Archive | October, 2005

Nais Ko / Greenwich Jingle

Posted on 17 October 2005 by Flisha

Gimmi and I were eating at Jollibee sometime ago, and we were sitting near the Greenwich soundblaster. We were sharing a two-piece Chickenjoy when suddenly this really nice song begins to play…

Nais Ko

Malayo pa lang kumakaway ka na
Di mapigil ang saya na tayo’y magkikita
Kailan lang ng tayo’y nagkakilala
Tingnan mo nga naman ngayon ay magkabarkada
Ka-kwentuhan ng kung anu-ano
Ka jamming sa mga awiting uso
Kahalakhakan at kabiruan
Sa araw-araw di pagsasawaan
Nais ko ay makasama ka
Kahati sa walang hanggang ligaya
Katawanan magmula umaga
Ako’y nasasabik sa bawat araw
Dahil kapiling ko ay laging ikaw
Salamat at nakilala ka
Salamat sa araw na tayo’y nagkita
Umaga man, tanghali o gabi
Natutuwa akong makita kang muli
Nais ko ay makasama ka
Kahati sa walang hanggang ligaya
Katawanan magmula umaga
Ako’y nasasabik sa bawat araw
Dahil kapiling ko ay laging ikaw

The song reminds me of Gimmi. When I heard it, I made Gim listen and we held hands while smil cheekily at one another. I like Gim a lot. When I’m with him, I’m happy. I wish I were with Gimmi every second of every day.



Blogging Out the Stress

Posted on 16 October 2005 by Flisha

These days I’ve been so busy I’ve absolutely no time for myself – or blogging.

I’m giving a MySQL seminar next week but I still have to come up with exercises for the attendants, whoever they are. It’s actually the local government that’s giving the seminar but they’ve decided to outsource it to private peeps, since giving it themselves would be added workload to their so-very-overloaded butts. I’m being sarcastic here, having just vacated a lucrative government position myself. But anyway, I’m not complaining. (But don’t I sound like it? Hormones.) They’re paying me P225 an hour. I thought they were joking at first. Turns out they were dead serious.

Two days from now my students are going to have their project defense as final exam. I made them count all the lines of code in their program as part of the software engineering process. Heehee, I am such a biatch. Honestly, the subject I am teaching has got to be one of the more tedious courses in the new curriculum. Counting lines, counting functions, estimating costs and effort, creating graphs. If only programming was as simple as typing code. But no, documentation sometimes takes one third of the whole process. Speaking of which, I have yet to construct the defense criteria! Or reserve the multimedia! Or post their schedules! Ack!!!

October is Zamboanga’s month, the 12th being the city’s biggest yearly event, the Fiesta Pilar. I would have loved to see the regatta (colorful sailboats racing in the ocean) or the baile na calle (street dances) or the carrera (the local counterpart of Amazing Race) or any of the free concerts but sadly I wasn’t able to. I’ve been feverishly working on the Evaluation system for the school. I’ve made lots of systems before but I’ve never handled more than 50 users or records. This time, my system’s gonna be placed on a network where at one single time, 5 or more users will be accessing nearly half a million’s worth of records! And testing’s due next week! And I’m still redesigning my tables!!! If my stress meter were filled with mercury I’d have long been poisoned.

To top it all off, I just got my period. And the letter O on my keyboard is stuck. And my blog’s calendar of activities is hankering for an update. And Windows Explorer seems to have misplaced my folder extensions. And I’m eating up an entire can of my darling boyfriend’s stash of chocolate chips.

This is going to be a long week.


Smurfs Bombed

Posted on 09 October 2005 by Flisha

Unicef is killing Smurfs!!!

I remember when I was child I loved to watched these little blue people. But now they are being bombed by Unicef.


Well, Unicef has decided they’ve had it with little blue people who hog the screen and make children watch TV for hours and hours until they believe that normal people are blue.

No, I’m just kidding. Unicef is actually using the 25-second film to raise funds for the rehabilitation of former child soldiers in Burundi. They want their nation to see the effects of war on children.

From Telegraph:

The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand-in-hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom- shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky.

Tiny Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs.

The final frame bears the message: “Don’t let war affect the lives of children.”

Maybe the US should produce something like this. Only, instead of being blue and wearing diapers, the Smurfs should be brown and hairy and wearing turbans and covered in bombs, which go off everytime they move. Then they should send the film to Iraq and Afghanistan.



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