Friday, November 06, 2009

Someone told me that I'm crazy for posting something very revealing last night. The idealist in me believes in openness, so I didn't really give it much thought until now. I guess it's good to have someone pragmatic to balance my worldview.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

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I have forked MoodalBox into MoomooBox.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

I'm too lazy to upload my pics. Dunno... I enjoy taking pics but I dunno... blah. It's 11:23PM. I haven't eaten my lunch yet. w00h00! I'm a vampire. I'll go to IT Park and eat lunch. Am I typing my thoughts online? I'll get the camera from the office. I'm too lazy to sort through the pics. Sorting is boring. Is it really boring or am I just rationalizing that it's boring because in reality, my brain is not equipped to sort things. I see things as inter-connected possibilities, and sorting means categorizing things and putting them inside a box, but I can usually see a hundred categories for different objects and concepts. I can't prioritize things because everything has equal priority. Blah. I'm hungry. Is there a name for what I'm doing? I think this is a braindump. Debugging my Life's Core Dump. I'm really hungry. I wish I can teleport anywhere. I want to cook. I cooked at someone's house' last week. I enjoy the process of cooking. Ei, this is like taking pics. I enjoy the process of taking pics but I find the end result boring. Dunno next week. Dunno where I'll sleep next week. I'm hungry I need to stop typing now. What is the purpose of this blog? What gave me the motivation to do an online brain dump? Generalizing the problem. What motivates a person to perform certain things? Can we exploit it in order to stimulate ourselves to perform those things whenever we don't feel like doing it? It, they, is, are. I don't know why, but I'm usually confused when to use singular or plural thingy. "It" has different meaning, and its meaning is constantly changing inside my head. Whoa, this is my braindump. Many thoughts occur inside my head. 11:37-11:23pm. These are my thoughts for the past 14 minutes. I'm hungry. I need to stop blogging now.

Monday, August 24, 2009

I'm currently writing a Waray Wikipedia article on the Agavi PHP framework. Makuri man ngay-an pag surat hin Winaray bahin hit Siyensya ug Teknolohiya. The language lacks the ability to express technical terms clearly.

I.e.,

Open source community = komunidad han mag-hirimo han libre nga software

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Namiling ako hin mga baton han akon mga pakiana. Siring han Wikipedia, mayda daw unta hadto "Sanghiran San Binisaya ha Samar ug Leyte" nga maghihimo hin standard ortography para hit Winaray nga lenguahe, pero waray daw na-kaprag ha mga katawhan.
Feel ko la mag-winaray kay waray la. Ambot. Gin-aano daw la pag i-spell hit waray? Bagan waray man istandard para hini, so kanan Pilipino na la nga ispelling it ak gagamiton. Mayda ak nakit-an nga waray literature nga iba it ira spelling. Sige daw, testingnan daw naton ha sunod nga paragraph.

Mapirao na kai ala una y media pasado na. Ka werdo daw ene nga speling. Pero amo man et casorat het mga calagsan. Basta, C et era gingagamet het K, ug E et era gengagamet het I, pero weird kai dere asya pamateon. Dapat may estandard hene. Blah.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Just got back from Dumaguete. I wish I could just download everything from my brain. Blah blah blah, hey, let's do an experiment. I think I should pattern my blog on my thought processes.

Scene 1: The wind is strong, the waves are big. Traveling from Apo Island to Malatapay was a scary experience to some of my companions. You can see it in their faces.

It's unfair; I want to sit in front of the boat and experience the waves splash on my face. I want to feel the sensation of free fall as the turbulent waves violently rock our boat and threaten to capsize it. I don't want to smudge my henna tattoo.

People's uniqueness are interesting. Some fear the loss of their lives right now. I fear for the loss of my electronic equipment. I'm glad I didn't bring my cam. Everything is wet.

This is so cool, it's like a roller coaster ride! I want to sit in front of the boat. Blah, the tattoo.

The waves are getting stronger! Woohoo! This is so fun! If we die, at least we die happy.

Why do people react the way the they do? Why do I react the way I do? Am I crazy? Yes I am.

My primary mode of thinking is the introverted thinking process. In situations like this, the thinking process silences my feeling and controls my inner world. I feel so calm right now. My extraverted intuition welcomes this novel experience with open arms.

I must learn not to rely solely on thinking though. The key to growth is balance. Over-analysis is bad. I tend to insult people with my analysis even if I'm just merely making a statement.

Scene 2: I'm back in Cebu. I'm blogging my experiences. Blogging random thoughts feels so natural. There's food in my cubicle. I forgot about it last week. Now it smells bad. It's almost 9:30am. I'll continue blogging later.

Friday, April 03, 2009

I've just woke up. I dreamt that I was going to a UP campus in order to fetch mom. She's having a seminar at Room 4004 (404?), near the building exit. When I reached their building, I was surprised to find out that the school is named Bradford Highschool. I asked, "Whoa... WTF? I thought we're inside UP." Someone replied, "It used to be part of UP. UP High is no more."

I went around the building and saw my grandma and relatives gathered around a table. I'm supposed to do "mano po" (a Filipino custom of placing the elder's backhand into one's forehead as a sign of respect) so I went to my grandma first. Grandma gave me a puzzled look. I realized that she was too young to be grandma; my real grandma was on the opposite side of the table.

I went outside the campus to explore. After going out through the backdoor, I just saw a street with signs of urban decay. There's an LRT above it. Beside the backdoor exit is a polluted river. The scene was very boring and I wanted to go back to find more exciting things to do.

