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are you diabetic?

What is diabetes? If you ask my reliable friend Google, there are various definitions and meanings that correspond to such word. Resources say that it is a disorder of metabolism, a chronic disease associated with abnormally high levels of sugar in the blood, a disorder characterized by increase by increased drinking and urination, often due to faulty blood sugar regulation to the body, a condition caused when the body is unable to use insulin to process the sugar in the body properly and so the level of glucose in the blood is too high for good health, and more…There are different types of diabetes and it varies accordingly.  Diabetic on the other hand pertains to an individual that has the disease or disorder “diabetes”. Normally when we hear the word diabetic it always pertains to a person with the diabetes disorder and I am aware that due to such disorder it affects the duration or the healing process of a person’s wound.  

I have my own definition of diabetic. Diabetic is a person who chooses to live in the past and consequently prevents the wound from healing. The wound that I am referring to is not the physical wound but with regards to the heart.  Mending a broken heart thus healing the wound is a matter of choice…it is what we call letting go of a relationship that contradicts what is fated for you. “Moving on” is the next phase to letting go but a credible source mentioned that such phase does not exist and therefore “numb” is a more appropriate word for it…it’s more like getting used of the pain and the idea of loneliness. (nyahahhaa)

So I asked myself, am I diabetic? Judging from our family history, I think both my grandmas are diabetic but if I am going to use my own definition of diabetic and thus answer my own question, I’d say that I am not diabetic. It is a sad disorder and I for one merely worry for someone who has got such ill-fated disease.

So ask yourself the same question…

Are you diabetic?

the pouring rain…

it was sunday afternoon and the rain was pouring outside. the house was in complete silence and all that you can hear is the sad melody of the rain. i was staring out the open door, looking at the rain. the clouds was dark like the day approaching its night. i was examining the rain, wanting to capture a sight of every rain drop from the sky.

the wind blew really strong and somehow it messed up the pattern of the pouring rain. the sound of the rain seem so strong and evident yet if you watch the rain outside, they seem to move so gentle like a dancing ballerina. i dont know why i find rain so calm yet somehow it really has a depressing side. it just makes want to stop time and travel to space,wanting to be alone in a solemn environment. how i wish its possible…

i watched my friends stare blankly in space…they too seem so quiet and sad. their eyes is telling me that something is not quite right. it was a rainy sunday afternoon and i was supposed to go to church. i guess god just wanted me to pause for a minute and reflect about life. i needed that…just breathe…relax…think clearly…

i love the rain as much as i hate the fact the streets when its wet…somehow there is just something about the rain that i cannot explain. it’s anothe miraculous thing that happens almost everyday yet there are so few that appreciates its beauty.

its 1:00 am and i just had my “lunch”. “lunch” refers to any meal regardless of the time, its the term i use back when i was still connected with a call center company. i dont know what’s got into me but i kept on staring at the computer time as if i have a deadline to attend to. i still have 4 more hours of work and i thought about writing a post, atleast somehow ill feel productive.

i’ve been with ncr for 2 weeks and i am still stuck with an empty cubicle. i go to work and as stationed in an empty cubicle i will always notice the dust on my desk. the first thing ill do is clean my desk and arrange my stuff for another 8 hr work. mostly i grab my c++ book and start reading a few pages when it will come to a point that i’ll pretend to read my book while staring at the text of pure ambiguity. i am completely lost in this book.

i find myself staring at the amazing colors of my orange and blue walls. what’s with blue and orange anyway? seriously, its the colors of my cubicle walls and there are instances where i drift myself into looking at the patterns of the great orange and blue wall for no reason at all. i am not making any sense here…bottom line is i always find myself bored when im at work. there is just nothing else to do aside from reading this text and talking to a bunch of punks!

