the so called school life of mine!

im getting ready for my next module. i know its going to be tough next week. they have us downloaded the language were using. good thing the software plays on all platform. working on C++ was never easy but as the days goes on i find it cool. refreshing my university days makes me reminisce how hard is it to say hello world in perl. im not that inclined to perl  or some other family of high-level, general-purpose, interpreted, dynamic programming languages but i love java. clearly speaking i am more on the IT mode nowadays. 

 as i have told you in my previous post most of my classmates are boys and far much older and smarter than me.

   i work hard and exert extra effort for me not to be left behind

i love going to this kind of modular training's because i get to see the world infront of me. 

although sometimes the environment is boring but getting in this class is not everybody's privilege. 

 gathering around the training venue is one of my most favorite part. not because i will get to see my classmates or my crush but i get to see the latest gadget in front of me. i mean glorious gadgets which means from the worlds fastest notebook...

 to the worlds priciest netbook

 and up to the worlds smallest netbook

that i can never get my eyes off those machines although im using a touchscreen but i really like those little gadgets

Training duration's usually ends every 7th day and during this time, we experience physical development, emotions, friendships, relationships, and especially constant knowledge. Happiness, sadness and other emotions, or even love sick, we all can find it there. That's why this school life of mine is one of the best moments of my life. It is different from university life and adult life, very different! 

 usually we stay in a hotel room enough to occupy three people

 this is how it looks like with wifi, tv, aircon, hot shower and bath and the smell is so good

 sometimes we stay very late

 that sometimes when it so cold and youre sleepy you cant even restore the gadgets properly. we cant go shopping either. we do them on the last day.

 we ate a lot...that's basic!

 and drink a lot too :)

 for every modules its your own prerogative as how are you going to make it through the day. as for me i cant go without my droids.

 i play before i sleep that makes me alive!

 we start our day before the sun goes up

 and usually end them three hours after the sun sets down

you will never know how much we learned from this people and environment and i really love it here

This is my school life!

I love it because its above different :)

let's trick or treat!

Photo's courtesy by google.com 

Do you end up with only one bag full of candy at the end of Halloween? Here's how to end up with two or more! (all text here are from the wikiHow)

1. Think back on last year's Halloween in your neighborhood. Which houses had the best candies, and which had the worst or "so-so" candies? The aim is to bypass those houses only interested in giving out toothbrushes, apples, and granola bars, or those houses where the candies are meted out in small amounts.

A neighborhood with small yards and sidewalks allows you to hit more houses in the allotted time. And apartment complexes with many doors can cut down on walking time.

When assessing who gives out lots of candies, ask friends if they can also come up with such knowledge to allow you to compare notes and target the houses that give the most of the biggest selections. If you're planning with friends, you can also trade later to help even out the candy selection you ultimately receive.

2. Prepare your costume. The quality and fanciness of your costume can affect how many candies you're given. The more interesting, cute, scary, etc., your costume, the more likely that the candy giver will "reward" you for your effort by giving you more candy. Be sure to act in character too, to help complete the effect and totally win over the candy givers.

3. Choose a suitable bag. Use a backpack, a large bag with a drawstring, or a pillowcase to hold all of your trick and treat loot. The bag needs to be easy to carry, able to hold a lot comfortably and strong.

If using a pillowcase and you're concerned it might break or you see it is frayed or even has a hole or two, double it up with another pillowcase.

If possible, also have a smaller basket or container. This will enable you to keep your larger treat bag stashed somewhere safe to return to and refill regularly. Or, if you're in your own street, run home and dump the loot and head out again.

It's recommended that you add a light or reflective tape to your candy bag to help make you more visible after dark.

4. Prepare a map of your intended best candy-giving houses trail. It can be street specific or just a general idea of where to go and where to avoid. This map may help you to keep on track when the foot traffic and parties increase during the night but it can also serve as a reminder of which houses usually have the best candies. Use the map as a reminder of where you went as well, so that you don't back track and waste time or look greedy!

If you're turning up in another suburb known for its amazing candies on Halloween, a map and plan is an absolute must so that you don't get lost.

5. Make a suitable time to start trick or treating. It's best to start early, when the treats are still in plentiful supply in the houses of your neighborhood. Some houses run out early because they're too generous to begin with; you might as well be the first to take advantage of this generosity!

The majority of parents take their young children out at the beginning of sunset, to let the kids have a sufficient time before dark. If you want to start this early, be aware you'll be turning up with the little ones. If you have younger siblings, this can be a good excuse to turn up too, or just offer to take the neighbor's kids with you.

