Knowing how I wanted to practice my Japanese, Mark Chignell told me
about a couple of Japanese-related events this weekend. (Isn’t it nice
to have a research supervisor who keeps track of your extracurricular
The first event was a language exchange session held last Saturday, at
which I ran into no other than Baryon Posadas. Come to think of it, I
shouldn’t have been that surprised. Of course he’d be at a
Everyone was heading off to Starbucks to chat over coffee. I wanted to
ask how he had been, but I needed to go to Clarkson Station to meet
Tita Sol. We tried to work out some other time to meet, but he had
promised to help someone move and he needed to find an apartment, and
a lot of other things. Technically, I think I’m supposed to e-mail him
if I want to meet him for coffee (or hot chocolate), but now that I
think about it, I don’t have much to chat with him about. Except
perhaps for general settling-in questions, like where’s a good place
to open a bank account or get a credit card, and I already sorta know
the answers to those questions.
Anyway, I went to the barbecue today because it meant a free lunch. I
didn’t get to practice my Japanese, though, as I didn’t feel up to
making small talk in a foreign language—not when there was a
perfectly good conversation to have with Mark about research plans and
what I should do while he’s off in Japan. (Yes, we were talking about
work. On a Sunday! During a long weekend!)
During a lull in the conversation, we wandered around in search for
non-MSG chips. Baryon was there at the table with the unflavored
chips, so I briefly introduced them to each other. Mark got drawn into
a conversation with a bunch of Japanese girls, so I was left on my
own. I asked them if I could sit there. I sat there for maybe a
minutes, idly munching on chips. Got bored, found it difficult to
break into a clique, eventually thought of a question to ask Mark and
left the table without a word.
Anyway, the entire thing prompted a reflection on divergence. I’d
borrowed a number of books from him before (speculative fiction,
mainly), and that was our common interest. Now my reading tastes have
changed (non-fiction and children’s lit) and our worlds are really
very different now.
Mark’s a pretty good judge of character, and he picked up on the
differences too. <laugh> In fact, he thought Baryon was strange.
I shrugged and said, “He’s from humanities.” (Nothing against the
humanities, of course. Hi Marcelle!)
I think that energy makes a big difference to me. Mark’s a positive,
high-energy kind of person, which is one of the reasons why I get
along with him very well. Baryon and a number of other people I know
don’t show that kind of energy often. They’re more reserved and
If you take a look at the people I love hanging out with (Hiya, Just
Geeks League! ;) ), they’ve all got positive energy. One of the things
I like about chatting with Dominique is the way his smile comes
through so well in his voice, and you know his face shows it too! Even
Sean’s deep and serious voice hides playfulness and wit. (You should
watch his Hulk impression… It’s hilarious!) Even though they have
problems like everyone else, their upbeat personalities make the tough
times easier to weather.
I don’t know if Baryon’s like that, and I somewhat remember that he
laughs and joke about some things. Although it would be nice to pick
his brains about stuff I need to know as an international student in
Toronto, I think it would be a fair bit of work to get to the point
where conversation’s comfortable. I’ll probably focus on developing
new contacts instead, at least for now.
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Whether you call it a budget or a spending plan, an idea of how much
you can spend on what each month is a remarkably liberating thing.
After you’ve put aside money for savings and important expenses such as
I keep my monthly spending plan on a ruled 3×5 index card labeled
“Budget for August 2005.” I divide the card into three columns:
category, estimate, and remaining budget. At the beginning of each
month, I write down the categories and estimates in ink, and the
remaining budget in pencil. Throughout the month, I’ll regularly
update the remaining budget entries. If I want to spend more for
something, I can reduce the budget of another category.
Let’s see how well that system works this month!
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I wish I paid more attention in my home economics class. I have an
excuse, though. I was 10 years old at the time! Now that I’m 21 and
puzzled by everything from bike grease stains to the proper storage of
food, I’m making up for my lack of common sense by buying thick,
expensive books talking about stuff I really should have learned
during my education.
Over the past two weeks, I have come to firmly believe that home
economics should be taught throughout high school and college. It
would have been a lot more useful than my social studies or history
classes. (Indeed, a lot more useful than my computing classes…) What
if arithmetic was taught in the context of budgets? What if critical
thinking was tested through on-the-fly recipe substitutions? What if
learning about life was an essential part of the curriculum?
I’m not just talking about exclusive girls’ schools, mind you, but
across-the-board education for everyone. I think the world would be a
lot more peaceful if people learned how to manage household disputes
and a lot more financially stable if they learned how to balance a
checkbook or make a budget. I know _I_ would feel a lot better
learning about these things systematically instead of figuring things
out as I go along.
Bring back the lessons on washing clothes and folding fitted sheets,
planning menus and shopping for groceries. It may be old hat to you,
but some of us here are figuring things out for the first time!
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One of the coolest things about having
delicious:lifehacks in my inbox
is turning up all the craziest lifehacking tips. Today’s treasure is
about lifehacking your groceries by using index cards to keep track of ingredients, simplifying a week of shopping and cooking. _And_ it comes with index card templates!
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A popular e-mail forward urges people to make it easier for people to
get in touch with your emergency contact just in case something bad
happens to you. Emergency contacts would be marked with “ICE” (In Case
of Emergency) in your phonebook.
ICE is a bit too obscure an acronym for me, though. You need to have
read the forwarded e-mail about ICE before you’ll even think of
looking for it. I’d rather put people under “Emergency”, or add
numbers to the start of their names so that they’re first on the list.
I need to get one of those organ-donor cards anyway…
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Keep track of your freelancing projects with
Side Jobs, a free
online service that helps you manage tasks and clients. Nice, clean
interface and well-thought features. Well worth paying for if it weren’t free!
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I attended another Toast I.T. meeting
today. The table topic set by Natasha was a bit of a stretch for me.
If I was in the elevator with the CEO of my company, what would I say?
Other people naturally brought up small talk examples from real-life
situations. You know me and small talk. I’m not going to disrupt the
silence by asking about the weather! Grasping at straws, I ended up
doing half of a conversation where I played an eager employee asking
for more responsibilities.
I have no idea why people thought that was the best table topics
speech. But hey, I love speaking, and I’ll do it at the drop of a
My icebreaker speech is coming up next week. I’m going to have so much
fun preparing for it! =)
The clinking and clanking of plates and bric-a-brac could be heard
clear across the room as I rummaged through the cupboards.
“Are you looking for anything?” asked Ye, my roommate of a few weeks.
“Would we happen to have any measuring cups?”
“You can use the mugs in the drawer. What are you cooking this time?”
“Rice. Let’s see… Gah, this rice cooker is too big. And it doesn’t
come with instructions.”
“Use a pot.”
“Okay… Hmm. “Step 1: Add rice. Step 2: Add water. How much rice?”
“It doesn’t really matter, as long as the water level is 1 centimeter
above the rice.”
What did one centimeter look like again? I knew other Filipinos have
this magic trick involving the joints of one’s fingers, but I never
quite figured it out and I didn’t know if the rule was valid given my
small hands. Resisting the temptation to fetch the ruler from my cute
pink stationery set, I decided to eyeball the measurements. There,
just about right. Oh, wait… “Should I wash the rice first?”
“I usually do.”
Swished, swished. Poured. Swished. Poured. Swished. Poured. Gave up
and refilled pot to former level. “Mmkay. Then…?”
“Boil it, and then turn the heat way down until it absorbs all the
So I did.
I thought it would be a good idea to try out chicken adobo while
waiting, and I had recently splurged on a pack of chicken breast
fillets. I rummaged some more for vinegar (this strange Chinese thing
that smelled nothing like the vinegar I remembered seeing back home)
and soy sauce. I had the foresight to grab bay leaves and garlic on my
last grocery trip, so it was easy to throw everything together.
- 2 pieces chicken
- 4 cloves garlic, crushed
- 2 tablespoons vinegar
- 2 teaspoons soy sauce
- 1 bay leaf
- 1/4 teaspoon pepper
- 1/2 cup water
I boiled that, too, and then simmered it until I felt confident about
the chicken being more-or-less cooked (erring on the side of more, I
hope) and the sauce was reduced to a fraction. By simmered, I mean
that I alternated between accidentally reboiling it and getting some
satisfyingly mild bubbling action.
I didn’t get to try the adobo, so I don’t know if it’s really adobo or
some weird thing. I did get to try the rice, though, so I feel pretty
good about that. Of course, as I started cooking at around 9, I got
_pretty_ hungry by the time the rice was done. The chicken didn’t
inspire confidence at that point, so I did what any sane, starving
student would do: I raided the refrigerator for something to eat with
the rice. Pastrami may be a strange companion to rice, but I thought
it tasted like a rather expensive version of vienna sausages.
