A week(end) of everything…but work


This must be the longest week I ever had. This week felt like it was a 24 X 7 plus 1. I don’t exactly know if so many things have happened or it’s just so much time has slipped by. It must have been the latter but then again it could have been the former. Either way, it’s a shame that both of it have been mostly done in front of the IBM’s flat LCD and inside the cold gray cube.

That’s the problem when there is imbalance between time and tasks. It is during these conditions that nothing gets done productive. Condition 1: Having less (or the feeling of it) time but with multiple tasks is confusing or worse, panicking. Condition 2: While having more time but with little or no task on queue at all is just pathetic. If you ask me, I prefer Condition 1.

Since being idle nowadays is as predictable as sunset, this is when having an initiative and a bit of creativeness sets one person one step ahead of the other. It would also help to do at least a short time planning just to preserve self-worth on a daily basis. And that is just what I’ve done so far…so far.

The good thing is that in spite of lull in workloads, the resources at work still remains abundant – which is both a good and a bad thing. It’s like staring at an apple in the Garden of Eden while wondering if God will ever snooze – the temptation to cross the fine line is always there. For starters, the internet connection is always on (and to mention that it’s way faster than outside) and the printers are functional and readily full of papers. Now if that doesn’t get your mind immediately full of wild ideas, then something is wrong with you. I know that google-heads are green with envy by now.

It is during these times when good judgment and some work ethics come handy. In my case I try to kill time by taking online trainings that will contribute to my upskilling. I likewise try to be involved in activities that the company offers. But let me make it clear that I’m not saying that others aren’t doing the right thing or mine is better than theirs because each has its own definition of getting busy.

Skillsoft Books24X7

I have never appreciated the availability of this site more than now. Although I’ve used it years before for my researches and book references when I continued my schooling, since weeks ago I started using it again. And this week my usage got more frequent than ever.

My search for MBA tags brought me to results other than books. I find that there are online courses, learning guides and assessments available. What made it even more interesting was that I’ve read and learned about lots of good stuffs with regards to writing. I’m excited to share it soon as this was once my problem when I made my thesis – or I just didn’t have enough time to research then. Now I got what I wished for. Ti abi.

Financial readiness seminar

I can’t exactly remember when I attended this one but I was once again among those inside the packed training room. It was estimated that there were at least 300 attendees who listened to the Colayco foundation’s Executive Director Mr. Bengco speak about finances. He spoke a lot of things which half I dismissed and half I noted. Part of the things I got so interested and got me musing is when the foil about ways to get rich was shown. It contained only five. The crowd’s excitement of knowing what the five ways are immediately died down when most of us realized that the first four isn’t just possible.

  1. Inherit it
  2. Marry it
  3. Steal it
  4. Win it
  5. Earn it

So earn it will be.

A reminder of a bedtime story

The long week got longer than it should be after I was once again reminded of a bedtime story – The Rabbit and the Turtle. I’m assuming by now that anyone old enough and anyone reading this blog knew about this tale.

It happened during our company’s Smashing Couples badminton match. After I saw the line up where my partner and I were included, I had high hopes that we do have the chance to at least reach the finals. And what inspired me more was when I learned who will be our first match. “We’ve beaten these guys before, we can do it again”, I confidently said to my team mate.

The high ego was short lived. After piling up some points ahead on the first set our opponents consistently capitalized on our unforced errors and soon enough confidence was on their side. The first set reached deuce but the next set was crushing to the rabbits.

I came out of the badminton tournament with the line, “and the moral of the story is…” echoing in my mind. Damn turtles. Hahaha. Just kidding.

Congrats Richmond and Arlene.

Everything that flies and crashes

To enthusiasts, this is another anticipated week for the flying community. And even if I won’t be able to attend the 13th Philippine Hot Air Balloonfest – for several reasons – I know that hundreds of people are either already at Clark or just on their way while enjoying the SCTEX drive.

Unfortunately, while everyone at Clark enjoys the breathtaking sight of balloons, skydivers, airplane exhibitions and everything that flies, two places abroad experienced separate plane crashes. One was in Buffalo, New York that claimed 50 lives when a commuter plane went down, initially due to icing, to one of the houses. Another plane crash landed at a London airport which thankfully just had minor injuries to its passengers.