Note that some cities or neighborhoods start to turn off their lights between 8 pm and 10 pm; don't be out treating too late or you'll miss the treats or get the dregs.

Watch the houses that turn off their lights; this is the standard indication that Halloween is over for that household, or that they've run out of goodies.

6. Bring your manners. Grown-ups like manners, it's just the way they're built; accept that being polite will win you more candies than being evasive, gruff, or rude. Compliment the householder on their Halloween decorations. And always say "Trick or Treat?" with a big smile. The evening is about having fun with others; be thoughtful enough to make it seem that each house is worth more than just being a loot filling station!

Avoid lingering at any Halloween parties, haunted houses, or special events. Even though they all look or sound cool, every minute counts while going from house to house in one night. Any obstacle will deter you from your candy goal. Unless you're certain that there is candy to be had at any of these places, consider not even venturing into them. You can always go back and check them out later (mark them on your map).

Don't eat your candies as you're going. The time spent eating them and the sugar high will slow you down!

Double back in a new costume. If you're really keen for more candies, change your costume or mask and return for more. If you do this though, make sure you're not recognizable or the people might refuse to give you anything, or worse, demand that you give back the second lot of candy.

Another tip is to empty your container as often as possible so that it looks as if you've just started treating or as if other people have been stingy; this may encourage people to offer you more candies than if your bucket is full.

7. Form a candy gang. This way more of you can cover greater distances and then share your spoils together. Gather back together at a certain time and place to share or trade candies. Use a trading method on two small candies for a big one or qualities per candy. The trading method works when someone does not like something they got and would like another candy or when they've hit the jackpot and have been given too many of one sort.

When you do go trick or treating as a group, keep the numbers small. It's less overwhelming for the householder to have a few kids on the doorstep, and easier to give out the candies. It's also less likely to result in trading arguments at the end.

If you have a bike and a bike basket, use them. It is quick and easy transportation.

If you have broken a limb, go with the cast showing for sympathy candy. This works best with younger kids or cuter and less scary costumes.

If you have a family member or friend who drives, ask them to pick you up and drop you off in another neighborhood for different results.

While it may be fun to try on getting loads of candy, stay safe while crossing the street or darting in the middle of roads.

If you live very close to a long street with many houses they may all have candy! You can get tons and some may even set bowls of candy outside to take for yourself (if you want to maximize your candy, take the whole bowl – knowing that you're pretty much a meanie doing so).

If you have a sibling or cousin, this is a must. You both go your separate ways for a while but make sure you are both supervised, then when you come back take her on your street so they can give your sibling/cousin candy-and you.

Some people may say you're too old, so have an excuse. A good, believable one would be "I'm just taking my younger brother/sister/cousin." Or laugh it off and say "I'm yet to grow up and I've still got a sweet tooth!"

Wear something flexible so you can go to more houses without being uncomfortable. Try to wear something that reflects in car headlights for safety.

You'll need a backpack to store extra costumes, back-up candy bags, and anything else you want to bring with you.

If you are really desperate for more candies, take along another basket and say it's for your sick friend or sibling. The karma of such a lie rests with you.

If your parents aren't keen on pillowcases leaving the house, buy some cheap from a thrift store.

If it's toward the end of the night, ask them if they think they're going to have leftover candy that will just get thrown out. If they say yes, ask if you can have an extra piece or two. They might even give you three or four. If they overestimated how much they should buy, or it's a rainy night (and there weren't a lot of trick or treaters), they might even give you more! Just remember to be polite when you ask.

If the person lets you grab the candy out of the bucket yourself, put on a sweet voice and ask, 'How many can I get?'.

Donate the extra! You don't have to eat it all yourself!

Warnings!

If you see that the front lights are off, do not ring the doorbell. It means that they're not participating and they might be annoyed by you doing so.

If it is late (after 10pm), do not go to houses with lights off. They may be sleeping or fed up with the trick and treating.

Try and stick together. Bring a friend or two with you for safety.

Don't scare the little kids to get candy, it's mean and is likely to get you into trouble.

Even though its Halloween, don't eat too much candy in one night. it's best that you save some for other nights and, eating too much can get you sick. Keep a stash to enjoy over the upcoming weeks.

Enjoy your trick or treating! Happy Halloween! 

I want to live the rest of my life the best of my life.

