Wednesday, July 22, 2009

oh really?

This photo just so amazed me.

Although I can't find out if this was captured real.

Stumbled upon it through

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

mooch a book

I happened to stumble upon this website last April while blog-hopping.

Hah! Since my mouth definitely waters down a river whenever I went prying over books, I immediately ravened this cake in no further ado. It’s like I was hearing a thousand tiny bells ringing around my head that moment, so tantalizing…
["what? get-books-you-want? books-i-want? heeey!"]

Oh, and take note: after having signed up, everything in this book business works so simple dude!

I had already mailed my copy of Bernhard Schlink’s ‘The Reader’ last May, and just yesterday, I received my first mooch – Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Weeeeee!

And thanks to Patricia, the former owner of the book for being kind to let me mooch her copy.

So, do you plan to go bookmooching too? You can add me up to your boockmooch friends, or mooch some of my books if you like. [username is taonggubat]

Sunday, July 12, 2009

habal-habal bloopers

I’ve just gotten off a jeepney from downtown-Davao after buying stuffs at a mall. The boarding house I’m staying at is only about more than a hundred-meter away from Mintal market. It follows then that from the highway, I needed to pass through the market road before I reach the B-house. Right now, I’m at the market road – the area that had always irritated my a** ever since I conceived the drab but fussy kolehiyala life at UP Mindanao.

And the reason…it goes this way:

[commotion through the habal-habal drivers (motorcycle drivers, a.k.a “H-H drivers” / ”Habal’ers” – courtesy of UPMin students) with their vehicles parked idly at all spaces of the sidewalk.]

Habal’er A: “Psst! Psssst…psssst!”

Habal’er B: “Asa ka, gah?” (Saan ka, ga?)

Krung: [umiiling ng ulo, diretso sa paglakad] Shet, eto na naman…

Habal’er C: “Oh UP, yupee! UP ka day?”

Habal’er D: “Asa ka, UP…dorm?” (Saan ka, UP-dorm?)

Habal’er E: “UP! UP?”

Krung: “Hindi. )<”

Habal’er F: “Gwapa, singgol ka?” [I don’t know if this supposed to mean “Gwapa, single ka?” (the marital status thing), or if I wanted to ride the single motorcycle.]

Krung: “Dili. ”

Habal’er F: [shouting at her back] “Ay, dili diay ka singgol?” (Ay, hindi ka pala single?)

Krung: [clutches her shoulder bag and strides quickly]

Habal’er G: “Idol, taga-asa ka Idol? Mag-habal mo?” (Idol, taga-saan ka Idol? Mag-motor ka?)

Krung: “Dili po. )>”

Habal’er G: “Libre lang po para sa imo Idol, tag-jis lang.” (Libre lang po para sa ‘yo Idol, tag-P10 lang.)

Krung: [faking a smile] “Sige lang kuya.”

Habal’er G: “Okey ate.” [clearing a wide, dirty grin]

Krung: [hissing while striding more quickly] “Bullshit you.”

Habal’er H: “Hi miss. Asa ka? ” (Hi miss. Saan ka?)

Krung: [sighing] “Secret.”

Habal’er H: “Asa gani yang secret ma’am?” (Saan na nga yang secret, ma’am?)

Krung: [sigh. Sigh. Sigh!]

Then again, life at Baranggay Mintal gets going…that very pleasing way.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

the tale of kulog at kidlat

I am hearing a galore of thunder roars and slashes of lightning striking the ether while writing for this post. Since my pathetic ignorance is chewing me up again, as ever, I come to wonder – what the heck are those thunders and lightning cooking up there?

Well, according to my bubuwit, lightning induces thunder (strictly not the other way around). Lightning is an electric current (obviously). It’s the effect of high current produced by colliding frozen raindrops within the storm clouds. When a lightning bolt strikes from the cloud to the ground, it opens up a hole in the air. Once the hole collapses back, a sound wave is created that we hear as thunder. Actually, thunder and lightning occur almost at the same time. But since light travels about five times faster than sound, we see lighting first before we hear the roar of thunder.

Hear that? Ahh…

Perhaps some of you also may also share my sentiments. I bet you’re also ignorant about these, eh? Don’t you worry, we’re team!

Friday, July 10, 2009

Bloggers Unite for Human Rights 2009

Unite for human rights and make a statement that all people are born with basic rights and freedoms - life, liberty, and justice!

On July 17 Bloggers Unite from around the globe will unite unite for human rights and make a statement that all people are born with basic rights and freedoms - life, liberty, and justice!

Let’s come together and all blog about Human Rights! There are dozens and dozens of human rights issues that you can write about.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

major histocompatibility complex mismatch!

I recently came over this major-histocompatibility-complex-thing while reading Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries series – Vol. 10: 'Princess Forever'. Quoting from the book…

“Major histocompatibility complex is the gene family found in most mammals that is responsible for reproductive success. These molecules, which are displayed on cell surfaces, control the immune system. They have the capacity to kill pathogens, or malfunctioning cells. In other words, MHC genes help the immune system to recognize and destroy invaders. This is especially useful in the selection of potential mates. MHC has recently been shown to play a crucial role, via olfaction (or sense of smell), in this capacity. It has been proven that the more diverse, or different, the MHC of the parent, the stronger the immune system of the child.”

[apologies for the long, eye-rolling definition]

“Interestingly, MHC-mate dissimilar selection tendencies have been categorically determined in humans. The more dissimilar a male’s MHC to a female (this was without deodorant or cologne), the “better” he tended to smell to her in clinical studies. These studies have been duplicated time and again, with the same results.”

And so I come to wonder…is he [that somebody, vampire, mr. X, @*!#%] my MHC mismatch?

Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle. Hah! Silly…0____<

Monday, July 6, 2009

of course i look okay

Nikki said my desktop background really looks haunting.

Do you agree?

Well, does that suppose to mean I look like a ghost?

It’s okay; I just made up myself to appear like that. Oh come on.

Anyway, my (lovely) eyes are back beneath the golden frame of my eyeglasses again. I’m taking four major computer science subject loads this semester (thankfully, my standing is still regular. Sigh.), so that meant a lot of hours in front of the computer, increased exposure to harsh radiation, and an added level of undergoing vision distressing procedures. I just wish I can still read a size eight font after this semester.

back to blogging business

It’s been a long while I’ve been out blogging. With that long interval of time, a lot had happened of course, and a myriad of interesting thoughts ought to be blotted had passed by. It’s just that my head had somewhat taken a lazy-break to initiate pennings for posts. But now, I’m back. Whatever with the blank postings for the past few months, people, what we have right now is worth an exclamation mark –, I’m back!

To highlight this comeback (as if a number out there has really been nosing after this blog), I changed this blog’s title into “bits and pieces of this and that”. This is one crucial procedure I thought would possibly emphasize and give direction to what this blog is supposed to be swimming at. Oftentimes before, I confuse myself with what particular color of topics I should be posting. Since I do appreciate change if it’s for the better, here it goes right now. And I say it’s developmental change cooking in here this time.

So, what now?

Anyway, the pathetic blogger in here thinks that perhaps you may like reading some updates with her on-goings for the time being. If you’ve still got an ember of interest, you can read on…

She’s already on the third year of her undergraduate degree program, just stepped into legal adulthood last summer, and currently figuring out how to draw her life after her studies. In vain, she’s still waiting for her vampire to give her a venomous bite, transform her into one, and live with him through eternity (here goes her ‘Twilight’ fantasy again). Well, that’s all.

It just feels good sensing the spark of blotting the queue of objects inside my brain again…so invigorating.