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Thursday, August 29, 2002
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I like gadgets. I like them but I don't buy them. The only nice gadget I bought for myself is a camera. A small APS camera. Sucks because the cartridge is so expensive to have developed. Anyways, it looks good always mistaken as a digital camera, but well, its just an APS one.
I've been wanting to buy myself a PDA. I had my eye on the Palm m515 for sometime now. But I really never get around to buying it. The closest I got was assessing the payment scheme I would use to get one. In my fits of depression, I would sometimes tell myself that I would buy one if I get out of there. But when I start to be all jolly again, I would just shrug it aside. The closest I got to it was playing with Agnes' m100. Sheesh! di ko alam kung dahil Ilokano lang ako o ano...
One time, I actually went to the store and asked for the breakdown for an 18 month scheme. Then I thought about tuition for grad school and told myself to just forget about it.
Nunininu....
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/29/2002 11:39:00 PM
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Wednesday, August 28, 2002
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I was on my way home yesterday when I chanced upon a banner in Greenbelt 3 saying that Rex Navarette had a show a 7 last night. Thinking I had nothing better to do anyways than wait, I tugged Agnes to the nearest escalator and we were on our way to the food court.
When we got there, it was standing room only. It was 6:20 at that time and Agnes had to leave because it was her son's periodicals and she had to tutor. I, on the other hand, don't wanna miss a live comedy show. So, she left me, and I was off to brave the crowds all by myself.
The show started promptly at exactly 7pm. Good for me, since I was standing with not a seat in sight. I had a pretty good view of the stage but then this really argh couple pushed their way into being in front of me, blocking the view. I had to crane my neck just to catch a glimpse of the stage once in a while. Being tall finally paid off! :)
Overall, the show was hilarious. I was laughing all by myself. DA POGI decided to follow but, then, with the crowds decided to stay where he was. So we watched the show all by our lonesome selves and decided to see each other after the show.
Well all I can say is it was worth the three hours of standing. And now I can use this line:
Do you pantasize about my panty size?
Heck! That sounded much better when Rex said it. :)
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/28/2002 03:58:00 PM
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Whenever I think about the events that happened in my life recently, I smile. It has been a rough 2 weeks with expectations of me getting higher and higher as the days go by. It makes me happy that people have confidence in my skills and a little scared that I might not be able to perform to their expectations. I know, I am a pessimistic person.
So here I am, not even 24, and I am dealing with one of the most challenging times in my career. I never thought it would come to a point wherein I would be sucked in at hour long meetings where my opinion mattered. Where in my issues would be given priority. I just hope that I would survive this with my head still intact and not blown out of proportion. I cross my fingers that failure would walk away from me. If wanting something would make you really get it, then I desperately want to succeed.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/28/2002 01:53:00 AM
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Monday, August 26, 2002
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I never knew that writer's block will come this early into my blogging life. I've been doing this for a month and it seems that I am running out of things to write about.
For that matter, I never knew that Johnny B's job was so tiring. He left last week and the things he passed on to me just seems to eat more and more of my time. I have spent yesterday till 7PM at the office. I was usually out by 4PM so this is a little unusual.
More later...
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Sometimes I just don't understand it when people get all demanding. It's not as if I am not paying attention to them. It's just a matter of prioritizing. Believe me! If there could be 10 Jens they would each have a number one priority.
It's not that what you are saying is not important. I keep them in mind. I even list them down.
Thanks to this blog, I had a breather.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/26/2002 06:16:00 PM
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Notes to self:
1. Call grad school. There is still a probability that you passed that exam.
2. Get yourself some exercise. Flabby isn't cool anymore.
3. Save. If you pass the exam, you'll need the money to pay for tuition.
4. Don't call unless you really have to. They won't be able to track personal SMS but they can track personal phone calls.
5. Magsipsip sa Nanay. If number 3 fails, at least you have a back up.
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Nobody texts me anymore because of my new number. Even DA POGI calls me instead of texting me. Hay! Maybe its true, I'm too attached to the SMS technology...
