Monday, August 31, 2009

CH32: Ako at ang mga Kaibigan Ko

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On friends.

After riding through a boat ride for about 20 mins to Pandan Island (Palwan), it got me thinking ... about my friends ... duh.

I realized that I am friends with my friends as they have qualities that I want to have. It's easier to summarize it in physics talk - I think "parehas kami ng wavelength."  But then again, that argument does not take into consideration the phase of a wave. So dapat ... " parehas kami ng wavelength and phase." For those who did not take any physics course in college, two waves can have the same wavelength - but when superimposed on each other - cancels each other out (180 degrees out of phase).

So getting back, it's not that I choose my friends - it's more of I choose which friends I want to get closer with. It's a manifestation of my parents constant reminder to a kid ... to be wise on the friends one make ... and so, I try to be wise.

I guess what you can get out of this entry is a better understanding of my psyche - and that - your parents and elders give you advise and lecture you - not to nag (although it comes to that sometimes if we don't listen) - to help you become the better person that they think you can be. Ultimately, it's up to us - the youth - to face up to the challenge.

Time to snorkle!
(Finished entry on Pandan Beach, Palawan).

Thursday, August 27, 2009

WB2: Word Bubble Entry 2

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When I was about to have my word epiphany, some of my thoughts veered toward sunflowers ... I was driving through UP around this time.
And, it got me thinking about how I heard somebody say that there are people who compute or - estimate? - when the sunflower seeds should be planted - so they will bloom the day before graduation (or during the day itself).

And, it struck me as weird to realize ... if instruments, like sensors etc, are characterized to get a feel / know of how they operate (e.g. response plotted over a temperature range) ... do scientists or botanists do a similar study?

I thought of the following.

There should of course be a control setup for the experiment. Let's say a seedling exposed constant light - and a constant trickle of water.
(For the whole of the experiment, the same grade of soil should be used for all experimental setups - the same amount, etc). Then, we already have two main variables - light and water. Or probably three - which includes time. Or four or five if we have varying frequency to light and water provided (e.g. 5 mins lights on 5 mins lights off) ... hmm ... but I digress. Let this "paragraph of thought" end with me thinking about how many equations c/o the variables are needed to form a matrix that would characterize the plant (Sunflower for this case).

What would have been a world bubble entry became thoughts on plant growth characterization - which was mixed with "Investigatory Project" ideas.

Concluding Question: "Can we apply the same principles and processes as to when we characterize machines and instruments to plants / nature? Or, as nature came first before technology - are the processes we employ in machine characterization derivative from the processes used to characterize nature?"

----perhaps I shouldn't have so easily named the thread as word bubble - as this may as well be a thread for wild ideas my mind brings out to keep itself active.

back to work!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

WB1: Word Bubble Entry 1

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Ever since our Ilocos trip, I've been meaning to start a separate thread for this blog. Something that could spice up some intellect in my otherwise semi-boring life.

The inspiration behind this is for me to be able to document words that - seemingly , and quite suddenly may i add - pop in my mind. Words that I do know the meaning - given a context, but words which I find quite hard to actually define.

In our Vigan to Laoag trip, two words popped out of my head as we waited out ourselves - in a non-airconditioned bus - with lots of stops ("nagsasakay ng pasahero").

1. Episcopal. I knew the word had something to do with the church - and that it's an adjective. But, exactly what it meant, when asked to define it, well, like I said, I was short on words. All I could say was "it has something to do with the church." Searching through google, the word's definition is:

"of or pertaining to or characteristic of the Episcopal church; "the Episcopal hierarchy"; "married by an Episcopalian minister"

2. ?. I forgot the word. hahaha. But I do remember that it was a medical term. hypo or hyper something. And that it has something to do with hygiene. No. It's not hypoallergenic. I think it was a compound.

I figured - after some thought as to why I get some words popping out of my mind - that perhaps, those are words I happened to read upon in one of my books (I should start renovating my room to make room for my books - instead of storing them in Orocan boxes lol). And that, the active part of my brain that refuses to be idle - well, pops out those words so I have something to think about. They usually do pop out when, let's say, I'm in traffic (driving) or on a commute home. So, it's like "I have a friend in me." HAHAHAHA. Bipolar?

So anyway, since I'm on Asia shift later - below are some other words that may be new to you.

