... that is the question.
Well in any case, here's the low down on my minoring plans for the next three sems:
(1) Use up my two Free Electives on Spanish2 and Spanish3 (Yes, yes. I am considering a Hispanic Studies Minor) and overload the second semester of my Senior year for Spanish4
(2) Take Cross Cultural Communications and some other ME elective whenever possible.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sembreak Conundrums
And so the patterns begin once more. Not that I'm complaining though, I love the free time. Don't you? If anything, I feel amazed at how late I can wake up (after going through a sem where my standard getting-up time falls between 6am to 7am). Also, there's that huge unmoved collection of books for pleasure reading, 5 kilos of unopened plaster of paris for my latest sculpture, Chopin's nocturnes resting on my dusty piano, some charcoal and an untouched sketchpad. But alas, sitting on my bed, still half-asleep, I feel neither the inclination to move any other muscle than the ones I use for typing out this entry, nor the desire to do anything but watch How I Met Your Mother re-runs. haha *Sigh.* Such is the lazy bum I have become, and what, it's only been like two weeks?
Of late though, a number of certain things have caught my fancy. At the forefront of these would be SEO, or search engine optimization. And man, have I been punching out articles for it like a madfellow in the past few days. So much so that my daily schedule seems like this: (1) Get up at noon, (2) Eat, (3) Churn out 3 to 4 hubs, (4) Exercise, (5) Chat or hone my piano chops, (6) Eat, (7) Do 5 to 6 more hubs, (8) Sleep. How lovely. Well, I really hope I finish a hundred hubs and get my first 10 dollars soon (meaning within sembreak at least). haha. In addition, as previously stated, I've been dabbling with sculpture, oil painting, and the like. Gotta get the artist vibes rolling, you know.
Kidding aside, here's a breakdown of some of the stuff I plan to do in the remainder of the sembreak.
1. ASLA (Ateneo Student Leaders Assembly)
2. Visit the Luna/Hidalgo paintings again in the Lopez Museum as well as the National Museum
3. Reach a hundred hubs on hubpages (and earn!)
4. Get started with niche building on blogspot
5. Finish one decent plaster sculpture and do one painting
6. Finish Don Quixote!
7. Become a Math Tutor? (c/o Ma'am Irene Peralejo)
8. Finish Chopin's Nocturne in Eflat
9. Re-learn how to drive
10. Take the bus, get lost in some province, and attempt to find a way back home with 500 pesos and an ATM, with penalties for every withdrawal. (c/o Mara) haha
Of late though, a number of certain things have caught my fancy. At the forefront of these would be SEO, or search engine optimization. And man, have I been punching out articles for it like a madfellow in the past few days. So much so that my daily schedule seems like this: (1) Get up at noon, (2) Eat, (3) Churn out 3 to 4 hubs, (4) Exercise, (5) Chat or hone my piano chops, (6) Eat, (7) Do 5 to 6 more hubs, (8) Sleep. How lovely. Well, I really hope I finish a hundred hubs and get my first 10 dollars soon (meaning within sembreak at least). haha. In addition, as previously stated, I've been dabbling with sculpture, oil painting, and the like. Gotta get the artist vibes rolling, you know.
Kidding aside, here's a breakdown of some of the stuff I plan to do in the remainder of the sembreak.
1. ASLA (Ateneo Student Leaders Assembly)
2. Visit the Luna/Hidalgo paintings again in the Lopez Museum as well as the National Museum
3. Reach a hundred hubs on hubpages (and earn!)
4. Get started with niche building on blogspot
5. Finish one decent plaster sculpture and do one painting
6. Finish Don Quixote!
7. Become a Math Tutor? (c/o Ma'am Irene Peralejo)
8. Finish Chopin's Nocturne in Eflat
9. Re-learn how to drive
10. Take the bus, get lost in some province, and attempt to find a way back home with 500 pesos and an ATM, with penalties for every withdrawal. (c/o Mara) haha
Officially SMEG
Cheers to the impracticality of impossibility,
To spitting at the face of improbability,
To the death-defying and delirious,
To restless nights and wistful hope.