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/26/2002 03:24:00 AM
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Thursday, August 22, 2002
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I'd like to think of change as going on to the next phase of your life.
This week, I've been going on to the next phase almost everyday.
I changed mobile phone providers and my friends using globe went havoc. They probably wouldn't text me anymore because of the additional 1 peso charge.
I took on more responsibilities at work. I'm just not at support and development but a little paperwork was passed on to me as well. I think I'm coping up pretty well. I had lots of offer from the sups to reduce my work load.
I am experiencing a relationship shift. People are playing musical chairs with me. Some shifting their importance in my life and some getting into the game. My circle is getting bigger rather than smaller with the addition of new faces that I have to build a relationship with.
I'm stuck with knowing my pseudo-purpose and not my real purpose.
My 3-year plan won't get moving till the end of 2003.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/22/2002 07:57:00 PM
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Tuesday, August 20, 2002
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Snippets
I have always wondered what would happen to me if I wasn't constantly tired. I have come to a point in my career wherein I get tired. I know this is a sign of burn out. The over enthusiastic part of me just wants to have everything.
I'm still awaiting the results of the admission exam. It's not that its keeping me awake at night. I'm just anxious to see how I did. This is my last chance of not writing a 5000 word essay on why I am qualified to be admitted to grad school. If I fail this exam I have got to start working on that essay.
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I wore cream pants today. I didn't know it was going to rain. I just wanted to wear light colored pants to take a break from my jeans dominated days. To top it off, I wore my nice cross trainers. Good thing the heavens were just drizzling. If not, the OC in me will be forever mindful of mud splatters in light colored pants. I would be distracted for the whole day if that happened.
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Been going around the web. Found out that Nic started to update his site again. :)
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I just finished taking a 6 hour web based training. Talk about straining the eye. tsk tsk tsk...
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/20/2002 04:50:00 PM
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Monday, August 19, 2002
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Rant alert!
I have nothing against people who smoke, but if there's a No Smoking sign it means No Smoking!!!
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Waaah! I need to polish up on using Excel.
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DA GANDA blogged @ 8/19/2002 04:47:00 PM
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Sunday, August 18, 2002
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What has happened to me?
My propensity to be more pakikay has gone stronger as each day passes by.
I have noticed a couple of things about me that I usually do not do. When I was in college, I was content wearing shorts, a tshirt and birkenstocks for class. I usually do not bother with things such as combing my hair. I don't even wear pagirly blouses. I was content to bring out the siga in me.
I think I've changed. For one, I finally gave in to DA POGI's pleads that I grow my hair. Now that I am at it for a year now, I can't imagine not having shoulder length hair. Times will come when I think about my short hair, but everytime it does, I just think about what a waste it would be if I cut it. It doesn't look that good either. It's just I feel more lady like with my hair on my shoulders.
My bespren would attest to this: I don't like combing my hair. But it seems with the advent of my hitting kikay-hood, I have come to spend more and more time in front of the mirror. Heck! Buying stuff for my hair even excites me. Everytime I go to SM, I always pass by the area where they sell ponytails and stuff. I would be the correct person to ask if you need something to tie your hair.
Another thing: I always worry about how I smell. It's not that I smelled like a pig sty before. Now, I'm just more conscious. Investing money on colognes that will make me smell better. Even the shampoo I use should be the right smell for me. Now, I never leave home without spritzing on a dash of cologne.
Then another: I am now more conscious of what I wear. I have gained weight since graduation. I was content to hide it behind tshirts and jeans. But now, I find myself worrying if I looked fat with what I am wearing. It used to be a non-problem before. I even resorted to dieting so I'll lose some weight. ( I have since come to terms that I looked fatter than before but I am not fat.)
Ugh! It's not fun being a girl!
