Thursday, February 28, 2002
Poor Erap. It seems that he still hasn't recovered from his 'foot-in-mouth disease.' You'd think that with the threat of the death penalty literally hanging over his head, he'd be more conscious of what he says. Well, there is a saying that you can't teach old dogs new tricks. Erap is an old dog alright. He has the bum knee to prove it too.
Ousted Philippine president Joseph Estrada just admitted signing the name 'Jose Velarde' on a bank account. Oops.
The weird thing is that, while he has admitted to signing a false name, he still denies using 'Jose Velarde' as an alias. What's he doing to escape his latest predicament? He's now saying that that was the name on the document so he had no choice but to sign using the false name. Uh... Duh? I'm sorry sir but that still doesn't let you off the hook. If it wasn't your name there, why would you sign at all?
Erap is also saying that he was signing as a guarantor to convince Jaime Dichavez, the alleged owner of the Jose Velarde account, to lend money to William Gatchalian. Let's say what he's saying is true, what's an incumbent president doing, guaranteeing other people's loans?
Anyway you look at it, it stinks.
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Ousted Philippine president Joseph Estrada just admitted signing the name 'Jose Velarde' on a bank account. Oops.
The weird thing is that, while he has admitted to signing a false name, he still denies using 'Jose Velarde' as an alias. What's he doing to escape his latest predicament? He's now saying that that was the name on the document so he had no choice but to sign using the false name. Uh... Duh? I'm sorry sir but that still doesn't let you off the hook. If it wasn't your name there, why would you sign at all?
Erap is also saying that he was signing as a guarantor to convince Jaime Dichavez, the alleged owner of the Jose Velarde account, to lend money to William Gatchalian. Let's say what he's saying is true, what's an incumbent president doing, guaranteeing other people's loans?
Anyway you look at it, it stinks.
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Oh! and some comments too. Comments are like a box of chocolates in the Forrest Gump sense. You just aren't sure what you're gonna get.
We're almost finished with the university's web redesign so we decided to unleash it to the unsuspecting university population to get comments and suggestions. Here are some of the comments we got:
1. "Don't you think that it's a little trying hard?...a tad too hip, too slick, and not academic enough."
2. "The picture of the student astonishes."
Our university is known as too conservative. We tried to blunt this perception a bit by projecting a fresh and young image through the website. Obviously, not everyone will welcome the change. I was a bit apprehensive asking for comments because I knew it was going to hurt a bit when I get critiques of something I worked on. On the plus side, we were able to get good ideas on how to go about some of the sections. Fortunately too, most of the comments we received were not as insane as this:
"He..he..he...he..!!!! this is not applicable to us. we don't have internet your insulting us to the bones ha. For you info., I haven't seen webpage. tsk...tsk...tsk... poor girl."
Yes, I know. I'm so mean for posting it here.
Monday, February 25, 2002
We're almost finished with the university's web redesign so we decided to unleash it to the unsuspecting university population to get comments and suggestions. Here are some of the comments we got:
1. "Don't you think that it's a little trying hard?...a tad too hip, too slick, and not academic enough."
2. "The picture of the student astonishes."
Our university is known as too conservative. We tried to blunt this perception a bit by projecting a fresh and young image through the website. Obviously, not everyone will welcome the change. I was a bit apprehensive asking for comments because I knew it was going to hurt a bit when I get critiques of something I worked on. On the plus side, we were able to get good ideas on how to go about some of the sections. Fortunately too, most of the comments we received were not as insane as this:
"He..he..he...he..!!!! this is not applicable to us. we don't have internet your insulting us to the bones ha. For you info., I haven't seen webpage. tsk...tsk...tsk... poor girl."
Yes, I know. I'm so mean for posting it here.
Monday, February 25, 2002
Why I don't like pop. Sitting in my front of my computer, working on a side project, and listening to Dave Matthews. I wanted to take a break from editing so I started listening more closely to the lyrics. So now I know why I listen to Dave Matthews and not to NSync or the Backstreet Boys. Dave's song are about life and the things around us. The bright boys of pop sing about getting into people's pants. God, I don't even want to get into Britney Spears. Yuck!
PS. Dave also sings about sex but at least not all the time. Besides, his words are way better.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
PS. Dave also sings about sex but at least not all the time. Besides, his words are way better.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
Saving up for nothing.Got no work on Monday to celebrate the 17th anniversary of the EDSA Revolution (when we kicked out Marcos). I've got a long weekend so I decided to clean up my room yesterday. I counted all the books I've bought during the past year when I supposedly had to leave school to save up for my studies. Apparently, resolution to save up did not succeed as 24 books were purchased within a 10-month period, with prices ranging from P150 to P450. Add to this all my expenses for CDs and VCDs, plus fare for my trip to the province, and we come up with a rather hefty sum. I won't tell you how much I spent this past year but I'll tell you this: Looking at the numbers, all I can say is "ouch!".
Trip to Jerusalem. There's a game we always play at parties called "trip to Jerusalem." A number of people will be dancing around a number of chairs (number of people minus one) and when the music stops, people try to grab one of the chairs. If they end up not sitting on one, they get kicked out. In the next round, a chair is taken from the circle and the game is played again. I was thinking about my friends when I remembered this game. Sometimes I feel like we're all playing musical chairs. Just as somebody gets off, there's immediately somebody to take their place.