It’s a pity but it seems like Capt. Sully’s heroic Hudson River landing a couple of weeks ago was negated in a way by two succeeding crashes. It could really be disappointing if further investigation on these accidents will point to the root cause of poor maintenance. And it could even be more disappointing if it was due to recession. It’s a stretch, but hey, it’s not that unlikely.


Happy weekends, still, everyone.



Mood: 3/10 Honks!

Calvin and Hobbes

Lately, the news I read from the Sunday edition of The Philippine Star have been so full of negative items that I’d wonder why I’m still addicted to buying it regularly. It may have something to do with my recent obsession to write (i.e., blogs) more that I made it already a habit to read, read, and read no matter how unpleasant the news is. And for me, Sunday is just the perfect time to do just that.

More often than not, when I feel like I’m getting frustrated or depressed by what I’m reading I immediately scan the newspaper section with just one goal in mind – search for the comics section. And every time I see it I’d lazily spend time reading every strip and shut my mind away from the senseless current events. I would even sometimes think that the comics section has more depth in it rather than what they put in the headlines. Ti abi.

Among the comics I’d always read is Calvin and Hobbes. Reading it always fascinates me and it always put a smile on my face whenever I read Calvin’s role playing games or daydreams. I actually don’t know how I got to relate myself to it but most of the times I think that his imagination, frustrations and alibis appear to be the toddler equivalent of mine. I also like how he interacts with Hobbes who in his own world appears as a living individual but in fact is only a tiger stuffed toy. (Isn’t that schizophrenia, by the way?)

Oct 26 Philstar C&H strip.

Oct 26 Philstar C&H strip.







I wasnt drawn towards the title, but I think its a bit symbolic.

I wasn't drawn towards the title, but I think it's a bit symbolic.

My fascination with this creation by Bill Waterson somehow stuck into my mind like some sublime Rock ‘n Roll message that allegedly dictates an act to its listeners. Proof of this came apparent when I passed by a book fair stall in our company. I was passing time and aimlessly looking at the books when I noticed a familiar cover just almost out of my periphery – it was a Calvin and Hobbes book. It’s a bit old but I got interested in it anyway. And just after a couple of minutes browsing its pages, I was like a credit-card-happy-wife; I bought the book (There’s Treasure Everywhere) on impulse and went away smiling as if I just made a killing from an auction.

And so tonight, it looks like CSI: NY may have to step aside. And maybe I’d try reading the book with Hobbes.


Well, since I’m now talking about the Philippine Star’s recent irritating content (I’m wondering though if they do anything about it but report), this Sunday’s edition has actually a lot of interesting stuff that I can’t help but re-read it on Monday and re-read it again today. Here are some of those worth sharing – both good and bad. Of course let’s start with the good news.


A Story from Francis J. Kong’s article, Feeling of Fear:

During Napoleon’s invasion of Russia he was accidentally separated from his men. A group of Russina Cossacks spotted him and began chasing him. Napoleon ran for his life and slipped into a little furrier’s shop on as side alley. Gasping for breath, he saw the furrier and asked the man where he can hide. The furrier pointed him to a pile of furs in one corner. Napoleon immediately crawled into it and the man covered him with more furs.

No sooner had he finished when the Russian Cossacks burst in the door, shouting “Where is he? We saw him come in.” They tore his shop apart, poked the pile with their swords but didn’t find him. Soon, they gave up and left.

Later Napoleon crept out from under the furs, unharmed, just as Napoleon’s personal guards came in the door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly, “Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the next moment surely be your last?”

Napoleon drew himself up to his full height appearing insulted and angry. “Guards, take this imprudent man out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will personally give the command to fire!” he ordered.

The guards grabbed the poor furrier, dragged him outside, stood him up against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could see nothing, but he could hear the movements of the guards as they slowly shuffled into a line and prepared their rifles, and he could hear the soft ruffling sound of his clothing in the cold wind. He could feel the wind tugging gently at his clothes and chilling his cheeks, and the uncontrollable trembling in his legs. Then he heard Napoleon clear his throat and call out slowly, “Ready…aim…” In that moment, he entertained a feeling that he couldn’t describe welled up in him as tears poured down his cheeks.

After a long period of silence, the furrier heard footsteps approaching him and the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Still partially blinded by the sudden sunlight, he saw Napoleon’s eyes looking deeply and intently into his own. Then Napoleon said softly, “Now you know.”


