I just watched episodes 314 and 315. I don't want to be a spoiler so I'll make this rave simple! Ang galing! I so like the twists and the "miscalculations" at the end of episode 315! Avatar is TEH BOMBZ!
Lunes, Abril 28, 2008
Avatar is TEH BOMBZ!
I'd have to break the hiatus between my final farewells on this blog... I just have to RAVE about Avatar.
Huwebes, Abril 24, 2008
I've officially changed my desktop
It's X-Men vs Streetfighter... only there wasn't a DC fighting game beforehand, while X-Men had at least Children of the Atom.
Miyerkules, Abril 23, 2008
Martes, Abril 22, 2008
Sabado, Abril 19, 2008
Fall Out Boy - Sugar We're Going Down Swinging
As part of my hard drive clean up, I'm removing music videos... Therefore...
Huwebes, Abril 10, 2008
Rainbow screen using QBASIC
More files from nowhere... Very simple code to randomly fill the screen with pixels.
Would you believe this was QBasic?
As I was cleaning my hard drive and backup files from school, I found this.
Miyerkules, Abril 9, 2008
Linggo, Abril 6, 2008
Miyerkules, Abril 2, 2008
Final farewells Part 1: The catch of 153
I may be writing the final few entries for this multiply account. I may have to move to a different online home. To those who notice my desktop stickies (among other things they notice) is that I have lots of pending writing, and hopefully I get to finish them all before I commit cybersuicide and abandon theateneoedge.multiply.com ... (although I fear losing my contacts here).
Also, a lot of people may know by now that I'm also pretty much influenced by media. One of my favorite artists is the country praise singer Steven Curtis Chapman. I've placed teachers on a very high pedestal that I now think was too high. Let's begin with a song first:
Again, I stress the reason for choosing to have taught at the Ateneo: the school's mission statement echoed mine. My own mission statement that I had never before put into words, I saw it there at the lobby hanging meters from Ma'am Jenny. How the world is really hostile to the values of Christ? How the mission takes on that challenge? How the youth can be the transforming difference? How one's actions to the "least of my brethren" is done unto Him? I never wrote these down and surprised to see it all hanging on the wall.
To those who've known me enough, I like to end my day by reading from the Wisdom of Ages. Here's a story that is relevant this Easter season. I have also been using this for self-reflection. More after the piece (from John 21:1-14):
Afterward Jesus appeared again to his disciples, by the Sea of Tiberias. It happened this way: Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two other disciples were together. "I'm going out to fish," Simon Peter told them, and they said, "We'll go with you." So they went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus.
He called out to them, "Friends, haven't you any fish?"
"No," they answered.
He said, "Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some." When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish.
Then the disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, "It is the Lord!" As soon as Simon Peter heard him say, "It is the Lord," he wrapped his outer garment around him (for he had taken it off) and jumped into the water. The other disciples followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish, for they were not far from shore, about a hundred yards. When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.
Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish you have just caught."
Simon Peter climbed aboard and dragged the net ashore. It was full of large fish, 153, but even with so many the net was not torn. Jesus said to them, "Come and have breakfast." None of the disciples dared ask him, "Who are you?" They knew it was the Lord. Jesus came, took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead.
Also, a lot of people may know by now that I'm also pretty much influenced by media. One of my favorite artists is the country praise singer Steven Curtis Chapman. I've placed teachers on a very high pedestal that I now think was too high. Let's begin with a song first:
FOR THE SAKE OF THE CALL
(forgive me if the words seem to be off... I'm working on memory)Nobody stood and appluaded them so they knew from the start that this road would not lead to fame. All they really knew for sure was Jesus had called to them. He said, "Come follow me," and they came. With reckless abandon, they came.
Empty nets lying there at the water's edge told a story that few could believe and none could explain how some crazy fishermen agreed to go where Jesus led with no thought for what they would gain for Jesus had called them by name. And they answered...
"We will abandon it all for the sake of the call. No other reason at all but the sake of the call. Wholly devoted to live and to die for the sake of the call."
Drawn like the rivers are drawn to the sea, there's no turning back for the water cannot help but flow. Once we hear the Savior's call, we'll follow wherever he leads because of the love He has shown and because He has called us to go. We will answer...
"We will abandon it all for the sake of the call. No other reason at all but the sake of the call. Wholly devoted to live and to die..."
Not for the sake of a creed or a cause. Not for a dream or a promise. Simply because it is Jesus who calls. If we believe, we'll obey.
