10101

i'll be right back

2005-05-16T18:06:00.000+08:00

My online journal is closed starting May 16. Its re-opening is indefinite. 10101 may or may not continue. Yet, many surprises to come!

~~On 07.06.05 (June 07, 2005), It's gonna be 5 and ali'v'e!~~

~~and~~ on 07/06/05 (July 06, 2005), Let's have a site seeing:

Blog. Is it still 10101? Quicksilver?
Riddles. Can't get enough of Zest Riddles? I have my version, too.
Comic Relief. Because literature can also be fun[ny].
Art. Blender presentations on the Flash.
Applets. Interactive online games.
Scripts. Haven't been at the Eng'g Cafe? Or find out who will reign supreme in UPSET vs. Dorm Raiders: SurGe the Billing on Voice Over IP!
Classrooms. Are you my long lost grade school or high school classmate? Or do you also belong to the OC Batch?

And there are more features bundled to check out! All are packed in my site!

For now, I'm logging-off! Blogging on paper, muna!

Multitasking

2005-05-10T19:11:00.000+08:00

Non-computer science majors, don't be irked. Even CS majors too! Waah! Compsci terms!

In computer science, we call computer tasks as processes. Concurrent processes are needed to be scheduled or to be synchronized. Otherwise, the system will be left undecided on the case called deadlock.

I have learned deadlock detection schemes and also several scheduling techniques. And what in the world I'm talking about. Simple. I applied it on my busy life.

First, I have four processes namely P1 as tutorial sessions, P2 as on-the-job training, P3 as international programming competition training, and, P4 as curricular activities.

I placed P1 on the queue.

I earn three-digit a day from a six-hour Math-teaching. I am also buffered with free brunch, lunch, and merienda. Each week, three instances are scheduled - MWF. The center was a twenty-minute ride from home. (Still, I come late sometimes.)

Some context switching between attention-deficient grade six students and diligent (drum roll please) science high school students. At least, to gain respect from the kids, my 'di-mahulugang-butiki' hairstyle shall be replaced with a smart casual hairdo. Still, dyed! Hehe. Then the former mode is rollback when the audience becomes group of the hip youngsters.

Why shall be processed? First, without the said pay, then I can't compensate everyday summer expenses of schooling. I save some hundred bucks and the remaining for a two-day UP dwelling. No money means no schooling. No P2, P3 and P4.

I am still working on how the scholarship sponsor will support my summer classes. Once approved, then I can have my money back.

So, we are left with three processes.

P2 are scheduled every TF and if possible right after flying from Bulacan to Quezon City every MWF. Fortunately, I am OJT inside the department. I can code overtime until there is a faculty member in the room.

P3 are scheduled every Saturdays. This is a remedy for my craving to represent not just the school but the country at large and to win in a competition. But the actual training is daily, er, nightly. After rushing homewards, where the timer is not the clock instead the MP3 playlist, program, program, till I drop.

P4 has lesser priority than the two prior jobs. Since I am deciding based on a preemptive scheduling, P4 is interrupted whenever I am called for P2 and P3.

Although with less precedence, it wipes my remaining power out. We are engineering the Freshmen Orientation. I just plunged in the pitfall of having the 50% + 1 Computer Science organizations. Of course, I must be fair to all my clubs. The only consolation I can receive is when they appreciate what I suggested.

Marketing. Financial Reporting. Setting fun activities up. Publishing web and journals. Assisting at the department. Musical arranging the theme song composition. Performing own composition. Making a presentation of own composition. Writing a storyboard of music video. Directing a music video. And perhaps acting and singing in the said music video.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. When I created another Yahoo profile as jonas_24_7, did I get it right? This is what we call multitasking a.k.a. living the college life to the fullest.

By the way, did I mention the fifth process?

It is on love. I'm having difficulty in synchronizing it. I detect a possible deadlock once I enqueued it. Haha deadlock!

hi-lites

2005-04-29T14:07:00.000+08:00

for the need of having a new look, i dyed my hair last Sunday. it is also a way of pampering myself. 'i stabbed a blue bear' will do the talking.

the following day, i received wooh, woooh, and more wooooh's. 'what happened to your hair.', 'cool!', 'i like that', i take 'em all as compliments.

wait! someone's claiming he's the original. (okey, he was indeed first.) hehe. 'peace tayo sir tj'. that's why, i need to reinvent at least a hair style a day. although it remained the same, 'saan ang dance number ninyong dalawa?', other faculty members teased us.

but the hi-lites un-highlighted my stay in school.

(1) i can't install CoNDorM technologies on the reformatted PC. we're now behind our scheduled tasks.
(2) the consequence of having co-curricular inclined groupmates fell on me. for some days, i worked and ate alone. i understand. we shall win the Chapter Excellence. we shall!
(3) she did not comment a thing or two in my hi-lites.
(4) worst, she did not greet a hello.
(5) i'm over her unofficially.
(6) rush polishing of Java EDucational Instructional materials.
(7) new assignments were given. Marketing and information gathering at Unplug. Website at SUMS and at Cursor. Summer Training at ACM. To top it all, the preparation for Freshmen Orientation
(8) dropping one subject to enlist among CS 175, CS 120, CS 174, and CS 180 for the next semester
(9) i'm over her. officially.

then, I strolled in a shopping mall. people that I met looked at me from head to chest, reading my shirt, 'i was born intelligent...', and from chest back to hair again.

'haven't seen a star before?'. I grinned to myself.

then, I rode back to home. there was a passenger beside me kept taking glimpse on me. my peripheral vision noticed that. i am not assuming.

a mobile phone was taken out after. its bluetooth was looking for my connection. fortunately, i haven't that technology.

(10) he was a passenger.

i stabbed a blue bear

2005-04-27T08:04:00.000+08:00

two weeks and counting, i am only with my younger brother at home.

it looks like I'm staying at the dormitory and i hate it.

(1) dinner is a short order take-out, a fried dish, or a canned good. no palatable viand since we wake up early morning for school and we have no time to buy ingredients. we settle for instants. eeewww.
(2) no television. i haven't caught a 7:00 news. okey, i admit it. primetime soaps.
(3) clothes are running out. i have four upper garments left suitable in humid days. when time comes, i'll wear denim polo or my usual 'where's our dance number' two-layer outfit.
(4) after an exhausting schooling, i'll mind to wash weekday's utensils and kitchen wares, to clean rooms, to throw garbage and to water plants. an additional of five sets from the previous two at weekends.
(5) i was given a 'calculated-no excess' allowance. unexpected expenses during late night stay at CS came. i already stabbed my blue bear bank and milked (?!) golden five and ten peso coins.

sigh! i wish May 1 (Labor Day) soon come and I am going to rest.

mode 6

2005-04-25T17:29:00.000+08:00

I never imagined that I went away with the young-in-heart faculty and enjoyed it. All of the outings I joined are memorable. But it is only few among them that I really got Pleasure from. Take note of the capitalization.