Cheers to the impassioned battle against overwhelming odds
To the tears of anguish and monumental comebacks,
To the power of the Will and One Supreme Effort
To this rough road, and boulders seemingly insurmountable.
Cheers to prayer,
To tenacity,
To the undeniable power of the human spirit
Which makes heroes of men,
And pulls from the depths of hallowed darkness,
Our steadfast dreams to light.
-October 15, 2009
To spitting at the face of improbability,
To the death-defying and delirious,
To restless nights and wistful hope.
Cheers to the impassioned battle against overwhelming odds
To the tears of anguish and monumental comebacks,
To the power of the Will and One Supreme Effort
To this rough road, and boulders seemingly insurmountable.
Cheers to prayer,
To tenacity,
To the undeniable power of the human spirit
Which makes heroes of men,
And pulls from the depths of hallowed darkness,
Our steadfast dreams to light.
-October 15, 2009
I Miss You Dad
I wish I could have one last chance to have that:
one last evening car ride,
one last conversation,
one last driving lesson,
one last laugh,
one last man-hug,
one last pat on the back
one last lecture
one last handshake
one last opportunity to play music for you.
If only I could see you right here,
And not just through photos anymore.
If only I could hear your voice again,
Not from some video cam,
But Live.
If only I could hold your hand
Like I always used to as a boy
Than as a 19 year old
Desperately clinging on to the memory
Of the warmth of your voice.
Perhaps I would have done this or that differently.
And maybe perhaps this life would have been easier to deal with.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The Futility of Fail-Safe
In line with this, there are two quotes which perhaps capture what I feel at the moment:
"The real tragedy is the tragedy of a man who never in life braces himself for ONE SUPREME EFFORT" -Arnold Bennet.
"Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light" -Dylan Thomas
OCTOBER 21.
Do You Fancy These Times
A whole week's worth of suspensions really does wonders in mangling your study habits. Seriously, can anyone focus in now? *Sigh* Well, the break's nearly over, Pepeng hasn't hit its full stride yet (will it ever?), and we're back to figuring out what to do with the homeworks/papers we either (1) didn't do, (2) did, but not completely, (3) lost in Ondoy's onslaught, or (4) tossed into the bin (for those rejoicing at the Optional requirements ruling).
To keep myself busy I listed some of the books I intend to finish reading over the next few days/weeks:
3. Retire Young Retire Rich
4. Rich Dad's Guide to Investing
5. Business Statistics in Practice - uck
Friday, October 2, 2009
I Can Feel the Chestnuts Roasting
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is going to spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas to you
(photo courtesy of britannica.com)
Is It Really So Wrong to Want to Be an Outlier?
"Strive to find your own voice lads. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are of actually finding it."
- John Keating from DPS.
Ramblings and Chinny Chin Chins: 3am Reflections of an Insomniac
It's both amazing and unbelievable how things seem to fall into place at just the right time. Fortuitous. Fortuitous. Fortuitous. Most people have it at that and thank the constellations for such outrageous luck. It's fortune, most would like to think, and I, both benefactor and recipient, am the fortunate one. To a certain extent I have no qualms about this philosophy, for what can be more beautiful than the elegance of surprise? Or the wonder of that once-in-a-lifetime convergence of two seemingly improbable things, moments, or people? Or the chance meeting of a girl and a guy sipping lattes at opposite ends of some coffee shop, who for whatever reason hearts have for acting that way, not knowing each other, are still swept away by one another?
You sing thanksgivings to the stars; chug down a solitary SanMig or two for luck and the road; go to bed with a smirk, half-thinking maybe about these incredible encounters with life's randomness; and in the silence of our dreams,... who knows?