We’ll see how the adobo turns out tomorrow evening. If I survive, I’ll
have joined the ranks of adobo-cooking Filipinos around the world!
The trouble with me is that I can keep track of only two things at the
same time. I’ve told myself again and again to look back before I
leave a place, and generally I’ve gotten very good at that. These
blanks, these unthinking moments are the chinks that I have to fill
in. Today’s casualty: a portable umbrella.
Losing an umbrella is certainly a more attractive prospect than the
thing that caused me to put all of the stuff on the ground in the
first place. See, I thought I had lost my cellphone. From that
perspective, an umbrella doesn’t seem so bad, does it? It’s a waste to
have to spend for another umbrella, but I can file that under life
lessons. And just look at all the _other_ days when I didn’t lose
anything! (Yes, most people have far more impressive records, but
every little bit counts for self-esteem.)
Do I need to replace the umbrella? Well, I’ve got a raincloak in the
closet, but it’s too bulky to take with me all the time. Another
microumbrella would be good, but the more pressing need is to fix my
lugging-around system so that I’m carrying only one item.
I saw a close-to-ideal tote in Staples Depot the other day. It was a
Roots microfiber tote wth two main compartments, one of which had a
separate laptop sleeve. The tote bag could hold legal-size documents,
making it larger than I needed but still acceptable.
The deal-killer, though, was the fact that the store didn’t have a
full-length mirror that would let me check proportions. Being a rather
small girl, I’m mindful of style guides that tell me not to overwhelm
my frame with huge bags. (Advice I have cheerfully ignored over the
years, but there’s no time like the present to start paying attention
to these things.)
I did, however, spend a fair bit of time looking at fancy three-ring
binders with both handles and zippers. Zippered binders give me peace
of mind when I carry loose items: combination pens that don’t fit into
standard pen holders, coin purses, etc. Put proper handles and a carry
strap on a zippered binder and ooooh…
But there’s still all the paraphernalia I carry with me: laptop, keys,
lunch box… A binder large enough to contain all of those comfortably
would be too large to balance on one hand while writing and too
unwieldy to lay out on a desk while I take notes. So I reluctantly
turned away from bright displays and advertisements for binder models
I hadn’t even imagined (Z-shaped! double-binders! expanding file
binders!) and headed out of Staples, wondering what would fit into my
personal filing system.
I think I need some kind of tote. A briefcase is too business-y; a
backpack, too casual. Messenger bags offer possibilities, too. I just
need to find something that’s large enough to fit my things but still
small enough to fit my frame.
And _then_ I can get an umbrella to match it.
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From the blog entry:
So what do the [out of school youth] learn in the SCALA centers? They complete about 3 months of computer and life skills training at the center and then complete another 3 months of on-the-job training (that hopefully turns into employment after the 3 months is up) in the local community. The computer skills modules involve learning programs such as Word, Excel, Frontpage, Access, the Internet, and Powerpoint. Life skills training involves modules such as conflict management, budgeting, and leadership skills.
Good stuff. Help make a difference!
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The bright red gash stretching across half my arm stings. Red is my
favorite color, but I could have done without this parting shot from
the broken clasp of my short-lived backpack. The backpack’s mean
gesture is understandable; it’s jealous of the nice new tote I just
And boy, did I look _everywhere_ for that tote. I coasted along Yonge
Street, which conveniently sloped downhill in the direction I was
going. I stopped at every major store I saw. Hudson Bay. Winners.
Eaton Centre. I checked out every shop that looked like it might have
a tote that was just the right size and style.
One of my shopping difficulties is that I have very specific ideas of
what I want. My ideal bag had to be:
I found it for CAD 24.99. The orange trim feels a bit more casual than
I’d like, but I could pass it off as style and it works with my
wardrobe colors anyway.
My 2″ binder fits a little too snugly (I’d like to have a bit of
space), so I need to shift to a 1″ binder.
Everything else is just great. There’s even a small pocket for the
Yay. I have a nice bag now. =)
I also picked up a bunch of organizing tools: stackable shelves, food
savers, laundry nets, shoe bags…
I had been grumbling about it for all of five minutes as I fiddled
about with various settings, finding it completely unfair that newer
residents got hooked up to the Internet in _one_ day, whereas I’ve
been waiting for _three weeks!_
My roommate helpfully noted that she’d had connection difficulties
before. Apparently, the jacks in our room were miswired. I scribbled a
note on one of my index cards, packed my laptop, a patch cable, and a
book, and decided to head over to Robarts Library to see if I could
get a connection.
On my way out, I ran into Trevor, one of the CS guys I met over
Scrabble and Go.
And… he was holding a sheaf of network activation requests.
Ding! So the mysterious network activation person was _not_ a quirky
and selective PhD student on a long vacation.
I told him what my roommate told me. He nodded sagely and said he had
hooked _both_ ports in just five minutes ago.
Well, there goes all of my night-time strolls. <laugh> I need to
get a really long cable or set up my wireless card so that I can chat
with people in the evenings (morning in the Philippines), although
Skyping from the lab is still best for people’s schedules.
On mensaphilopen, Alistair Israel said:
The smart ones realize that this it isn’t worth living in this
country, and seek their fortune abroad. The truly smart ones realize
that fortune doesn’t matter, and try to make this country worth living
The wise ones realize that life is inherently meaningless and full of
suffering, and proceed to live lives of emptiness. The truly wise ones
realize that it doesn’t matter, and proceed to create meaning out of
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I microwaved the chicken adobo for another minute and a half just to
feel slightly better about it, and fried it together with half the
rice I cooked the other day. Then there was nothing else to do but to
try it, so I did.
It was… recognizable. Well, it tasted cooked, something which always
fills me with profound gratefulness. I think I need to add more soy
sauce and vinegar—and a different kind of vinegar, perhaps—as the
flavor was weaker than the four plates of adobo I cheerfully enjoyed
one summer outing many years ago. But it was recognizable, and that
makes me really happy.
For those who are not familiar with the dish, chicken adobo is the
lazy Filipino cook’s best friend. It is rumored to keep indefinitely,
or at least for as long as needed (which is not very long, as I can
happily eat it day after day). Chicken adobo was what my mother packed
into my luggage when she found out I had to go to India; bags of
chicken adobo and packets of cream of mushroom soup, emergency rations
for a possibly finicky stomach. Chicken adobo is a Good Thing, and
learning how to cook it means I can stop buying sausages and start
buying chicken. Mwahaha.
I’m going to do my grocery shopping after I do the dishes tonight.
I’ve been keeping a list of necessities on the refrigerator door,
which makes shopping far easier. I’ll eventually trim this to weekly
shopping, but I’ve come to realize that I urgently need to do some
shopping if I am to have a decent breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
Corn-based pitas are nice, but the cheese I have—prepackaged cheese
slices selected for their cost—can only be called cheese if you
stretch your imagination.
I have yet to start on the lettuce. I promised myself that I would eat
one individually-sized head of lettuce a day, but so far I have not
done so. Why? Perhaps I just need to mix up salad dressing. All the
books I’ve read tell me that commercial salad dressing is an
overpriced convenience and that mixing up a batch is easy.
But why do I need dressing? I used to pick leaves off the Caesar salad
at Italianni’s before my sister drizzled dressing over it, saying I
didn’t like the sour taste of dressing. Perhaps it was only because
the dressing was white and creamy and looked a little bit like
mayonnaise, and I still don’t like plain mayonnaise. Now I will
experiment with balsamic vinegar and olive oil and see how that goes.
(Perhaps I should do that for lunch tomorrow: inflict two small heads
of lettuce on myself and see how well I do.)
Incidentally, my cooking misadventures draw the most comments: helpful
(and conflicting!) advice on measuring rice for cooking (general
consensus: it’s up to you, really), recipe suggestions, shared
misadventures… I should remember to post something tech-related from
time to time. ;) Thank you so much for putting up with these stories! <laugh>
I find it a bit strange that people here like broadcasting their
messages by putting everyone in To: or Cc:. I _know_ they’ve heard of
mailing lists. Everyone knows about mailing lists. Heck, even my
parents have a mailing list for their advertising photography company.
By mailing list, I mean a managed mailing list through something like
Yahoo Groups or Google Groups instead of an ad-hoc list of e-mail
addresses. Have you considered them before? I’m sure you’ve been on a
few, as they’re a very popular and effective tool. Just in case, let
me cover the basics.
