July 18

Wanted: Optical trackballs

I am currently on the hunt for a good optical trackball for use here in the office. Apprently trackballs are a dying breed in today’s computer marketplace. I have hit a couple of online computer stores here in the Metro and nobody carries any trackball, even the non-optical kind. I also went to TipidPC to see if any enterprising individuals is offering or offloading an optical trackball. Nada, not even a single trackball hit.

I have also scoured the Glorietta shops since that is the nearest mall in the office and the only thing I saw was an overpriced Logitech wired trackball that seems to belong to the first generation of pointing devices.

Hopefully I can see a good trackball when we go malling this weekend . Neth still owes her nieces and nephew a trip to ‘Hall of Asia‘. 🙂

ciao!

July 3

Spammed!

The blog spammers are here, and hitting this blog at the rate of 20 spam messages per day. Calling these spammers as pesky mosquitoes is not apt. They are more like rabid dogs that have already bitten to a bone and would not let go.

*Sigh* time to clean up, or turn off the automatic notification so I dont get so much spam confirmation on my mailbox. 🙁

ciao!

May 31

Back in home turf!!!

Feels good to be home. After a month in Chennai, my own piece of paradise got sweeter. 🙂

The bad news is that I might get sent to Malaysia either mid this month or the third week of July. The duration depends on the timing, if ever that would push through. No sense worrying about things that you do not have control. This is the time for cliches so I will take the ‘relax, sit back and enjoy the ride!’-stance.

Oh, I also got my license yesterday. Now I am more dangerous than ever since I have added a speeding hulk of metal in my arsenal. People beware, my stupidity knows no bounds. 🙁

ciao!

March 9

Commuting peeves

Just listing down my pet peeves when it comes to public commuting in the Philippines:

  • Jeepney amputees – people who for the life of me cannot extend their help in getting the fares to reach the driver. Can’t they see that the people who are handing the fares are already reaching out beyond the normal physical limitations of their limbs? Are these people scared of the germs that are going to be transferred via the paper notes and coins? These people should not be riding the jeepneys, they should be taking taxicabs.
  • “Healthy people” – I am not against people with a “healthy” body since I am almost past the medium built. However I am against “healthy” people that do not accept the fact that they have body builds that are enough for two persons. It really gets on my nerves when they try to squeeze to the space for a single person and fail miserably. I know the commuter fares today are very expensive but lets get a hold on reality, shall we? Occupying spaces good for one and a half people still counts for you paying the fare for two people. The fare is not for each head but for the space that is occupied by your ass.
  • Mucus marauders – these are the people who find it very entertaining to spray their colognes/perfumes inside contained spaces (e.g. confines of FX or van,etc.). Why cant they apply these strong smelling concoctions when they have alighted the vehicle is beyond me. Strong smells elicit a strong reaction to my body, my mucus membranes shift to overdrive which leaves me gasping for breath.
  • Mobile boomboxes – or vehicles that have sound systems that compete with jet engines when it comes to a decibel pissing match. Most of these vehicles are open but even then I can feel the bass make my heart vibrate like it is suffering from an epileptic seizure or something. Usually the bass settings are so loud that I can’t even understand what kind of music being played. And please, trim down on the mixes. Adding bass and drum rolls to any music does not make it sound cool.
  • Sardines conductor – these are the bus conductors that will put the sardine factories to shame. They keep on piling the people up the buses even if the people are standing up. More passengers means more income for them but please we are also paying the same amount as the one who got lucky with a seat. Dont treat passengers like sardines because we appreciate some degree of personal space even when using public transportation.
  • Sidewalk moppers – bus drivers who developed an affinity for the sidewalk. It seems to me that they could not drive unless the side of their bus is no more than two feet away from the sidewalk. They even engage in a long mooching match with certain sidewalks that they ignore the honking of the vehicles behind them.

I know there are more but I need to get back to work… 🙂

ciao!

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February 1

Two words: job security

Feeling lazy at work, I blitzed some blogs and happen on this post by Dido regarding his reasons of staying here in the Philippines given the worsening economy and living conditions (attributed to very opinionated political, religious, and ksp groups).

Being asked the same question at least once a week (but not necessarily as talented as Dido), the answers given were very much the same stuff that I give to my well-meaning friends and family. For me it all boils down to one thing: job security.