But then that gets me thinking. How can an encounter so dear and important to me, be merely ruled by chance? How can the marvel that is my experience be simply reduced to the products of its Time and Space? Surely there must be a deeper and more inherent reason at play.
Take the coffee shop girl and guy for example. Was their connection brought about by being in the same place and time? Why, hundreds of people pass by Starbucks everyday! Perhaps ladies more lovely or men more dashing have passed by and yet the connection shared by the two aforementioned characters is different. Was it because of her smile? Was it because of his eyes? But then again, these people smile and look at their own friends every single day without anything happening, without anyone falling head over heels with them (or so they think).
In short, these lead me to believe that there must be something more to encounters than mere chance. But as to what it is? I don't know. Should I deign to call it fate? I wouldn't be wrong in that respect either. But how can destiny and fortune, two totally antipodal concepts meet eye to eye?
The answer still escapes me.
All I can say though is that while we may never really figure out why these things happen, it is these seemingly transient and fortuitous encounters, these Marcellian mysteries, which make life both uniquivocally tragic and truly splendid.
*A note though: the coffee story is purely hypothetical :)
You sing thanksgivings to the stars; chug down a solitary SanMig or two for luck and the road; go to bed with a smirk, half-thinking maybe about these incredible encounters with life's randomness; and in the silence of our dreams,... who knows?
But then that gets me thinking. How can an encounter so dear and important to me, be merely ruled by chance? How can the marvel that is my experience be simply reduced to the products of its Time and Space? Surely there must be a deeper and more inherent reason at play.
Take the coffee shop girl and guy for example. Was their connection brought about by being in the same place and time? Why, hundreds of people pass by Starbucks everyday! Perhaps ladies more lovely or men more dashing have passed by and yet the connection shared by the two aforementioned characters is different. Was it because of her smile? Was it because of his eyes? But then again, these people smile and look at their own friends every single day without anything happening, without anyone falling head over heels with them (or so they think).
In short, these lead me to believe that there must be something more to encounters than mere chance. But as to what it is? I don't know. Should I deign to call it fate? I wouldn't be wrong in that respect either. But how can destiny and fortune, two totally antipodal concepts meet eye to eye?
The answer still escapes me.
All I can say though is that while we may never really figure out why these things happen, it is these seemingly transient and fortuitous encounters, these Marcellian mysteries, which make life both uniquivocally tragic and truly splendid.
*A note though: the coffee story is purely hypothetical :)
Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
BY THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF MY NECK, I F*CKING MADE IT IN FIN105.
And oh, I'm taking a raincheck by the way on my Philo, OR, and histo exams (as well as Pos, if that's possible).
Now only STAT stands in the way of me and SMEG.
IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.
And oh, I'm taking a raincheck by the way on my Philo, OR, and histo exams (as well as Pos, if that's possible).
Now only STAT stands in the way of me and SMEG.
IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Nothing But Sweet Migration
I have officially migrated to Ubuntu from Windows!I practically spent the entire night (till 4 in the friggin morning) watching The Code Linux and RevolutionOS on Youtube. Man, the guys (RSM and Linus Torvalds) behind the GNU/LINUX outfit are legendary. You should check them out for yourself.
I wonder now why I didn't do this earlier...
The Ayuntamiento Comparisons: Then and Now
I love Intramuros. In fact for the past month, the Walled City has been the site of my countless adventures (or misadventures, if you'd call it that). I practically walked its whole circumference, navigated around many an esquinita, and learned to treasure this gem that gave the Philippines the title, Pearl of the Orient. Its scenery, dilapidated walls, and Spanish Architecture take me back to the memory of what was once the greatest and most glorious hallmark of the Philippine Islands, as one can only imagine from reading books.
I mean, take a good long look at the second picture. Stark difference, no doubt. Is this the same reverent building that America's own President Theodore Roosevelt paid a visit to? Is this the same Ayuntamiento that countless distinguished individuals in our history might have passed through?
Hmmm. Is it too much to hope that the Government will do something about this in the near future?