I was unprepared. I cracked gatecrashing but I'm not serious on it. It was just a fun of irking Ms. Joyce constantly. Later, she was pulling me. Mostly in pairs, they were thirteen, and to counter the wretched number I became their instant charm, the instant patron of good and peaceful voyage.

I geared up quick after the batch party. No! It was my mother who packed things for me when I sent her the notice on SMS as we're bound to Plaridel, Bulacan. My paraphernalia was ready for pickup.

So we drive to our place, one town before our destination. So, it was the CS faculty who first located my address before any of my kabarkada and friends. Sigh. I can be tracked!

So after half of an hour travel, we arrived at Mr. TJ's place. Those with stomach half-filled by batch party went for midnight dinner. Some plunged to the swimming pool at once.

Barbeque was delicious so I fed my body before chilling it down around two o'clock in the early morning. I sang videoke with them. The scores of my initial solo performances ranged from 30 to 50. So I decided to dunk in the swimming pool at two o'clock in the morning.

My underwater voice rehearsal was over. After I flunked in my recital, I crooned a song that gave me the group's first 100. Well, that's what we call the trial-and-error process.

I still have energy to played with the cats. I never had fun with the purr-y pets but I can't help. They're so beautiful. I heard also different barks. Although, I decided to play with the dogs on sunrise.

We slept 5 o'clock in the morning after some group acts and failures dethroning me on the videoke seat. I slept in the comfortable rocking chair with others on the mattresses. The air-conditioned rooms provided were freezing that made us settled to the living room. What a big happy family!

At nine, we woke up and ate our breakfast. Then we strolled and took a couple of wow's and oohh's at the architecture and greenery we missed when we first arrived at night. The compound is a complete tourdestination. They got zoo, tree and modern houses, and of course, everyone enjoyed the golf course. We tried some strokes and liked every projectile motion we demonstrated. No wonder, there will be a CS delegation in golf in December.

At twelve, we ate merienda. Chit-chat afterwards where I missed some of the talks on me and on my batch as I rested under the tree. 'Doon ka muna, pinag-uusapan namin kung paano pahihirapan ang batch ninyo' (Stay there. We're discussing our plan to torture your batch.) I took the remark as a compliment.

Two hours later, we prepared and ate our lunch. We swam and the videoke challenge continued. I also enjoyed sprinting and barking with pulchritudinous dogs of several breeds. Arf! Arf!

The sun was setting and I still reign supreme in videoke. Was MagicSing malfunctioning? The genuine singers were depressed. Ms. Loraine picked my song I sang last night. She scored zero. Right after, Ms. Riza selected the same song, and she scored 60. All were dishearten.

'Hmmm, the score is also in mode 6!'. They were starting to provoke my superb piece be heard once again.

'You want a proof of concept, huh?' I took the challenge to sing the 'Muntik na Kitang Minahal' and to achieve the perfect score.

Talking about hidden talent, or let's say talent-to-be-hidden, I got 100. 'Ooops, I did it again! Mark this day for I shall release my carrier single very soon!'. I was a certified excellent singer! Hihihi. Even I know it's only a courage and not a skill, I am loving to sing to my CS faculty audience. It was the same group of spectators to whom I first sang a videoke ever last Christmas. They were really lucky to have me as their guest. Hihihi.

At eight in the evening, we stuffed our things back to our bags again. Everyone was suffering the last song syndrome. I asked to be dispatched where I can five-minute travel with a jeepney to home. I waved goodbye and thanked them for such memorable getaway before they headed to UP Diliman. I thanked them for the applause too. Hihihi.

More than the discovery of C3, the accidentally formulated iced tea, I re-discover my teacher's personalities off work. More than the egg hunt, I had a best time to find out how instructors are have their fun.

Ms. Joyce stayed as my ka-kulitan. She walked out everytime I sing. She took antacids in exchange of sinigang sa sampalok. She wanted a Persian cat from Mr. Harvey. She wore pink again, her color of the year.

Ms. Riza, as always, ayaw paawat. In the department, she won't stop computing. In our getaway, she didn't pause singing even she came from illness. Still, she stretched her voice very well. Anyways, she was the front act of the main performer. Hihihi.

Ms. Loraine and Ms. Florence, who also both brought their papas with them like the former two, never failed to capture their tender moments. They were simply a 'click'! By the way, Ms. Loraine is there a plan for DCSF to start short courses on music. And Ms. Florence, i'll just wait for the Wazzup Issue particulary the blind item on two SA's. Hi, Amy!

I witnessed Mr. JP's childlikeness. His sense of humor kept rolling. Although it was prohibited that time, he still worked on vacation.

Ms. Susan played basketball and golf. Sayang! Mr. Cedric wasn't around. One time ma'am, i'll bring Lechong Manok ni Sr. Pedro.

We're inviting Sir Ronnie to sing videoke but he told us he was shy. Or does he want a larger crowd? According to his co-faculty members, the outing benefited him to sleep more than the usual five-hour nap.

Of course, our host, Mr. TJ... I was bullying him to take the next turn in videoke. Wehehe I never succeeded. He remained as the quiet guy. Although he talked less, with all the images I've seen, he left me a good impression. My highest respect goes to the people who love animals, who love their pets. You know what I mean... the meekness to co-exist... 'ang magmahal sa hayop, 'hayop' kung magmahal'. I mean hayop = hanep!

And more than anyone else, I discovered myself. Move over Christian Bautista!

back and 4th

2005-04-22T14:27:00.000+08:00

The fourth fill of 10101 is basic but still Naz-ed.

I won't be comment-and-site-statistics-conscious now. If you visit and comment, then i'll thank you* genuinely. I appreciate each minute lent from your activity-crammed schedule and each little neuron exercise you do. Otherwise, I'll just enjoy exposing the life of a star.

Before blog was introduced, I logged experiences on paper with the usual monologue, talking to your diary scenario, asking why did it happen or why did not. And I keep the book clandestinely letting no one to read it. So in the tradition of the nostalgia, Durungawan was created.

That time, 10101 was meant to entertain. Candid pictures and personality test results were elements of the formula similar to others. I never posted an own written literature except for the amuse-intending 2005. Why would I set my home alight when neighbors already outshine? I prefer twinkling Christmas lights than halogens.