did i mention that i am the only lady in this row of 12 station cubicles. i guess i always find myself in a crowd where men dominates in number. i have nothing against it but i find it weird. why am i always stuck with a group of boys…(using the term boys reminds me of high school) i find myself enjoying their company and  listening to few senseless stories with conversations of various topics which is seriously pointless is fun. these conversations help us ignore the time while we pretty much laugh our hearts out even with the smallest things that we find completely ridiculous and stupid. (laughing)

for a second there, i stared at the blinking cursor thinking about the next thing to write. im doing it again (looking down at the lower right portion of the screen, indicating the current time) im out of ideas to write and i know i still have zillions to jut about.

ah…i went out for a quick break and got my soccer things/gear from a friend. when i was on my way to my cubicle i decided to make a stop at the restroom for a quick pee. i figured i’ll talk about this group of punks! i was actually at one corner displaying a quiet disposition while i was observing this group of punks…i cannot possibly ignore their conversations due to the fact that the office had a quiet environment and the only thing that you can hear is their senseless conversations. ( laugh) 

ill start off with christian a.k.a. “bruce willis” i cant seem to find the words to describe this guy! toinkz! ill start with the obvious questions like “describing the physical appearance..” i dont think thats important. i think bruce willis pretty much describes his physical appearance-> this is according to the guys but it doesnt mean that i agree with it<- just imagine bruce willis during his late 20s. that’s besides the point. this guy is greatly patient and he’s got a great sense of humor. it’s just been 4 days and i can attest that he is truly patient. it’s just that i have been teasing him with the smallest things that are practically ignored yet these things pretty much hit us in the face in a very unnoticable way. he probably kept silent and forced himself to wear a smile. i know i have been tough on him but its nothing personal. that’s just how i display my friendly disposition. i know there are still a lot of words to describe bruce willis but i feel that i have to spend more time to know him..

hmmmm let me see.who’s next…aha…michael a.k.a. “mel gibson” i cant imagine mel’s resemblance in michael’s face but they said he looks like him. so lets just leave it that way. this guy sleeps a lot, from what i observed the past 4 days. he just disappears in his corner and in the middle of my conversation with the other punks he just appears and laughs…(what!) i should call him the ghost! (hahahhaha) i am just distracted everytime he talks. there is just something about the way he talks…maybe its how he opens his mouth…or how it seems like he is mumbling and then he ends up smiling during every last word he speaks. he is quiet in a way and judging from his behavior, he is probably secretive but i cannot attest to it. maybe im right maybe im wrong but ill leave it all to time. next up is berkeley a.k.a berkz. i dont know if he is chinese or if he has a chinese blood in his family but his features fit that of a chinese-filipino. he’s got chinky eyes and the smile of an asian. all he does is stand by this machine(scanner) and scans for like 80% of the whole shift. he is pretty much into his work and seriously deserves to be paid. i cant say more about berkz since he always sit in front of his pc though from time to time he joins the group and ask questions.

the “feeble” of them all…im referring to “mikel”. this is the first time ive heard this name and its got a weird spelling too. what’s up with his name anyway. kel probably is the typical quiet guy who prefers to be in corner. it seems like he is serious with his job but surely he is just sleeping…(hahahhhhaa)

have you seen the movie jose rizal? starring “cesar montano” hmmmm… the guys said he looks like him. he has constantly been checking his dvd rom. there is obviously something wrong with the device. he kept checking and testing the device with different cds/dvds. from all of the guys, he is number one when it comes to sleeping. he loves sleeping, who doesnt? i guess when we tend to get bored at work and there are not much to do the most common thing to do is rest and relax to slowly drifts away to dreamland! ( i wonder if he remembers his dreams…or what he dreams…)

the “outcast”–gmar. i cant say anything about this guy. he doesnt usually mingle and join our crazy conversations. i only know that he is part of real scan coz there are times when he passed by and walked to his station.