I honestly don't know. I'm at a loss for answers.
On my part though, I'm appalled that nothing of note is being done. Look, how long has it been? Nearly 70 years? And still the Ayuntamiento stands in ruins. I mean I'm perfectly fine with leaving it at that if it happened to be as well maintained as the Ancient Coliseums in Rome. But no it isn't. Instead it has become the perfect metaphor for whatever image you can conjure in your head that involves bland facades and empty insides; an insult to its glorious memory.
Channeling Whitman
I've also been reading the following books: (1) The Google Story, (2) Retire Young, Retire Rich, (3) Malcolm Gladwell's Outliers, (4) Noli Me Tangere and (5) El Filibusterismo.
Seems like the one week suspension due to Ondoy and the upcoming storm is beginning to take a toll on my study habits. *sigh*
Anyway, I really must get started with Merleau Ponte's Phenomenology articles for the Finals.
Ciao!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My Own Ondoy Story
When the Typhoon Ondoy first hit, I was in my usual Saturday Fin105 class. Grossly underestimating the true extent of the rain, I had dismissed it as just another torrential downpour which would leave in a couple of hours (as it had been a tad bit sunny in the morning). But with the grass along the walkway to JSEC slowly disappearing below the rising water, and the rain pelting the windows of my classroom at the CTC, suddenly it seemed like it wasn't going to stop any time soon.
Lunch confirmed it.
Katipunan Ave. was flooded.
The area directly in front of Starbucks and National Bookstore was submerged.
Traffic was not moving.
Hundreds were trapped in school.
Luckily though, I was able to hitch a ride with ST and his tito to Mcdo. But without a phone (I had run out of battery earlier), without cabs, and with the overwhelming infeasibility of taking the LRT/MRT/jeep/fx ride to Pasig or Makati (where my parents were), I decided to walk the 10 kilometer stretch of C5 going home. Having done this back in my days as a rookie in the track team (we ran the stretch from Ateneo to Fully Booked, Serendra); and having walked home on the last day of my freshman year in High School, I figured what the hell. The rain's intensity was down a bit, and it was slowly dawning on me that I wasn't particularly inclined to spend X hours staying put somewhere.
To put it simply, it was gut wrenching from the onset. Walking along the edges of the Katipunan Bridge, I felt the wind would hurl me to the depths below. My umbrella was being blown out of proportion every second or so. My jacket was being manhandled by the elements. From where I stood, everything seemed submerged in a palette of floodwater-gray: with unspeakable numbers of people out on the streets and in the floods (with some on their roofs) as the melancholic clouds hung over the populace. There wasn't any turning back though, that was clear.
Two long hours of walking. In those two hours, I had my bag, jacket, and clothing, soaked irreverently; and I lost a sock and a book (considering I have a Hi165 Long Test coming up, this is nothing short of a disaster). Three times I had passed by waist-to-chest-deep floods: (1) Between KFC and the Ortigas Bridge, (2) At Tiendesitas, and (3) After passing Silver City. I had also gone through despicable waters where roaches floated about, where the flood was laced with piss from people releasing excrement along the Tiende area.
I had met a score of new friends as well, friends who perhaps I will never see again. I met a driver from Greenmeadows, a family on their way SM, an MMDA person helping out an old lady (who dared me to jump and walk in the chest deep waters, as the island I had been walking on reached its end and the only choice left was to jump), and people helping other people get from one place to the next.
But most of all though, this experience taught me about the indubitable power of the human spirit. I mean, it was no ill-advised adventure. Neither was it a story of mere ego-satisfaction. In surviving the weather's onslaught, I felt the whole endeavor was more of a spiritual encounter than anything else. Because in braving the flood and torrents and in facing the distinct possibility of drowning or death, not only did I find myself, but I realized too, the pre-eminence of a far, far Greater Being.