Many people don’t fully take advantage of mailing lists because of
sour experiences in open lists without a good community feel. They
might not know, for example, that you can restrict membership and even
access to message archives. In addition, they may also have been
turned off by low signal-to-noise ratio mailing lists flooded with
jokes and one-liners. Each community varies in its tolerance of things
like that, and social conventions are generally followed when
established. Netiquette is easier to enforce in mailing lists because
the clearly-defined space of a mailing list makes it easier to set
A good mailing list is an awesome community-builder. My project went
from scattered users to a thriving, enthusiastic community spread
around the world because we set up a mailing list where people could
share their ideas and code. It’s so easy to set up a mailing list on
Google Groups or
Yahoo Groups that seeing the old style of
distributing messages makes me wonder if people have particular
reasons _not_ to use mailing lists…
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I managed to leave my laptop at home today! =) That forced me to be
productive all day. See how many papers I finished!
I also worked on setting up a blog on lingon, a Windows NT server in the lab, but I botched when I restarted the computer remotely and didn’t make sure I could get back in. Apparently, the remote login service doesn’t automatically start after the computer finishes booting. The computer in question is physically located near my cubicle, but—alack!—the door is locked and I still don’t have access. Oh well, there’s next week.
Well, at least I sorted out my office productivity thing… =)
Now that I have Internet access at home, I can play around with my
social schedule a bit. Main catching-up-with-everyone time is
Saturday, 8 – 10 AM my time (8 – 10 PM in the Philippines). My
username on Skype is sachachua , and it’s
easy to set up voice chats with several people. Fun!
Tomorrow, I’ll be online from 8 – 9 AM. I’m planning to go to the
Ontario Science Centre. Whee! Fun! =) I’ll be sure to write about it.
Then I’ll prepare my first Toastmasters speech and work on my On
Campus article. I’ll probably grab my laptop and head to the
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I had a great time exploring the Ontario Science Centre with Calum Tsang, sysad of the Interactive Media Lab. He had a lot of fun pointing out all the Amigas powering the hands-on exhibits, and I had a lot of fun teasing him about being a geek. ;)
It was absolutely wonderful. My dad knows how much I love hands-on
science, having had to take me to the Science Centrum in Manila more
times than should be appropriate for a grade school kid. (Hi dad!)
I _love_ discovery places like that. I love playing around with the
exhibits. I learned that I have, err, the gripping power of a 10- to
13-year-old. And that I can jump lightly. And that sound waves do
interesting things in long tubes. And that they’ve got this really
cool marble drop. And rollercoasters are tons of fun; a lot of science
goes into their design!
Ooooh. I also got to see an authentic Jacquard’s Loom. People who
actually paid attention in operating systems class or introductory
computing class (especially the ones I taught! ;) ) will probably go
“Ooooh” too. A real, actual Jacquard’s Loom, the only one left in
The Matter exhibition was under renovation. Waah. And we were too
early for the Extreme Science show. But hey, more reason to come back
next time, right?
Anyway, that _totally_ rocked. =)
I actually woke up early today: 7:30. (Okay, 7:35, really. And 7:40.
Yeah, 7:40.) I had a quick bowl of oatmeal, heaping far more sugar on
it than is probably nutritionally advisable. And then I waited for
people to come online. Waah! Look! I was up on a Saturday morning! And
people were missing!
Naturally, people started coming online maybe twenty, ten minutes
before I had to leave. Still, it was really nice being able to briefly
chat with Dominique and my mom. =)
Then I was off to the Science Centre (see blog post before this one),
and then to a whole day of fun. =) Calum was really nice. Over salmon
sashimi and California maki, we chatted about Japan. He’s planning to
go there in September, so I told him about things he must not miss:
okonomiyaki, street food, that nifty deep-fry place Dave Brown told me
about, rush hour in the train system, the hordes of photographers in
Meiji Temple on major festivals… He told me hilarious stories about
lay-off season at Nortel. Heh. Crazy.
Then he showed me what suburbian entertainment is like: basically,
shopping at big box stores like Sam’s Club and Future Shop. ;) I told
him that we had warehouse supermarkets in the Philippines too
(Pricesmart, Shopwise), but yeah, Sam’s Club is _way_ bigger than
Pricesmart. Mom would have a lot of fun going through that place. =)
He showed me Lake Ontario, too, bemoaning his lack of a real camera
that day. I told him about Papa shooting stock shots while on
vacation, Kathy’s instinctive protection of camera equipment when she
slipped… See, I grew up around photographers. ;) I might not know
all the jargon, but I can relate.
Lake Ontario is pretty! And it has geese! =) Nifty…
We topped a fun day off with soft-serve ice cream. (I told him about
the time I did Linux support for ice cream, and Peppy and I ate ice
cream until the world turned funny colors… ;) ) It was great!
Much better than trekking around and figuring things out on my own. =)
The university Internet service has intermittent problems with DNS and
quality of connection. I’m beginning to wonder how much trouble it
would be to move elsewhere and sign up for Internet service with one
of the commercial providers. I wonder when it would be feasible to
consider that, since I’ve already paid the confirmation deposit for
this term’s lodging.
VOIP quality is really bad. I can hear my parents perfectly, but my
voice is really choppy and delayed on their end. I think it’s because
we’re allocated asymmetric bandwidth, which doesn’t match my usage
pattern. I upload nearly as much as I download (and none of that
infringes anyone’s copyrights! =) ).
Still, it’s good that I’ve got a confirmed slot for the term. That
allows me to enjoy my time in Toronto instead of scrambling to find an
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I want my own domain name. Can anyone recommend a relatively cheap but
reliable domain name registry for .com addresses? Thanks!
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Adobo was _perfect._ Or at least it inspired enough confidence for me
to store two portions in the refrigerator and four in the freezer. I
marinated the chicken in a mix of soy sauce, vinegar, bay leaves and
pepper for two days, following a Filipino adobo recipe I found on the
Net. And it worked! It was wonderfully flavorful. The cost comes down
to roughly 75 cents per portion for the chicken, plus some more for
soy sauce and vinegar. I used far too much soy sauce and vinegar this
time, and I’ll probably scale the recipe down a bit the next time I
prepare a grand marinade. (Maybe once a week or once every two weeks!
Rice worked out, too. I have four portions of rice (two in the ref,
two in the freezer) ready to be reheated whenever I want to eat adobo
or whatever else I want.
I would also like to happily announce that I have found out how to
make the lettuce I bought palatable. ;) I threw together a quick salad
earlier: iceberg lettuce, crabsticks, tomatoes and carrots. Not only
did the salad appeal to me visually, but it wasn’t bad
gastronomically. I drizzled a quick vinaigrette (some vinegar, lots of
oil, salt, and pepper) using a sauce squeeze bottle I picked up for
CAD 0.29, and I had a very fun lunch. I _really_ liked the crabsticks.
Thanks for the tip, Clair!
To top it all off, I learned how to fold a fitted sheet so that it
stays nice and flat. =)
Yahoo’s social search engine,
href="http://myweb2.search.yahoo.com">My Web 2.0, certainly looks
promising. It automatically picks up your Yahoo Messenger contacts and
prioritizes their (and your) saved sites when you search. Hmm…
I survived the ice breaker!
I had drafted talks for all sorts of things: lifehacking, the
Philippines, even the weather. None of them seemed to fit. Then Pierre
Duez of IBM CAS suggested that I talk about pets. Come to think of it,
he may have been joking. Anyway, I told myself, it’s the ice breaker.
They don’t mind non-serious topics. They want to get to know who I am.
Right. I could get away with a story about my cat. I threw together
the talk in the corridor. I knew I could tell plenty of stories about
Neko, who’s quite a character. I picked a couple, came up with a nice
beginning and a nice ending, and went for the thing.
I had so much fun bringing a few laughs from my seasoned audience.
They weren’t belly laughs or anything, probably just
I-know-what-you’re-talking-about laughs. But that was good. I wasn’t
sure how reactive people were because the past few talks were mostly
serious, but it was fun.
It was my first time with a U-shaped arrangement. I don’t like having
anything between me and my audience. I stepped in front of the
lectern, but I didn’t know what to do about the hulking large
projector in the middle of the room. I ended up going in front of it,
which cut off eye contact with the people on the ends of the U. Doug
Vowles suggested that I move all the stuff out of the way next time. I
still have to figure out how to properly do blocking for U-style
I remember how the all-around stage we performed Junto al Pasig was an
interesting blocking challenge in grade 4. I should read up on
theatrical blocking for plays in the round, and maybe ask Tita Naty
and Mrs. Castillo as well…
I also need more lead-up to the punchline. I told them about ensuring
my cat’s safety in the household by telling my parents I’ll petition
my cat and my cat can petition them. ;) That went by too quickly
because I was already overtime. Hmm, must work on my timing.