For the last 28 years my life has never been that good and never been that bad. I have perfect flaws which tell me I am a full bloom human! I’ve done a lot of crazy things. I’ve committed a lot of mistakes. I’ve been to different places. I was loved and I loved in return. Things aren’t always the same day by day. I try to live the best I could. I lost my father when I was 25 but life moves on and I prefer to be happy. I got my very first job when I was merely 19. And I proved to myself that I can survive the days better than any other do and i believe that now i can defend my ground better. 

I had always been a positive thinker. I seldom say no. and even if you dont agree as for myself I know I was always a good kid. I fought my brother over the box of chocolates. I wear everything I feel like wearing even if it doesn’t fit me. I love watching cartoon network which has been the ultimate avenue to dissolve things stacked up in my mind and the k-pop helps me to learn asian languages. I am a 50% Ilocano, 25% tagalog  but the attitude I have made me a pure blooded bicolano.

For the last 28 years I have eaten the food I wanted for breakfast, dinner and brunch. Spaghetti has been my national anthem. I even cooked for myself the food I wanted and eat them even if it tastes awful. I was lucky to get a good education. Lucky to taste every specialty they got in town . Learn to speak English. Lucky to wear the shirt and the shoes I want. Lucky to have a lot of slippers and comfortable bed where i get the freedom when I want to sleep and leave the bed. I have hated and loved the Mondays and Fridays and weekends too. I have learned to deceive the alarm clock when it says 6:60 and its time to wake up. Countless shouting of mom its not yet time my alarm said its not 7:00 and its 6:60! There are too many episodes of drag me by the hair to get me up and the nth count of banging myself to the wall too. I just love sleeping. I have drink tons of vitamin c and paracetamol too. I have been robbed not just once but twice.

I have sung a lot of songs. I downloaded a lot from itunes. Watching movies have been my top priority. I lost count of my toy soldiers, knights, cowboys, pirates and tiny robots. I have learned to love my work and had professionally managed to master the art of cramming and  had successfully beat the endless episodes of deadlines. I have become aware of the outcome of irresponsibility too.

Wow! 28 years and counting! I want to thank god for giving me life and for mom for bringing me to the world. for my brother lao for loving me and mom. Likewise to all my relatives who are always there for me. For filling in the gaps I can’t afford for. For providing me everything I needed. For loving me unconditionally. And for all of you who kept on believing in me. For keeping me as a friend, for listening to all my stories. For scolding me that i had been too much.  For teaching me what I need to know and for molding me to become a better person.

Life has a lot to offer we just have to be positive and enjoy our every second on earth. we just have to be contented of what we have and work hard to get every little dream we want. and remember that no matter how tough the day was... we have to make it through! I didn’t usually ask god for much but I know for myself he is always there for me. For this year and the years to come I will make sure to live the rest of my life... the best of my life.

your mouth is lovely

Its title taken from a Russian Jewish saying pronounced over a child speaking her first words, Nancy Richler’s novel Your Mouth Is Lovely brings to life a tiny Russian Jewish village of the early twentieth century and the brutal imprisonment that socialist agitators were subjected to by the imperial government.

The storyteller is a young mother, Miriam, 23 years old and already jailed in Siberia for six years. The story is her memoir in the form of a letter to her six-year-old daughter, who was taken away from her at birth. It starts with the painful circumstances of Miriam’s birth and abandonment by her superstitious mother. She’s raised at first by a family friend and then by her father and stepmother after they marry.

Miriam’s village sits between a pine forest and a vast marsh that locals are drawn to even while it frightens them and fuels their belief in a malevolent supernatural. Most of the characters are women, and they are both superstitious and smart, judgmental and kind. Richler controls the potential sprawl of the plot and settings by staying focused on the details seen through Miriam’s eyes. Her stepmother satisfyingly evolves from a young wife who doesn’t particularly want Miriam in her home to a stern, loving, and steadfast mother.

The few male characters act as catalysts in the plot, starting in flashback to Miriam’s late mother’s seduction, and continuing as time passes and some of the young villagers begin to agitate against the tsar’s regime. The novel exposes the brutality of the regime as well as that of the radical socialists, who in 1905 struggle through one abortive "revolution" after another. Tsarist police throw teenagers in jail for distributing leaflets; radical organizers exploit and steal from each other. Young women activists touchingly confide their longings for a beautiful coat or dress only to a trustworthy friend so as not to be thought decadent by their comrades.