Since the internet bubble burst, the tech industry has not yet been able to get a glimpse of its former glory. If then the jobs were literally draining the IT resources of the Philippines, a reversal is happening; jobs are being outsourced to locations where labor is cheap and the developers are as good as what they can get on their own country.

I still have plans of working abroad but my current job allows me to be assigned onshore for a short durations at a time. Given that my position is given less opportunities to work on a foreign assignment I am not totally out of it which is a good thing for me. Even if India is proving to be a tough competitor in the outsourcing business (they pay less and their education system is churning out IT masteral graduates much as the same way ours is churning out nurses and caregivers), I am still optimistic that I will still be competitively employed for the next 5 years. Within that time I hope I am already able to pay for my housing loan. 😀

Instead of spouting a spiel about nationalistic and patriotic duties I would paraphrase what my father told me when I kidded him about migrating to Australia (or was it New Zealand?) and petitioning him and my mother. My father said “migrate if you want but leave me here. In there I am going to be the outsider, the one being discriminated. Here in our province I belong and occasionally feel like a king.”

Wise words.

ciao!

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January 30

I had a dream

I had a dream and it was special.

It was about killing snakes in the bedroom/storeroom in our house in the province…
It was about a large snake that transformed into a human being when I killed it…
It was about me putting the snakes in a bag and taking them to school…
It was about me missing a major exam that I am not aware of, in college, and administered by my high school language teacher…
It was about me failing to answer anything since they were taking off the questions written in sheets of Manila paper as I am about to answer them…
It was about snakes that I assumed to be dead but are miraculously alive…
It was about finding out that even if snakes are dead, they have tiny eggs in them that succeeds in producing new snakes that takes an unbelievable short time to hatch and mature…
It was about killing these new snakes and trying to flush them down the 3rd floor men’s bathroom in the UST College of Science building…
It was about snakes that were maturing to constrictor-size beasts while I was trying to flush down small snakes on the toilet…
It was about me having enough and realizing it was a dream and woke myself up.

Now how many of you have ever had a dream wherein you realize its only a dream and could wake yourself up by just willing it?

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January 23

Viper adrenaline

Last friday we found a snake in one of the chairs in our dinner table. It was on the seat of the chair where minutes ago I took the towel that I hang there every morning to dry. It was a pencil-thin snake that was about 2-3 feet long.

I didn’t know that snakes could *jump* as well as slither with such blinding speed. After an hour of cautious hide-and-seek I was able to corner it and kill it. My nature tells me to do otherwise but being not sure if it was poisonous or not, I had to err on the side of caution and end its life.

We got home at around 11:00PM and we only got to sleep at around 1:30AM. It was such an adrenaline rush that Neth and I couldn’t sleep even if we wanted to.

Something worth telling infront of friends enjoying a keg of beer. 😀

ciao!

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January 6

The deadly way

[Note] this post contains a sample of my morbid humor. dont take everything seriously, people get crazy that way. 😀

For the past couple of years it has been a pseudo-habit for my father and my brothers to go on a drinking bout every new year. One perennial topic is the most dangerous song in the land: Frank Sinatra’s My Way.

I find it funny that this crooner ballad has frequently grazed the news when items pertaining to deaths associated with bar/sing-along/videoke deaths. My father has rationalize that because it is easy to sing (minus hitting the correct notes) and famous many people naturally select it if they want to perform in a live audience. Most of the time even if a person has just sung it you will find that the next person holding the microphone will be doing his “own rendition” of the song. This is bad especially if the latest singer has a better rendition and the last one has a short fuse and already had enough alcohol to not think straight. It is a great recipe for disaster (unless you own a nearby funeral home).

With that in mind plus some alcohol to boot, I think I have a perfect hare-brained scheme for instant money, unfortunately it requires you being dead 😀 . Death via suicide is not covered by all insurance companies. However if you get killed by another hand then the insurance policy sticks. All a person dead-set (pun not intended) on leaving this world early but ensuring his loved ones’ welfare needs to do is to get an insurance contract, hang out on videoke bars (the cheaper the better) serving liquors, and keep on belting My Way. It is not fool-proof since that person might just end beaten up. 🙂

I know I will get flak for posting this but readers have already been warned. I dont expect people to take this post seriously, and if suiciders do then adding me to your beneficiaries’ list is thank you enough. 😀

ciao!

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