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Instant email from DA POGI:
"i do hope that you still find it fun to be a girl. : ) 'coz you make me feel happy.
i'm happy if you are and i feel proud to be your man.
you're not fat, just right. (at least you're not underweight like before) gaining weight makes you look better (i may have a biased opinion there. hehehe)
one thing is for sure... you're still my one and only love. =)"
Aaww! Shucks!
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/18/2002 08:06:00 PM
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Thursday, August 15, 2002
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Bespren
I have this urge to make lists.
Anyways, here's my take on why bespren is the best.
1. She gets all my pagpapacute.
2. She's more mataray than I am.
3. She never forgets my birthday.
4. I know I can count on her no matter what.
5. She's a unique person. As in, nag-iisa lang sa mundo.
6. She doesn't complain when I whine.
7. I can make her laugh and she can make me laugh.
8. She's a great secret keeper.
9. She keeps me grounded.
10. She reads my blog even if I don't force her to.
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Today is Mitchie Girl's birthday! Happy birthday! :)
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/15/2002 06:18:00 PM
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Wednesday, August 14, 2002
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To Johnny B.
Johnny B closed all the deals. He finally made it final. He'll be on terminal leave starting some time soon.
So these are the ten things I learned about Johnny B in the 2 years that we've known each other.
1. He claims to be one well dressed and well groomed person. In short he's a neat freak. He'd rather be dead than be seen with his hair or clothes in disarray. He has the widest array of bath gels and he gets it when I talk about Bath and Body works. Actually, he was the one who introduced me to Bath and Body works. He has a thing about his shoes being clean.
2. He's a Mama's boy. Not the bad kind, he is still after all the man that he is. But one of the most important people in his life is his mom. He shares a friendship with his mother that is strengthened by time and challenges that they faced together.
3. When he's right, he's right. Maybe in that way we are alike. He doesn't give in if he knows that he is right. When his mind is set its set. It's very difficult to sway him. I don't know if he gets pikon when I challenge him. Sometimes I do it, makapang-asar lang. :)
4. He's a health buff. An avid gym goer. He even influenced Backstreet Boy to go to the gym with him. He reads a lot about stuff on how to improve his health.
5. Four girlfriends since I've known him. Enough said about that.
6. He believes in horoscopes. Being both Librans, he believes that we get along well because of the way the stars are aligned. He knows most of the characteristics of the horoscope signs. Hmm... maybe this is his secret to attaining number 5... :D
7. He hates it when his tissue box is squished. See number 1. For that matter, all his things are properly arranged. His files organized.
8. He swears when he's mad. He cusses when he's with the boys. I once heard him giving out a malutong na p***angina because the code he was doing wasn't behaving the way that he expected.
9. His voice changes when he's talking to a girl. It is very noticeable. His voice dips lower, sometimes almost a whisper when he's talking to a girl. Dunno if this is to prevent me from eavesdropping or if it's because of the fact that girls are more attracted to men with lower voices. Again, see number 5.
10. He can be trusted with secret stuff. And he always has a drop of wisdom to share to solve your problem.
To Johnny B, thanks for being a kuya, a friend and a good boss. Good luck and see you around.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/14/2002 06:37:00 PM
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Tuesday, August 13, 2002
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Drowning
I'm drowning.
Been resisting, been fighting.
The current is too strong it takes me with it.
I'm drowning.
In tears not yet wept.
In sweat not yet given.
Too scared to shout for help, too scared to work for it.
I'm drowning without a fight.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/13/2002 11:40:00 PM
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Monday, August 12, 2002
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L=Y
I made the funniest comment yesterday.
me: Ano ang english ng palong?
Backstreet Boy: Ano?
me: e di fatherplant.
BB: huh?!
me: kasi di ba ang talong, eggplant. e di yung huli nung palong plant. yung pa e father sa english, e di fatherplant.
BB: ...
me: ay mali! dapat pala umbreyya! kasi di ba ang payong umbrella, e di ang palong, umbreyya!
BB: ...
I have too much time on my hands.