In fact, at that exact moment where I thought the waves fronting Tiendesitas would devour me (as most already know, I am of diminutive height), I recalled Sir Francis Drake's quip (albeit haphazardly):
Disturb us Lord, to dare more boldly
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery
Where losing sight of land
We shall find the stars.
It's funny how sometimes the "craziest" and most "out of this world" decisions that we make in our lives are the ones which lead us to discover the things which are most substantial; how, when our backs are against the wall, we learn of an internal power with inconceivable magnitude; how, when we're thrown in the brink of despair and danger, we find the courage to hope; how in the face of all these occurrences, we find God.
Lunch confirmed it.
Katipunan Ave. was flooded.
The area directly in front of Starbucks and National Bookstore was submerged.
Traffic was not moving.
Hundreds were trapped in school.
Luckily though, I was able to hitch a ride with ST and his tito to Mcdo. But without a phone (I had run out of battery earlier), without cabs, and with the overwhelming infeasibility of taking the LRT/MRT/jeep/fx ride to Pasig or Makati (where my parents were), I decided to walk the 10 kilometer stretch of C5 going home. Having done this back in my days as a rookie in the track team (we ran the stretch from Ateneo to Fully Booked, Serendra); and having walked home on the last day of my freshman year in High School, I figured what the hell. The rain's intensity was down a bit, and it was slowly dawning on me that I wasn't particularly inclined to spend X hours staying put somewhere.
To put it simply, it was gut wrenching from the onset. Walking along the edges of the Katipunan Bridge, I felt the wind would hurl me to the depths below. My umbrella was being blown out of proportion every second or so. My jacket was being manhandled by the elements. From where I stood, everything seemed submerged in a palette of floodwater-gray: with unspeakable numbers of people out on the streets and in the floods (with some on their roofs) as the melancholic clouds hung over the populace. There wasn't any turning back though, that was clear.
Two long hours of walking. In those two hours, I had my bag, jacket, and clothing, soaked irreverently; and I lost a sock and a book (considering I have a Hi165 Long Test coming up, this is nothing short of a disaster). Three times I had passed by waist-to-chest-deep floods: (1) Between KFC and the Ortigas Bridge, (2) At Tiendesitas, and (3) After passing Silver City. I had also gone through despicable waters where roaches floated about, where the flood was laced with piss from people releasing excrement along the Tiende area.
I had met a score of new friends as well, friends who perhaps I will never see again. I met a driver from Greenmeadows, a family on their way SM, an MMDA person helping out an old lady (who dared me to jump and walk in the chest deep waters, as the island I had been walking on reached its end and the only choice left was to jump), and people helping other people get from one place to the next.
But most of all though, this experience taught me about the indubitable power of the human spirit. I mean, it was no ill-advised adventure. Neither was it a story of mere ego-satisfaction. In surviving the weather's onslaught, I felt the whole endeavor was more of a spiritual encounter than anything else. Because in braving the flood and torrents and in facing the distinct possibility of drowning or death, not only did I find myself, but I realized too, the pre-eminence of a far, far Greater Being.
In fact, at that exact moment where I thought the waves fronting Tiendesitas would devour me (as most already know, I am of diminutive height), I recalled Sir Francis Drake's quip (albeit haphazardly):
Disturb us Lord, to dare more boldly
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery
Where losing sight of land
We shall find the stars.
It's funny how sometimes the "craziest" and most "out of this world" decisions that we make in our lives are the ones which lead us to discover the things which are most substantial; how, when our backs are against the wall, we learn of an internal power with inconceivable magnitude; how, when we're thrown in the brink of despair and danger, we find the courage to hope; how in the face of all these occurrences, we find God.
Typhoon Ondoy Relief Operations 2
From an Enderun Student:
Enderun has sent out 8,000 meals to date. Tomorrow is their last day of operations. THEY ARE TARGETING 6,000 MEALS TOMORROW. Please help them make it happen by sending in your donations. They will not be sleeping between now and however long it takes to send out as much relief goods as humanly possibly by 8PM tomorrow.Your inspirational support will be of great help. Thanks!
