doon sa manila bay

I’ve been in places where I felt I had no choice in the matter…it was like living in an empty room…no one to talk to…no one to reach for…I’d cried because I had no clue about how to help myself. I’d been into situation that everything seemed to wither. Bothering questions arises. But no answers found. Fervently I live life according to what I understand…according to what I like…according to me…

But I’ve always believed that we make the best of whatever life hands us. And that God will never let you go without letting you know that life is beautiful. God has its own ways to reach us on how to live life. We sometimes find and learned it in the street…in our home…with love ones…with friends…even in strange things…and sometimes in a very painful way. And people around us had been part of it. Just find way to reflect.

He illuminates my life with things that I seemed not to appreciate before. Opening my mind with the essence of living in this world and by helping me accept him in my heart. No one can move mountains except him. Somehow, I knew that the answer to all my questions are inside me…it’s just that I need a little sometimes.

They may not come easily and they may seem to be hiding, but I trust God and myself enough to follow my heart and intuition. It’s the only way to go. I have no idea on how long will this be, but I refuse to stop trying to make life better. And that’s because he teaches me these:
If I think I can make a difference by changing something that I do, I won’t give up until I do. I would rather go down fighting, hoping and praying than giving up.


Now, I know, no matter what the trial, no matter what others say, I’ll hold on to him and steadfastly believed that I will not be defeated.

For I earnestly believe on what he had promised to us, that if you try to keep your life for your self. You will have hard times. But if you live life with me, you will find true life!.

Now I take time to smell the flowers…to breath…to laugh…to let tears flow with happiness…to sing…to dance…to play with babies…to hug someone everyday…to appreciate every little thing that I see…to enjoy the haggot of life…to love and be loved…to feel beautiful…to pause and pray…no place for worries because indeed, life is beautiful.

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----

kami ni crayola

One of the memories that I will always have about when I was in Kindergarten, was the day my friend taught me about crayon boxes. She was my first real friend, and my best friend at the time. One day we were coloring, and she let me borrow crayons from her huge 64-count box. I thought they were so cool. My little 24-count box was nothing compared to hers.

As we were coloring, I reached over to put a crayon back in the box. If any of you have ever used crayons, you know that sometimes they don't go back in as easy as they came out, and that sometimes you end up with a huge bulge in the box. Well, that's what happened with this particular crayon.

I kept trying to force back in the box so it would fit, and my friend didn't like that too much, since it was her crayon box. She started throwing a fit and I remember her yelling, "Don't force it!" Then she continued to give me a demonstration on how you push the other crayons out of the way to make room for the other one going back into the box.

As we were growing up, we continued to stay good friends in grade school. I remember always teasing her about it, and she said she never remembered that day really, but I know it really happened, because I think it was the first time she ever yelled at me.

When we entered high school, things started to change, like they most often do. We still talked when we got the chance, but we started to make our own friends. We've stayed in touch, always saying hi in the halls and everything, but we weren't the same best friends we were in Kindergarten.

In my fourth year, things really started to change for me. So many different things happened, I felt like I was lost in the world. I didn't know what to do or who I could turn to.

Then one day my friend came to my locker after school because she saw that I had been crying after spending the afternoon in the guidance office. She asked me what was wrong and I knew I could trust her, so I told her everything that was going on in my life. I told her this in a 7 page note and gave it to her in school.

A couple periods later she had stopped me in the halls and gave me a note and told me how she understood and everything. She wrote me and told me how I just need some time for things to get worked out, and that everything will be okay. At the end of the note, she wrote one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. She wrote at the end: "I'll give you the same advice I gave you back when we were in Kindergarten: Don't Force It!"

When I read that it put a smile on my face, the first smile that I had cracked in awhile. I told her that I appreciated the note totally. It's funny that out of all the things people have said to me and tried to help me, those words she wrote in the note were the most inspirational.

It's weird that 18 years later the advice she had given me in kindergarten would help me out so much now. She can't give me a demonstration on how to push things away, like the crayons, but she made me open up my eyes, just like she did when she yelled at me in kindergarten.

you work hard for a better life

It's 6:00 o'clock in the morning; the alarm sets off. You get out of bed. You take a bath. You have your breakfast. You leave the house. You're ready to face another working day. Or are you?

When I was a kid, I would ask my mom why she and my father had to work. She would always tell me that they had to, so we could have the money to buy food, to pay for the bills, to pay for our schooling (we come from a middle income family). Both my parents worked but I'm really grateful to God; that in spite of that, we were never lacking in love, time, nor care from our parents.