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I think the sniffles are attacking me again. I woke up this morning with a bedroomy voice and a clogged nose. My throat is a little sore, my eyes somewhat watery. I hate this feeling!
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/12/2002 05:15:00 PM
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Sunday, August 11, 2002
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Tayo na sa Antipolo
Went off to Antipolo yesterday to get some R&R with DA POGI and his family. Had mass at the Antipolo Church. Being a Sunday, the place was packed. Both with tourists and locals. Can barely breathe. The church was undergoing renovation and it was not the place to be. I missed the comforts of the old church. O well! At least I was able to make a wish.
More later. It's Monday and I'm not in the groove.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/11/2002 07:01:00 PM
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Friday, August 09, 2002
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Maybe Grissom can hire me for CSI...
Took this test.
The Right Job for you will allow you to be: Creative and Analytical
You're a visionary in many people's eyes � able to think outside of the box to come up with your own solutions. You're creative not necessarily in the artistic sense, but because you can expand your mind to do things differently from others.
It might take a while for colleagues to recognize and reward for your entrepreneurial spirit and abilities. That could be because they envy you, or because they find your ideas slightly rebellious � willing to go against the current.
All in all, you make it hard for people to pigeon hole you. That is why you, more than others, need a job that allows you to play to your strengths, break out of the mold, and truly excel.
I also took this test. This is what they told me:
Your IQ score is 126
During the test, you answered four different types of questions � mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We were able to analyze how you did on each set of those questions, which allows us to shed light on the way your brain uniquely functions. At the same time, we compared your answers with others who have taken the test, and according to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is an Insightful Linguist. The first thing we can tell you about that is you have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. But that's just scratching the surface.
emode has never read my blog.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/09/2002 03:36:00 AM
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Thursday, August 08, 2002
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Scary Stuart Little
Yipee! It's a Friday! The happiest day of the work week. :)
Last night on the way home, I was thinking about my would be entry for today. My mind was buzzing with ideas and, as usual, I forgot about it by the time I'm ready to write today's entry. The morning was uneventful, as most of my mornings go. Things get working after lunch.
Bespren read my blog about the rat. I think she had a heart attack. The intensity of her rodent hatred is much much much greater than mine. Take my disgust for the creature and multiply it about a hundred times and you get the extent of her hatred. She can't blame me at all because I gave her a warning to stop reading. Usi kasi. Tignan mo ang nangyari.
I don't know if Bespren still remembers Marvin's Kris Kringle gift for me. I think it was about 5 Christmases ago when this happened. The gift should be white and furry. Marvin gave me 2 dagang costas as a prank. When I opened the gift, I had goosebumps from just looking at the furry creatures. The others thought that they were cute. But not us. If not for Marvin's angelic looks I would've lashed at him. But I know that it was not his idea. Someone else was playing a cruel joke on us. Halata bang crush si Marvs?
The dagang costas met their end one rainy afternoon. I had nowhere to keep them, and no one wanted to adopt them. Pam, brought them to the UP track oval to let them free. But it started to rain so she wasn't able to open the canister. She left them, with the hole covered lid still intact. They must've drowned because of that rain.
I didn't know that Bespren had an aversion for rodents at that time. But since then, she had been very vocal about her disgust. She wouldn't even watch Stuart Little. Even for just the cuteness factor.
I don't know who caught the aversion from whom. One thing I know, we should be kept away from rats or snakes, or else we'll whimpering and screaming like girls.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/08/2002 10:14:00 PM
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Wednesday, August 07, 2002
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My High School friends
It's been 8 years since high school graduation.
I remember my grade 10 classmates as the most diverse group of people I have ever met. There was a group of girls who were the best dancers! They always danced at programs and always to the tune of the latest dance craze. There was a group which included the quietest girls in class. They would only giggle and smile amongst themselves. My friends, some of whom I've known since my first day in high school, were a picture of diversity because our friendship is just one of the few things that we share.
