As soon as arrive in the office, the first thing I look at my desk after I sat on my chair is my calendar. This morning, I arrived late (as usual). As I look at my calendar, breathing heavily, I realized it wasn't there. "What the heck happened to my calendar?" I realized that there was a notebook and a few pens beside me. I stared at them thinking that they were mistakenly left there so I ignored. Slowly thinking, as my brain is usually lagging, it felt as if there's something wrong with my desk. I looked all over my desk. My Jack Skellington that was always hanging near my calendar wasn't there. My Garfield key chain that hangs beside my calendar, wasn't also there. The gay Spiderman plushie that sits beside my monitor wasn't there too. I looked to my left and figured that my pen holder, pencils, tea box, Fox's candy can, coaster, tissue box, alcohol and planela cloth were all not there. As I looked into the file folder beside me thinking, "This is not mine." For a while, I stopped and thought, "Okay. So now, where the fuck are my stuffs?" And then, I stopped again and thought, "Hold on, is this my fucking desk, in the first place?" and as soon as time continued, I looked down to see if it was my CPU that was there or someone else's. And it was mine. Just for the slight chance that it may not be mine, I switched it on to see. And I realized it was definitely mine.

So what happened? My stuffs were all transferred to that next desk because some product manager guy *stares at popsie*, is playing pranks on me, again. Thus, the shocking morning that wake me up. I'm wide awake now and no need for tea.

Good morning.

Before we get to the main topic, Ems is having a free domain name hosting, LUV.PH. I think the domain name is cute. I want one too but I don't know what I'm gonna do with it, so maybe I'll grab one later. ;)

Oh yeah! This is one of the few times that I have something nice to blog about. This is hilarious (at least for me), so if you are a bit interested, you might read on. But, this might be a little offensive for some. So as usual, just get lost if you don't like it.

Last week, Yuga has been the talk of the blogging world for endorsing Auction.ph, ahem, he's paid pretty well, might I add. I told this to most of the people I know over YIM and MSN, and of course, I didn't mention how much. Duh, that's confidential. For those who knew Yuga, I got mostly "Wow!" as a reply. But for most of the people I know, surprisingly, I got a reply of "Who the heck is Yuga?" all of which said the same exact sentence that made me burst into an all afternoon laughter. And no, he is not a goth-doom vocalist nor is he is a j-rock superstar and definitely not a anime seiyuu, so don't even get to that idea. I know most of you don't give a damn, but you know, Yuga is a prominent being in the Philippine Blogosphere. At least, as far as I know, he is. That said, you better get your butt to his blog and stalk him a bit. You might even learn a thing or two or even be sprinkled with a few of his popularity or something.

There were quite a few pictures of Yuga at the office too. I'm advertising that if by chance, you have a crush on Yuga, you can talk me out of giving you a copy of his picture. But of course, bribing me is better since it would probably take me quite an effort to ask/steal his picture. The only picture I saw was the one with the four of them though (see Yuga's post for reference). Yes, that one with (from the left) that dude from Ortigas, on which I don't know/care to remember his name, Yuga of course, and beside him was the other marketing dude that the first marketing dude was always with on which, I also do not know/care to know his name, and lastly, Sir Chris, who once sat in front of my team leader. Well, frankly, aside from Yuga, he's the only guy I know and I'm being serious. Please also excuse me for not knowing their names. I have nothing to do with them, therefore I think, it is unnecessary to know their names since their existence is in the least of importance to me.

After that day, the controversial issue of Yuga's endorsement faded until this morning when one of our senior programmers gave me this link he found else where on the Net. It's pretty embarrassing, but hey, the guy has a point and reading it really made my day. Whoever wrote that, I love you and thank you for the good laugh. I even finished up 75% of the page I was currently coding due to the inspiration. Heh. Anyway, people, go read that.

Also, my current Anti Hardcore Yaoi sickness is slowly being cured. I guess I just needed to read one with more plot. To those following Nauto (manga), the latest chapter is also out. Go grab it. That's thanks to the power of RSS feeds from Baka Updates. RSS Rules! *lol*

Did you know? There was a phisher at Auction.ph. He named himself Martin Anderson. O diba? Gwapong-gwapo at sosyal na sosyal ang dating! Tipong US based company kami, diba? Not! FYI, we are located in the Philippines. Well, duh, dot ph nga eh, okay ka lang? But you know what, he's gay. Really. Rustom is sexier, however.