Miriam is first doomed and later helped by her stepmother’s idealistic sister Bayla, who rejects a traditional arranged marriage within the village and vanishes to Kiev with her socialist lover. Eventually the distant Bayla grudgingly admits she longs for true love, to be cherished for herself instead of earning her worth by struggling for revolution. Her more stridently political lover admits to feeling a fatal reluctance at a crucial moment. Mixed feelings are everywhere. Miriam’s views of the swamp, the forest, her parents and friends, and the few affluent villagers change throughout her young life. She’s a completely believable character, with the warmth and the fears and flaws of a real person. The reader’s sympathy for Miriam grows as she begins to long to make independent choices, though she is not well equipped for them thanks to her sheltered upbringing. Her healthy adolescent drive for a life and an identity independent of her family’s is what pushes her into the circle of doomed revolutionaries. The reader can almost see what is coming and it’s poignant to know this noble young woman is going to lose her freedom. (This is not a plot-spoiler; the book is told in flashback.)

Miriam spends most of her time in flashback, but she gives us glimpses of her life in prison. She lives with several other women "politicals" in a frigid shack whose interior is coated with ice all winter. In summer, they grow a stingy garden in a courtyard outside. The women pay visits to a nearby house of criminal women, who live in even more squalid, crowded conditions, to help them stay as clean and healthy as possible. Madness is always on the edge of each woman’s consciousness, and it intrudes so frequently that they have devised specific methods of trying to help each other hold onto sanity.

Miriam’s driving hope, the source of her will to survive, is her letter to her daughter, whom she knows she may never see. Her hope and her persistent work on the memoir is fueled by letters from her daughter’s foster-mother and from her own stepmother, who now lives as far as it’s possible to get from the village where the story began. At the end, I closed the book feeling equal amounts hope and doubt, just as I would in a real life-and-death situation. The author could have afforded to let the plot of Your Mouth Is Lovely ramble a bit more, but I loved it anyway. If you prefer books that are tightly written and unified in viewpoint, this is an especially good read. ----google.com----

oh you really...graduated?

"Knowledge itself is power,” was written over 400 years ago by Francis Bacon, an English philosopher. I have been told this same statement since I was six years old, whether from a teacher, my parents, or a public service announcement on television. Knowledge certainly is power, and the more you know, the further in life you can go. But it simply is not this simple anymore. The knowledge of today needs to be backed up by a degree or two from a well-known and respected institution. Knowledge for knowledge’s sake is wonderful, but knowledge with a B.A., B.S., J.D., M.B.A., or Ph.D. behind it is more likely to pay the bills and obtain status.

Believe it or not, your academic success at college will greatly enhance your social life.

College is necessary today, the next task after high school. Most of my old friends went on to a four-year college or university. It was expected of us. During high school, I was asked where I would go to college and what I would study. I found myself repeating the same speech, but really questioning my words as they poured out. How was I supposed to know what I wanted to do with my life at the ripe old age of seventeen? Life was filled with days spent walking the halls, talking to friends, avoiding going back to boring classes. High school was like a four-year long foreplay for really experiencing life. I could not wait to finish high school, move out of my small town, and get on with it. College symbolized freedom and opportunity. I felt like I had the world on a string the day I graduated.

Then I went to college. Fear crept in. I was a freshman nobody with no friends and no idea as to what was going on. My first year whizzed by (Thank God), and upon returning home for summer, I realized how different I had become. I had turned into this complex being who found it difficult to relate to old friends, preferring to spend time with (brace yourself) my family. Those three months passed quickly, and I was soon moving back to school and into my very first apartment. I had the world by a string again. I was no longer a freshman; I now mocked these clueless creatures who traveled in packs to buy textbooks and to experience their first college house party, full of cheap beer and bright red cups. I began to figure out who I was, what I wanted out of life, who I wanted to become. And I realized that college was necessary for this; not necessarily for the education I was getting (albeit great and from an excellent university), but from everything else that I was experiencing. These four years (or five, as is my case) would become my ticket to life, to who I could become, to where I could go. I suddenly realized that I needed a college education to be taken seriously and given respect in society. Going to college provided me with the setting to meet people from all walks of life, travel to and study in far-away locales, learn about myself and the world, and ultimately, to cultivate my goals in life and figure out what is important to me.

and that too applies to my brother so last march 29, 2008 my brother graduated with the degree in bachelor of science in nursing at the ateneo de naga university- a premier jesuit school in the philippines.

imagine for four years dream mo lang na magka college ring tulad namin and now you actually have it na. how nice! for four years, eight semesters, three summer class more than million pesoses na gastos natapos din ang paghihirap ni law sa school.

congratulations lao and god bless you always! pa cheezeburger ka naman dyan :)