A, with whom I share the gift of height, was, and still is, the funniest person I've met. She would always find ways to make us laugh. With her witty remarks and her comments full of wisdom, she makes even the most boring conversation interesting. We were not allowed to seat together in class because that would mean chaos.
L is the prettiest one. She is a real head-turner. Not only does she look angelic, she has the heart of an angel also. She's one of the kindest persons I know. One you could always count on when you have something to bear, be it emotional or financial. :D
My friend C is the baby of the group. I remember when we were in high school, she would just sit in her chair and keep quiet if she has a tampo with one of us. But I loved her because she was the one who always had food!
B's my quietest friend. She has a very soft voice. We call her Sister B because she was the most active in religious activities.
B's bestest friend is TA. TA and L are almost like twins. With their fair skin and both of them being fashionistas. What's peculiar about T is that she lives in Dasma, and loves Andrew E. She has Andrew E's songs memorized by heart, with a collection of Andrew E tapes to boot!
K is the most talkative among us. A and I are talkers, but K always beats us. I've always wondered how she could still spend so much time on the telephone when she talks a thousand words a minute. She would stay up till midnight talking on the phone.
TP is the only one among us which has baon large enough to treat all of us with one spaghetti meal at Mama's. She would always be designated as the class treasurer because the people in class knows that she'll be able to replace the money if she lost it. A loves to tease her about stuff because she catches up a little slower on punch lines. One thing great about TP: her smile would always light up her face! :)
RP is one of the best volleyball players in our grade level. She was also one of the great jackstone players I know!
RI would always have a comb in her pocket. When we were in grade 9, she would always be at our private mirror room (read: the ballet room in school). For that matter, come lunch time, they would all be lined up in the private mirror room!
Those are my friends. With that kind of diversity, no wonder I am such a well rounded person. Naks naman!
Donations to the Jen Scholarship Fund will be most appreciated. :D
--> My bunny doll was paralyzed today. He can no longer hook to bags. From a keychain, he was demoted to a mere table display. tsk tsk tsk...
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/07/2002 06:00:00 PM
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Tuesday, August 06, 2002
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Nightmarish Lunch
Just came back from lunch. Johnny B (aka my boss) and Backstreet Boy(aka my officemate) were with me. We had lunch at Mangan.
If anybody remembers, there was a spam mail going around about uod in Mangan's bagoong. Being brave souls that we are, we didn't even consider that as a warning. Actually, we were just so hungry that we didn't even think, and just went to the restaurant with less people.
Anyways, we placed our orders and went on with the usual bantering that we do when we're at lunch. I was thinking of something, which my mind doesn't remember now, and just looked at the ceiling. I saw something terrible!
Bespren, if you are reading this, stop now!
I saw a rat, the size of a kitten walking on the pipes! I was just dumbstruck. The rat was larger than those I have seen. It was unbelievable considering that we are at Glorietta.
Johnny B and Backstreet Boy knowing that I have this aversion for rats (something I got from my best friend) teased me. Saying that the rat was on its way to the kitchen. I was near the kitchen door. As they teased me, Backstreet Boy's foot brushed my leg. I yelped and suddenly put my feet up. I thought the rat brushed on my leg!
I could barely concentrate on eating. I was thinking about the rat. What if it suddenly jumped from the post and went flying into the kitchen? And man, what a bad day! After eating, I saw a cockroach making it's way to the kitchen. The food must really smell that good to attract such following!
Thankfully, Johnny B paid for lunch. Serves me right for not heeding spam mail's advice.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/06/2002 11:21:00 PM
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What can I say?
Nothing much has been happening. If stuff has been happening, I am not in direct involvement. If I am in direct involvement, its not something I want to be involved in.
I just want to move on to the next phase.
Hay! It's just one of those days.
--> Added the TagBoard on the left nav area. Leave me a message! :)
--> Something's wrong with my archives. I tried to republish but it doesn't show the August 2 entry. It seems that the only way is to publish the archives monthly. grrr!
