Going to DOST

My main task for today is to deliver the letter of my co-faculty to DOST. This letters are all about her scholarship. Anyway, it forced me to wake up early so that I can come to DOST before lunch or noon time.

Anyway, I arrived at DOST at about 12:30 noon. When I approach the guard she said I am not allowed to enter yet because its break time. She said office will resume 1pm. So I decided to look around. While waiting for 1pm, a messenger came, he seems in a hurry. He talk to the guard and the guard did not entertain him, instead she entertain the person who get out of the car, who I think is the director.

The messenger anyway get inside of the buiding without any permission to the guard. When the messenger is back, the guard asked him and they started arguing bout their responsibility. The guard insisted that the messenger must wait for the office to resume. The messenger on the other hand, said I can't wait almost an hour for this letter only, anyway I just want it to be received. I do not know also why the guard did not received the letter. They keep throwing arguments which I did not bother myself.

I realized that they just don't have enough patient. They raise their voices easily without listening to the argument of others. They don't want to be blame. Pictures are taken from DOST while waiting for the time. I take the opportunity while I am waiting. See...you can always do something even if you are waiting.

My Iranian Classmates

I have learned a simple lesson last time. Although, I am not guilty of doing this but somehow it touch my perception of the people in the world.

I have two Iranian classmate during my fist term at De La Salle University. This two does not catch me any attention although the one is my groupmate. The term have passed ignoring them because sometimes I have difficulty adjusting to the way they say it in English.

Recently, we are classmate once again in one subject. Our first exam made them an exceptional. They really created a gap in the total score compared to ordinary student of the school. Then I realized that every individual has a potential and have the possibility of being the best.

The next meeting I talk to them and said "You've got an amazing score in our previous exam. How did you do it?" The Iranian guy reply humbly "It was just luck," and he smiled at me.

My day...

I am thinking that I am pressured this week because of exams and paper requirements. One evidence is that I noticed these pimples on my arms. Although I used to have these, the difference today is their sizes.




I went to Guadalupe today to meet with one of our clients. I got this picture while waiting at the Jollibee near Edsa - Guadalupe station.

I was expecting to have a rally somewhere that I might passed that's why I am bringing with me my camera.

My Smiling Naka-Salute Mug

I am not used to drink coffee every morning, my usual habit is to drink water. Recently, I was just amazed bout the form of my mug, as well as its color. It seems that this mug makes me awake and active every morning.



I bought this mug for 3 for 100 (if im not mistaken) with the mugs of my boardmates. I ignore it first but later I realize it was nice. It symbolizes my readiness to face the world everyday. I like the hand salute because it seems that it is ready to serve me.

Simple things can make a person's day great. So don't hesitate to smile or greet with a positive effect. Imagine, what if all people that you encounter while walking going to the office are smiling. Don't you think you won't smile too?

Look Alike?

I've tried this Look-alikes for fun of Heritage.com. I dont know how they match the picture that I've used. The reality is that everytime I change my picture, the look-alike celebrity changes. What does it mean? It's inconsistent! Hehehe..

Anyway, I like the feature of the web site for fun. Try it also.

In the Dark Room

I can't imagine myself having room mates before, but now it seems that they are normal kapamilya of mine. I have still the feeling of being free and not bothered by whatever they may think of me. Kumbaga, naging comfortable na ako with them.

Here's the picture of my room mates now, and some of the descriptions of mga kasama ko sa bahay and of course mine.

Mark is working at Century Park Hotel. Mam Nancy said, he is tall, dark and handsome (hehehe). For me, he is super bait and helpful. I'm not worried also even if I turn the lights in our room until dawn (3AM) because he can sleep even if there is a light. I sleep late because I usually study from 12-3AM.

Dio is also my room mate and he is the silent type na bihirang lumalabas sa room. He is the type of person that when he arrives from work, go directly to the room, sleep sometimes or listen to music. Same with Mark, he is also understanding and I interpret it sometimes that nahihiya lang sya sa akin. (hehehe...). Dio is working at Sofitel Westin Philippine Plaza.

The new addition to the dark room now is Jason. I don't know much about him because he is still new in the room. He came from Room 3 but transfered to our room for some reason.

It Hurts

Why it hurts? That is the first question that comes into my mind after i realized the situation.

The first thing it happens, I know she was not for me. I know there are other guys that is meant for her. I never realized I have been developed on those times. It never comes into my mind that this will happen.

Until now, I lost my hope on her. I lost the essence of forward thinking...my neural network prediction does not work. I smiled as I am reading my neural network paper. It seems that this technology relates to my life. I was thinking before that even if in my heart is not deserving for her, time will come that the nothing is impossible. But now, it seems that my life fades, as from dawn to evening. An evening of no morning.

My life and my future as others said "You have a bright future." Indeed, God has a plan for me. My plans are not His plans. But part of my plan will never be realized. It was like creating a new road to cross the mountain and see what is behind, but now, those roads will never be realized. I am now looking on following the paths besides the mountain instead of crossing it. I know I will come to my destination, but it takes time.

I don't understand also why it hurts. In the first place, i anticipated this. But my heart cannot anticipate. It is blind, there is no neural network in it. I advised her that she is free. But my heart says...no she is mine. I hope that training my neural network will do in my heart.

I was hurt. I know its my fault and that is more painful. You know that you are wrong but you never do what is right. I am waiting for nothing. If somebody wants to pick my heart, its yours. Hope it will respond once again.


Love you dear.

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