Friday, September 28, 2007

I Think Therefore I Am

I was bestowed a new title by one of the denizens of cyberspace whom I stumbled upon while passing the time on a lazy afternoon doing nothing but tinkering with the old notebook in the comforts of the sofa- bed in the living room.

I came across this test while surfing today and took the plunge just for the heck of it. The result is quite a surprise though--

See Result: History / Lit Geek


So, I took the test the second time with a different set of questions but with identical results none the less.

Let me state for the record though that I was neither dragged nor forced to take the said on-line test. I was neither hypnotized nor conned by this inhuman force lurking in the world wide web.

I did it on my own free will and was knighted in the process or should I say, crowned

as the...

I'll let the picture/ words of the said program do the talking in this case--

From this time forward, you'll hold the title:

Cool Nerd King

Carry it proudly!


NerdTests.com says I'm a Cool Nerd King.  What are you?  Click here!



To say that I was bewildered is an understatement for I fashioned myself as more of a lover (than a fighter, whoa!) and not as err- uhm- ah -okay in this case---GEEK!

And much less a NERD! Ha-ha-ha.

But the computer program said otherwise as exemplified by the glaring result. But I will not lose sleep on that, I still have my beer and some old action TV shows to pass the night away. ha-ha.

And I quote Rene Descartes, my old Frenchie friend from long ago--

Cogito ergo sum...

Peace!

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Words of the Day

Three words that caught my attention today while looking into some patients' chart courtesy of a wet-behind-the- ears Nurse Intern fresh out of school and eager to prove her mettle in the chaotic world of the Emergency Room Triage...


HEMMERHOID
MAGGETS
TETNAS

Are these some forms of medical/technical neologism or just some typos? Or sounds like some words fit for Pictionary?

You be the Judge.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Memories Of My Father

My father would have been 60 years old today but he died young at age 43 from complications of his excesses in life.

I remember my Dad mostly as a beer- drinking, chain- smoking, black- coffee drinking, temperamental man who spoke English, which he learned from my mother, mixed with the vernacular he learned from the Istambays in our town.

He was a young man of 21 when he first set foot in our remote town in the Philippines as an eager member of the Japanese Overseas Cooperation Volunteer (JOCV), Japan’s version of the US Peace Corps in trying to make amends for the war that devastated his neighbors years back.

It was in Tiwi, Albay famous for its Hot Springs and Pottery among others where he first made his mark in the Philippines. He was assigned as a Ceramic Technician and had a hand in the rehabilitation of the Ceramic Plant of the town.

And with the cooperation of some local folks, he was instrumental in making maybe the first and probably the only Japanese Garden in the Philippines made by a “genuine Japanese” at that time.

The Japanese Garden in Tiwi was once upon a time one of the most visited places in Albay by both foreign and local tourists alike. It even landed in both the Japanese and Philippine Tourist Guidebooks although the information on the latter was erroneously credited to a group of Japanese JOCVs which I think only shows how irresponsible they were in handling facts and put premium more on hearsays rather than do some research on the subject.

Sad to say, the said Japanese Garden of today was a mere shadow of its old self having fallen victim to neglect due to political intramurals of the local leaders. I hope that one day, I could raise the money to rehabilitate it if only the town’s local officials would allow it.

My father was a handsome man which probably why he was able to win the hands of the only daughter of the former Mayor and convinced her in the end to elope with him when my Grand Pa did not approve of the relationship because of what he deemed as cultural differences and the thought of losing his precious daughter to a complete stranger and a "former enemy" at that, what with the painful reminder of the Second World War still fresh in the late 60s.

My Grandfather in his attempt to stop their blooming relationship even asked the Japanese Embassy to pull him out of Tiwi and had him recalled to Japan thus ending abruptly the stint and career of the youngest member of the 1968 batch of the JOCVs in the Philippines. But my father wrote to my mother almost everyday until he finally came back and the rest was history.

EARLY YEARS

I will always remember his ritual each morning while sitting in his chair with a cigarette wedged in his fingers, reading a book in between sips of his very strong sugar-less black coffee.

He was a wide and voracious reader. He had a vast collection of books from the animes to history and the sciences, all in Japanese of course, which was maybe his way of getting in touch with his roots while moored in a land far different from where he grew up.

I will always remember the packages from Japan that my Lola Riki, his mother sent to us. I will always remember the excitement on his face as he takes out the toys, clothes and boxes of foods out of the box and gave them to us one by one.

Long before Voltes V and other Japanese Anime's invasion of the Philippines, I already had my share of those battery- operated robots, transformers and anime- designed sneakers, school supplies and clothing. Funny, but I even refused to wear those sneakers to school and used the knapsack since I felt that I was out of place for in the mid and late 70’s I think those things were uncommon in the Philippines.

And long before Japanese foods were in vogue, I already had my fill of sushi, sashimi and the like. My father would regale us with stories about his early years in Post- War Japan where food were scarce and the sacrifices they made.

He once shared to us a story about how his Mom would prepare and arrange his packed lunch for school with nothing but rice and a single pickled red cherry at the center fashioning out a Japanese flag from the meager supply that they have to remind him not to be choosy about food.

And he was a funny man too. Maybe taking from his mother, he in turn tricked me and my younger sister into believing that the Nori paper that he just run over the flames of a lone candle is actually carbon paper that he turned into something edible and other hilarious stories about the brown Miso paste, the pickled radish, the sesame seeds and the Kikkoman soy sauce.

I will always remember how he gave birth to a lot of animals through the magic of Origami as well as colored pencil sketches on the drawing books putting to good use his talent that once upon a time won him a place in a UNESCO- sponsored art contest in Japan.

I will always remember how he made our Christmases more bright and fun with his artworks and fancy decorations of Santa, Rudolph and such.

And of course, how he made my school projects better than anyone else with his wide knowledge and imagination.

He was our resident artist, comedian, designer and father rolled into one.

(To be Continued)

Thursday, September 06, 2007

O Sole Mio








Grazie Mille, Bouna Notte e Arrivederci Maestro...

Monday, September 03, 2007

Little Dreamgirl

Effie,

And I am telling you this little one can give you a run for your money-




So, what d'ya think? lol

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