I turned back but I can no longer find the backdoor. I was lost. I went inside a restaurant and asked a pretty girl for directions. She said, "Legend has it that there's an entry to where you want to go. I don't know where it is exactly." I was about to leave, when her companion suddenly asked me, "Hey, she thinks you're cute. Can we have your number?"

I continued to find the backdoor. I think I got lost inside a hotel, where there was a party going on. Another girl gave me an interest indicator, and attempted to strike a conversation with me. I just ignored her because I was a bit pissed. All I want is to get back to the campus. Suddenly, I realised, "This is stupid. I have a strong sense of direction yet I don't know where I am right now. Where am I right now?"

Suddenly, I realized that I'm inside a dream. There was no backdoor because reality is fluid inside this dimension. Linear concepts, such as going from point A to B would no longer work, and attempting to go back from point B to A is just a futile exercise. "Okay then", I said to myself. "I'll just teleport my way out of here." Before I could do that though, I received an SMS message from +6333335663 (I didn't count the number of 3s). I was surprised that I could read inside a dream. I think I've read somewhere that dreams are supposed to be in black and white, and it's impossible to read inside them because our left side of the brain is a bit inactive. Well, now I know that it's BS.

I need to stop blogging now. I need to pack up my things because I'll be leaving for Bohol in a few hours. I can't find my shoes because it's been quite some time I last wore them. Blah... Why do we need to wear shoes on formal occasions? I don't like to wear shoes.

Coffee... coffee... I want coffee... I haven't taken my daily dose of coffee yet... Coffee...

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I'm going to Singapore over the weekend but I no longer have clean briefs left. WTF. I want to eat exotic food. Roti Prata or Laksa is OK, but I want something weird. I want to eat crispy cockroaches or something.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dream on Monday (or Tuesday?)

I woke up inside a house that was located beside a mountain. I ran towards the seashore to witness the sunrise. As I ran towards the seashore, the dawn turned into twilight when the skies suddenly went dark. There was a solar eclipse. It occurred on a sunrise and it was a beautiful sight to behold.

Moments later, I felt a burning sensation in the upper part of my body. I didn't see any fire, so I assumed there was some sort of radiation affecting the area. I ran towards the house to find shelter.

I woke up, but still felt a burning sensation in my body. Weird. I thought dreams can't affect me in a fully conscious state. The burning sensation went away a few seconds later.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

The keywords for most of my previous dreams are scattered across my Eee and cellphone, and I'm too lazy to reassemble them into coherent sentences.

Anyway, here's my latest dream:
I'm inside an airplane, which is about to land in an airport. A few meters in front of our plane was another plane that has just performed a touchdown. It was a dangerous maneuver because both planes were only a few minutes apart.

It was our turn to land, when suddenly I saw electric sparks from the power transmission lines below. A tall tree beneath the transmission lines grew so high that it caused the lines to short-circuit. Suddenly, the wires broke loose and flung wildly like a mad octopus searching for its prey. We had to abort the landing maneuver and ascend the plane at a very steep angle. The plane flew to a mountain nearby and went inside its tunnel.

I was then teleported to the tunnel exit. I opened it so that the plane can exit safely. I woke up because I had to pee.

Interpretation
Many of my friends have already settle down. I felt that I should probably do the same too, but I realized that there is still much exciting things ahead of me. Life often takes me to unexpected directions, and in my quest for positive growth, some of my ties are inevitably disrupted. Some are completely severed.

I have faced my fear and stared right at it straight in its eye; I was at the threshold of my limits, but I'm so happy that I finally did it.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

I think here's what I need to do in order to document my dreams while preserving most of their details:
  • Turn on my Eee PC or MacBook before I sleep.
  • Type the keywords instead of typing whole sentences.
  • Reassemble the dream using the keywords.
I also found out that I usually forget my dream if I wake up after n hours. I don't know the exact value of n yet.

Even if I discover the value of n, I don't think that I can use an alarm to wake myself up. Alarms usually don't have an effect on me. :)
I think this was my dream on Thursday or Friday.

I was inside a bamboo cage with lots of vines. I was chased by a black cat, a black dog, and/or a black animal. I escaped just in time.

I was then teleported to a war zone. There were soldiers stationed on top of a hill. A soldier left the hill. He moved stealthily across the grass fields, hoping that no one would see him. Suddenly, someone asked him to stop.

"Are you an enemy?", he asked.

"No I'm not.", the soldier replied.

Moments later, enemies emerged from the bushes.

"Enemies!", the guy shouted.

The grass field was then bombarded with heavy artillery, followed by an airstrike, obliterating them all.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Documenting my dreams is harder than I thought. Every time I wake up, my first instinct is to go back to sleep.

I think I need to have some sort of stimulus in order to experience truly bizarre dreams.

My dreams were boring. I dreamt that I was in a Starcraft battlefield and I saw Terran siege tanks attacking a Protoss base. The siege tanks had surface to air attack capability, and they were able to capture airplanes by chaining them to the ground. Boring...

Monday, January 12, 2009

I dreamt that I was traveling through space and time. In my dream, three versions of my self declared, "I was, I am, and I will be." I had to wake up because I had to pee, so I forgot most of my dream.

I think I should document my dreams in order to have yet another perspective of my unconscious self. Not that I need more introspection, or that I need to understand my dreams' symbolic meanings (I can interpret most of my dreams, thank you). I think documenting my dreams will provide more insight into the inner forces that influence my thoughts and actions. I also have this theory that my unconscious self constantly analyzes and absorbs external information, and this manifest itself as being able to see the future in my dreams. I don't believe in the supernatural. Blah, blah, blah. I'll blog later. Just dumping my thoughts online. I have to finish my code.