“Mr. Statistics” a.k.a alvin. everytime we find ourselves starting an argument he always cuts in with his stand and backs it up with the thing we call statistics! the never ending survey and the complexity of interpreting the normal curve and its regression line. it basically reminds me of my advance statistics course. it was not easy to pass the subject but i got the hang of it and believe me its not that simple to intepret numbers and data! it might look simple but you need to analyze it.  he is the only one who doesnt fluently speak cebuano. he speaks tagalog and its the least language that i like. i am poor in grammar and vocabulary if you’ll ask me about tagalog. ill be honest, i am not fond of it. sorry.

i am running out of words and im starting to get tired. i guess 5 hrs of sleep is not enough to get through the shift. i badly need to sleep, which reminds me of my soft bed at home. i need to sleep! i still have to attend the annual ncr sportsfest and believe me i cant imagine myself running around the field during a soccer game. f.y.i i signed up for the blue soccer team. help…i know ill need more than sending a prayer to get through a game! good luck!

i started my friday with a 45 minute jog at IT park. im always looking forward of my daily exercise, probably because its the only time when my thoughts are lucid and my heart is calm. it was 5:10 am  and as i started my first lap, i felt the cold wind brushing my face and the fresh sweet smell of dawn. it helps me release the anxieties and refresh my mind. there is just something about the air and the beauty of dawn that captures my heart and makes me want to jog in a daily basis.

every weekdays i pass by the same people and looked at the same faces. as i looked into their eyes, i can see various reasons for having the objective of jogging several rounds in IT park. there were looks of desperation to stay fit and lose weight, others just got stuck with his or her partner, others have their training reasons while there are just others who prefer to jog to release stress and to give themselves a time to think about life.

when the clock reaches 5:30 am, the sun slowly rises and as i stare at the clouds it was like looking at a perfect painting of fluffy clouds with shades of pink, orange, and red. it is truly simple yet in a very weird way it gives me a sense of calmness and a lil drop of happiness. its been almost a week and i have been staring at the skies when i walked my way home…the rays of the sun visibly adds beauty to sunrise and the different shades of color mixed in the scene reminds me of much i ignore the simplicity and beauty of it. it makes me want to stop and stare at it…mesmerizing me…hypotizing me…wanting me to stop.

sigh…life is always beautiful whether your day ended up happy or sad. its the imperfection in life which makes it beautiful and amazingly perfect. (im not making any sense here) there are just things that you cannot explain in word..haayyyy..i know..im thinking too much. im still in the process of moving on, its not easy but in gods time i know ill reach the finish line.

smile korean bug! its not the end of the world, in time we will get through this. :) i recommend you watch and witness the beauty of sunrise. someday i know we will lay our armor down.

it was early in the morning and we gathered in divi for the registration. just by the look on everybody’s face, i can tell that everybody’s very excited and at the same time very anxious. hehehhe.

i can’t quite explain the feeling. the adrenaline and the excitement as you approach a rapid is simply unexplainable. it was fantabulous! i cant wait to do it again. but then again i have to consider the aftermath of the event… ”becoming a negrita again”. hahahaha. ouch!!!sunburn…it was just way too hot and my skin can no longer endure the UV rays of the sun. (correct?!)

anyway, what’s important is i enjoyed it and i had fun.

hi 5!

i earned it!

i’ve waited for weeks for my msit 194 grade…i was very anxious and i cant even describe the feeling. its true that i’ve finished the grill session but what’s the result? did i pass her expectations or am i a disappointment?

the agony is killing me…i am just not good at waiting. finally, i received an IM that our prof already finalized our grades. ooohhhh noooo… this is it. all i need is a B? (sure sure?)

***snap*** i thought i got a B+. hahahhaa… i got an A-. it was so unexpected but i know i earned it. i deserve an A-.  all the hardwork and effort finally paid off. thank god.