Last week, my friend Tinny told us that she was taking a leave from law school for a year. I think she was really burnt out since it seems like she's been studying forever. Just a few days after that, I receive an sms from another friend informing me that our friend Cecil passed the entrance exams for UP. Wow.
In about four months, I'm also supposed to go back to school. I missed law school terribly for the first few months that I was away. Now, ten months into my leave, I think I've adjusted. I've become interested in tons of new stuff now that I've had more time to explore the things around me. I've become more excited about possibilities--getting a better job (?), improving my writing, and acquiring more web skills. Now that I've seen how big the world is, I'm afraid I might not be able to dwarf my perspective and concentrate solely on school.
Last week, my friend Tinny told us that she was taking a leave from law school for a year. I think she was really burnt out since it seems like she's been studying forever. Just a few days after that, I receive an sms from another friend informing me that our friend Cecil passed the entrance exams for UP. Wow.
In about four months, I'm also supposed to go back to school. I missed law school terribly for the first few months that I was away. Now, ten months into my leave, I think I've adjusted. I've become interested in tons of new stuff now that I've had more time to explore the things around me. I've become more excited about possibilities--getting a better job (?), improving my writing, and acquiring more web skills. Now that I've seen how big the world is, I'm afraid I might not be able to dwarf my perspective and concentrate solely on school.
Commuting hell. If you're a 20-something Filipino, earning slightly more than minimum wage a day, chances are you don't have your own car. The only way to get around then is to commute. Depending on the destination, there are several options for the average commuter: a) a public utility jeep (puj), b) the bus (choose between air-conditioned and smog-conditioned busses), c) taxi, d) the light rail transit (LRT or MRT, again depending on where you need to go), or the FX (sports utility vehicles or vans which ply a fixed route. A more "luxurious" reincarnation of the jeep, but you have to pay a higher price.). For the short trips which comprise about 5-10 blocks, there are tricycles or pedicabs which will take you right smack at your destination. Fare for these type of transportation varies according to a) the greed of the pedicab drivers and b) the stupidity of the passenger. I once had to go at this hostel located six blocks from the main road. I wasn't feeling to good that day so I chose to take a pedicab instead of walking the whole length. When I got there and asked the pedicab driver how much I had to pay him, he told me to give him P20. On my return trip, I got another pedicab driver who only charged me ten bucks. You can imagine how much I hated myself after that.
I usually take the FX to work. It's a mere 30-minute ride and I pay just P10. I get off about three blocks from work, and after that it's a 5-minute walk. The fixed route of the FX will take it through San Miguel Avenue, at the end of which it makes a left turn to go to Pasig. There are some times however when these FXs will not travel the rest of San Miguel Ave. This usually happens when some lazy bitch or jerk who don't feel like walking will ask the driver, "Mama, dadaan po ba ng Tektite? (Mister, are you going to pass by Tektite?) Tektite is the Philippine Stock Exchange building which is, may I emphasize, a mere block away from San Miguel Avenue! If the driver decides to take the Exchange Road leading to Tektite, another five minutes is added to my walk to the office. Since I don't want to get to work already pissed off (enough problems are already waiting for me there), I usually just keep my mouth, grit my teeth, and let 'em get what they want.
Last Thursday, however, I wasn't feeling particularly pleased with the world so when one of the passengers asked to be taken straight to Tektite, I complained. I pointed out that she'd need to walk just one freakin' block. The walk may even do wonders for her heart. Instead of thanking me for my concern for her health, she got out and slammed the door on me. I smiled at her instead.
Inspite of my smile, however, I still haven't forgiven her. And I still remember what she looks like. She better pray I don't run into her one of these days... I just might.... do something.
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I usually take the FX to work. It's a mere 30-minute ride and I pay just P10. I get off about three blocks from work, and after that it's a 5-minute walk. The fixed route of the FX will take it through San Miguel Avenue, at the end of which it makes a left turn to go to Pasig. There are some times however when these FXs will not travel the rest of San Miguel Ave. This usually happens when some lazy bitch or jerk who don't feel like walking will ask the driver, "Mama, dadaan po ba ng Tektite? (Mister, are you going to pass by Tektite?) Tektite is the Philippine Stock Exchange building which is, may I emphasize, a mere block away from San Miguel Avenue! If the driver decides to take the Exchange Road leading to Tektite, another five minutes is added to my walk to the office. Since I don't want to get to work already pissed off (enough problems are already waiting for me there), I usually just keep my mouth, grit my teeth, and let 'em get what they want.
Last Thursday, however, I wasn't feeling particularly pleased with the world so when one of the passengers asked to be taken straight to Tektite, I complained. I pointed out that she'd need to walk just one freakin' block. The walk may even do wonders for her heart. Instead of thanking me for my concern for her health, she got out and slammed the door on me. I smiled at her instead.
Inspite of my smile, however, I still haven't forgiven her. And I still remember what she looks like. She better pray I don't run into her one of these days... I just might.... do something.
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