I say “like” way too much. Must work on my filler words next time.
I also need to work on my resonance. (Err, must find out what they
mean by that, too. Yes, voice. But how?)
I finished my first hack for Melody’s indie music review blog. She’s
thrilled by the fact that the sidebars automatically pick up her
reviewed music. We’re moving the blog to a new Linux server next week.
I’ll probably redo the hack so that I can make it more elegant. Right
now it’s just bubblegum and string…
I’ve just added primitive anti-spam to the comment form. =) That way,
I don’t have to wade through lots of spam just to get to your
insights. Keep writing! =)
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Thanks to everyone who sent me suggestions for a good domain name
service! Now to check out the list… I’m going to give myself a
domain name on Friday, as a happy-birthday gift to myself. =)
|EasyDNS||Florian Lanthaler, $25 per domain|
|Godaddy.com||Michael Olson, Albertus|
|NamesAreCheap.com||Albertus, $14 per domain|
|E-webcore||Jose Miguel O. Bautista|
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After spending half an hour looking all over my room for my keycard,
I’ve seen the wisdom of having One Place for Things. Now my keys go
into the plastic wall-pockets hanging by the door. This doesn’t
prevent me from walking out without them, though, but the tips on
43folders: Remember Your Keys certainly help!
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Neko is missing you so much that it wanted to cuddle up
even with me. I was having lunch yesterday when she approached me,
then jumped (ever so gently) on my lap. I put my hands up, but later
decided to touch her. she just accepted that. then that was a little
too much for me, so I stopped stroking her back, and she decided that
was enough – she jumped out of my lap – again without scratching me.
hmmmm… Neko and I are making progress.
there’s hope for Neko yet. =). there’s hope for me, too. =)
Awwww… Upon hearing that this is my fourth day with adobo in one form or another:
you better learn to cook something other than adobo. You can cook tapa. just get a thin slice of beef. marinate it in vinegar (white), soy sauce and garlic. cook the beef in the marinade, and when when almost done (before the marinade dries up completely), take out the marinade. fry the beef briefly, then put back the marinade, with onion slices , (round), cook just very, very briefly and that’s it. The sauce is yummy, and can flavor your rice. You don’t need a lot of vinegar and soy sauce, just enough to make the beef tender. Make sure the cut of the beef is across the grain. Here, you can buy beef slices really for “bistek” (which is Filipino for beef steak).=)
I love my mom. =)
From Manolo Quezon‘s blog.
SPREAD THE LIGHT. BANISH THE DARKNESS
August 20, 2005 at exactly 6:00 pm.
When an ordinary citizen steals, would an “I am sorry” be enough? When
an ordinary citizen lies, would an “I am sorry” be enough? When an
ordinary citizen cheats, would an “I am sorry” be enough?
Ask yourself: If you are an employee and your employer catches you
cheating, lying and stealing ÃƒÂ¢Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â” will an “I am sorry” be sufficient or a
“lapse of judgment” be accepted? Or would you stand to lose your job?
What is our country coming to if we hold ordinary Filipinos to higher
and stricter standards than we hold the highest official of the land?
This is not to say that the President of the Philippines is guilty of
all that she is being accused of. It is only to say two different
standards of rules – one for the powerful and one for the powerless ÃƒÂ¢Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â”
cannot exist if ours is to be a truly democratic and pluralistic
This is not the country we want. And so perhaps it is time we do
something about it.
If you believe, as we do, that it is time for ordinary Filipinos to
stand up and be counted in the fight for TRUTH ÃƒÂ¢Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â” as well as for
Transparency, for Responsibility, for Unity, for Trust and for Hope ÃƒÂ¢Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â”
then join us in a simple demonstration of our collective sentiments.
On August 20, Saturday, at exactly 6pm, take a few moments to light a
candle in demonstration of our collective effort to take this country
back from all who have not been true to it and to all of us ordinary
citizens – and to be the first step in bringing about the light that
will banish the darkness that hovers over our land!
Spread the light. Banish the darkness. August 20, 2005 at exactly
CITIZENS FOR TRUTH
Transparency. Responsibility. Unity. Trust. Hope.
For me, it isn’t a question of who’s going to replace Gloria
Macapagal-Arroyo. It’s a question of whether we’re going to ask the
question in the first place, or whether we’re going to close our eyes.
I may not be in the Philippines right now, but I hope to come home
I’m planning to get myself a domain name tomorrow to celebrate my 22nd
birthday. Geeky, huh? Well, it’s about time I got something like that.
For extra symbolism I should’ve gotten it last year, on my 21st
birthday, but hey—better late than never. Jijo Sevilla of
QSR Hosting has offered to host the
domain name service for me, like the way he’s currently handling
sacha.free.net.ph. I really owe him and Richi Plana a lot for hosting my mail and website!
For practical purposes, I will also get myself a 3/4 or knee-length
winter coat and perhaps winter boots as well. Yes, I know, it’s the
height of summer, but that’s a good time to start rooting through
vintage and second-hand shops. This is a hefty purchase, so I’m
treating it as an expensive birthday gift that will help ensure that I
have future birthdays. ;)
My friends are organizing a little Skype party for me tomorrow morning
(evening, their time). It’s nice to be loved! =)
I’ll blog some more tomorrow, but in the meantime, let me post letters
to two people who made all of this possible.
I really think that we should celebrate our moms during birthdays. It
must not have been easy raising me, and despite the fact that I seem
to be sorta doing well on my own (at least I can cook adobo!), a mom’s
job is never truly over, is it? <hug> I wouldn’t want you to ever stop
being my mom. I like having a mom: someone I can ask questions,
someone I can tell stories to, someone I can even disagree with every
so often because I know we’re going to make up really quickly. Thanks
for teaching me so many things about life. I love you, mom. Happy
And it _is_ a happy birthday. I’m really happy that I was born, and I
think a lot of other people are happy too. I hope to make thousands
and thousands of people happy about that, and thankful that I had such
a wonderful mom.
I love you. =)
You always tell me, “Remember, I gave birth to you!” I paid attention
during my biology classes, so I know that’s not _literally_ true—but
it’s truer than people might think. You _did_ give birth to me.
You showed me what it’s like to dream and to pursue that dream.
You showed me the sacrifices people make to do what they love, and how
they can help the world by doing so.
You showed me how to excel.
You showed me how to tell stories and how to get people excited.
You showed me how to get myself out of scrapes (and, err, how to get
myself into them, sometimes).
YOU GAVE BIRTH TO ME TOO!
I love you. =)
My parents totally rock.
Twelve hours’ time difference didn’t stop my friends from a proper
birthday party for me. What can you expect when your friends are
geeks? They pulled out all the stops: cellphones for quick setup and
communication, Yahoo Messenger for
text and video, and moblogs for pictures of the celebration. Too bad a
firewall stopped us from chatting via Skype!
It was slightly weird because there were six people chatting around
one computer in a coffee shop in Manila, one person connecting from
U.P. Baguio (Mario), and of course me, connecting from my dorm. Six
people! One keyboard! Still, through the valiant efforts of Dominique
and Charo, Mario and I “heard” enough of the conversation to laugh
ourselves to bits. Mario was the only one who could see my webcam, but
he took a screenshot just so that the others could see me with my cute
To commemorate my birth, my friends dug into a tub of dulce de leche
ice cream. Knowing what kind of ice cream they had (and how quickly it
was disappearing) reminded me of the ice cream parties we had when I
was there. =) I remember our quest for dulce de leche, too!
Oooooh… yummy… Not to be left out, I told them I’m going to cook
lasagna later. Marcelle and Dominique remember what my lasagna tastes
They even called up long-distance and passed around the phone for
quick birthday greetings!
_That’s_ how you throw a geek birthday party.
Thanks, everyone. You really made my day special. That warm and fuzzy
feeling you gave me this morning is what’s getting me through the rest
of this quiet day…
It’s so great to have such friends! =D
Friday afternoon at the lab. It’s so quiet I can hear the water
rumbling in the walls. I have a birthday cake in the refrigerator and
no one to share it with. That, my dear friends, is culture shock.
Many people think of culture shock as just encountering cultures and
customs different from their own, but culture shock is about far more
than costumes or traditions. My form of culture shock is having to
deal with the shift from a close-knit group of friends to an
environment where I don’t really know a lot of people yet.
