Haters Gonna Die

people will always have something to tell against them, whether they know the people personally or not. people will always assume things that are negative. our chance for survival in this very hostile environment is the only way to outgrow them. people of this kind has no place in this modern, civilized world.

like for instance, my ex-wife's friend first came to know me during our wedding. when she had the moment with my ex-wife, she asked, "is your husband a tambay? does he have any work?" die, bitch! of course, my wife told me. and when i got the chance to corner that bitch, i said, "i might have achieved so little but compared to yours, you have not achieved anything!"

just a word:

doing this doesn't substitute for cold hard facts about people. start by looking at how many times people said things about you that weren't true. analyze how they based their comments about you on assumptions they had about the group of people of which you were a part, perhaps.

think back at a time you were guilty of doing the same to someone. ask yourself how true your assumptions were when you finally got to know the individual whom you you did the same. chances are that your assumptions were proven wrong.

determine what causes you to apply the stereotyping criterion that you use. for example, not all conservatives are religious, nor do all liberals want higher taxes. understand that there are always several empirical facts that prove your stereotyping reasons wrong. attempt to rid yourself of prejudices and biases that lead you to stereotyping people.

adopt logic, critical thinking and application of actual facts in place of stereotyping people. let people prove themselves to you. let them define themselves. this gives better, more accurate data on someone than what you get when stereotyping them. for example, don't assume that the bookworm is a boring person.

and please, do not assume that i am a broken person because of the contents of my blog!

my blog doesn't say it all.

Crabs, Crabs and Lots of Crabs

just recently, i submitted my doctoral dissertation in an international research committee for scrutiny under the scientific committee. good thing my paper on multiple and logistic regression analyses was accepted for oral presentation as a concurrent speaker. i'd be one of those speakers who will be coming from the philippines. the rest were from europe and the north america.

it took me a great deal of preparation for this summit though i know that in the letter of acceptance, my talk would only last for 12 minutes. what?! that means i have to recapitulate everything from my thick dissertation in 12 minutes!

the room was full of audience, mostly from the other countries. i was the last one to present my paper from the last group of presenters. i was hoping nobody would question the statistics, research design and all. who wouldn't be enthralled if your audience were very accomplished individuals with doctoral degrees, chairman emeritus status, etc?

when it was my turn to speak, i was above my average speed when i talk. remember, i was given only 12 minutes. i was too conscious of my grammar because most of my audience are native english speakers. my presented ended very well.

now, the question and answer portion...just hoping nobody will ask me.

the previous speakers were not asked. i was the one bombarded with a multitude of questions. a friend told me that if people are interested with my study, then they will really ask about your study. however, the foreigners did not ask anything. instead, they praised me of the accuracy and the study's contribution to the society.

i only fell when two filipinos made comments to put me to shame.

of all nationalities, it is the filipinos who tend to put you down! why can you not just be happy with your kababayan?

little did i know that the filipinos who asked me were just merely audience, and not presenters!

i love to kill these crabs and make a good dinner out of them!

Memento Mori

humans have conquered the vastness of space, the depths of the oceans and soared high in many inventions to make our live easier. however, only one thing man cannot fathom: death -- inevitable, inescapable.

we will never know when death would knock into our doorsteps to claim back the lives our Creator has given us. only one thing can be explained from this circumstance: pain. while it is painful to see our love ones bid goodbye, all we can do is to accept this sad reality. i remember entering a cemetery in capiz in one of my trips going to boracay. the big arc, instead of the usual welcome greeting, says "kami karon" and the other side of the arc says, "kamo ugma." so creepy but a reality!

 

i remember a handful of relatives who have already gone ahead of us makes me think of how i would look like when i'll be in the coffin. i usually make comments about the makeup: powders are just too thick; blush ons too pale; and, lipstick too pink. and when my time comes, i don't wanna end up in the coffin with the funny makeup. i don't want to be the object of ridicule for those who will be visiting my wake. my friends would die laughing instead of crying if they see me in the worst makeup one should be.

but of course, what is important is the outfit one should wear. every time a relative dies, it is my barong tagalogs that are donated. i have already given out a lot of them. as of this writing, a relative's husband who died in a car crash a week ago is wearing my barong right now. my relatives would always remember me when a relative dies because of my barongs that will donate.

they would always tell me that whenever you donate something to the dead, you will be rewarded and will live longer. i just hope so.

when my time comes, i wouldn't be wearing any barong as i have already exhausted my collection. i might be in my underwear where the mourners would say, "salad oh!"

remember the dead!