And here are some interesting tidbits:

*A bust of our national hero – Jose Rizal in case you forgot – is on a shrine somewhere in Juneau, Alaska. It was built in honor of the contributions of Filipinos in that community who in 1904 assisted in the installation of the first telegraph cable linking Juneau and Seattle. (From: What I saw in Sarah Palin’s neighborhood by Julie Cabatit-Alegre)

*Richard Gomez is now writing an article (this must be the first as far as I’m concerned) about photography. (From: What makes me click by Richard Gomez)

Yes, they do make grammar mistakes.

Yes, they do make grammar mistakes.












Frankly speaking, he’s got good shots but sadly, this article had a bit of grammatical error. And          knowing Lucy Torres as one prolific writer, she must have blurted out some curse in embarrassment after reading that. I’m quite sure though this is just an editorial fault.

*From Movie sets of evil, its author Scott R. Garceu, made a good article on instances (or coincidences) when actors and actresses of horror movies got into actual terrifying, if not deadly, incidents in their lives after shooting the film. Some that captured my attention are the cases of Bruce Lee, Jr. and Heath Ledger who both died even before their respective movies were finished. I guess it must have something to do with bad make ups? Hmmm.

Lastly, here is some of the bad news (pun intended):

*It’s been a number of weeks already that I’m trying hard to appreciate the articles of Joey de Leon. I know that he’s an artist – song writer, singer, painter, etc – like Jim Paredes. I’m therefore been expecting to read something worthwhile in his Me, Starzan column. I hate to say this, but it seems like I’m starting to see another Juliana Palermo – who sadly, wasn’t able to match her perfect curves with her writing style. I think it’s about time the editorial staff of Star convene and purge more sense from Mr. Joey de Leon. His recent article “Starzan Punta Ilog, Hugas Itlog!” isn’t just appropriate for Philstar’s niche.

*Whoever wrote “Baby can you drive my car?” – which unfortunately made it to Starweek’s front page – must have been cramming to get one good article that however good or catchy the title is, it failed to expound on the topic. And besides, I find the cover photo confusing versus the title. It shows two motorcycle riders with a background of a more motorcycles. I’m starting to suspect there’s trouble brewing among the editorial staff.

Ride Of My Life



I’m trying to do a blog this week with the pressure coming from my publisher/editor-in-chief…errr, my wife but with me having a flu (which I haven’t had for almost a year) my lazy bones took over. My mind stopped functioning, grammars in my composition worsen and my gray matter preferred holding the TV’s remote instead. I tried to fight back by starting to read a book – Digital Fortress – but every time I sniff I get distracted and left me no choice but to put it down often. I had to cancel badminton and gym sessions as well and confined my activity within our sofa, bed, sofa, bed – all of which puts me in front of the TV most of the time if not in front of the PC.


Luckily, TV shows lately are quite new (at least to me) and I enjoyed most of it. Last night Amazing Video’s episode: Stunts Gone Bad had my sadistic side pumped up as I was laughing my heart out while skateboarders and BMX’ers crash and burn. And just before I went into deep sleep, I heard David Letterman mentioning that Kevin Robinson achieved a 27 feet ramp flight. I know he must have been clueless who first set the 25 feet mark. Only an avid BMX’er knew about that – and I was one of them. Shhhh.


So today I tried to go back to a book review on Mat Hoffman’s book which I’m very sure I posted; however, I almost freaked out when I can’t find it in my multipy site, blogspot and even here in wordpress. I don’t know, but I got quite confused and began to suspect if the TRANSLTR really existed. Hahahaha. I got it all mixed up now. TRANSLTR is a fictional (is it really?) powerful machine capable of intercepting emails (or blogs?) and other electronic signals that may have the sinister intention towards Uncle Joe’s government. Thankfully that’s fiction and that’s from Digital Fortress by the way.


Intercepted by TRANSLTR or just stuck in my files, here’s the book review.




“Once a _____, always a _____”. Almost anyone can fill in these blanks. Well in my case, it’s “Once a rider, always a rider”.


Back in the old school days as they call it, everyone in our group knows at least one bit of Mat Hoffman. We were a bunch of BMX flatlanders back then and despite Mat being famous in the vert sessions, no one really cared. Anybody who is “rad“, we idolize.