Enderun has sent out 8,000 meals to date. Tomorrow is their last day of operations. THEY ARE TARGETING 6,000 MEALS TOMORROW. Please help them make it happen by sending in your donations. They will not be sleeping between now and however long it takes to send out as much relief goods as humanly possibly by 8PM tomorrow.Your inspirational support will be of great help. Thanks!
Typhoon Ondoy Relief Operations
*Taken from Czari Flores
MRT and LRT is on 24hrs Operation, please spread. Red Cross Rubberboats.RED CROSS: 0917-899-7898 and 0938-442697, National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) Emergency Numbers: 911-1406, 912-2665, 911-5061, ...912-5296, 911-1873, 912-2112... NCRPO ...Hotline for rubber boats and trucks 8383203, 8383354.dump trucks for rescue. Please text 0917-422-6800 or 0927-675-1981
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RELIEF OPERATIONS: LSGH will become a drop off point of donations (old clothes, canned goods, basic medicines, cash, clothes, blankets and water). Search-In Bros: we can help out in sorting the donations and planning the relief operations tom, 9am at LSGH! Also, The UA&P Student Executive Board will be collecting donations for the victims of the flood at ACB 1.5. For more information you can contact Dae Lee.
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Ateneo de Manila University is now accepting donations for the victims of Ondoy. Donations can be dropped at MVP Lobby. For those stranded/those who need help: To all students who need help or know of people who need help. Please text the name, location, and contact number to (+6329088877166).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Send Red Cross donations through SMS: text REDAMOUNT (5, 25, 50, 100 or 300) to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart).
Rescue Operations
National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) (+632-9125668, +632-9111406, +632-9115061)
Red Cross (143, +632-5270000)
MMDA (136)
Coast Guard (+632-5276136)
Senator Dick Gordon (+639178997898, +63938-444BOYS, +632-9342118, +632-4338528)
Senator Manny Villar (+639174226800. +639172414864, +639276751981)
Rubber Boat Requests
NCRPO (+632-8383203, +632-8383354)
Power Supply
Meralco (+63917-5592824) If you want service cut off to your area to prevent fires and electrocution.
Relief Aid and Donations
Victory Fort is opening its doors to those affected by the typhoon. Call 813-FORT.
Clare Amador (+63928-5205508) or Jana Vicente at +63928-5205499). Drop off for relief donations is at Balay Expo Center across Farmers Market Cubao.
Drop off points: One Orchard Road Building in Eastwood, or message http://www.twitter.com/miriamq for more details.
Donations for Ondoy Victims to be distributed at the Philippine Army Gym inside Fort Bonifacio or GHQ Gym in Camp Aguinaldo starting now.
People Tracker (using your phones, get your friends and family to turn on their finderservice for you)
* FINDERSERVICE. For Smart, text “wis ” to 386.
* FINDERSERVICE. For Globe, text “find to 7000.
MRT and LRT is on 24hrs Operation, please spread. Red Cross Rubberboats.RED CROSS: 0917-899-7898 and 0938-442697, National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) Emergency Numbers: 911-1406, 912-2665, 911-5061, ...912-5296, 911-1873, 912-2112... NCRPO ...Hotline for rubber boats and trucks 8383203, 8383354.dump trucks for rescue. Please text 0917-422-6800 or 0927-675-1981
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RELIEF OPERATIONS: LSGH will become a drop off point of donations (old clothes, canned goods, basic medicines, cash, clothes, blankets and water). Search-In Bros: we can help out in sorting the donations and planning the relief operations tom, 9am at LSGH! Also, The UA&P Student Executive Board will be collecting donations for the victims of the flood at ACB 1.5. For more information you can contact Dae Lee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ateneo de Manila University is now accepting donations for the victims of Ondoy. Donations can be dropped at MVP Lobby. For those stranded/those who need help: To all students who need help or know of people who need help. Please text the name, location, and contact number to (+6329088877166).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Send Red Cross donations through SMS: text REDAMOUNT (5, 25, 50, 100 or 300) to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart).