This time, I'll prompt you stories whose supporting leads who you may not know from Adam. At least, you know that the chief character is me.

You might also wonder that I'm posting twice. I'm just practicing daily journal recording. Look the date headers. It is synchronized! Hihihi!

Anyways, this is still my blog. And still know how to share.

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Special thanks to Corsarius and Sofimi, on all the ups and downs of our blogs, you both remain what I called 'the driver's boundary'. And to Transience, glad that I have handy Answers.com, I learn so much words.

To all the bloggers I link to my blog, the next days shall be devoted to you.

presage

2005-04-20T13:28:00.000+08:00

i am not the type of spilling other's story. but my friend's tale is extremely bizarre.

he and his little one only came across each other months ago. many will agree when i say they were opposite. one can be approached by any stranger while the other can scare people away. one can dress to kill while one simply wears. one plays the dominant. the other acts the submissive.

one time their attitudes clashed. wounding words were threwn. but they still managed to settle after some days.

the girl did not think that my friend was affected by being the culprit of the said collision. he already admitted to me (that was, he admitted to himself before us) that he was liking her little one. he said that attraction can still be established looking behind the eyes of a tiger. sabi na nga ba namin!

that's why we looked at him teasingly when this girl confessed to us that it was only later she figured him, our dear friend, out as the guy in the prophecy told by a fortune teller.

she narrated how did the fortune teller described the guy for whom she will have an argument with. then the description exactly identifies him. freaky!

she ended it with a remark telling that after their argument, the will still enjoy each other's company.

well, that time, we wanted to ask her the complete tale. but he opted not to be dictated by the fate. all remained curious.

they were fulfulling what was foretold. some of the time were spent together, from day to night to next day.

but one card was still facing down until the guy told his true musings. the girl replied, 'The fortune teller told about this.' he knew it. he felt it.

i tell you, i am not the type of person spilling other's story. really.
...and real.

number game

2005-04-18T08:27:00.000+08:00

when i was first hooked in friendster, my goal is to have a three-digit number of friends and possibly a testimonial from each. i accept requests from long lost friends even to perfect strangers. i was among those users who are f**ked when the network clogs.

the highest one can have is five hundred-friend list thus any friendster fanatic has at least two accounts and appending the first account names with FULL.

i never reach that mark of addiction. as of my last login, i am roughly 100 behind it.

successors such as myspace came. i had an account before I deleted it.

two semesters of unlearning online community benefited me. i saved an average of 30 bucks a day in internet cafe surfing since i wasn't a SA with www-ready computer. in return, i lost communication again with my elementary and high school friends.

then blog came as another addiction that was introduced by Phillip, a very good friend of mine which happened to be the next best young writer we have now.

symptoms of this addiction include accounts in traffic generator sites such as BlogExplosion and BlogClickerm, frequent board tagging, and regular site counter checkup. instead of fishing testimonials, a blog addict wants more comments.

and to satisfy my cravings, i have two running personal blogs and several group-owned sites.

though this time it is controlled. otherwise, i also go for mobile blogging. In Filipino jargon, kahit iyon papatulan ko na!

one benefit that i gained from blogging is learning web design. yes, i haven't tried it before. as a obsessive-compulsive slash over-creative species, i am not satisfied with a template. i need personalization. and blogging is my prerequisite in creating my own personal website.

and now i am learning flash and more photoshop, they shall be bundled with blender animation. so make your way to my next site.

my fourth installment Back and 4th was two-weeks delayed. i don't care of statistics anymore. i haven't detonated blogexplosion for a long time because the mouse works for the recruiter now - ahhh Dark Throne!

quicksilver is now hydragyrum a.k.a. switcheye, bruteforce, bluemandrake, ...

smile

2005-04-16T18:39:00.000+08:00

Mona Lisa has 'her' smile. The Joker Card has his own too. I have mine as well.

'Hi Jonas! You're smiling again.', a female STS groupmate greeted me as I clumsily took my seat.
'Huh?', I asked in confusion.

'Nothing! I just saw you the other day, walking along AS sidewalk, and smiling.'

'And what is it in my smile?'

'Perhaps you did not recognize that I was approaching as you're crossing the street. If I haven't slow down my car, you died... smiling'.

'You're mean! How could you?!'

'No! I just envied that perfect death... wearing that innocent smile... wearing long sleeves...'

'Errr... That's after the interview.' She saw me after I was interviewed in the organization where I was applying.

'So, are you accepted?', the other female groupmate asked me.

'I hope.'

'Hay! There's nothing new, guys. Jonas is always like that.', the second girl told the group. 'By the way, I like when you wear that t-shirt.'

'And smiling', the three of us added.

Jonas is always like that... Silly? Don't get the poor guy wrong. I am not aware how do I look like when smiling. It's innate. :p

When I don't wear it, friends would ask me, if not, other friends, if there were something bugging me. They will tell that it is so obvious.

Let's say when Jonas is smiling, it is his natural behavior, er might be a defense mechanism. No! I just squealed it!

Hey, little one, bring back my smile!

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Which Emoticon Are You?
Jonas, the emoticon that represents you best is the Sticking-Tongue-Out Face

What's so funny? You are! That's why the emoticon that represents you best is as good-humored as you. No matter if knock-knock jokes, sarcasm, or slapstick get you going, it's clear that you've got more than a couple funny bones in your body.

Getting a laugh out of people isn't always easy, but it seems second nature to you. You're not one to take life too seriously, and you know firsthand that laughter really is the best medicine. It's no wonder people know to look no further than you when they want to have a laugh. Late-night TV had better look out. A hilarious new comic could be on the rise!

r.a.ge, r.a.nt and r.a.ve

2005-04-15T19:29:00.000+08:00

One r.a. had 'em all.

Knowing that getting hold of form 5A is the most mind-numbing and time-consuming step, I used to queue at least one hour before the enrolment will start. The fault was that our department has no single registration assistant compared to the other neighbor department.

It was only two days ago that DCS had its own registration assistants. Whoaah and I belonged to that pair!

No more lengthy lines. I enlisted in the desired class in an instant! I 'enjoyed' staying in an air-conditioned room while others waited the one-hour delayed registration outside. My batchmates entered and greeted me hello as they swabbed their sweat.

But refreshment was to end. They started to swarm. One can't feel the coolness the room had before. More warm carbon dioxide diffused as the group chat.

One staff already yelled commanding the group to leave the room. Silence followed. Temporarily.

But the run is 'generally peaceful'. We were so 'damn efficient' that we finished dispatching the batch to next registration steps before lunch.