My wife got this book for me from a book sale section at SM while I was busy filling my need for caffeine in the donut shop. Little did I know that the espresso load will somewhat become a warm up in preparation for what I’d be reading for the next hours until a few days more. The book sent adrenalin rush all over my body. It was as if I’m just in front of Mat Hoffman’s life as it unfolds. If I could haven gotten myself on a BMX at that moment, I could have delivered a couple of my favorite old school routines just like I did way back in high school. Perfect trick execution or not, it wouldn’t have mattered to me.


It is that good. The energy it brings is infectious. Reading Mat Hoffman Ride of My Life (with Mark Lewman) from start to finish sent me cringing, smiling, sighing or just plainly amazed…no, actually very amazed. Of course, nostalgic BMX daydreams came in every now and then in between pages. It just can’t be avoided by ex-BMXers like me.


Needless to say, my BMX experience wasn’t even near Mat’s. In his ramp scale, mine will just be a mere curve past flat bottom. Yes, it was just that. Even then, those riding years gave me great memories, not to mention bruises and the shame that usually comes with it. “No pain, No gain” as we always used to say. And yet again, it just doesn’t come any near Mat’s.


The 311-page, hardbound book comes with a great compilation of great photos (just in case one would wonder what in the world a can-can is) which covered almost every aspect of Mat’s life. It was here that I learned he was just a five year old kid when he started riding – horses just yet. And in no time his need for speed and especially flight started in quick succession. Mat was destined to be known as the Condor.


With influence from his older brother he soon got introduced to motorbikes, ramps and their roof. Yes, you read it right, roof.  Riders, or riders in the making, have different perspectives of the common everyday things: A roof is to “air time” – I remembered I jumped a couple of times from our roof top and landing on piles of leaves. If only I had a bike at that time. Hmmm; an innocent hand rail is to grinds; plywood is to ramps; a dry swimming pool is to jam sessions and the list can go on. And Mat’s list is one that most of us just can’t predict or let alone imagine.


Mat’s skills eventually got him into a manufacturer-sponsored team and went into either doing demo (read: show-off sessions) or competition, starting as an amateur. I was surprised to learn that during this time Dennis McCoy (another BMX icon) was already doing pro.


Of course his honeymoon with the bicycle scene didn’t come without any hitch. And this is when the BMX recession happened. It was during this time that Mat proved his love and passion for the sport. Instead of just quitting like everyone did, he founded his own Hoffman Bikes so he could manufacture bikes at his own specification (and his own backyard). He was just 17 years old then.  Eventually this backyard industry grew and become one of the biggest in the BMX business.


As his riding skills and confidence progresses he started inventing (no, this doesn’t involve lab work) sick and original tricks. And one of which was the famous 900 – think of it as two and a half bike turns while on vertical flight. (Just one turn or a 360 by the way, would take a lot of skills already). Another thing that no one can take away from Mat is his famous, over spec ramp and the amazing height that it got him into. That ramp was 21 feet high and he was able to achieve another 25 feet of vertical flight from it, which made more believers and lesser skeptics – mostly, I guess were just green with envy. Until now, no one has come close to that feat. No one even dared.


By the way, an advice to non-riders: avoid randomly picking and reading the pages as one might end up thinking that he’s reading a medical book (or a maniac’s death wish). The long list of Mat’s injury, mostly from doing his bike stunts, is enough for this book to be mistakenly placed by anyone alongside the surgeon or nurses’ reviewers section of the bookstore. And lastly, while reading this book having an air sickness bag right behind you may be a good idea as well.


I highly recommend this book to anyone who is (or was) into bikes (esp. BMX. as one will surely love to read about most of BMX history’s evolution of tricks, bikes, apparel and riders’ skills) or just loves to watch the Extreme Games , Bike Stunts contest or the TV show, Jackass .


Until now I can still smell the scent of our favorite bike shop. Ahhh, I just love the smell of tires and scuffed shoes. Thankfully I got this wonderful book for me to remember those good old carefree riding days.




Now I remember, I sent this review as an entry in Philstar’s My Favorite Book, but it looks like they wanted it to remain just my favorite. Grrr. I’m thinking though that not much people can relate to this book anyway. Besides BMX riders prefer the streets and I bet seldom they’ll pick and read the Philippine Star. And that makes me a “Has Been”. Ti abi.


book cover credit: http://www.bikemag.com/news/hoffman_book/




2008: Year of Changes?