Fortunately, the universe sensed I was about to get depressed, and it
intervened. Melanie walked in and asked if I was still around. I
brought the cake out of the refrigerator and _that_ brought Alvin out
of his cubicle. Alvin and Melanie even sang Happy Birthday. =) We had
more of that wonderfully chocolatey cake.
Now we’re down to two decently-sized slices, which I can share with my
roommate later. =)
I received a beautiful bunch of red, orange, purple and white flowers
in the mail, from Mom, Dad, Ching and John, Kathy, Neko, Ollie, Lucas,
Patch, Picco, Mali, and the Adphoto staff! =) The bouquet came with a
vase (handy!) and a birthday balloon.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww… I feel really warm and
Yes, yes, flowers are flowers and they’ll wilt after a while, but
they’re very pretty, and it was such a great surprise to receive them.
Besides, flowers tell other people that Something Special is Up, and
This Girl is Special. =)
I was going to bake lasagna today, but the elevator broke down and all
the shopping I did this afternoon totally wiped me out. Waaah.
This weekend: work on On Campus article, get my new site up and running. =)
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If you’re shopping for a domain name, check out
Netcraft’s list of registrars.
Thanks to Marc Javellana for the tip! (‘course, I read
it right after I finished signing up for a domain… ;) )
Right after I finished setting up plannerlove.com as a coming-of-age gift to myself, I learned that Douglas Johnston is making a website for do-it-yourself planners. Now Douglas Johnston is one of my idols when it comes to organization, and his D.I.Y. Planner series inspired me to go out there and start tweaking my own forms. How can I beat that? Hugely popular, cohesive set of templates, a wiki to support his blog’s community… waah. It’s enough to make a just-turned-22 girl feel small. But hey, maybe I can still do soft goal analysis—must think of a good way to organize that—and if all else fails, I can always use plannerlove to gush about planner-el… =)
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Having discovered the joys of being able to pull chicken adobo out of
the freezer any time I want to eat, I baked an entire casserole of
lasagna this afternoon. Lasagna is another one of those recipes that freeze well.
It never occured to me that cooking and freezing large quantities might be a popular trick, but
fortunately Lifehack.org flagged it as a useful tip. Turns out that About.com just posted an article on Once a Month Cooking with loads of useful links, including a recipe selector that puts together a shopping list for you.
Douglas Johnston invited me to join him on the D.I.Y. Planner site. He totally, totally rocks. I’ll learn much more and help many more as part of something like that than on my own, and it’s an awesome opportunity to learn from others. =) I’m putting drafts of organizer-related articles up on plannerlove.com for now, but I’m working on something else for the site on my computer. Instead of striking it out on my own as a productivity blogger, I’m going to make plannerlove.com a fantastic resource for all of you planner-el fans out there… =)
I wasn’t sure whether I should go for a teaching assistantship. New
campus. New university culture. New subjects I’d never taken before.
Heck, if teaching CS123: Introduction to Software Engineering was
enough of a harrowing experience (I profusely apologize to the
students who had to suffer through that!), how would I handle teaching
here? I felt that I needed a year to immerse myself in the environment
and learn more about the subjects before even considering a teaching
By the time one of my friends told me to just Go Ahead and Apply for
It, the deadline had long passed. I e-mailed Brenda Fung telling her
that I was interested, anyway.
Good thing I did. I just got e-mail from her asking me to get in touch
with one of the professors in order to discuss my teaching
qualifications. And good thing my previous classes gave me plenty of
comments on my TeachingEvaluations, too (although most of them were
Teaching. I miss asking and answering questions. I miss racking my
brain for examples and analogies. I miss seeing that aha! moment. I
miss teaching. I miss waiting for people who never come during
consultation hours. Sheesh, I even miss checking papers. I’ve got this
awesome collection of gel pens now, which is good because I prefer to
check in green, purple or some other non-red color.
I think teaching will certainly make the year fun.
I should read phdcomics again…
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Philippine photographers show their mercenary side, and Charo is incensed.
I think those people missed the point. (Except for Charo, who’s right on. =) )
Yes, it would be nice if the Ayala Foundation offered some
compensation. But hey, it’s not just about money. An opportunity to
meet four other photographers who care enough about the country to
donate their time, _and_ an opportunity to establish or improve
relations with the Ayala Foundation… Not bad! _Plus_ you get the
warm and fuzzy feeling of having helped out. Good stuff.
I’m in Toronto right now, and I’m still making room in my budget for
charity. I’m definitely looking for something I can donate time to.
Hmm, maybe I can check if the Hospital for Sick Kids will let me
volunteer to tell stories or something like that…
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“Invented the word ‘weblog’, and never made a dime.” Jorn Barger.
Online legend, now homeless blogger living on a dollar a day.
Wow, I’m flattered. A human is actually taking the trouble to follow
my antispam instructions only to spam me with something in Chinese.
You can stop doing that, by the way. I tend to not post things I don’t
E-Mail from Richi’s server
Clair and my mom went shopping the other day. They started shopping at
3:30, and they ended up hanging out all the way until 11. I think
that’s totally amazing. I _love_ it when my friends and my family get
along splendidly. Clair totally rocks. My mom totally rocks. =) Wow.
And my mom remembered that I bought books on dealing with quarter-life
crisis, and recommended them to Clair.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww… That’s so cool!
I have fantastic friends. I’m a happy girl.
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I bought four whole frozen chickens today, taking advantage of a promo
at Price Chopper to stock up on ingredients for chicken adobo, chicken
adobo, and oh! more chicken adobo. I also gave in to the temptation to
get a large resealable bag of frozen chicken nuggets, and I ventured
into the world of frozen vegetables (which are much easier to manage
than fresh ones).
I have come to the conclusion that I need to drastically rethink my
budget, and quite possibly impose a (temporary) moratorium on buying
books while I sort out my finances again. Pfft.
What a totally bogus excuse. You have no idea how angry that makes me.
I’m going to rant about it at length today, but I’m going to post this
in advance so that you can respond on your own blogs. E-mail me or use
the feedback form so that I can link to your entry.
I bought four whole chickens at the recent Price Chopper sale, trying
to get into once-a-month or freezer cooking. I’ve been very happy with
my lasagna and adobo leftovers so far, so I decided to scale up a bit
and do my next few weeks’ meals in one go. It was a toss-up between
trying new recipes all the time and trying once-a-month cooking, and I
decided that experimentation can wait until I’ve got a stock of
leftovers for lazy lunches and dinners.
Chopping the chicken was harder than I thought. Fortunately, Cooking for Engineers has an illustrated guide to cutting up chicken. The first chicken ended up as a mangled tangle of unrecognizable parts, but the second chicken separated cleanly into somewhat recognizable wings, breast, and quarters (drumsticks + thighs). The ordeal was enough to make me consider roasting the other two chickens, though, and now I’m going to have to find a way to deal with roast chicken in the freezer.
Not knowing how to make chicken soup means I can’t make the most of
the bones and other parts. Pff. I have come to the conclusion that ten
cents or so per pound is a small price to pay for the convenience of
having my chicken all cut up and ready for me. I should look into
exactly how much the chicken parts I like are, anyway.
I can only hope that I have enough freezer space for all the adobo and
roast chicken I’ve got planned. Meep. I can do this! I can do this! I
can do this!
SpecOps Labs thinks there’s not enough IT talent in the Philippines. That’s why they had to outsource their development, they said.
If they had a hard time finding talent, it was because geeks stay away
from companies that suck.
Let me tell you what this geek thinks about
When my teacher asked me two years ago if I wanted to work on an open
source project, of course I was interested. I checked out
SpecOps’ website, eager to find out about their technical vision and who else would be working on the project. What did I find?
Buzzwords. Egotistic claims. A schedule straight out of a marketer’s
dream and a developer’s nightmare. I knew then and there that
In the geek world, clue is extremely important. If you want to attract
the best talent, you need to have clue. You need to know what you’re
talking about. You _definitely_ need to show that you’re not all hype
and no code.
I told my teacher that
there was no way in heck I was going to touch the project.
I wasn’t the only geek who smelled something fishy. As soon as
the world ripped
do damage control, but geek trust is hard to regain.
with a quick show-and-tell, but they don’t have enough clue to get
geeks on board.
Lack of IT talent in the Philippines? Yeah, right. They should blame
it on the fact that we’ve got clue, and they just don’t.
So here are three tips for companies who want to have clue.
