promises...promises.....
I think it's time for me to stop beleivin' about promises...
posted by BRAD @ 12:24 AM
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
PAROLE
PAROLE
synopsis
Book 1.
Ivory are her eyes. Walnut is her hair. She’s the most ravishing among the exquisites.
Beauty is beyond reach. Born with a silver spoon
yet poor in terms of sight. Vision is beyond reach yet darkness seems so near.
Heaven is all there is to see. She sees a paradise of peace. A kingdom where angels worship and
manifest to omnipotent. All seemed pure to her before the great counterpoint. Most perfect faced
challenges that seem to never end. Holding thorns of faith is all he contract.
"Is this the only way?"
Check out Alan Pua fb... This guy is good!
Cant wait to read hes novel when he finally decide to start writing it...
posted by BRAD @ 3:49 PM
Comments: 0
Should I do a Master's or a PhD ?? (Or Should I do a PhD?)
The same question always asked by my students...and others...
...so what is this actually?
MS = Start making money fast but have to work harder to rise in a technical organisation. A Phd atleast starts off with being trusted to have the right technical experience/expertise whereas a Masters has to prove him/herself. However, in our industry (and science in general), trust and respect has to be earned. So, both have to keep earning that respect. There are no research academic positions open to a masters and no/few research positions in industry.
PhD = Start making a lot of money but after 5 years. No limits, can go to academics or industry. Can pretty much get any job one wants. However, this is not to say that a masters who works very hard cannot do the same (except research jobs). However, doing a PhD is a personal decision, based more on your philosophy of life. If you just want money, do a Masters -- better still, do a MBA ! :) For those who want a bit more and are inclined to think about the later half of their career, a PhD may prove to be useful.
The thing is... I know lots of people with MS and Phd...but they perform poorer than those people who serve them...worst is...sometimes they have no idea to their job description...papel na lng talaga ang labanan ngayon...masakit pakinggan pero minsan sila pa ang bobo considering nkatapos sila ng MS at Phd. ....and mahihilig sila magpower play...e wala nga sila alam....nkakapikon!
posted by BRAD @ 2:42 PM
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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Wednesday, April 06, 2011
spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
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Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
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Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK OUT!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
PAROLE
PAROLE
synopsis
Book 1.
Ivory are her eyes. Walnut is her hair. She’s the most ravishing among the exquisites.
Beauty is beyond reach. Born with a silver spoon
yet poor in terms of sight. Vision is beyond reach yet darkness seems so near.
Heaven is all there is to see. She sees a paradise of peace. A kingdom where angels worship and
manifest to omnipotent. All seemed pure to her before the great counterpoint. Most perfect faced
challenges that seem to never end. Holding thorns of faith is all he contract.
"Is this the only way?"
Check out Alan Pua fb... This guy is good!
Cant wait to read hes novel when he finally decide to start writing it...
posted by BRAD @ 3:49 PM
Comments: 0
Should I do a Master's or a PhD ?? (Or Should I do a PhD?)
The same question always asked by my students...and others...
...so what is this actually?
MS = Start making money fast but have to work harder to rise in a technical organisation. A Phd atleast starts off with being trusted to have the right technical experience/expertise whereas a Masters has to prove him/herself. However, in our industry (and science in general), trust and respect has to be earned. So, both have to keep earning that respect. There are no research academic positions open to a masters and no/few research positions in industry.
PhD = Start making a lot of money but after 5 years. No limits, can go to academics or industry. Can pretty much get any job one wants. However, this is not to say that a masters who works very hard cannot do the same (except research jobs). However, doing a PhD is a personal decision, based more on your philosophy of life. If you just want money, do a Masters -- better still, do a MBA ! :) For those who want a bit more and are inclined to think about the later half of their career, a PhD may prove to be useful.