We will abandon it all for the sake of the call. No other reason at all but the sake of the call. Wholly devoted to live and to die for the sake of the call.
Again, I stress the reason for choosing to have taught at the Ateneo: the school's mission statement echoed mine. My own mission statement that I had never before put into words, I saw it there at the lobby hanging meters from Ma'am Jenny. How the world is really hostile to the values of Christ? How the mission takes on that challenge? How the youth can be the transforming difference? How one's actions to the "least of my brethren" is done unto Him? I never wrote these down and surprised to see it all hanging on the wall.
I have since detailed my own philosophy of education. I've likened how some teachers respond to a call when they can do much better elsewhere (financially and professionally) and honor a lot of them for being those who form young men and women to become movers and shakers.
I now look back and check whether I have caught 153 fish after changing where I cast my net...
To be continued...
Martes, Abril 1, 2008
Cybersuicide
Cybersuicide
PEPE DON'T PREACH By Pepe Diokno
Saturday, March 1, 2008 (Philippine Star)
PEPE DON'T PREACH By Pepe Diokno
Saturday, March 1, 2008 (Philippine Star)
My friend wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t drunk.
But, from across an unlit suburban street, it probably looked like we were. “Every guy’s allowed one!” my friend screamed.
I chomped at a Nestle bar, b*itching louder than a Maria Sharapova grunt. And even a Maria Sharapova grunt couldn’t cheer me up.
It was the love bug. And, as my friend says, we guys are allowed just one. This was my one. Let me spare you the details and make with my dignity.
Let’s just say, I missed a boat, haven’t caught another. (And, my editor has cut eight paragraphs from here due to emo-ness not fit for print.)
This is where you “AWWW”
Anyway. You get over these things. I tend to pour over work to put everything behind me. The strategy’s effective — but, (cue The Gossip’s Standing in the Way of Control) it does only for a while.
A month later, my friend had flown back to
Where My Balls Went
There is a time in a man’s life when he has to step up and throw punches, slug things out and take what’s his. But it surely isn’t the time when there are bouncers around.
I am a wuss.
I wallow. I let out a Maria Sharapova grunt once, I let out a Maria Sharapova grunt twice, and before anyone can say, “Serve!” I become a chick myself, running to my car, rushing home, crying, “Save me, Oprah Winfrey!”
That’s what I did.
Now, The Noose
I went home, and, deciding I did not want anything to do with the sick, social world anymore, I grabbed my laptop and clicked myself. I mean, killed myself. Online.
I started with my social networks — Facebook, Friendster, MySpace — deleted them. Then, I moved on to my blog(s). Lastly, I Googled myself, looking for every existing reference to my being that I could delete. Deleted them.
I committed cybersuicide. Today, if it weren’t for a few random mentions — and the Supreme site (http://supreme.ph) — I would be dead. On the Internet.
Cybersuicide, n.
Now, there are two definitions of cybersuicide.
The first is killing your online identity. The second type is bona fide suicide. There are actual cases: “Group of strangers come together online to plan a suicide party.” “Teenagers perform copycat suicides based on those they’ve researched on the Internet.” And, “Man uses online classifieds to find volunteer murder victims.”
I didn’t do the second type, obviously, but that night, after I erased about a year’s worth of blog entries, I realized a few things about letting go of it all. Here are the stuff I’ve learned from my brush with the click of death.
After-Life Lessons
1. It wasn’t so much about killing myself as it was about cutting contact with other people. A big part of me went, “I wonder what they’d do without me.” Maybe it was an ego thing — a show of superiority that went, “If you want to talk to me, you’ll have to at least call me up.” Or, maybe I just wanted to piss off the one or two people who looked at my Facebook profile on a daily basis.
Taking it from there, I think suicides are a form of social rebellion rather than an internal conflict. I don’t think it’s in our human system to want to hurt ourselves. But, maybe wanting to get the best of others supersedes that. We live in such a competitive world that for a few desperate people, maybe death is the ultimate form of oneupsmanship. It’s like saying, “Take that, bitchzz!” Except you die.
No One Gives A Click
2. No one on the Internet depends on you. If I got you into thinking that killing yourself online is going to affect anyone, the truth is, it won’t. Fellow Supreme writer Gino de la Paz once asked, “If a blog shuts down in the blogosphere and no one’s there to see it, does it make a sound?” The answer is, even if someone’s there to see it, it doesn’t even whimper.
When people can’t find your blog, they’ll move on to the next one. If you’re Friendster profile’s unavailable, they’ll click on the next tab. Unlike in the real world, where you have actual relationships to support, on the Internet, all other sites can do without you.