I ate a complete meal - rice, a grilled fish, two barbeque on sticks, and lumpiang ubod on the side, and an ice cream treat from a friend afterwards. The food trip supplied me much energy for the afternoon.

Then back to the time that was promised to re-open, I saw the queue again. Round two!
The crowd was then meaner. They flocked inside the room even I hadn't told them to. One. Two. I can't take this. Then I shouted 'Ang kulit nyo! Hindi kayo mapagsabihan!'. Finally, I got their attention and silence.

Some pals never identified me with such behavior and so to cheer me up one of those pals will blissfully approach me and ask 'Is it my turn now?'. Of course, the common smile was once again pasted on my face. Then, I would repeat my infamous line 'Ang kulit nyo! Hindi kayo mapagsabihan!' in a comic way.

Everything was in order. After less than an hour, the post-advising and assessment lines diminished. We were so 'damn efficient'. I am so 'damn good'.

As they were paying their tuition fees far from the faculty room, they remembered that they encountered the guy who scolded them. But they don't remember how we made their enrolment a less torture.

Don't worry. Next semester, we will all meet again.

For now, I was still in wr.a.th (and perhaps I wasn't alone). The single section I enlisted this summer, the same section that I was enlisted first, that section that is supposed to be the pay due to my work, is dissolved.
Go X1B! Wraaaaaath!

2004 (five years after)

2005-03-29T10:47:00.000+08:00

'YOU'RE A GOD' sent down from the skies
mortals 'ALL RISE', 'HANDS TO HEAVEN'
now a 'BEAUTIFUL STRANGER' here on earth
your light strikes me 'COLOURBLIND'
'LOVING YOU' is 'MY SACRIFICE'

i feel 'LUCKY' when we are 'TOO CLOSE'
i'm on 'ELEVATION', flying over the 'RAINBOW'
i'm 'ON A HIGH', soaring like 'SUPERMAN'
i'm just 'OVERJOYED' over you

i 'CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD'
you're permanently 'TATTOOED ON MY MIND'
'CRAZY IN LOVE' picturing you
'FOOL AGAIN' thinking of you

though, i told 'MY STUPID MOUTH'
to 'SHUT UP' crying your name
'EMOTIONS' still 'POP',
keep on 'ROLLIN'', 'JUMPIN' JUMPIN''
feelings 'BURN' in 'IGNITION',
fiery in 'ETERNAL FLAME'.

'THIS LOVE' triggers my life
'COMPLICATED', 'UPSIDE DOWN'
at times 'UNWELL' and 'BREATHLESS'
'STRONGER', 'WEAK', 'EVERY OTHER TIME'
you are 'TOXIC', i'm 'OVERLOAD'
i 'CRAVE', i am 'ADDICTED' to you
you 'TAKE MY BREATH AWAY',
you 'BRING ME TO LIFE'

i'm offering 'ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD'
i 'LAY MY LOVE ON YOU', this is what I'll do
we'll share a 'WORLD OF OUR OWN'
you 'ROCK MY WORLD', i'll stun yours

even distance's 'HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD'
i let my 'ARMS WIDE OPEN' for you
to bring warmth 'TO WHERE YOU ARE'
'WHENEVER, WHEREVER', they'll hold you 'EVERYWHERE'

'IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE' destined to be with
why is it 'ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE' when with you
please 'UNBREAK MY HEART', love me 'LIKE I LOVE YOU'
'LET ME BE THE ONE' you will ask to 'STAY'

These guys in UPSET - the best, pare!

2005-03-03T17:52:00.000+08:00

One look and then you knew iba na
Masakit sumaksak ang tingin ng mata
'You're Spy!' ang ibig nilang sabihin
'Di na friends ang tingin nila sa 'min

Everyday, parating we're together.
Every week, palaging may sleepover
Ang tawag ay C.S. 1-9-2 Party!
Bakit ba di nila maamin

Soon out of the blue
The feeling is true
Sabihin nyo na lang po sa amin that...

These Guys in UPSET - the best, pare! (3x)
Bow ang Dorm Raiders sa amin.

Di na kami makagamit ng computer
Palaging occupied pati ang space namin
"Mukhang tayo lang ang group na makakatapos"
Mali ka!, Tablado ka sa amin

Until out of the blue
The feeling is true
Ngayo'y sasabihin na namin that...

These Guys are from U.P. SET, pare!
Those Guys are a team upset, pare!
These Guys in UPSET - the best, pare!
Bow ang Dorm Raiders sa amin!

Everyday nga ay aming Chester Fun Day
At 'di na namin care others na nang-aaway
Underdoggies na nga,
Walang IDE o laptops,
Ang sabi namin
"We'll always have a KATE that we can depend on"...

Di kailangan na umapila
Gusto mo pa bang enumerate...

These Guys in UPSET - the best, pare! (3x)
Bow ang Dorm Raiders sa amin.

Astig! Ang Galing!
Uno pa rin
Go Team UPSET para sa inyo..

These Guys in UPSET - the best, pare! (2x)

Oh no! Our best friends raid
It's the same old bird we had yesterday
They're raiding all the way...
nyeh..nyeh..nyeh...
na na na nananana na nanan na (2x)

Class Troublemaker

2005-02-22T15:59:00.000+08:00

Here's how I dress my South Park avatar. :p

What Kind of Troublemaker Are You?

Jonas, you're an Entertaining Mischief-Maker
-Tickle

Fun at all costs. These are the words you live by. Are you in the running for class clown — always cracking jokes, pantsing classmates, or making scenes? Or are you more stealth with your jokes — anonymously making crank calls, planting fake vomit, and pulling fire alarms? Whatever your prank-pulling MO, it's just a little harmless amusement you're after. And if making a fool out of yourself or getting into trouble is the consequence, you'll happily take it.

You've got a quick wit and spirited outlook on life that usually makes it hard for people not to forgive your playful and mischievous ways. Just be sure your jokes and pranks don't wear out their welcome. That's no fun at all.

I told myself to be a tame low-profile Cursor applicant. No cracking of jokes. No teasing. But it seems fun is my middle name so can't help but to unleash the real Jonas in me. As days pass, I become interesting to the group. Out of fun, when I was to answer one of the council members' question: 'Who is your crush?', I replied with her girlfriend's name. (Hehe. You asked for it.) Last Talents Night, no one stopped me in making scenes. I sang with no notes hit and danced shaking my body a little (but obvious). Quoting 'it's just a little harmless amusement you're after' and 'usually makes it hard for people not to forgive your playful and mischievous ways'. Ah, friends - I was not sure on the last incident. Or maybe that bunch of people is an exception. Oh well, they don't know me either.