1. Septicemia - a blood infection. (from reading "The Ruins" by Scoot Smith. I thought, hmm... harry potter? Hahahaha)

2. Tryst - a date, a meeting or an encounter (At first, I was under the impression that it had to do with a battle, an exchange of swords - or something to that extent)

3. Cauterize - well, I thought that it's only meaning was a method to rid oneself of warts - but, well, it's to burn in general and it's also a means of first aid. Something like, "cauterize the wounds to stop the bleeding" - or to burn the blood vessels close to stop further loss of blood

More on this. Time to get some sleep!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

CH31: Pagbabalik Tanaw. Ako at ang Telepono

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Don't expect this entry to be in Filipino. :p

Me and the phone.

As a lot of you may not know. I hate landlines. I hate their ring.
But I was not born to hate. No one ever was.

I loathe their being. ...
ESPECIALLY if, it rings by my bedside and it's either a wrong number, someone pitching a product ... just!
I just hate them.

Hate is a manifestation we allow.

I started hating landlines back in college...
It's just a short story though.

When we first moved into our home (town house) in QC, I lived in the third floor. No phone was in my room then.
There was one in the designated computer area about 10-15 feet away from my bed.

ALWAYS! ALWAYS! Around 9:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m., after I slept around 5-6 a.m. studying for an exam, or doing research or perhaps (often times to seldom) playing the ps or online game, some f*ck would call! And, for the most part, it's people pitching a credit card or insurance or whatever you may think of, asking for my mom or my brother or my dad or my sister. None for me. (none important. Zilch). Some part of the whole of the calls I received then will have been due to a misdialed number. It happened a lot of times since we moved in to QC that at some point, upon being awakened by repetitive phone calls (by some f*ck), I decided to just remove the line from the third floor altogether! Good riddance! I'll just plug it back it when I'm properly rested I said.

As an interim solution when I became the FinCom Head of UP CIRCUIT (I bought a fax machine to increase my efficiency in marketing and stuff), I plugged it right inside my room. (The above paragraph still went on). I decided that perhaps, it will not be as much as a bother if it (the effing landline) was just a few steps away (not enough to really bother me sleep). BUT IT WAS. It WTF?! was.

During this time of my life, I was mostly awake at night balancing org stuff (reviewing finances, marketing etc) and acad stuff and of course, social life. I had arranged my schedule such that most of my subjects were in the afternoon. I thought, well, no problem there. Everything's going to be fine and dandy. But NO! For some reason, telemarketers would think that the people they are calling (not me) - who are most probably registered as PROFESSIONALS in their form or data or whatever - are at HOME during late mornings to lunch on WEEKDAYS?!

And that concludes my short story. The reason why I will most likely sound testy when you hear me answer a phone and I just rose from my bed to stop the ringing from going on and on and on and on. (The fax machine helped a lot in this aspect. I set it such that 4 rings will trigger the fax tone). But some people just don't get the hint.

Not a lot of people at work or friends know my home number. So no bother there.
PLEASE. Reach me through my mobile.

And  ... End of story.
Ang Pagbabalik Tanaw. Ako at ang Telepono

Monday, August 3, 2009

CH30: Please Don't Stop the Rain

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"If it's going to be a rainy day, there's nothing we can do to make it change. We can pray for sunny weather, but that won't stop the rain."

I know now what my problem is. I'm over-analytical.
Thinking processes can be controlled. If they can be controlled - then they can be studied and understood.
Emotions and feelings can be controlled. If they can be controlled - then they can be studied and understood.

This is why 'Death' is something I will never fully understand and appreciate. It's not something I can comprehend (yet). It's not something I can control. Thus, the presence of something uncontrollable is something I fear - more so, when I know that it may never be controllable.

The consequence of even trying to comprehend death is not something I wish. By wishing to learn more about death - would ultimately mean experiencing more (directly or indirectly - family or friend or friends of family and family friends) for case studies.

Behavioral patterns are controllable - they tend to be - more often than not - predictable. But in the presence of death, it's not something I wish to take on so lightly - as to ... ascertain ... that it is predictable. Because by treating such case as so, may end up making me inhuman - insensitive and less of a friend or family.

To mourn with someone - for someone - is not something I am used to yet. It's not something I wish to get used to. But it is something I know I must feel and experience.

Because, to mourn in the presence of death, is what makes us - human.

I offer my condolences to the family and friends I know who are going through this sad experience of 'death'.