The thing is... I know lots of people with MS and Phd...but they perform poorer than those people who serve them...worst is...sometimes they have no idea to their job description...papel na lng talaga ang labanan ngayon...masakit pakinggan pero minsan sila pa ang bobo considering nkatapos sila ng MS at Phd. ....and mahihilig sila magpower play...e wala nga sila alam....nkakapikon!
posted by BRAD @ 2:42 PM
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
SPEAK
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
SPEAK
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Wednesday, April 06, 2011
spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
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SPEAK
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Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
PAROLE
PAROLE
synopsis
Book 1.
Ivory are her eyes. Walnut is her hair. She’s the most ravishing among the exquisites.
Beauty is beyond reach. Born with a silver spoon
yet poor in terms of sight. Vision is beyond reach yet darkness seems so near.
Heaven is all there is to see. She sees a paradise of peace. A kingdom where angels worship and
manifest to omnipotent. All seemed pure to her before the great counterpoint. Most perfect faced
challenges that seem to never end. Holding thorns of faith is all he contract.
"Is this the only way?"
Check out Alan Pua fb... This guy is good!
Cant wait to read hes novel when he finally decide to start writing it...
posted by BRAD @ 3:49 PM
Comments: 0
Should I do a Master's or a PhD ?? (Or Should I do a PhD?)
The same question always asked by my students...and others......so what is this actually?
MS = Start making money fast but have to work harder to rise in a technical organisation. A Phd atleast starts off with being trusted to have the right technical experience/expertise whereas a Masters has to prove him/herself. However, in our industry (and science in general), trust and respect has to be earned. So, both have to keep earning that respect. There are no research academic positions open to a masters and no/few research positions in industry.
PhD = Start making a lot of money but after 5 years. No limits, can go to academics or industry. Can pretty much get any job one wants. However, this is not to say that a masters who works very hard cannot do the same (except research jobs). However, doing a PhD is a personal decision, based more on your philosophy of life. If you just want money, do a Masters -- better still, do a MBA ! :) For those who want a bit more and are inclined to think about the later half of their career, a PhD may prove to be useful.
The thing is... I know lots of people with MS and Phd...but they perform poorer than those people who serve them...worst is...sometimes they have no idea to their job description...papel na lng talaga ang labanan ngayon...masakit pakinggan pero minsan sila pa ang bobo considering nkatapos sila ng MS at Phd. ....and mahihilig sila magpower play...e wala nga sila alam....nkakapikon!
posted by BRAD @ 2:42 PM
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SPEAK OUT!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
SPEAK
OUT!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
SPEAK
OUT!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK OUT!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
SPEAK
OUT!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK OUT!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
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Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
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Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
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spooky....
For merely 3000 years the Mayan created a complex and accurate calendar....Mayan calendar starts August 11, 311BC....and ends at about 5000 years which dated December 21, 2012....but why? did Mayans know something about mans future?
posted by BRAD @ 12:05 PM
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Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK
OUT!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
Sit BAck and Relax
THERE IS A SPECIAL ROOM in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep siting straight up. The sign on the door reads: Reserved for People Who Recline Their Seatbacks the Entire Flight. Most of us understand the discomfort we are inflicting on the poor schmo sitting behind us and try to limit our reclining for the flights-out portion of the flight. If everyone leans back together, in the manner of the synchronised, unattractively upholstered swim routine, then no-one is unfairly crowded.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
I had a seatback diva in front of me last week. We were barely air-borne, and there she was in my lap. Using my computer would now entail making a slit in my belly flab and inserting the front half of the keyboard inside me, so that the bottom row of letters were rendered inaccessible and i would have to make do without the words banana, vixen, balaclava and many other colourful favourites.
Defeated, I tried to watch the little TV mounted in the seatback in front of me. Alas, the screen was so close to my face that my eyes were crossing. TV chef Emerif had become a set of perfectly choreograph twin Emerils, which was one or possibly two more Emerils than I could handle. In desperation, I turned to my complementary copy of Sky Mall catalogue and began to read. A mail-order was selling "the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World," enabling, I don't know, Santa's elves to do laundry in their workshop. "Tiki Head Tissue Box Dispenses Tissue Through the Nose!" another ad reported excitedly.