1. DO contribute to the open source community.
Give credit and code as often and as publicly as you can. Build your
reputation by contributing patches and posting messages on mailing
lists. That’s whre we’ll factcheck you to find out if you know what
you’re talking about. If you’ve got the geek power to influence an
open source project like WINE, then we’ll believe that you can make a
commercial product out of it. If the first time the open source
community hears from you is through the press release saying you’ve
invented a solution that could change the world, don’t blame us if we
laugh at you.
2. DO NOT contract your website to frustrated adventure novel writers.
It’s a pity you can’t find all their old press releases on the website
any more, but here’s a snippet for your enjoyment:
The story behind David reads like an adventure novel: In
July of 2002, news of SpecOpS Labs’ discovery was leaked from
Oracle-Philippines to Microsoft in Redmond WA. Microsoft immediately
relayed a communiquÃƒÂƒÃ‚Â© to an Asian based Private Investigator requesting
detailed info on the SpecOpS Labs Platform; days later, news of the
investigation was intercepted by a friendly asset and delivered to
SpecOpS Labs. In August, the Philippines’ top computer scientist & MIT
alumni scrutinized the David blueprint and certified its validity; a
few weeks later, a high-ranking ASEAN IBM Official learned of the
discovery and its certification and requested a meeting with SpecOpS
Sheer hilarity. The rest of the text that’s still on the website just
smacks of ego and marketing.
3. DO take care of your geeks.
A tech company should focus more on its geeks than on its venture
capitalists. Assemble a great team and you can find funding to grow.
The best geeks don’t answer want ads or cold calls. We’re all off
doing something interesting.
Here’s how to get our attention:
Don’t be like
geeks doing amazing things in the Philippines.
(I’m not part of pinoy.tech.blog, but I have friends who blog there, and I like what they’re doing. They have clue.)
I thought I had escaped typhoons and bad weather. Turns out Toronto’s
got them too. Without the ever-so-convenient jeepneys that ply
Manila’s streets, I had to walk that soggy distance home. Good thing
I’d brought a large plastic bag for my lunch and my binder. The bag
kept my binder mostly dry. My computer was also safe and sound. Water
leaked through my rain cloak, though, and my clothes were slightly
damp by the end of the trip. Still, I couldn’t help but feel happy
As soon as I got home, I dropped my clothes in the laundry, combed my
hair, and settled into a warm, fuzzy, pink bathrobe. Hooray for
I found out that the rain cloak I _so_ love using isn’t rated for
typhoons. Should I get an umbrella as well? A foldable umbrella would
fit into my black-and-orange bag, but I’m not sure how sturdy it could
be. A full umbrella would be too inconvenient for me, so I guess I’ll
have to find a decent foldable umbrella. Someone sent me a link to
lifetime-guaranteed umbrellas before. I should check them out.
My black stretch pants turned out to be a little too long, and they
got stretched even further by the weight of the rain and the stress of
being stepped on every so often. I am going to have to buy another,
sturdier pair of stretch pants. This pair will not do. As I have given
up on them, I may as well try hemming them to match my length. If I
mess up, I wouldn’t have lost much. If I manage to sew it, I’ll have
gained a new skill! (Thanks again to St. Scholastica’s College!)
The sun has just come out. Maybe I should’ve just waited for the rain
to end. Hmph.
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I got out of bed at 8 this morning and walked all the way down to Lake
Ontario. Two hours of leisurely walking punctuated by oranges bought
at a nearby market made an excellent start to my day, and I was
satisfied by the fact that I’d (gasp!) managed to get myself out of
bed on a Saturday morning to exercise.
Of course, I knew that was just another form of procrastination. I do
very odd things in order to procrastinate writing articles. I even
managed to vacuum and mop the kitchen floor while “taking a break from
But I managed to finish the article today! I started out by drafting
it as a letter to a student who had asked me for advice a few months
back, and then I edited it to make the letter more general. I can’t
post the article on my blog yet, but those of you who watch my
del.icio.us bookmarks may have an idea
of what October’s column for the On Campus magazine will be like. =)
I decided to reward myself by releasing another version of Planner, the personal inforation manager I maintain.
(Yes, my reward system is all screwed up.) I merged more than 70
changes from the development tree into the stable tree and released a
new version available at http://sacha.free.net.ph/notebook/emacs/sacha.tar.gz and all the usual places. I haven’t put it up on plannerlove yet, but I’ll be working on that next weekend.
Then I decided to walk to Goodwill. I ran into Tarun on the way out, and he decided to come along. We walked all the way to Sherbourne Street (a good 40 minutes’ walk) only to find out that Goodwill closed earlier than I thought. It was fun chatting with him about the MBA program, though, so the extra exercise wasn’t too bad.
All in all, a good day. I feel marginally fitter, but that might just be delusion. ;)
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Calum put up pictures of one of our lab meetings. I’m the leftmost girl in pictures 2 and 3. You can tell because in what most Canadians would consider pleasantly warm weather, I’m wearing a sweater.
Steve Pavlina advises people to surround themselves with exceptional people. It’s advice found in many self-improvement books as well, and something I firmly believe in. High-energy, successful, happy people around you will inspire you to be like that too.
It started with my family. My dad’s passion for his work taught me
that you could reach greater heights if you’re doing something you’re
passionate about. My mom’s books and stories taught me to appreciate
the business that supports and is built around such passion. My
sisters showed me what it was like to make your own paths and take
those adventures. My godparents showed me how wonderful a supportive
group of friends can be. My high school friends were also supportive
and inspiring, and they dreamed big dreams too.
I fumbled a bit in first year college because I was more focused on
fitting in, but when I went back to my roots and joined the dorm
network team, I found another amazing group of geeks. And I don’t
really know how we all got together, but the friends I made while I
was teaching totally, totally rock as well. We face different
challenges and we may not face all of them successfully, but I really
admire their attitude towards life. They are fundamentally happy.
I seek out groups like the Toastmasters. I want to be a professional
speaker, and being surrounded by people working on their communication
skills is absolutely fantastic. I love talking to people who are
passionate about teaching and research; they give me an idea of what
lies ahead. I am inspired by people who are making a difference or who
are working on doing so, like Lawrence Hughes and Maoi Arroyo in terms
of Philippine IT opportunities. I admire Mario Carreon for his passion
for teaching even as he gets heartbreaking results from students. I am
surrounded by excellent people, and the more I learn from them, the
more people I find.
Surround yourself with exceptional people. It isn’t easy. You can’t
just say “I want to get to know you” and leave it at that. A daily
“Hi” is much less effective than the occasional “I’d like to know more
about …” or “What do you think about …” that takes the person’s
interests into account. But you can do it, and you’ll learn so much by
Yes, this is one of those how-was-your-day posts. You can skip over it
if you want. =)
I tried returning my bike today, but the
BikeShare hub I
went to was still closed at 10:15 AM. Oh well. Even the prospect of a
$2 overdue fine was not enough to ruin what was otherwise a perfect
Beautiful, beautiful weather—sunny, but not too sunny. (And certainly nothing like the showers predicted by the weather feed I have in my Bloglines aggregator!) Perfect weather for going to Canada’s Wonderland, a theme park with a gazillion roller coasters. Whee!
Calum Tsang got me a
waaay-discounted ticket care of Bell Mobility. At CAD 29 (including
free lunch and parking), it was a great deal. Conversation certainly
made the hour-long waits bearable, and it was a lot more fun than
reading a textbook in line. =)
We had fun talking about photography. I spotted a great shot while we
were standing in line for one of the coasters. In one of the coaster
seats was a very serious-looking Old World matron wearing a black
babushka. Her face had a lot of character, thanks to deep lines on her
forehead and around her mouth. She sat in a roller coaster with bright
red restraints, and she was just looking into the distance… That was
pretty cool. Anyway, I told Calum stories about Papa and Kathy taking
pictures on vacations. He checked out the Adphoto website and thought
their shots were really, really cool. =)
The rides were _sooo_ cool. I really liked the Italian Job. You know how most
coasters start out by bringing you up a hill, giving you plenty of
time to discuss the weather? This one was fast from the very
beginning. And there was a segment in darkness, too! And special
effects! That coaster totally rocked. The other coasters were great, too—I liked Top Gun because it didn’t have a floor!—but the Italian Job was my favorite.
