, I actually found a job. I now work still a programmer but this time for a bank (I'm not sure if its legal to state where I work, but I read blogs of employees getting the sacked after they squealed stuff about their employers. And I'm not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or at least not until I win the mega-lotto draw). According to the job offer, I would be handling atm transactions. That is what I tell people if ever they ask me what I do. But if they care for more details, this is what I tell them:
The 'programmer' of atm transactions is the operator of an atm unit. The operator 'works' inside the atm. You may fancy the blue screen interface and buttons of an atm, but it's actually manual operations inside with the 'programmer' manually counting the bills for your 1,000 withdrawal then type and print the receipt. I always wondered why the bank made sure during the phone interview that I'm below 5'7" and below 80kgs, it made sense because they have to make sure I'll fit inside. And if you ever seen those slim and small atms, think midget programmers. I also use to complain whenever atms go offline, but not any more. An offline atm means the programmer's snack/lunch/restroom break.
With this new understanding of atms and bank atm transaction programmers, go and treat atms with new found respect. And after every successfull withdrawal, whisper thanks thru the money chute.
Go ahead, we can hear you...
it's been a while since i've last lived in the national capital region. i spent three great years in UP diliman where i should have been studying computer science but instead studied life. instead of reading my course materials, i chose to glean trivia from people. instead of attending classes, i chose to immerse my self in the complicated society man and all those crap. it's actually a nice way of saying i totally 'unstudied' in UP.
You might expect a sad, tragic ending but it actually ended relatively well. I finished computer science in a school in Davao and I'm now a very successful programmer of high tech softwares and rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I live in a three (3) storey house with a yacht in the lake in the backyard. I own and manage an all-girls highschool and have hundreds of call girls working for my call center. By the way, did I mention I'm mildy delusional?
But that is not the point of this blog today.
I'm back in manila and not in the comforts of the UP campus which I once called home. I'm here to find a job despite my delusional success. And despite owning an imagined black cutting-edge techonology black car with *insert cool sounding car accessory here* and shiny new *another exotic car part here* which runs on distilled water, I chose to travel by mass transit vehicles from tricycle to jeep to bus to mrt.
*Dec05 Update*
Delusions aside, I actually found a job. I now work still a programmer but this time for a bank (I'm not sure if its legal to state where I work, but I read blogs of employees getting the sacked after they squealed stuff about their employers. And I'm not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or at least not until I win the mega-lotto draw). According to the job offer, I would be handling atm transactions. That is what I tell people if ever they ask me what I do. But if they care for more details, this is what I tell them:
The 'programmer' of atm transactions is the operator of an atm unit. The operator 'works' inside the atm. You may fancy the blue screen interface and buttons of an atm, but it's actually manual operations inside with the 'programmer' manually counting the bills for your 1,000 withdrawal then type and print the receipt. I always wondered why the bank made sure during the phone interview that I'm below 5'7" and below 80kgs, it made sense because they have to make sure I'll fit inside. And if you ever seen those slim and small atms, think midget programmers. I also use to complain whenever atms go offline, but not any more. An offline atm means the programmer's snack/lunch/restroom break.
With this new understanding of atms and bank atm transaction programmers, go and treat atms with new found respect. And after every successfull withdrawal, whisper thanks thru the money chute.
Go ahead, we can hear you...
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