ü yahhhoooo…

the battle…

last thursday was my thesis proposal defense and it was a very long battle. there were some who barely breathe during the battle. there were others who tried to hide their emotions as the prof tortured them during the defense. it was a 3 hr defense and everyone managed to survive the battle. it was then that we finally had time to eat dinner. it was a very long day and we were all exhausted but happy. the dinner was like having a reward for all the hardwork and sleepless nights…

weeks past and we still have papers to finish for the other msit subjects. we thought we will have bh exams for finals but no, it was a 2 hr essay exam for msit 125! i never expected pseudocodes for searching algos, it was so unexpected. what the hell, let’s just get it over with. the exam turned out to be a 3 hr exam…i guess the time was not enough to even think of how to start our pseudocodes…

aarrrrggggg…the battle is finally over but the question is “who won the battle?

when i checked my calendar i knew i needed to speed up to reach the finish line. i was close to finishing my paper and i managed to beat the feb 26 deadline. i was really worried about the thesis proposal presentation because my prof has been telling me to present on march 1. it was tues and i dropped by her office just incase she’s done reading the papers. when i checked my work it seems like there was no indication that she did read my paper. kim , the secretatry, told me to come back later that afternoon and before i can leave the office my prof arrived. i asked her about my paper and she said she was done checking the papers.hehehe, i missed the page where she gave a correction becaused i used first person in my introduction paragraph. hehehhe.

she said it would be nice if ill volunteer to defend my thesis proposal on thurs. for a second there i acted like i was temporarily in shock (heheehhe) and then i said ill try. she insisted that she’ll give extra credit if ill manage to present my thesis. so i did commit to present my thesis. i went home and read my paper. (vomit) as much as i want to check my work, it seems like everytime i read my paper it makes my wanna “barf”.

after all the sacrifices and the sleepless nights, i waited for the hour to come. my classmates were trying to make me feel comfortable and calm but i know ill feel better after the presentation. “anxiety…pressure…sweat…fast heartbeat…uneasy…” i can go on with the list. when the clock strikes 6:15, we went upstairs for the big news…the defense was cancelled. i could not explain how i feel…i was bummed! i just wanna get over it and enjoy my weekend but nnnoooohhhh, i guess she wanted to prolong the agony.

she knew about the whole day training yet she insisted for my presentation on thurs…arrrgggg, i was very pissed. earlier that day i went to the chapel and prayed for a miracle to happen, i guess that was the miracle. so its march 8, another weekend of anxiety, pressure and adrenaline…i cant wait!

god bless troops…

a day in paradise

i was very busy last week because of my deadlines. i have to finish all my requirements before friday so ill be able to pass them ahead. i was invited to go on a weekend trip to dipolog and we were going to spend a night in dakak. yahoooo…i needed this vacation very badly,  i need to break away from reality (even if its just a day). so i managed to accomplished all the requirements for the week and i was very excited for the trip!!! i packed my stuff and brought my swimsuit for a midnight swim. the view was amazingly beautiful. it was one day of paradise! no worries, no deadlines and best of all i didnt have to spend a dime for the trip, it was free!!! yahooo! thanks to ate popong and the opening of a new station in dipolog i was able to spend a one day vacation in paradise.

and so its time to go back to cdo, reality check!!! its just hours to go before monday…its time to check my tasks for the weekend.

it was fun…

Zero - in

ya know what’s botherin me lately? my 194 class… for days i have tried to ponder on an area that im good at. seriously, it took me more than a month to figure it out. well, im not really saying im good at this area but its more like im interested in an area. our lovely professor is reminding us to decide on a topic for research.

for days my 194 keeps me awake at nights and my face is like a 10 hec ricefield. im just so stressed-out that i cannot even focus on my work. i skipped work just to visit the nearest coffee shop.  i just cant attend another meeting of insult and crappy words from our prof. well my prof look at it as a way of motivating our puny brains and thinks that its just her way of giving constructive critisims.

i get it ok, my prof is pushing us to out limits so that we can at least achieve something at the end of the semester. its going to be a very big step for our thesis if we pass this course. at the end of the day, i have my prof to thank. finally i got to zero in for good.

all i need to do is use the net and look for resources regarding unified SSO authentication. how i wish it were that easy. haaayyyy. god bless us all.  

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