After our coaster adventures, we headed over to Commisso Brothers for
lasagna. Now, you gotta wonder why an Italian bakery needs to be open
24 hours. <laugh> Calum had an interesting theory, which I
probably shouldn’t share here because it might get me in trouble. ;)
We also grabbed ice cream from Baskin Robbins. I had a white chocolate
/ dark chocolate mousse ice cream scoop on a sugar cone. I think he
had French vanilla. Ice cream… Yay! =)
I made it back to the dorm by 9:15. I grabbed my chocolate mug and
headed down for Sunday night socials. While standing near the milk, I
chatted with Catherine(?) and another girl (waah, forgot her name)
about shopping and sales. I also chatted with Tarun, Shanghai and Yeow
Tong about Wonderland.
I felt _really_ warm and fuzzy when one of the grad students (waah!
forgot!) went up to me and invited me to play a game of Scrabble after
the graduate council meeting. He even asked me to be nice, as he
didn’t know how good the other student was yet. <laugh> The last
game we played saw some pretty high scores. That was tons of fun, too!
I guess I got distracted talking to Hernan about research and teaching
(he’s doing his Ph.D. in theoretical physics), and I didn’t see people
getting together for the game. Maybe they got tired because of the
meeting. Maybe I’ll get to play with them next week. Anyway, I talked
to Brian a bit before heading back to my room. =)
Very good day. Tiring, but awesome.
I met Sam Jacoba because Microsoft sponsored one of our high school
programming competitions. I thought he was really cool. Not evil at
I want to find geeks in the Philippines and learn about what kind of
work they want to do. I’m particularly interested in people who are
looking for bigger challenges or who know of cool jobs.
I want to find business people and learn about the kind of geeks
they’re looking for. I’m particularly interested in clueful companies
with high geek concentration.
I want to find teachers who are interested in improving their teaching
I want to find personal coaches and productivity consultants.
Should I go for the teaching assistantship for Decision Support
Systems? If I accept the job, I’d be handling the lab sessions for the
Is it something I’m excited about? I like teaching. The professor
seems to care about teaching as well, and he handles the tutorials
himself. That’s good. I’ll probably learn a lot from him. Does the
subject itself excite me? Browsing through the textbook turns up a
couple of interesting stuff that I’ll be able to use in groupware
research and later on. It’s a good opportunity to learn about
organizations’ information needs.
Does it fit into my long-term plans? I’ll learn about information
organization and visualization, which might be useful for executive
coaching later on.
Is it worth 6 hours a week or 78 hours of my life? I guess so.
It was cold today, cold enough to drive me back into the dorm in
search of a light leather coat. I took the bobby pins out of my hair
so that my ears would be hidden and warm, and reminded myself that
fall wouldn’t officially begin until late September.
One of the coolest things about my boyfriend liking the same ancient
and obscure text-based roleplaying game I do is that I can ask for
character art. I like playing wizards and priestesses (always with pet cats named Neko!), and My Boyfriend(tm) made me this uber-cute drawing. Whee!
I know you’ll be very pleased to learn that I am typing
this letter to you on Emacs. I can’t claim any great degree of
expertise with it. In fact, I am still fumbling around with the
navigation and editing shortcuts. But I suppose this is a start. I
should get around to various plugins and eventually planner pretty
— Dominique Cimafranca
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! =)
Welcome to the Dark Side. The Collective. The Church. ;)
E-Mail from Dominique Cimafranca
In the middle of a thorny reflection on who I am and what I’m doing
here, I heard a lovely aria float through the windows. Quite a feat,
considering I’m 5 floors up and the windows are insulated because of
I slipped a leather coat over fluffy pink pajamas and hurried to the
courtyard to see what was going on. I found two girls leaning over the
balcony. One, the singer, had an absolutely marvelous voice. Sure, she
paused every now and then to chastise herself for to-me-inaudible
faults, but her voice was so well-rounded and resonant… Wow. The
other, her friend, occasionally broke in with encouragement and
reminders. What an amazing pair!
I applauded and asked if I could keep listening. They didn’t mind.
Turns out they’re not residents of Grad House, but they like the
At the prompting of her friend, the singer launched into Ave Maria.
She then segued into Don’t Cry for Me Argentina and another song I
couldn’t recognize. Then a residence adviser poked her head out and
said it was all very nice but it was a bit loud. I suppose 11:30 PM is
not the best time for opera, but still…
I forgot to ask her name. Now I won’t get to tell you, “I heard her
before she was famous.”
What a wonderful treat! =D
Yay! Yay! Yay! =D
Poutine is this strange glop of french fries, gravy, and cheese curds.
It’s okay, I guess, although I like my fries a bit drier. =) Thanks to
Calum for insisting I try it. Apparently, it’s one of those Canadian
It’s a lot more palatable than dinuguan or balut, for sure.
It’s 9:17 and I’m looking at a neat list of completed planner tasks,
mainly thanks to Sergey Vlasov’s attention to detail and neat
bugfixing skills. The Planner community has really grown in all
directions. Practically all the bugfixes and new features come from
the users themselves; they’re really more co-developers. My role as a
maintainer, then, is more of documenting what’s there, helping
newbies, guiding people through the source code, and hosting the
thing. Other projects have maintainers who set the project’s
direction. On the other hand, I follow where people go. I really enjoy
doing that, and it thrills me to no end when I can hack something
together quickly to fit a particular person’s way of working. =) I’m
not much of a maintainer—bugs keep creeping in, new features hardly
get worked on—but I really love working with the community. _They’re_
the real maintainers, and they’re soooooo cool.
Finally unticked everything in mail.misc and mail.planner. All the
ticked mails are now represented as tasks in my planner… Yay! =)
That feels good, too.
I sometimes forget what day it is, so I changed my planner template to
something that fills in the day, too.
(defun sacha/planner-day-page-template () "Day page template for Sacha." (let ((date (planner-filename-to-calendar-date (planner-page-name)))) (insert "Headlines for " (calendar-day-name date) ":\n\n
\n\n* Tasks\n\n\n* Notes\n\n"))) (setq planner-day-page-template 'sacha/planner-day-page-template)
… wafts up from freshly-dried pillows.
Hmm. Maybe they’re serious about “tumble-dry low-heat for several hours”.
I’ve been writing down “832″ instead of “834″ as the first three
digits of my cellphone. Argh.
Begging for money on a street corner was a lot more tiring than I expected.
Starving grad student looking for alternative sources of funding? Nah, just volunteering for the Toronto Busker Fest to help raise money for Epilepsy Toronto.
I got a cool T-shirt and a slice of pizza. Oh, and much-needed practice for grad-school applications for funding…
I attended the 74th Annual Convention of Toastmasters International,
and the experience just totally blew me away. The quality of speech
was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. We had not only one
brilliant speaker but _ten_—eleven, really, including the extremely
capable and funny master of ceremonies. And that was just in the
And boy, Toastmasters are a _great_ audience. People were laughing,
people were cheering, people were energetic and out there. That
encouraged speakers to pour even more energy into their presentations.
Each of us had evaluation sheets, and I struggled to score people who
were so far beyond my capabilities. After the first two speakers, I
knew I would probably end up giving everyone a perfect score. I just
didn’t know how to evaluate them! They all sounded and looked so fun,
so good… Seeing my distress, the gentleman on my right leaned
forward and whispered, “You don’t have to bother with numbers. There’s
usually a clear winner. Just see which speakers affect you the most.”
He then introduced himself as Richard Hockett. Throughout the rest of
the morning he deepened my appreciation of the contest by telling me
anecdotes about the contestants, like the way Lance Miller had
competed using the same basic idea two or three years ago, but had
been disqualified for going a heartbreaking fraction of a second
When the judges announced that one of the contestants had disqualified
because of time, I groaned in sympathy. Could it be Lance? I liked
Lance’s speech the most. It was delightful and insightful, and if he
had lost for the second time because of a fraction of a
But it was his lucky day today, and he was too professional to make
the same mistake twice. He won first place! We gave him a standing
ovation when it was announced, and another standing ovation at the end
of his speech. It was really cool.
The contest was an amazing experience. You _had_ to be there! The
contestants were masters at body language and theatrics, vocal variety
and speech organization. Amazing. Consummate actors, natural
comedians, inspired storytellers… They completely redefined my ideas
of a brilliant speech and gave me new role models. Wow. Well worth the
convention fee, even if I have to eat ramen for months.