I’m currently hooked to Dan Brown’s books. During my December vacation I borrowed a book from a colleague and brought it with me in Bacolod. On my rest times I tried reading “The Da Vinci Code” – and under some sort of scrutiny from my pious mother. Answering, “it’s just a book” still somehow raised an eyebrow.

On our way back home to Dasma after the holidays, we rented an airport taxi service and that made me finish the book while inside the cozy Toyota Innova (it cost us only Php 1.3K. Very cheap compared to availing Park n Fly’s service). That was at least a week of reading it. Not bad considering the other yuletide activities I have to attend.

Now I borrowed another, “Angels & Demons” and I’m almost halfway since I started it just this Wednesday. Other than the conspiracy theories that seem to have captured my attention and that got me to ask a lot of questions regarding its possibility, one line in one of its pages made me reflect of what has been happening around us since then.

Olivetti looked the camerlengo dead in the eye. “The prayer of St. Francis, signore. Do you recall it?”

The young priest spoke the single line with pain in his voice “God, grant me strength to accept those things I cannot change.” – pp. 169.

This prayer made me pause and reflect on the changes I’ve seen and observed since last month. Some I might expand but others would remain as a one-liner for others who knew about it to explain.

Dec (3rd week). Our company’s shuttle bus provider for more than ten years was changed.

Dec 31. Just as the year ends come also the closure of our favorite restaurant – Saisaki ATC. No more sashimi. No more sukiyaki. I went back to the place on Jan 10 and to see it silent with doors locked and tables turned was a bit sad. I’m wondering where its crews have gone.

Jan. Video City, a video rental store near our place closed. Most likely it’s another victim of the proliferation of pirated cds. I’ve seen ACA video Dasma closed before during the peak of piracy and seeing a second one close is just disappointing.

Jan 18. Now the state of the old Bacolod airport is uncertain with the opening of Silay Airport.  I don’t know if Bacolod City’s officials are still considering retaining the old one or if they will totally phase it out. With the recent experience I had both during arrival and departure – mostly due to deceitful porters and taxi drivers – I couldn’t agree more if they pick the latter option. But then the innocent & honest employees’ jobs are at stake. Hopefully they’ll be re-assigned.

We are just starting the year and I hate to think about the things to come. I’m still trying to keep a positive attitude about what the future holds and whatever it will be, I’m hoping that we will be ready by then.

Que sera sera, as my mother used to say.


Definitely not SSDD

One of the movies that influenced my life somehow, just a bit somehow was Dreamcatcher. I actually read the book (my wife gave it to me as a gift) first before I was compelled to look for its VCD (no “original” DVD yet that time). Other than the fantastic plot, story line, setting and characters, I love the word that it introduced me – SSDD. Same Sh#t Different Day.

You see most days lately have been SSDD. No choice, but its been like it. Work. Home. Work. Home. Off. Play. Mall. Those things even done in pleasure becomes SSDD, in my opinion. Don’t get me wrong though, as sometimes I’d just utter SSDD just for the love of saying it.

July 20, Friday, wasn’t meant to be.

10AM. After waking up late and a brunch meal at home, I was on my way to work. Driving my car for a quick trip so I could be on time for my 11AM interview. This has been one of the much-awaited moments in my career. Just another chance to step up. Hopefully. Fingers-crossed.

And just along the way, I was repeating on my head over and over again the answer to the question, “How do you deal with difficult people?” You see I dreaded this question, the last time I was asked this on an interview, I fumbled. I failed.

The interview came late but I think I did fine. The dreaded question didn’t came. Whew! And For the delight of it, I got my wife and I a to go lunch from Tokyo Tokyo on my way back home. Japanese food to go please. Namit.

Past 7PM. This was supposed to be a routine one. I was doing the weekly cleanup of our hamster’s habitat. I was almost done re-assembling his trails and he was the usual jumpy rodent eager to check it out. Surprisingly on his way out in the middle of the trails, he sled and looked stunned while resting on top of the stopover point – called the space explorer.

So I grabbed and raised him to see what went wrong. Once I laid him down though, my wife saw that he was panting, breathing heavily and just laid still. Oh oh.

I once again lifted him up and checked for pulse. There was none. My wife tried her luck. It didn’t work either. Hollie was gone. It was heartbreaking for us. I did shed a tear (It’s funny how a small creature can mean so much) while I was completing the whole trail. It’s empty now. No more running & cage biting noise for days to come. He was 2 years and more than a month old.