Saigon Blues

one of my hobbies is traveling. yes, you heard it! i am not rich but i can afford it. traveling gives you the benefit of bonding with your family and friends and of course, getting to know the differences in cultures, mores, traditions and customs.

vietnam is one of the exciting countries i've been to. in fact, it never pictured in my mind that it is a growing city with the promise of elevating the lives of its people; what was on my mind is that it is a war-torn country.

after passing through the immigration in ho chi minh city (saigon as its old name), we headed directly to the money changer. so funny for vietnamese to pronouce them as "chain mah neeeh". upon exchange from dollar to dong, i was shocked and became dumbfounded when my dollar was exchanged to 20,000 dong! so, my $50 was literally changed to 1,000,000 dong! i'm a millionaire in an instant!

downtown saigon's notre dame cathedral along district 1

for northface fans, shopping around saigon is great. the bags you get to see along SM's northface could make you pay around 6,000 to 8,000 pesos but in saigon would only cost you $15 (700+ pesos only) for northface factories are scattered in many areas in vietnam.

one thing exciting about vietnam is that they serve the best coffee, far better than starbucks. they are just served along the sidewalks and are very, very cheap. what i don't like about the place is the way the people handle the food. very unsanitary! there was an instance when i complained about my soup containing human hair. instead of replacing it with another serving, she instantly removed the hair using her fingers in front of us and said, "no more hair!" die, bitch!

i remember one of the staff of pres. noynoy aquino who went to vietnam and complained about seeing only ugly people... yeah, it's true. hahahaha! the most handsome person in vietnam could be just one of those faces of a stranger you meet along bangkerohan public market! i wonder "handsome" genetics did not make its way to vietnam. ***peace***

but as i traveled along, despite being a communist country, i learned to love the culture and of course, the honest people. my day tour was surely a hit!

i left my heart in saigon.

3rd Person Pronouns

you might be wondering why my blog never use HE, SHE, HIM and HER. i am protecting their identities, their genders, etc.

and if in case i misunderstood the gender, i combine HE, SHE, and IT to SHIT. so please bear with me.

just like in many technical papers like thesis or dissertation, i do not use third person pronouns.

you do not deserve to be called by your gender.

Karma Chameleon

karma chameleon is a song by the british new wave band, the culture club. the song was featured from the group's 1983 album, colour by numbers.

however, this song has a different meaning for me. whenever a person did something bad at me, i never retaliate.  i am not the warfreak kind of person. others say that revenge is a dish best served cold. hell, no! i have always believed in karma.and when karma gets in, it so lucky that i am able to witness back the things these people did.

for instance, i thought life is there. life starts there and ends there. i thought everything is in perfect shape and the promise of growth and development as an individual and as a professional being is just out there for grabs. i was just so blinded for it was just like a screensaver showing nude pictures, only to find out later that it is already formatting your harddrive. cheaters!

people in the administration always play godly roles. their principles, no matter how crooked, could bend to those they prefer. they always set double standards. they always think that their positions are lifetime; only death can remove them from their positions.

the adhoc committee who decided to cease my employment made relentless, inexorable and ruthless remarks; they were so happy upon my exit. yes, i was terminated for reasons of giving a failure to one of my imbecile students who happened to be the niece of an administrator. 

however, little they know that the things they did will come back and haunt them. the people who pushed me out of the corners were kicked out by the same person who they think is on their side.

God was so good that He let me see the same things these people did to me three years ago. the fat-ass-bitch was kicked from its post without it knowing about it. the social climber was terminated. one more person left, the cinema god, who lurks in moviehouses to have a taste of "heaven" from the marginalized masses.

i will really see your downfall. really...

karma, karma, karma chameleon... you come and go, you come and go...

Sexually-Transmitted Diseases

it is so surprising when students ask me what medicine to take whenever they have "leaking pipes" or sexually-transmitted diseases acquired from meeting women from the bars of the city's limits. of course, being educated about these diseases (note: i do not have STDs if you think i can relate to the situation mentioned). i always tell them ABC - Always Bring Condom, whenever necessary. it may not be the best way to protect yourself with the bacteria or virus, but somehow having sex with an unknown partner would be great if you have protected yourself from the destruction: the risk of contracting diseases or HIV and the risk of pregnancy on your partner.

i even showed them the calendar method. yes, i showed them how it works. it may not be 100 percent effective but somehow would give my sexually active students the idea when and when not to have sex or when to be protected during an intercourse.

i have always marveled how much information you can give to your students should i be teaching family planning, drug addiction and matters relating to sex and sex problems. i have always wanted to become a psychiatrist with specialization in sex education and sociology. however, the wind blew in a different direction and brought me here in the field of computers. but then, knowledge in other areas are always welcome as we are always educated in any possible way we can. i remember last summer of 2011 when dr. margie holmes became one of my teachers in the short-term post-graduate study in cebu. she wowed the crowd with her immense knowledge regarding sex and marital problems explained the most acceptable, scientific way.

life as a computer science professor does not end with lectures and laboratory sessions regarding programming. we can be reached by our students in any manner they can, whether on topics involving  computers or sexually transmitted diseases!