I am not known before (high school) as a clown or comedian. It is only in later college when all of my acts, including the creative stuffs, are click! At least, I'm quite sure I'm worthy of handling UP Parser's Features and Fun section. :D

'Basta. Peace tayong lahat.'

Who Were You in High School?

Jonas, you were a Crusader

- Tickle

From the campus-wide initiative on recycling to raising the wages of the cafeteria workers, you seem the type to always be willing to fight for your cause. Where your classmates saw vegetarian lunches and open-toed sandals, you saw revolution. Maybe your ideals were too radical to win the class presidency, but you always managed to create a following. And that's a kind of conviction and charisma that's never too far out of reach.

These days, even if you're not running for political office or changing the world for the better of humanity, you can probably debate the worth of any cause that comes your way — even if it's just to campaign for more vacation time at work. Your inner strength is an inspiration to everyone around you. So rally around the tie-dyed flag and take up whatever cause you're into at the moment.

Ha?! Perhaps, the test result shows my other side. Yes, I'm a crusader in heart. I know there's a no place here to complain but I want to voice that I can lead too more than I can prank. I may not look a leader material but what you see is only skin-deep.

Candidates were asked to choose what makes a leader: passion or experience. Let's see. My choice will be the drive. You can learn also from new experiences, right?

As I've said. I'm not complaining here. I'm not wanting for higher positions. I'm actually holding several responsibilities from different organizations. And that is enough. (Of course, it is enough. After I got sick last task-after-task week, will I ask for more pain?)I just don't want an 'overlook' that happened years ago to take place and for the whole body to feel regret again.

South Park Image from Das Planearium

It's Cool to be UPSET!

2005-02-21T10:14:00.000+08:00

Competition will not make us monsters. Arrrr!

Dorm Raiders	Tale of the Tape	UPSET
Dorm Raiders	Group Name	University of the Philippines Software Engineering Team
	Group Logo
CONDORM (COmputerized Network-based DORmitory Manager)	Project Name	CHESTER (Curriculum Handling Engine and Student EvaluatoR)
Kalayaan Ilang-Ilang Molave Narra Yakal	Subgroup Names	IMAGINE-ary Friends Flex Kaparser K! and the Boxers CRS and Friends
25	Population	25
Red	Color	Green
Mondays and Thursdays	Working Days	Tuesdays and Fridays
Java, J2EE, Struts, PostgreSQL	Technologies	PHP, Apache, Java, Smarty, PostgreSQL
Netbeans	IDEs	Kate
CRS Online and OPAC	Spoof	Friendster and Yahoo! Mail
Carlos' laptop Tweety's laptop Jael's laptop and many more laptops...	Resources	Phillip and Jonas' SA PC Ia and Mai's Trainee PC Diwa's laptop
Passion	Key Player	Experience
Obsessive- Compulsive	Ms. Solamo's OC (Over-all Champs) Description	Over Creative
Ardee Aram	Class Facilitator	Diwa del Mundo
Pio Claudio	Class Middle	Jonas Roque
We are never upset.	Battlecry	'Coz raiding upsets.
'Spy! Spy!'	When Others are around	'Raid! Raid!'
Pizza	CS192 Party Snacks	Party Biscuits
CS Week	Target Completion Date	CS Week
1.0	Target Grade	1.0

Dog Style

2005-02-21T10:07:00.000+08:00

Yeah, I was a dog last week.

ROLLOVER. - My masters instructed me to do some missions. It was supposedly application's 'Hell Week' until I counted my completed tasks totaled at least sixty. Hmm, that's not difficult at all. But OK!-able Running marathon around the UP Acad Oval was exhausting. My co-applicant slash co-runner hinted me once we got there, it would be more than a relief. Indeed! It was rewarding! (Although it was less than a relief - I'm into pain reliever now.)

BARK. - 'Stuffed Bread Sticks. Chocolates. Post-valentine Treat.' Just right after the missions, I decided to go in for UP fair. Together with other first timers in the group, we went to the Sunken Garden with goodies to be sold. Quite disappointed because we are the ones who both opened and closed the booth even we are notified before of shifting hours. More than a discontent because it supposedly a fair where we enjoy listening to the bands and booth hopping! Last year's theme Unfair fitted.) Well, there is at least a gratification on selling dozen of bread sticks.

SIT. - That day ain't over yet. I had to sit in front of a computer hoping to bring the mini-thesis to an end - overnight. CS 192 groups dubbed it as Programming Pajama Party with pizzas around and assorted biscuits courtesy of Diwa, and three MP3 song lists played across the room . I felt the tension among groups. One group clustered at the corner, convening, then afterwards cried, 'UPSET! Fight!' (As if there was a basketball game). Some members of the other group leaped in joy as they progress. I noticed one of their leaders asked them to stay calm, 'Doon na lang sa labas.' [Do that outside]. Don't worry we remain friends (outside 192).

STAND. - Around five o'clock, I fly (yeah, dogs now fly) to Bulacan. I had my first-of-four tutorial session with high school hopefuls at eight. I hurriedly took morning rituals at home. I came late and sleepy. Thank heavens that my boss already gave the mock exams I made thus I had a little time to rest before I explain to my students the correct answers. I went home with bone treat worth roughly a thousand bucks and fastfood lunch on the side.

SLEEP. - Because the dog can't bark now. He has no voice.

What Breed of Dog Are You?

Jonas, you're a Pug!
-Tickle

No bones about it, you're an intelligent, playful Pug. Witty and charming, you're a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you - a wonderful approachability and sense of humor put you at the top of everyone's list. And because you're smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You've got the charisma for either.) But that doesn't mean you can't be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks - you've definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you're admired and respected by all. Woof!

American Dog: Arf! Arf!
Philippine Askal: Aw! Aw! Aw!

Dogs Look Like Their Owners

[Post] Valentine Spoilers (2 of 3)

2005-02-18T09:26:00.000+08:00

Prologue/Epilogue:
We did not talk for quite a long time. She thought that it was supposed to be my sweet revenge. It was her sister who explained that if ever true, I had a valid reason for doing so after she's still kicking even when I'm already down. It wasn't a revenge. Really!
Then, we paused and looked each other.
She: You're so kind to me inspite of...
Me: Don't continue. I'm not kind. I'm in love.

I got my first cellphone when I was in 3rd year high school. It was bulky and outdated. With these features, I never told that I had already a cellular phone.

I sent my first text message to the girl that I courted for two years. I introduced myself as Jacob Villahermosa, UP Diliman freshman who lives in the metro. 'Jacob', which came from my friend's first name and probably from 'Jakub', the Liar. 'Villahermosa' came from my cousins' surname.

She: Are you joking? Villahermosa? Sounds like a resort.
Me: That's the name of our clan.

I knew she was in bait. 'Does she entertain stranger-texters?' I asked.

We exchanged text messages. I greet her on mornings before we attended classes. And every night just before we all sleep.

Me: Sorry if I seldom text you. Cellphones are prohibited in UP.

My excuse since I don't want others to make fun out of my low-tech phone.

We exchanged descriptions. I waited for hers if she would introduce herself 'herself'.

Me: I am not familiar with Malolos, Bulacan although I think I'd been there before. Are you near Barasoain Church?

She almost told their exact address. 'I will be accompanied if ever.' I told her.

I said that February 2 is my birthday, a day before my real one. Coincidentally, it was his brother's. Intentionally, just to bring a longer conversation.

The day after, she asked my friend, Jacob, (in front of me) if he's the guy texter. Of course, Jacob denied. As she finished, I told Jacob that the person she's talking about was actually me. I warned him not to tell anyone.

She's really interested to Jacob Villahermosa. I quitted sending her the first message. Our text conversation usually ends already midnight. She asked for an eyeball. I refused.

She: Well, soon we'll meet when I'm already there in UP.

Days after, she talked about Jacob in the whole class reading my text messages and self-composed love quotes. 'Jacoby' is my codename. How did I know? She let me see it. She narrated Jacob's thoughtfulness, sweetness and intelligence. She's narrating me.

I wanted to smile although she might noticed. If I would walk out, then it' ok since the class would think that I was jealous. So, I act that drama.

True, I was dramatic because of one question that plays on my mind. I'm Jonas Roque, after two years courting her, dumped. I'm Jacob Villahermosa, after few texts, interests her. But why? Stuffed toys, chocolates, and tutorial sessions, versus one-peso text messages. Unclear! Message not sent!

Me: I wait for two years when we can meet now.

I sent an SMS that we are to set an eyeball. Disaster! I think of having someone else to frontact for me. Although, I'm still the loser.

It was a dance practice that I did not attend. I sent her a SMS.

Me: I'm Jonas Roque.

Blog Quiz Mania from MutedFaith

2005-02-16T16:24:00.000+08:00

Your Element Is Fire
Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.
You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.
Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

Void Mage
Virtue: You are a chaotic dreamer. While others dream of mundane desires, you have a tendency to think outside the realms of probability. You have a powerful mind that works outside the realms of normal logic.You lust to be different often stirs contempt for the world around you. You can be generally uncaring when it comes to people you consider "beneath"

Stalker
While you may have less world-conquering goals than most villains, you're still pretty freaky. You become obsessed easily with people or ideas, and often exhibit your obsession in the oddest possible ways. Other Stalkers: Ahab (Moby Dick), Freddie (Nightmare on Elm Street), Michael Myers (Halloween)

Demi God
You love power, and anything associated with gaining power. Although you might be truly compassionate, your main concern is being better than everyone around you. This competitive nature tends to drive people away from you after awhile. Because let's face it: Walking out of a magical portal is only impressive the first forty times.

Find your element
What Type of Villain are You?
Find your Role-PlayingStereotype
at mutedfaith.com.

Valentine Spoilers (1 of 3)

2005-02-14T16:57:00.000+08:00

I love you. You love him. He loves someone else.

The three of us promised to remain friends and only as friends. I thought I was the one who will break the rule since I had already developed feelings toward her before the promise was made.But the plot started that I won't be playing the antagonist role.

It was the first 'Simbang gabi' when I was informed officially that they were boyfriend-girlfriend. They narrated me how it started. It was an instant affair! Of course, you wouldn't expect me pass on good wishes to them. I remained quiet. Still, I attended the mass. I hoped God could dry my eyes.
Days passed and they heard nothing from me. I pretended nothing happened. I even joined their company and left them when I was asked. Whenever they came close, images flashed taking me to those old times. They were those instances whose meanings were just recently understood.
After completing the Christmas novena, God knows I did not wish that their breakup would happen. Really. Fate did.
He's now sure on his true emotion. He chose to love someone else. He's not worthy of her love - the same love that I longed for. He reasoned that his move was fair. He did not want to further hurt her again. That was fair - we were all wounded.
Then, she sat next to me. She was holding the crumpled letter while she's asking the why's and how's. She cried next to me. She didn't notice I was crying too.
But there's twist in the story which happened first. The guy came and requested me to help him write the breakup letter for her. It was granted.
The pen was indeed mighty.

21 Thousand Volts

2005-02-08T20:08:00.000+08:00

A picture from our often boring STS (Science, Technology, and Society) class.

Awake 21/7

2005-02-08T15:30:00.000+08:00

Part of being twenty-one now is to be awake twenty-one hours a day. I'm overworking!

At school, I am more engaged in co-curricular activities than my academics. I am only carrying the lightest possible subject load that my scholarship allows although as if I am bearing 24 units* literally. I am just in my junior year and I'm expecting the heaviest freight next semester in worst-case. I'm not a superhero - not even a SuperNaz.

I am beating, extending rather, deadline set by our editor-in-chief, Corsarius. Our captain is considerate enough to lay down our target release so we won't be bothered especially we are now in mid-semester. Thanks and he considered my chaotic schedule and dispensed fewer assignments as features (and fun) editor. Although I am pressured being the latter because I'm hoping I can equal Second Run.

Parser is working harder because we pledge Bigtime. That's why I'm taking my second work unreserved to call on advertisers to sponsor the paper. I remember I sounded harsh when I asked my editor to reassess managing editor's function since business matters really matter now unlike before. It is up to them to decide and I’m ‘open’.
Aside from the school paper, I am also attending SUMS_UP assemblies. I am taking good care of UP ACM's fund. UnPLUG is developing an electronic election scheme and I'm still thinking how to be involved in my organization. It is a blessing in disguise that the volunteers are temporarily restrained in ECR.

I'm an applicant of UP Cursor. My batch is preparing for our talents night. I am undecided whether to sing or to dance or both. It doesn't end there because week after week another requisite must be get hold of.

I'm having a number of part-time jobs. One is as a student assistant in our department completing a hundred working hours every month. Meanwhile, I haven't done my examinations and materials for my tutorial sessions. We are also designing a web site for my friend's Lovestory band.

To make my schooling more stressful, I need to obtain an average of '2.0' for my scholarship to continue which by the way is still in discussion whether it will expire after this semester or after my fifth stay in campus. That's why I'm now completing my application for this new scholarship program in case (which is actually due next week).

But of course, school is not just my life. She is ringing my phone for nights. She won't send me SMS unless I will after the missed calls. She's always conscious if she's disturbing me. Okay. She's caring. I love it. I don’t know whether she's making an excuse for both of us to stop texting or she’s feeling that I’m not interested. Perhaps, I have to made the first move this time.

While I'm still confuse on my feelings toward her, my eyes are searching places. One time, out of the blue, I became interested to one of Cursor slash Parser member. (Sorry ComSci, no more clues to spill, next time if I'm already sure on her). I nearly asked someone if she's still available (or if she’s taking 24 units, does she have an available time). My mouth just shut.

Yes, it is out of nowhere! I confess. I had this Plan A last Thursday, my 10101st birthday. I wanted to approach my long-time crush, to give her bouquet of flowers, box of chocolates, with poetry perhaps, to finally tell her she hit me. Sigh. I can’t figure how. I have no idea when is the next time. Not on the Valentine's Day because that will be her boyfriend's turn. I'm already running out of time. She's graduating. Errr.

My right arm is still aching from the badminton session last Saturday. I need to rest now. I'll just publish my posts on my three blogs tomorrow. Next week is Valentine's. My two friends, who both have 24 units, perhaps have their date. I'll be left alone, busy.

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* Someone who is carrying 24 units is having his or her time with at least one partner.

Why Am I Still Single?

2005-02-04T11:14:00.000+08:00

Jonas, you're single because you don't want to commit.
- Tickle

Once the blush of first love wears off with your partners, do you get a little antsy? You probably crave excitement in all realms of your life, and you need a relationship to keep you filled with
possibilities.
Let us guess: Someone has probably told you that you haven't quite grown up yet, [Not true! Not true! They told me I matured] that you're still holding out for the perfect "whatevers" (job,
car, home, date) [I'm not the only one. Who does not want perfection? Though, "whatevers" are true. I'm optimist.] in your life to come a knockin'. Or perhaps you're just having a difficult time accepting
that your comfortable little place in this world is always growing, always evolving — and that means you
have to be willing to accept big life changes, too. [And drastic changes...]
Not that there's anything wrong with that. After all, you're probably a lot of fun to be around and may be
the life of the party. But when it comes to settling down, you leave without looking back twice.
Now's the time to ask yourself: Why? What's holding you back? Maybe you don't want
someone to get to know you fully? [No! No! I want you to know me fully because first impressions never last] Perhaps by saying "yes" to someone, you're afraid you'll lose yourself [Now, you're talking!],
or the possibility of something better coming along. Just remember that the best relationships are those
that never stop growing. That's something you can identify with, right? So keep that in mind next time
you find someone you're really comfortable with. You never know, it may prove even more exciting once you really get to know each other, teensy flaws and all.
[Okey... I'm single and available.]

Pentium 21

2005-01-21T13:56:00.000+08:00

Dante Inferno Hell Test

2005-01-19T19:27:00.000+08:00

It's eerie though you can reflect afterwards.

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

21 Kata-quote*

2005-01-17T13:44:00.000+08:00

Contemplate - not enough pinggan
Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol
Ice Buko - is my hair ok?
Tenacious - footwear for tennis
Calculator - tawagan kita mamaya
Devastation - dun sasakay sa bus
Protestant - tindahan ng prutas
Masturbation - malawakang gutom [=p]
Statue - ikaw ba yan?
Predicate - pakawalan mo ang pusa
Dedicated - pinatay ang pusa
Aspect - pantusok ng yelo
Deduct - ang pato
Defeat - ang paa
Detail - ang buntot
Deposit - ang gripo
City - bago mag-utso
Cattle - duon makikita ang Hali at Leyna
Persuading - unang kasal
Depress - ang nagkasal sa persuading
Defense - ginagamit na pansulat sa kontrata sa persuading

*many thanks to Teejay

Jonas in 2101

2005-01-17T13:34:00.000+08:00

I, Robot...
Jonas of the next century.

Here's a name generator site that I picked form Corsarius' blog...
...http://www.cyborgname.com!

21 Hypothetical Questions

2005-01-17T09:38:00.000+08:00

If I will be only 79% Homo Sapiens, then I'll be 21% Aves species, an owl, symbol of wisdom.
If all freeze in 21 minutes, then someone must prepare for my kiss.
If the day will sprint for only 21 hours, I am willing to give off my three-hour Bulacan-Quezon City round trip. That is, I will dwell inside one of the UP dormitories.
If I’ll be given a chance to remake songs, the carrier single of my 21-cut cover album is Zoom, sung by Fat Larry’s Band.

zoom, just one look and then my heart went boom

suddenly, and we were on the moon

flying high in a neon sky oh

My first 21-minute documentary will be regarding pornography of all forms. Common though exciting.
If I will be a father of 21 kids, I want them to have the name of video games characters as their first names.
If I will own Channel 21, a new local TV station, the first television show will be a romantic comedy series.
If I will be the 21st president of the country, I want to claim back Sabah and Kalayaan Group of Islands.
If I am going to lapse among the upper 21% of CS graduates, then I’ll be happy and happier if I’ll be a cum laude even I’ll be on the 21st spot.
If I will have a chance to talk with a busy personality, then it will be a 21-minute dinner date with Queen Amidala, Natalie Portman.
If I am to write the last 21 episodes of Alias, I will revive her fiance (the guy before Vaughn) as their newest KGB antagonist. The finale will be in the Pacific Ocean.
At the end of the 21st century, I imagine Philippines as the central processing unit of the digital world. (Too nationalist and too computer scientific).
If I am to see a 21-second falling star instance, I wish that my soulmate is also hoping that we are staring on blanket of stars together.
If I am going to win 21 million pesos in a lottery, I’ll buy tekkie gears for myself.
If I will be proposing to the special one, then along with my loveline is 21-minute fireworks display. If the local town in Bulacan can’t make a finale of flaunting I LOVE YOU, then it’s okey to launch sparklers in Morse Code.
If scientists will discover a new set of 21 elements, it will be marvelous if they oppose gravity.
If I am going to produce either film that costs $21M in animation and special effects, then the said movie must be written by a Pinoy too. (Well, I already know who are to deal with)
If I am to design a new cellular phone, Bokia-Rotomola 2121, some of the features will include speech-recognition-to-input-text-and-to-command (SpRITe-C) technology, and holograph display of message.
In few weeks, I have to perform in Cursor Talent Show, want to know my 21-minute-fame act? Oh well, I don’t know what to do.
If I am to give 21-milliliter potion I produced, a gal shall receive it. It will be a secret what is it for.
If I will be given a 21-item quiz to answer within 21 minutes, the set of questions must be either a personality or love test.