Past 8PM. Hating to leave home with just the recent event, I pushed myself to take a bath, get dressed and am on my way to a co-worker’s house. It’s his farewell party. He’ll be leaving for abroad by Monday to work at another company. It’s been like this at work. People leaving. Those left behind enjoying the party (farewell) while it last. And probably be leaving also anytime soon.

Well, that’s life. Sometimes it’s just the same things going over and over again. Sometimes new things come (and go). And often times I’d wish that it wouldn’t just be SSDD.

C++ For The Tipsy

I’ve read a couple of “…for Dummies” book lately and it seems to work fine with me. The text and illustrations of this book series are so clear and good, than non-dummies (no pun intended) will likely appreciate it as well. Most probably as a reviewer, just like myself (big naughty smile).

Well I was actually surfing through the web tonight while having my night cap of a cheap Tanduay 5 years rum (which my father didn’t finished during his visit here) and started to check on some C++ reviewers to kill time. As it has been more than a couple of hours since I was having the night cap, I was having trouble understanding some of the syntax and commands when this light bulb of mine began to lit up.

C++ for the Tipsy? Wouldn’t it be nice if some good authors come up with a “…for the Tipsy” book series then sell or display it at liquor bar tables? The series can have some titles such as “Driving Home for the Tipsy”, “Road Ethics for the Tipsy”, “Assembling a PC for the Tipsy”, “Biking 101 for the Tipsy”, “Job Hunting for the Tipsy” and any other things one might think of – i.e. while being Tipsy. I had to recommend though that pages of these books should be waterproof as some doesn’t stop at just being Tipsy. Go figure.

Internet for Oldies

This year’s Christmas vacation, we’re introducing (if not intimidating) our parents to the modern world of computers. It has been a week already and most of it were spent on buying a new pc, setting it up for internet use and an almost never ending tutorial for our mother on how it will be used to connect to the internet.

I can still remember that more than a couple of years ago, my wife and I gave my mother a cellphone for her to join the SMS generation. I can still picture her laughing out loud upon discovering that she had just sent a text message to herself. Luckily after some patient sessions with my wife (with the unnecessary texting even when they are a couple of feet apart) she learned the basics slowly and was able to send us messages while we are at the airport on our way back by the end of our holiday vacation.

Now is her time to transition to the more complex world wide web.

Fortunately with some organizational and training skills I acquired from work, I got to somehow manage and make the sessions less stressful by labeling almost every wires on the back panel, capturing actual hardware pictures and screenshots. All of which were then transferred to a Word document as a training material, printed and had it available for her to refer from it while doing the start-up from the very beginning – from plugging the AC cord, powering up the UPS, powering the CPU, logging into Windows XP and then connecting to the internet via dial up.

And it doesn’t stop there yet. Once connected, more questions poured in. “What is an icon? What’s a double click? Why double click on some and single click on the others? What’s a domain? Why’s there an @ character? What’s a shortcut? Why’s the Window’s Start button got the Turn Off computer option? Why did the message turned to Read (status) when she hasn’t even finished reading it?”. And these, are just a few of the long list of “WH” and “How” questions that I never knew would come.

Despite all that, I think my patience is paying off. She’s already sent a couple of emails to my sister abroad and some to a family friend. She’s already started surfing the web and had already filed some of her Favorites which she checked a couple of times if it is still there. Just to make sure, I guess. I think my “relocating building” analogy is a bad one.

Though seeing the progress happening, today I checked some books in our local bookstore expecting to see some computer self-help book applicable for people like my mother. Well I saw Basic C++, How to Upgrade your PC, Do-It-Yourself: Fixing a PC and other books with Fundamentals written on it which when I opened contained a lot of computer jargons that would only reassure me that the new PC at home will never be opened again once we leave home back to work.

I come near a book from local authors “Internet Fundamentals” but lacked the basics on the PC’s operation. If I would have expanded my self-authored material, I could have made some bucks out of it. It’s so frustrating, but so far I haven’t seen a book with a direct approach to Internet for Oldies. Hopefully, I’ll chance upon on it at Powerbooks once I get back to Manila.

I’ve got few more days here in Bacolod. Tomorrow I’ll be teaching my father. Fingers crossed.