--> If things keep moving around the nav bar its because I'm experimenting with layout.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/06/2002 05:30:00 PM
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"What we need is not a change of men but a change in men."
I have been telling this all along. I even had an argument with DA POGI about this. We have been talking about the Philippine government and how everything is falling out of place. He is cynical that there is a one person there that can change everything. He says that the whole Philippine government needs to be revamped just so change would appear. He says that even if there is one good person that person would be corrupted by the greed.
I disagreed.
And now, after I listened to Richard Gordon, secretary of Philippine tourism, I gained hope. I now know that there is someone there, other than me, who believes that the change should happen to each and everyone. We can't change other people but we can certainly change the way we are. Nothing good will come out of just hoping and doing nothing. He talked of the 3 D's, Duty, Dignity and Determination. Without one of the three, you'll get nowhere.
We need more men who are hopeful. Out with the cynics. We don't need individuals to run our country, we need someone who is a team player. And the team's name is RP.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/06/2002 01:55:00 AM
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Monday, August 05, 2002
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Hmmmm...
Took the emode wedding date predictor.
YOU ARE CLOSE to finding "the one!" We have carefully calculated your responses according to our scientific formula and harmonized the results to the Venutian lunar calendar. But don't get your hopes up to hear those wedding bells soon, because your bridesmaid days aren't over just yet.
YOU WILL BE MARRIED BY: Saturday, September 10, 2005
And another one:
My weblog owns 6.25 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?
And another: from the Death Test
Mark your calendar or Palm V. You can expect to die on: July 3, 2055 at the age of 76 years old.
On that date you will most likely die from:
Cancer (46%) not improbable
Suicide (13%) interesting...
Alien Abduction (8%) doubtful
Alcoholism (7%) i don't even drink...
Homicide (6%) it was the butler!
Heart Attack (5%) quick! what's the number for 911?
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/05/2002 12:53:00 AM
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Sunday, August 04, 2002
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The last three years have not been good to me
I recently found out why I should've remembered all the calculus stuff I learned in college.
Last Saturday, I took the diagnostic exams for my application for master of engineering. I breezed through the computer questions and probability questions in just 10 minutes. The exam was for two hours and I spent the remaining time looking at my paper wondering how the heck I'll be able to finish the 50 remaining items.
Of course I was able to answer most of the algebra stuff. And trigonometry was easier than I expected. I just memorized SOH-CAH-TOA and I was fine. But why the heck should I remember what Euler's equation is? Or why do I need to remember how to compute the mass moment of inertia? Were they trying to punish me for all the bad things I've done since graduation?
I am an electronics engineer. Why do I need to know how to compute for the force exerted by the weight of a T bar? Why didn't they ask me about transistors and Kirchoff's Laws?
I now know why. It's for cases like this. They wanted to torture me and they succeeded.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/04/2002 04:47:00 PM
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Thursday, August 01, 2002
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A morning of a Wild Woman
Went to the parlor yesterday. Its hard to live up to the URL of this blog. I need to go to the parlor once in a while to beautify myself. Mind you, I don't really need much parlor-ing. But I have come to an age wherein I have become vain when it comes to my hair.
I went to the new parlor across the church near our house. To make a long story short, I ended up having a hair spa treatment with trim instead of my intended hot oil treatment. Since its cheaper than the parlors that I usually go to, I gave in to the suggestion of getting a trim with the hair treatment. I asked the cutter to cut just a little, almost maintaining the length. He did just that, only he followed the length of the shortest hair (I was sporting a layered do). It's not that bad, but I had better.
This is what I get for scrimping. :(
-> It looks like the data transfer to blog*spot is now OK. I am able to transfer data already. I sent the team of blogger a love letter. Just wanted to make sure that they know that I was having withdrawal symptoms from not having to see my blogs published for two days.
DA GANDA blogged @ 8/01/2002 03:52:00 PM
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