Rescue Operations
National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) (+632-9125668, +632-9111406, +632-9115061)
Red Cross (143, +632-5270000)
MMDA (136)
Coast Guard (+632-5276136)
Senator Dick Gordon (+639178997898, +63938-444BOYS, +632-9342118, +632-4338528)
Senator Manny Villar (+639174226800. +639172414864, +639276751981)
Rubber Boat Requests
NCRPO (+632-8383203, +632-8383354)
Power Supply
Meralco (+63917-5592824) If you want service cut off to your area to prevent fires and electrocution.
Relief Aid and Donations
Victory Fort is opening its doors to those affected by the typhoon. Call 813-FORT.
Clare Amador (+63928-5205508) or Jana Vicente at +63928-5205499). Drop off for relief donations is at Balay Expo Center across Farmers Market Cubao.
Drop off points: One Orchard Road Building in Eastwood, or message http://www.twitter.com/miriamq for more details.
Donations for Ondoy Victims to be distributed at the Philippine Army Gym inside Fort Bonifacio or GHQ Gym in Camp Aguinaldo starting now.
People Tracker (using your phones, get your friends and family to turn on their finderservice for you)
* FINDERSERVICE. For Smart, text “wis ” to 386.
* FINDERSERVICE. For Globe, text “find to 7000.
In a rut
With less than 15 weekdays to go before this god-forsaken semester ends (unless of course it gets extended), I have to do the following things:
1. Find my Hi165 book and prepare for Arcilla's awesome Finals
2. Update myself with Statistics, i.e. learn ANNOVA
3. Catch up on the last two chapters of Finance
4. Finish reading Merleau Ponte's phenomenologies on Freedom and Temporality
5. Start writing our Pol Sci final paper and finish up LT3 and LT4
6. Cram my group's Stat Research paper
7. Operations Research stuff
Oh well.
1. Find my Hi165 book and prepare for Arcilla's awesome Finals
2. Update myself with Statistics, i.e. learn ANNOVA
3. Catch up on the last two chapters of Finance
4. Finish reading Merleau Ponte's phenomenologies on Freedom and Temporality
5. Start writing our Pol Sci final paper and finish up LT3 and LT4
6. Cram my group's Stat Research paper
7. Operations Research stuff
Oh well.
It's nice to be back
It feels quite good to be back here blogging. The last time I held and maintained a site like this was way back in 2007, I think? An amazingly long time ago though I have been blogging from time to time on Multiply. Anyway, I finally got the energy to brush off my laziness so now here I am typing.
Here's a preliminary question you might want to ask:
What on earth is Veller? Well, I'm sworn to secrecy, but if you do find yourself outrageously curious and demand a clue, it's derived from a crazy 4 letter acronym. Don't feel bad, only two other people in the entire world know of its humble origins. Oh and just so you know, veller doesn't have anything to do with my real name (obviously).
In this blog, I shall hopefully be posting some original artworks, a smattering of poetry here and there, my casual philosophies (and/or heresies. just kidding), violent and not-so-violent reactions, and a daily grind of stories as they occur to me (with pictures, for some).
So much for my grand first entry,
Ciao!
Here's a preliminary question you might want to ask:
What on earth is Veller? Well, I'm sworn to secrecy, but if you do find yourself outrageously curious and demand a clue, it's derived from a crazy 4 letter acronym. Don't feel bad, only two other people in the entire world know of its humble origins. Oh and just so you know, veller doesn't have anything to do with my real name (obviously).
In this blog, I shall hopefully be posting some original artworks, a smattering of poetry here and there, my casual philosophies (and/or heresies. just kidding), violent and not-so-violent reactions, and a daily grind of stories as they occur to me (with pictures, for some).
So much for my grand first entry,
Ciao!
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