As a matter of fact, my brother and I grew up to be responsible individuals because our parents really took care of us. Although they were at the office 5 days a week from 8:00am to 5:00pm, they still found time to look after us, and teach us our lessons in the evening.

They made sure that we did our homework. They didn't pressure us to aspire for honors, but we were motivated enough to study hard so we'd get good grades. It was our way of repaying our parents who never complained about working.

My parents taught me that one has to work in order for him to live a good life. They stressed, however, that this should not be taken as having to live just to work! They said that work should only be a part of life and it should not occupy one's whole existence.

And they lived this philosophy. At the end of the work day, they would leave all their work-related problems in the office so that at home they could be devoted to us 100%, no less.

I must say that agree with them. To this day, I still hear their message that work should be just a part of life and not life itself. I pity those people who have their way in this game called life. They have forgotten how to really live because they work too hard.

There' nothing wrong with striving at work, but people must watch out for signs that they have begun to work themselves to death. Remember that anything in excess is bad. Maybe, they want to achieve something badly, that's why they work so hard. But I believe that success in the workplace doesn't always bring happiness.

To be successful means that you have to sacrifice some things and sometimes, you end up sacrificing your family, your friends, your life; you achieve your professional goals, but you lose yourself. Then you wonder if the loss is worth the gain.

Everybody's wish, in this world, is happiness and there are many ways to be happy. But when we work too hard or worry too much, we often forget that the simple things in life are those that make us happy…. a call from a friend, a smile from a stranger, the sight of a lovely flower, a surprise gift, a filling meal, a pat on the back, etc. It doesn't require much to get these gifts. These gifts are for free, but they provide immeasurable happiness.

Work to live and not live to work. Find time for yourself, for your family, for your friends. Keep in mind that your priority is your loved ones, and not your work. Everybody deserves to be happy and I hope that everyone grows old without any regret in life.

I hope each of us will have a smile on our faces when we reminisce the old times, I hope that everyone finds living exciting, wonderful. It is my wish that we would all find the time to do the things that really matter most.

Let us work hard, not purely for our professional goals, but for a better life.

the three tree

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!"

The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"

The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."

Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" The first tree said.

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining ax the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even river; instead she was taken to a little lake.

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God...

"Many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." Her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." She said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beam was Yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And Every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

So next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.

In my father's place

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Candon City is a 5th class city in the province of Ilocos Sur, Philippines. According to the 2000 census, it has a population of 50,564 people in 10,257 households.

This once small resort town is known for making the heaviest and largest calamay, a sweet and sticky snack made from coconut milk and sugar, in the world. This City has also a rich historical background. In its legends, the name of the city is derived from the legendary "kandong" tree which is now but extinct in the area. Its patron saint is John of Sahagun.

ilocos from where my father's live...i am going there!

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 :)

Kumusta Na!

hollallaa.. im back. so how’s everybody? hope everything is fine. my god i have been away for quite long. how many days ba? i can’t even count by my fingers na. let see… but i’ve been here last week but things just get busy and busier everyday. i have this company check-up and all so i need to detoxify first. (nagtangal ng latak!)

well i have been to that far far south mindanao! yes! i’ve been there and that’s the reason behind why i missing everything! but my stay was really awesome!. (i was just amazed of ellai “southern landscape” it was so beautiful kasi). so together with few trusted dearly friends I’ve been to cagayan de oro city, to davao city, to sindangan zamboanga del norte and ramon magsaysay zamboanga del sur. Nilibot ko no! actually I wasn’t there to have fun and all they have this project impact assessment thing so we went there to work for it. it just happened that we got the ticket half it cost for some secret reasons. (boyfriend ko kasi yong may-ari!) tadah!!! i went there first. straight to the airport I check in at 5:30 AM but my flight was scheduled at 8:40 (excited?) nope! inagahan ko talaga baka kasi may tumawag at pabalikin ako sa office. so armed with that plastic money called credit card we explore the south for different personal intention but most of the reasons were for their projects and also for my preparation of entering again to the graduate studies. (yes tatapusin ko na ang aking MIS! soon.) at sympre mag relax sa zamboanga? (hello?)but it was so awesome! at pinayagan naman ako ni mom! so take a look on the following shots!