Kidding aside, he's really a phisher and a popular one at that. In fact, he now has his own page at our help module just to show our members that he has a terrible naming sense, as well as a horrible copying skill. He is even funny enough to claim that he belongs to the Safeharbor Department at Auction.ph Inc. Taking aside the fact that Auction.ph is not an incorporation (maybe he didn't realized that after we almost displayed it in each page of the site), the thing the disturbs me the most is that department name. Let me repeat that. Safeharbor Department. What the heck? It gives me goosebumps just hearing it. It sounds like we're sailors that ship products over lands and seas! It sounds crappier than my given position, seriously. And oh, I haven't mentioned the horrible way he tried to copy our e-mail template. He used cyan as a color for the template border. Even the crappiest designer here (ahem, that would be me) wouldn't even be stupid enough to use such color against a white background. Not to mention the double space and the ruined layout.

Basically, what I wanted to say is that we have a phisher so you guys should be careful. That's it.

Last night, we, the entire R&D staff, went to Pub, a bar and music lounge, to have a good time. I ate a lot, drank (ice tea!) a lot as I watch them sing and dance and get wackier by every minute. The girl from the acoustic duo has a great voice. And her brother too. Although, he sings in the background, he really has a good voice. Such musical talents, it makes me envious that I can't even play any instrument.

Anyway, here are two of the pictures from the event and more at my gallery, of course, if you are interested. Click, of course, to view a larger shot. You can't possibly see anything from that small a size, can you?

The ever so lame, low quality, dark, inartistic, first photo was taken by me using a lowlife's humble cellphone. While the high quality shot was taken by Sir Glenn using his ever so useful digicam.

I'm not your slave nor pet that you can just yell at whenever you want and whenever you feel like. You don't own me. You don't feed me. You don't pay me nor pay for my neccesities. You are not my parent nor grandparent. You are not my even close to being my friend. In my eyes, you just exist there. You are my senior, that's all.

I won't demand that you treat me equally as you do on others. I never did. Why? Because Nobody does. It's in people's nature not to treat everyone equally. People treat their friends better than they treat their plain acquaintance, workmates, classmates and so on. I never demanded that you treat me like you would do a normal person either. Because I am aware I'm not. (I intend no pun and I'm serious.) I, however, at least, deserve even a little amount of respect.

Foreword

Eras. Yes, there is such a word and it is the plural form of "Era". It is the highest form of organization of time measurement in Chronology. Even though Eras are usually use to depict the spans of years between historical events, I used it to denote the changes in the AMACC AC system for in my understanding, of it's definition, it serves as that.

The Classical Age

The first time I entered AMACC AC was at her second year of running. It’s funny really, now that I think about it. As you climb up those stairs to the second floor, a dark blue table greets you as if an information area. The place was filled with freshly painted (yes, even the smell!) white walls with 5-inched dark blue paint below. The door for each room is also dark blue and have no knobs on them but has a lock from the inside that seemed like quiet private rooms. And there was a cashier area on the left and a huge glass-windowed room that seemed like a nursery to the right. Your first impression would be, “A hospital?” As you go on, the guard will lead you to the admissions office to take the entrance exam. Surprisingly as I got myself enrolled, I got a handwritten receipt. (To think that this was a computer school, I was expecting too much.) Aside from it, I also have to wait for about a week or so to get my COR (Certificate of Registration) done on which is also written by the beautiful hands of our loving cashier. A few weeks passed since I enrolled, classes started. I missed my first class because the schedules suddenly changed without people getting informed. This was one annoying fact I hated most and have to deal with – the unending changing of schedules. Even after a month had passed, they still change schedules that cause students to drop and add subjects again and again with a fee. And students think of it as a form of, “extra-income” for the school. Taking aside the comfort rooms without locks, there’s always power loss throughout the campus due to some overloading issue caused by opening 20 computers at once in a class.