Got 21/21 Vision?

2005-01-14T18:06:00.000+08:00

How many black dots are there?

Did I hear twenty-one?

Of Ones and Zeroes

2005-01-10T13:43:00.000+08:00

In our binary world, there are only two things, one and zero. Though, I don't know which is which?
0000 or 0001
Counting numbers start at one. Whole numbers begin at zero. See, I told you! This is only the beginning.
0002
Light is nothing without darkness. We are asked to write a tribute to the great Jose Rizal. My two best friends compose their piece in different ways. One brought the hush of night into play while the other made use the intensity of light. Although, both worked well. You bet! I also drew metaphors on, greeting the sun and the moon together.
0003
Is boxing ring a square or a circle? A box is a square. A ring is a circle. I simply love their symmetries.
0004
I seldom experience mutualism. I usually offer but receive less, if not any. Commensalism reminds us that it is better to give than to receive. Darn. Just share! Don't be a parasite.
0005
The unfinished battle between male and female of which sex is better.
0006
Which is more stunning, the sunrise or the sunset? Sunset prompts us the hope that there is a tomorrow to come while the sunrise enliven the same hope that today is another day to thank for.
0007
To leave a miserable relationship with someone you still love or to stay with your love and misery.
0008
Writing prose or writing program. Parser!
0009
Elders tell us to do what is right because for every deed we accomplished our hearts grow (and it is toward to the left).
0010
Imperative or object-oriented. C or Java. The catch-22 only for programmers whether on what language the machine problem will be written.
0011
Starstruck versus Star Circle Quest. The Gigsters against The Fanatics. It is the clash of the not-so-talented-but-good-looking avengers and not-so-good-looking-but-talented questors where the magic of dreaming, believing, and surviving continues.
0012
Destiny or dynasty. The tagline of most awaited sports event we should not miss. Go Purefoods! Go UP!
0013
Tagalog or Filipino. It's funny that even my fellow countrymen are confused between Tagalog or Filipino. In simple terms, Tagalog is a subset of the Filipino language. Tagalog can be a Bulakeño dialect or Batagueño dialect. Filipino language includes words that come from various language and jargon. Here's an example:'Salumpuwit' is Tagalog word for 'chair' while 'silya' that comes from the Spanish word 'cilla' is a Filipino word for the same object. 'Durungawan' and 'bintana' is another example of Tagalog and Filipino words. Since, Tagalog is a subset of Filipino. All Tagalog words are Filipino words. More Filipino and Tagalog words are found on http://durungawan.blogspot.com.
0014
F4 or 5566. Duh! The Chekwas are already out!
0015
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. It was peculiar that the world celebrated 2000 majestically when 2001 marks the start of the new millennium. Well, it is also all right to celebrate endings.
0016
Kapamilya or Kapuso. I am a Channel 2 baby although the tight competition brings better shows in both station. Thus, for a couch potato like me, the station does not matter but rather the show.
0017
Roll-on or deostick. The underarm debate between Cursor and KEM is needs order (odor) in the court. Anyway, I use spray.
0018
When do you celebrate the first day of the week: on Sundays or Mondays?
0019
Top down or bottom up parsing. Again, parser!
0020
To be loved by someone you love less or to love someone who doesn't love you either. This is the common formula of movies and television shows we enjoy watching because this is also the dilemma of lovers in real world. The choice I suggest is to love.
0021
To love giving your whole you or half of self. I haven't loved someone partly but I am always shattered completely when dumped in the end after I handed over my whole love. Again, the option is to love.

Number Game

2005-01-10T13:40:00.000+08:00

Here are some fast facts about me. They are, of course, twenty-one.

I am a student assistant of our department that works 100 hours and earns 25 pesos per hour.

For my one cellular phone, I have 4 SIM cards. I already lost 2 of them.

I obtained my first 1.0 grade in Duckpin Bowling of Physical Education 2.

My first 3.0 grade (ever) was obtained in Computer Science 130 titled Mathematical Methods.

I had 9 unique email addresses. They can be for mailing list and file-sharing purposes, personal bin, and user address in online community.

I change my passwords twice a month.

I have 386 friends in my Friendster list to date. Not that bad.

I was the undisputed Math Wizard for three years during high school.

I lost my student council candidacy for three consecutive years. A senior defeated a sophomore's first attempt. Then, I lost to a campus sweetheart. The last popularity contest/presidential post drew historically. But it's alright. A seat in school paper is my change.

My keyboard has Arabic letters and digits, 8 cursor keys (with secondary directions), and integrated 10-digit calculator.

My scorecard is 1-2. I had one young relationship at 12. I was dumped twice after the age of 18.

My computer runs only at 233 MHz with 32MB RAM and operates under Windows 98 system. My processor remains Pentium II. Out of 6.34 gigabytes, I have 2.59 gigabytes left. Do I have the worst computer environment?

I have billions of neurons. I lost half of them.

Our house is located 36 kilometers from Rizal Park, Manila.

I have two unusual food cravings: a hotcake mixture, and half-cooked rice.

I have only 16 units left to graduate but since I am not allowed to overload, I need to enroll at least 14 units more.

I am the eldest among three offspring of a twenty-one year old marriage.

I had only 5 original album bought from music stores but I don't buy pirated ones.

Although I don't pilfer intellectual rights by buying pirated CDs, I am enjoying my 300 plus MP3s.

According to an IQ test taken in high school and Tickle test worked in recently, my intelligent quotient is between 120 and 144.

My favorite foreign quintet is 'N Sync, quartets are The Corrs and 98 Degrees, trio is Destiny's Child, and duo is M2M (because they are pretty).

Engineering the Blogscript*

2005-01-10T13:37:00.001+08:00

I haven't started to spruce up my scrapbook that I bought as my New Year's gift to myself, and here, I'm occupied again. Probably what will be printed in the brunette leaves of the orange-covered book is also what will be written in my blog.

10101 is a binary equivalent of base-ten number 21. Why name the blog Twenty-One? Is it my favorite number?

Here is a Java language snippet.

twentyOne = 2 / 3 / 2005;
System.out.println("Twenty-One is " + twentyOne);

What will be printed? The quotient 0.000325 is a geeky answer. Think out of the box, dude! I'll be 21 on the 3rd of February this year. 21 is a number of listings of twenty-one objects and other bits and pieces of my life that I want to share - 21 untold secrets, 21 truths that will strengthen your faith, 21 blessings that made you blessed for not having them, and twenty-one-fold things like you I don't still know.

But this will be fun. Promise.

*pasintabi kay B. Bruno