hello cdo:)from the airport i don’t even know which way to go because i’ve never been there at nauna ko sa kanila sa CDO and i have my very first task to look for a hotel whatever it cost. people are so friendly they kept on smiling to you but the main and major problem is that they don’t speak tagalog that much so we couldn’t understand each other. thanks god there’s a very kind lady guard who look for a cab for me (sad to say i didn’t memorized her name but thank you so much for such favor i salute you for that!) i thought lingo is the worst problem of that day but to my dismay all hotels are fully booked all ready. thanks god mang jerry the cab driver is so patient that he waited for me and helped me look for another hotel. we’ve searched every hotel until he remember the one along Don A Velez street the VIP hotel. so we went there crossing our fingers na sana there’s a vacant room pa. and thanks god room 319 is available!


thank you so much mang jerry for helping me find room 319. its such an awesome hotel. by the way mang jerry’s taxi is an altis! in CDO lahat ng cab ay pabungahan. pabagohan at palinisan at pabilisan and take note so cheap ang bayad ikaw na lang ang bahalang magdagdag sa kanila. maybe they have this city ordinance with regards to the cab fare. i wont tell you how much pumunta ka din ng cdo ! (hahahha)

and then i explore the city of golden friendship. how? this way:


because i don’t know where to go and mang jerry is no where to find i decided to take another cab. nagpaikot-ikot lang kami. and then i felt boredom so i decided na bumaba ng cab at maglakad. i followed some students from xavier university. at marami akong napuntahan. first stop ko yong Gaisano main. so nakilala ko na din sa wakas si don stephen sy. tapos sa mga malls na nadon syempre. maliban sa cab mas masayang sumakay sa motorella. i hardly remember that motorcycle turned into a cab name i thought it was motorolla! five pesos lang ang bayad. famous sa CDO ang cogon market. mayron dong store ng first class levis jeans. galing pong thailand. so make sure na yong nabibili natin sa mall ay di galing ng cogon market. i bought several for my family at 500 pesos each and believe me it so original. (pano naman kasi gumastos ka kaya sa air fare ticket mo papunta at pabalik syempre yong bibilhin mong maong in 500 magiging twenty times ang price pag sa mindanao mo binili no!)

 

there really is nothing quite like rafting trip on Cagayan de Oro River. The stretch from Barangay Dansolihon to the city provides you with strikingly beautiful panoramic view of the river rocky walls, untouched vegetation and the sight of the resting haven of monkeys.

It has breathtaking rapids that provides the more adventurous with thrills and challenges of rapids intervals not less than 10 – 15 minutes of each other. Cagayan de Oro river has everything that makes for a memorable experience with awesome roar and power of water cascading over rocks and boulders.

HINDI PA TAPOS. ANTOK NA KO.

mayrong friday market night sa cdo. all roads leading to the city park are closed. yong papuntang xavier university. lahat ng roads don. north, east, west, south i forgot kasi yong names eh. dahil mayrong mga stalls and tables sa gitna ng kalsada. pumili ka ng food na gusto mong kainin dahil mura lang yong food. lahat makikita mo don. inasal na manok, nilagang manok, steamed na manok, pritong manok lahat ng pwedeng maging luto ng manok nandon. syempre available din ang mga seafoods but im not into that mamamatay ako dyan. while eating maaliw ka sa music ng live band na sobrang galing talaga o kaya naman watch ka ng movie sa big screen sa tapat ng plaza. at pag sawa kana mag ukay-ukay ka dahil madaming ukay-ukay don. o kaya naman hanap ka ng mga imported na batik at malong dami – dami din dun and they are accepting visa! problema yong tagalog dahil dyak maawatan man gid di tayo magkaintindihan. chavakano at visaya man eh.

i bring with me my notebook and guess what yong buong syodad ay wifi! isipin mo they are using 802.11n network. wow! (hey elay maybe lahat ng city sa Mindanao ay naka wifi) so i look for a more comfortable place. i decided to go back to the hotel and guess what mang jerry is there and he takes me back to the hotel. and my friends are there na waiting for me because we are going to have our dinner sa labas and the dawn after that we went to Davao na!.

and so mang jerry take us to davao city after 6 hours long drive i get to see nanz again. my bestfriend our bestfriend. and i am so happy because she’s doing really good. so i can’t just display here photos while i am in davao. so very confidential. sorry, sorry i cant tell you any single detail about her.

then late afternoon the day after that we go back to CDO again. at eight we travel around cdo. and we met there my friend’s thesis adviser. she teaches in xavier too. don sya nag hibernate dahil pasaway daw ang kayang boyfriend. for two and a half days we studied project impact assessment its process, methods and techniques the hows and the whys and the what and then the teacher brings us to the far far zamboanga and the rest ay history.

then we go back to CDO to get our things at habulin ang flight pabalik over staying na ako sa mindanao. pero nahabol ko naman yong flight ko pabalik. kaya lang daming clouds at yong captain sabi nya in 10 minutes lalanding na kaya lang i checked my watch hello tatlong 10 minutes na kaya di pa rin tayo bumababa niloloko mo ba ako halos dalawang oras na tayo sa taas ah nahihilo na ko saiyo. pero enjoy yong clouds sa tagal ko ng nagtravel that day ko lang na-experienced yong napakaraming sobrang daming clouds! at lumampas na naman yong 10 minutes at nasa taas pa din kami niloloko mo talaga ako captain marcelo! binaba mo nga kami kaya lang bakit dito pa sa napakalayo kailangan pa naming mag bus.

ok im tired dahil ang tagal namin sa taas dahil napakaraming clouds. tapos ang tagal mag landing ng airplane at ala una na hapon. sumakay pa ng bus papuntang terminal nagkahiwahiwalay ang mga bagahe ko at ang tagal ko silang nahanap. inabot pa ako siguro ng kalahating oras sa loob ng terminal buti na lang di pono yong elevator kaya madali ako nakalabas at thanks god tito papa is there!

we went to the mall and we took lunch. after that we went to the bookstore. but unfortunately out of stock si coraline. and so we decided to go to the main branch. and thanks god there are two copies left. so i take 1 and tito papa took the other so wala na naman out of stock na naman. and there’s this mrs. frisby and i feel in love with her story. so i get one. and then my cousin call me up asking for pasalubong. and so i get home by 7 o’clock. the rest is history.

i am going to cagayan de oro city

Known as the City of Golden Friendship, Cagayan de Oro beckons the warm heart and adventurous soul of every visitor. Amidst the natural wonders nature has endowed it, experience the taste of a remarkable pineapple city, serving a stirring blend of cosmopolitan culture and art. With the warmth of the people, the city welcomes you with smiles and open arms.

Cagayan de Oro... a place where the spirit lives... where memories and magic mingle... a place you'll find hard to leave and impossible to forget.


i am going there!

i am OB

i will not be around for the next 168 hours.
but before i disappear take a look at this: funny jokes i get while im surfing.

cyah:

bye!

How to Please Your I.T. Department

01. When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's art. We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.

02. Don't write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.

03. When an I.T. person says he's coming right over, go for coffee. That way you won't be there when we need your password. It's nothing for us to remember 700 screen saver passwords.

04. When you call the help desk, state what you want, not what's keeping you from getting it. We don't need to know that you can't get into your mail because your computer won't power on at all.

05. When I.T. support sends you an E-Mail with high importance, delete it at once. We're just testing.

06. When an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out. We exist only to serve.

07. Send urgent email all in uppercase. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.

08. When the photocopier doesn't work, call computer support. There's electronics in it.

09. When something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person's chair with no name, no phone number and no description of the problem. We love a puzzle.

10. When an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don't have cartridges in them, argue. We love a good argument.

11. When an I.T. person tells you that he'll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?" That motivates us.

12. When the printer won't print, re-send the job at least 20 times. Print jobs frequently get sucked into black holes.

13. When the printer still won't print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the company. One of them is bound to work.

14. Don't learn the proper term for anything technical. We know exactly what you mean by "My thingy blew up".

15. Don't use on-line help. On-line help is for wimps.

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For Coffee Drinkers: You know you are addicted to coffee if ...

You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.
You sleep with your eyes open.
You have to watch videos in fast-forward.
The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake.
You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.
You've worn out your third pair of tennis shoes this week.
Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.
You chew on other people's fingernails.
The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.
You're so jittery that people use your hands to blend their margaritas.
You can type sixty words per minute with your feet.
You can jump-start your car without cables.
You don't sweat, you percolate.
You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.
You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.
You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.
People get dizzy just watching you.
Instant coffee takes too long.
You channel surf faster without a remote.
You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.
You can outlast the Energizer bunny.
You short out motion detectors.
You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore.
Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.
You help your dog chase its tail.
You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.
Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup.
You ski uphill.
You get a speeding ticket even when you're parked.
You answer the door before people knock.
You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

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Ask dada how:

Daddy, how was I born ? Ah, very well, one day you need to find out anyway! Mom and Dad got together in a chat room on MSN. Dad set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber cafe. We snuck into a secluded room, and then your mother downloaded from your dad's memory stick. As soon as dad was ready for an upload, it was discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall. Since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later the blessed virus appeared. And that's the story.

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Bakit nga pala walang signal ang globe ngayon?