Best in thesis. Such pride and glory! Only a few were given the chance to be nominated as one. And guess what? We screwed. No matter how many times "you", yes you, repeat how you were so much disappointed that we were just a milimeter close to the prestigious branding, I don't care. Do you honestly think that that same disappointment didn't get to us? It did. Very much indeed. It came like a lightning that stuck us so bad that we wanted to wake up from that nightmare that instant. We broke a lot of hopeful hearts that night. Enough to leave us an unmendable scar of pain and regret. Why? The answer is simple. We lack the time. We couldn't catch up to the time no matter how far we ran. It seemed it was an endless road we were running to - uncertain of what's there for us at the end. That night - it was horrifying. We didn't know what else to do. How we wished everything would just - stop.

Everything went hell after and worst came that moment we heard we were supposed to be nominated for the "Best in Thesis" title and the oppoortunity just slipped by like a wind blowing to one's face. We were left only with the option to be just as cold and just like a natural anestisia to a woman giving birth, our natural we-don't-care attitude followed through. Well, actually, there was one person in the group who, after all that shit, actually "still" does and she really feels so much disappointment. Yeah, the kind that bests everyone's. She cried so much as to almost drain her deep dark eyes with tears. The silence of the room sounds almost deafening as her tears just flows endlessly. She raised her head and looked at us straight in her water eyes as her trembling voice softly told us, "Sabi ko na sa inyo eh." We knew, everything was our fault. And those words were the wick that slapped us to reality. And because of this, it affected our greatest pessimist of the group that resulted him to be sobbing his months away after defense. Sorrowfully feeling incedibly trashed out. The feeling of worthlesness haunted him each night to even think that he was never worth anything more than a "pabigat" to us. And also, insanely claims that he was the "sole" reason we failed. And what do I have left to say?

Putang ina.

How dare you laugh at us as if you were some higher being and we were merely peasants serving your land. Don't laugh at us like that when we gambled everything just for the sake of that stupid 3 flat grade. I want you to remember this, and remember it well enough to inject it to your system.

An empty vessel makes the loudest noise.

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Today is my last day at Central Luzon 2 Regional Business Center (CEL 2 RBC) of Philippine National Bank (PNB). I spent my 120+ hours there for OJT and I learn a lot. Some of the things I've learned there are: how to operate Xerox machines, how to operate fax machines, how to use a typewriter etc.

And a few pics..

Ms. Est is the Vice pres and the Regional Business Manager of CEL 2 RBC. Ms. Leng is the Reserve Business Manager. Ms. Agnes is the Field Operations, Ms. Cecile is the assistant (I forgot her title) and Mr. Rudy is the janitor.

I was kinda assigned in the office of the vice president so everyone there is kind of "high ranking". They always treat me snacks. Sometimes, even lunch and breakfast. Working there is fun and I could even apply there if I like. But banking stuffs aren't my passion. I would still prefer the web designing one if I would be given a chance to. During my stay, I've seen almost 15 of the Business Managers around PNB. They always hold meetings and stuffs there. ;) And they also treat me! :lol:

I brought cakes for them as a despedida and I'm gonna miss everyone.

I just noticed this past few days, a lot had been asking me on when I would post Part 2 of MedRec: Behind the Scenes. Actually, the part 2 was already written. I just don't want to post it for crazy reasons like I wanted to tease people who read it. :lol: Pa-suspense ba. Pero sa totoo lang, sa part 2 kasi, sigurado, may matatamaan. Ika nga ng mga matatatandang tulad ko, "Bato bato sa langit, ang tamaan, pangit wag magagalit."

I had and still having both good and bad comments about my post, MedRec: Behind the Scenes Part 1. Honestly, I really don't care who ever reads my blog. I really don't care if everyone in the campus reads my blog. This is me, this is my life - welcome to reality. I'm not a god to command you to love me or like me in return for a mutual prize. If you don't like me, instead of wasting time to curse me, just leave. And I don't expect everyone to love me, anyway. I'm both pathetic and an apathetic. Besides, nakikibasa ka lang noh!

Oh, btw, have I told you people that dean Durias actually reads this blog? (Scarree...) :lol: Well, I always had the chance to ask her for her opinion but I never did. It's not because she's scary or anything I'm just shy. Hoy, may hiya pa naman ako sa katawan ko kahit papano. :lol: