End-of-Sem

Another semester is about to end. It's a good thing that I have already submitted most of the major requirements. I'm not exepecting to get very good grades this semester because I'm  just dragging myself to finish the exercises, activities, assignments and projects. I no longer have the same drive I had a couple of years ago. I'm just hoping that my thesis proposal gets approved and that I will get a good score in my final exam this Saturday. Wish me luck…

By the way, I will be able to get tuition reimbursement for this semester. Enough to buy myself tall cafe mocha everyday for two months. Hehehe..

The Proper Handshake

This morning while reading a daily newspaper in the lounge of a gym in Makati, I heard a couple arguing. I didn't look at them to give them the impression that I'm not listening to their conversation. Even though I didn't like to hear what they were arguing about, I simply can't. They were just some 60cm away from me.

And the girl started to raise her voice. She told the guy that he should have confirmed their schedule because she went to the gym as early as 7:30AM. She also said that it would only cost the guy 1 peso to send a text message to her if he will be coming or not.

Out of curiosity, I looked at them. Then I realized I was wrong. They were not a couple. The guy was a gym instructor/trainer while the girl happens to be his client. That time, I understood the whole thing.

While their voices were getting louder and louder, I was thinking of a concept I learned from one of my computer science classes back in college - Communication Protocols. The idea is so simple. One will send the message while the other one will send confirmation upon successful receipt.

Had they applied this simple idea, they could have saved time and energy. I think, during the span of their argument, they burnt some calories equal to that when you do a 15-minute brisk walk. Hehehe

Through The Lense

After several months of inactivity, Nesty is back to show his skills in photography. Welcome back idol!

1408

Legs crossed with a can of soda on your right hand. Popcorn on the other. Comfortably seated on a lazy boy leather chair while watching Stephen King’s creepy short story 1408. You thought that the movie is not that scary because of the witty role John Cusack portrayed at the start of the film. You got sleepy so you took a gulp of soda. You suddenly heard the other movie-goers screaming. “I don’t want to watch it anymore!” someone cried. The screaming gave you a high. You then watched the movie more closely. Then there’s blood everywhere. On the walls. On the shower curtain. On the door. On Mr. Enslin’s shirt and pants. Loud thunderstorms stamped the actor’s heart several times. You shared the same emotion. You felt that you’re in the very scene in the movie. You sensed the coldness of the heavy rain that dampened the whole 1408. You felt the same magnitude of terror the actors in the movie felt when they jumped out of the window to escape from the hell-like hotel room. You closed your eyes to momentarily break away from the dread. Seconds later, you opened your eyes realizing that someone was intently looking at you – a mad man. He was moving closer to you inch by inch while holding a razor-sharp knife dripping with blood. You didn’t know what to do. You were screaming but no one seemed to hear you. You ran away as fast as you could but he was going much closer to you. You headed to the fire exit but before you were able to open the door, the mad man was already holding your left arm. And he started stabbing you at your back. You managed to take five steps away from him when he let go of you. You get hold of your cell phone and dialed a friend’s number to ask for help. Long before your friend answered the phone, you fell down on the floor. All of a sudden, the surrounding turned into black and then you heard a ring. You woke up, turned on the light, and wrote everything down so you will not forget the creepiest dream you ever had.

Irresponsible Smokers

You usually bump into them while walking along busy streets and while riding public utility vehicles. They would take a puff on their cigarette and let it out as if they own the air they’re polluting. What is more irritating is when someone smokes in a jeepney with small children on board. I don’t know if these people are aware of the negative effects they can cause not only to these youngsters but also to adults who inhale the second hand smoke that originated from them.

If these people will contract pneumonia, allergic rhinitis or asthma, maybe they will realize how stupid and irresponsible their actions are.

I have nothing against smokers. It’s just that they should know when and where it is appropriate to smoke.