"Who would buy this?" I said to the man in the middle seat, but he was busy waving down a flight attendant. "Miss?" He was holding up knees. "Is there any room in the overhead bin for these?"
We hit a pocket of turbulence and Bloody Mary mix slopped onto the chinos of the man next to me. I pointed to the Most Compact Washing Machine in the World. "You need this," "I said. The man did not smile. His expression was just like the Tiki Head with tissues up its nostrils, displeased and clearly embarrassed about the situation yet resolutely stoic.
More and more, you must board a plane like a general going to war. You must constantly defend your turf-your wee, airless kingdom. The occupier of the next seat will make his move upon your armrest the moment your vigilance flags. you will return from the bathroom to find an elbow planted in the little vinyl peninsula where your people once roamed free.
The battle for armrest dominance has grown ever more intense in the era of laptop computer. The airplane seat-design to ba a chair, and never very good at it - has now been asked to perform double duty as an office. Soon people will be bringing fitness equipment and hobby craft aboard, and the company that makes the elfin washers will need to get started on looms and rowing machines.
Incredibly complex ruels apply to the space beneath your seat, for it belongs, technicaly, to the person behind you. Not long ago, I was on a transcontinental flight when I was awaken by a woman behind me, "Excuse me?" She was holding a plastic juice cup. "Excuse me? This is coming in my section."
I had put my empty cup under my seat and it has slid backwards, crossing the imaginary line in the carpeting. She was peeved. Her eyes were squinty and her nostrils were flaring as though about to dispense tissues through the nose.
People were staring, so I took the cup. Later that night, a pantyhosed foot made a stealth assoult on the back of my right armrest. It was her Juice Cup Border Patrol.
"Excuse me?" I nudge the foot at all gently, "This is coming in my section."
Several hours went by without incident. I was beginnig to drift off, when I heard a driving, tinny noise: ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch,......THe woman behind me had mobilised the most fearsome weapon in the modern airplane arsenal: the Overly Loud Headphones.
I waved my hot towel to surrender.
posted by BRAD @ 7:35 AM
Comments: 0
SPEAK OUT!
Thursday, December 02, 2010
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
why I'm still alone?
i have this depression since hi skul.... problem is its getting worse...good thing is ...i still have the control....sometyms i tink i can't go on...theraphy, yoga, gym, everything......a complete silence and hapiness follows, then suddenly its like a phone that some1 turns it on, my head start spinning....SAD AGAIN!
i met some1 and this person gives me hope...im sory hopes pala...this person is so important to me now that im so scared if one day the person decided or i myt not see him anymore.....but my depression doesn't stop there... wen this person doesn't send me msg nagiistart na utak ko magisip that he myt already in a far place....den a battalion of questions starts pouring into my mind....and that makes the situation worse....
One of the frustrating reality is theres nobody i cud talk to....
I'm so helpless but one thing or shud i say im gifted of making others feel more comfortable pag sila may problem,,,,i can easy mend their broken hatrs, somtym their broken pockets.... but for myself....I CAN'T.
Today is worse! I spent all last week lamenting about what will happen to me now....my future....I love wat im doing ryt now but it dsnt give me security.....barkadas are starting to part ways....some doesn't even give a damn my whereabouts..... oh i do care about my friends..
I admit that this doesn't tell my whole problem..... Facebook... d same wid other social networks.....ang trend paramihan ng frend...the more mas sikat....d nman nila lhat kilala nasalist nila....andun lng just sitting sa list of frineds nila.....Oh i need help wid this depression....
Any1?
thanks for listening.......
posted by BRAD @ 10:23 AM
Comments: 0
About Me
- Name: BRAD
- Location: Philippines
AKO...adik ako sa book.. sa electronic gadgets...gumawa ng grapix para palitan weekly template ng blog ko...sa yosi...gumawa ng gif pics...