In fact, I even sprung for the MP3 records of the entire convention,
sans speakers who didn’t give permission. Not the same as being there
and seeing everything, but at least I can be inspired by the content
_and_ the technique. Wow. I will think of it as a long-term
investment. I’ll need to keep telling myself that while I eat ramen
because of my totally blown budget… ;)
Richard and I chatted after the competition. Upon learning I’m from
the Philippines, he told me his wife came from Cebu, and casually
mentioned that Johnny Uy (our scintillating MC) is also married to a
Cebuana. (Lawrence Hughes will be pleased to know about that. It will
encourage him in one of his sinister conspiracies. ;) )
This large-hearted economics/speech/presentations professor then
proceeded to give me even more tips on public speaking. Really, I’m
amazed at how wonderful people are in Toastmasters, and how ready
people are to reach out and adopt this newbie. (“You’ve only been a
Toastmaster for a month? Wow!” “Yeah, I was really thrilled to find
out there was an international convention in Toronto! Perfect
After that exhilarating experience, I looked for people I knew. I
wandered around the lobby until I heard snatches of Tagalog. I
introduced myself and asked where I might find Gina, Charo’s friend.
Another woman turned to me and asked, “Chua? Are you the daughter of
John Chua?” As it turns out, she’s Tita Virgie’s sister, Irene! Had I
written Tita Irene earlier (which I would have had I not misplaced her
contact information… =|), I would have had the pleasure of meeting
them much earlier. Better late than never, though, and we all headed
out for some lunch.
The Filipinos were really nice! I thought they were going to a Thai
restaurant, and anything with the word “restaurant” in it would have
been even further out of my budget, so I tried to excuse myself and go grab a
hotdog instead. It turned out that they were just heading to the food
court in a nearby mall. When I offered to pay for my meal, though,
Marlon refused to hear of it and insisted on treating me to a chicken
teriyaki meal… Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
It was great meeting other Filipino Toastmasters based in Toronto and
elsewhere. I finally got to talk to Gina (and, err, mistakenly picked
up her copy of the program). I also had a lot of fun chatting with
Tony Cortes, president of the Sick Kids Toastmasters Club. Sick Kids
Hospital is doing some really, really nice work, and I told him how I
wanted to volunteer to tell stories to kids. Turns out they’ve got a
regular reading hour set up, so I’ll get in touch with him and
volunteer to do that maybe once a week or once every two weeks.
After a fun lunch, we headed back to the convention center. I caught a
talk on organizing classrooms which stressed the importance of
establishing procedures to help make sure that a classroom runs
smoothly. I bought a book and I’m looking forward to e-mailing
insights from that to Mario Carreon and other teachers interested in
that sort of stuff. =) Then I caught another talk on influencing
people better by understanding what your filters are and what their
filters are. Randy Park had successfully made the jump from tech guy
to professional speaker and author, so I wrote him fan-mail on the
back of the suggestion form and submitted the form after the
presentation. Yay! Learned a lot!
Hitting the lobby after the convention, I mustered enough
self-confidence to smile and talk to people. For some reason or
another, Erastus Mongave (technical and community college teacher in
Delaware) and I started talking. When he found out I was just a
month-old Toastmaster, he laughed and introduced me to a friend who
joined Toastmasters 6 months ago and who thought he was the “youngest”
Toastmaster at the convention. We got a good laugh about that one, and
when his friend wandered off to other conversations, Erastus and I
talked about teaching. Another Toastmaster asked if she could take our
picture, introducing herself as Geetha Nicodemus from Dubai. Then Ari
Caylakyan wandered past (finally! someone from Toast I.T.!), and we
chatted about Sabah Dattu’s speech about Burj al-Arab, the seven-star
hotel in Dubai.
(Aha! I’m onto something here. The more I experience or learn, the
easier “small talk” becomes. Maybe that’s why older people don’t mind
small talk as much.)
Then Richard found me again, and I told him about the small-world
effect of finding out that the Cebuana he mentioned that morning is
the sister of a family friend. =) We chatted a bit more, and he
invited me to the Toastmasters karaoke party after the main dinner
event. I didn’t have a ticket to the dinner event, so Ari and I headed
off to the subway. Ari already had something else planned for the
evening, but I’m definitely not going to pass up the chance to hang
out with other Toastmasters some more.
Argh! Why didn’t I go for the dinner option? At first glance, USD 75
for a dinner that featured the installation of the 2005-2006 Board of
Directors was a bit pricey. Heck, at first glance, USD 110 for the
Saturday pass was pricey. But going for that—catching the first
circus, in the words of my parents—really paid off for me, and now
that I think about it, I should’ve signed up for dinner as well. I
wasn’t quite sure if I could make the most of it, but with the energy
I had from the convention and with such wonderful guides, I’m sure I
would have met many, many other fantastic people. Next time, Sacha,
cross the barriers of fear!
I still need to work on my introductions. Must get that active voice
introduction all fixed, and must trim my introductions down so that I
can quickly put the focus back on other people. But that was just
soooo much fun. I know today’s going to be one of those days I’ll look
back at and say “That was _totally_ cool.”
Last note: seven compliments on the red Thai pants. Kathy, I owe you
_tons_ for having such awesome taste. I need more of these pants. I
think it’s not just the cut, but the material. Shiny dark red stuff is
good for me.
Really last note: They don’t have easily-findable homepages… =( Hmm,
should mention this to Stephen Perelgut to get his insights on
personal/professional role separation.
Mom’s on her way to Toronto! =) She’ll be here from August 31 (AC 272, 16:40) to September 14 (AC 364, 16:35). Yay! Yay! Yay!
E-Mail from Harvey Chua
There is something inexpressibly elegant about fine cream cards and
gold-lined envelopes, and it was with great delight that I found my
favorite monogrammed cards at Sears. One of my ninangs introduced me
to Crane and Company‘s elegant gold-embossed cards by way of a gift
for my 21st birthday, and I have been in love with them ever since.
I sifted through racks of stationery at bookstores and convenience
stores to pick several more for my collection. Four
blue-and-green-tinged sheets shaped like leaves are perfect for
writing about fall. Cream stationery with classic gold-embossed angels
are just right for writing to the people who have done extremely
wonderful things. A card with a quotation about eloquence captures my
sentiment after the Toastmasters convention, and a birthday card
featuring an annoyed cat reminded me so much of Neko that I can hardly
wait to send it to my mom for her birthday.
With the awesome collection of gel pens my mom gave me, I can match
each card to just the right color of ink. I want to buy a colored-ink
set for glass or fountain pens, having discovered the joy of glass pens through fellow enthusiast Charo Nuguid.
With the right pens and cards, writing thank-you notes becomes such a pleasure.
After flipping through all of my digital pictures, I’ve realized that
I don’t have a good head shot. My nicest pictures are the ones my dad
took of me and my wearable computer. I can use that for tech, I guess,
but I need more pictures.
After having successfully become an early riser, J Wynia has set a new challenge for the next 30 days: read 100 pages a day.
I don’t have much of a print backlog because I read quickly and
regularly, so I’ll set myself a different challenge: to touch three
people. I will initiate three messages a day.
It’s too easy for me to fall into the habit of just reacting to
whatever mail I get, writing only when I receive a note (and sometimes
not even then). I want to change that. I want to proactively reach
I’m learning that I don’t have to rush through my schoolwork or my
research, and that the time I take to enjoy people’s company will be
worth far more in the end.
Figuring out voicemail for the first time. It’s so nice hearing
people’s voices… I’m really glad my phone is a great speakerphone!
“You could have sold me _anything,_” said the Toastmaster who
evaluated my speech about a personal board of directors.
I got the Olympus WS-100 digital voice recorder upon the
recommendation of several speakers. I used it to record my third
Toastmaster speech, and let me tell you—hearing your own voice trip
over words and dilute itself with countless “And”s and “you
knows”… that’s really something.
I need to re-record my speech before I can put it online. I think I’ll
do that tomorrow night, in the piano room.
Hi..gud pm! on-going na yung class namin for computer literacy project
for out-of-school-youth, OOo ang gamit namin na office application in
fact culmination na namin this september 10. then we organized the
youth to form a local group that help promote and propagate open
source systems…SATUX (San Antonio TUX) name ng group nila
Check out the announcement on a mailing list.
Most ads boil down to “Buy this so that you can be cool like us.”
Cigarette commercials overflow with handsome men and beautiful women.
Alcohol ads boast sexy models on pristine beaches. Truth in
So when a company takes a personal interest in _you_ and ditches the
“Here’s why you should buy our product” spiel for a more intimate
“We’re interested in what you’re interested in” thing, that’s cool.
Companies like Stormhoek are starting to
recognize the word-of-mouth power of blogs and making it a part of
their marketing strategy.
Stormhoek gave away free bottles of wine to people who would then blog about it.
Great way to get astrophysicists to talk about your product.
You can’t buy that kind of publicity for $10. Oh, wait, you can.
Geek Dinners is a well-attended geek get-together blog based in the UK.
I want to set up something like that in the Philippines.