There goes your, “Take that, bitchzz!” Sorry.
Anti-It (Information Technology)
3. You’re either on or offline. It’s only when you withdraw from the Net that you realize how much communication depends on it. Party invites, cell phone number changes, essential bits of information — they’re all online. So, if you’re about to click your Netlife away, consider yourself warned.
But then again — because we’re a generation of non-conformists — if online is “It,” is offline now “anti-It?”
Hmm, I may be on the crest of a wave of peeps allergic to cyberspace. Social networks are for show-offs, anyway. For every byte of important information, there are 10 megabytes of crappy photos. Signing out may just be the new in-thing to do.
Cyberspace Debris
4. The Internet makes the world smaller. But what we need is for the world to be bigger. No one really makes friends online. Sure, you get the random invite from a person you don’t know — but that isn’t networking, it’s annoying. There comes a point where you’ve added all the “friends” you could possibly add. And you’re bound to reach a juncture in blogosphere where you know everything about everyone within six degrees of you. At this point, you’ll say, there has got to be more to life. And there is.
The day after I gave myself the Internet lethal injection, I met up with a friend — face-to-face — and she gave me the usual post-love bug, there-are-other-fish-in-the-sea spiel. I told her, “Thank you, Oprah!” and left with this little nugget of sappiness:
5. There are other fish in the sea. But, in order to see the sea, you may need to step out of the water.
For those of you swimming in the murky waters of cyberspace, you might want to consider suicide.
Just do it to your online self, okay?
The Ateneo Edge IS no more
Do note that this was something for 01 April 2008...
By the time this entry is posted by an automated script on my server, The Ateneo Edge may have been gone. Why? I'm just tired of it all.
I'm tired of pretending everything's fine when nothing really is.
I'm tired of living passionately only to be seen as someone trying to outdo others.
I'm tired of working for someone who I feel I could do a much better job given the positions were changed.
I'm tired of people minding what I do when they do worse.
I'm tired of hypocrites.
I'm tired of giving my all when others just take and take... and take.
I'm tired of doing Christmas shopping and spending thousands for family who eventually gives me nothing else but boxers when they know that I use briefs.
I'm tired of having to pay bills for the home then go home to an empty dinner table.
I'm tired of self-righteous attention-grabbing elitists who don't even look past the logs in their eyes.
I'm tired of being asked to give a massage to Senior Citizen parents some nights and put a baby to sleep on others.
I'm tired of not being able to build a real relationship with a lady given all the attachments I have.
I'm tired of being the odd man out whenever there's an outing or activity that reveals I only have nine toes.
I'm tired of a cruel world crumbling down.
I'm tired of living for others when most of people my age are living for themselves.
I'm tired of educators who don't know squat about hard life and assume everything will bend for them at their beck and call.
I'm tired of me making excuses for how others are.
I'm tired of me.
I'm tired.
I am...
gone.
I've worn my heart on my pretty long sleeves. I've wept in front of friends and screamed out on the Web. I've poured my heart and soul to the world... and The Ateneo Edge is gone. Yesterday was the last of it. The slate is clear. My slate is clear. Then life goes on.
I've chosen it this way so there's no way anyone can interfere. This entry would have been posted at 10.00p of 01 April. My last day would have seen me with MBoys09 and B2008. I've said that I would have offered everything I had left for whatever is left to me. I hope I've done so.
The past has taken everything I have of me from me and I've been scraped dry, emptied, and left barren. They took me in, they took it all, then took me out. In the following days, an entry will come out at almost the same time as this one to elaborate on my memoirs... eventually ending with an entry that will reveal my passwords for Facebook, Multiply, GMail, Yahoo!, and several other online services. I only wish that you respect my desire to keep everything I've left. This is my account of my life. This is me.
I've wondered how best to leave without burdening others with care for me. I figured that the only way is to return to nature — to be one with the stars, so to speak. By the time this is out, I've boarded a ship and hopefully leaped off the stern. Once again, one with the world.
Through all the recent emotional twists, I've never blamed God nor have sinned due to all the pain and heartache and heartbreak. Until now. I hope you allow me just this one thing albeit this one thing this big. I've never been a friend of fate.
Tomorrow, the story of 153. The catch of Edge, a failed fisher of men. An entry of apologies and thanksgiving.
The following day, to whom I bequeath which. Hayden and Ali never to part.
The final day, my login information for my services as well as my financial account information.
I HOPE TO GO UP... BUT XS IS STILL FINE.
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