THE ITCH

Its been months now of contemplating of my fate working in a corporate world. my brother last week, mocked me for i am not worth of what i have right now. which i was thinking twice about it too. now i must make up my mind to know the road to lead me to something i can breathe. tho i have to miss this whole damn thing, but i must learn and i must set to move on. As logane told me and girlie, there will always time for us to re conquer the whole story again and friendship to congregate, and that they're happy for me. i would leave without the existence of upheavals and and yes i should go with all the wonderful memories that marketing give me. the whole fun and a whole new door, a space that filled in, the landscape turned into beauty; were all i cherish. the people that made me feel uncanny! and the names that they already exist and create an etched in my pages and pages of story, i will forever treasure. and for this, maybe a month from now, i will be signing off.... till the next book.

The Kanlaon Serenity

Tribo of The Freeman invited me to come with him to Kanlon in Negros.. i was hesitant at first. many things inn mind and some obligations to be done. but i realized that somehow its for once in a lifetime experience. that point, i started to get the leave weeks before the date set for the trip. i was lucky enough to finally break free, i was committed to lock my self on sunday june 28 for the sunstar sportfest, lest i gotta go. i was asking permission 3 days before emphasizing that i cant attend. the event was something i look forward too, but what if i have to be absent and enjoy the moment. anyways, always had things right after that. later, i find myself, sitting in a cab with tribo and ate debbie of the freeman, for the city link. then found my self in Toledo city for the ferry going to negros oriental. In the mountain top, a la baguio city, i finally came to read, Kanlaon. Whew, a trip for the day and it pays to check the palce again since i came there 2002. we were ushered to Kanlaon pension house via trike ride from the bus terminal. we were greeted with locales and organizers and candidates at the pension house. i need to grab some true rest, but before that i have to fill the rumbling tummy. We headed to Mang Julies eatery with Marlon Wafer, Mark, AVince the designer, Tribo and Mami Debbie. we had the sumptuous meal of adobo, well milled rice and of course some veggies. how can i go starving when im so full for the sight and sounds encountered. later at night, i was wowed by the ingenuity of the people of negros, a true negrense occupies the craft of creating headresses in all forms using various materials which are indigenous incorporated to the theme of their place, the candidates which u i told myself 30 percent gays and 70 percent male. How did they got into the pageant well, i dont know, they were there.. they exist. Few i've met but i become the kanlaon way. saw Torib there, that make-up artist way back Jonas Borces time, Dumaguete drum beaters, and the other accompanying band. it was filled with colors and good sounds. had some cute dinner over the tiangge area, and of kors, the party till 8.30 am. had my sahre of rhum coke and some people. this was was just the party begins, had the distressing beer drinking at the Guihulngan port, with the gays fro Cebu. i had fun, i had the experience at the ferry and slept at the bus going home. Hope for a repeat

Nokia and its new technology

Prototype Nokia phone recharges without wires

Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:06PM EDT

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Pardon the cliche, but it's one of the holiest of Holy Grails of technology: Wireless power. And while early lab experiments have been able to "beam" electricity a few feet to power a light bulb, the day when our laptops and cell phones can charge without having to plug them in to a wall socket still seems decades in the future.

Nokia, however, has taken another baby step in that direction with the invention of a cell phone that recharges itself using a unique system: It harvests ambient radio waves from the air, and turns that energy into usable power. Enough, at least, to keep a cell phone from running out of juice.

While "traditional" (if there is such a thing) wireless power systems are specifically designed with a transmitter and receiver in mind, Nokia's system isn't finicky about where it gets its wireless waves. TV, radio, other mobile phone systems -- all of this stuff just bounces around the air and most of it is wasted, absorbed into the environment or scattered into the ether. Nokia picks up all the bits and pieces of these waves and uses the collected electromagnetic energy to create electrical current, then uses that to recharge the phone's battery. A huge range of frequencies can be utilized by the system (there's no other way, really, as the energy in any given wave is infinitesimal). It's the same idea that Tesla was exploring 100 years ago, just on a tiny scale.

Mind you, harvesting ambient electromagnetic energy is never going to offer enough electricity to power your whole house or office, but it just might be enough to keep a cell phone alive and kicking. Currently Nokia is able to harvest all of 5 milliwatts from the air; the goal is to increase that to 20 milliwatts in the short term and 50 milliwatts down the line. That wouldn't be enough to keep the phone alive during an active call, but would be enough to slowly recharge the cell phone battery while it's in standby mode, theoretically offering infinite power -- provided you're not stuck deep underground where radio waves can't penetrate.

Nokia says it hopes to commercialize the technology in three to five years.

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SUTUKIL 2009

after a lazy Sunday packing our stuff and checking out the hotel, which i dont want to and im sure the rest of the guys too at alte 12.30, our boss want to eat outside at sutukil which stands for sugba tuwa kilaw. i was excited over this idea. i really want to go home since i miss my ate,s kids and missed my bed too. i hopped on sir jay's car and there we went ahead of the group. went to drop at Mannas and sir jay spoils to find all the things he liked which we all does. Lobster, shell and Lapu-lapu.Who else doesnt care to eat it when the shrimp turn red and buttery, the kinilaw that has the freshest melting taste and of kors top it down with ice cold 7.UP. quencher and of course filling. I had fun experience listening to Pio, Mikel, Inez and Tiffany, kids discussing over their party (pio's bday) whos going to spend it, where to, and Inez said the funniest line. " Kuya if your going to have a party, cn i invite my friends too? in which Inez is just 5 years old. and so on the conversation tackles until were inside the car. love this kids for sure...

Hottie Korean

i saw this guy at the Hilton Lobby lounge when were about to leave and guess what. i didnt take doubts to click click click over his crotch area. well, i just said it was a nice view for me! he is good looking too

Over the weekend

Independence day never stopped the marketing division of Sun.star cebu to hold its 2nd half conference of the year. It was done at the Pink icon of Cebu. Hilton resort hotel. it was a nice view since our rooms where all facing the Olanggo island and its pool and Manny O's watering hole. people and me as well enjoyed the night away and the fun and suspense there is in the conference. So much reporting and the team building increases the camaraderie of the group. Sir jay made sure we would not go home empty handed. it was eloquently extravagant of the group. but i could never had the best of it when the food they have were fabulously gastronomical. None of us complained and after a good buffet were all smiles and good booze, in a beautiful bed. it was a weekend get-away plus work.I love the stream bath there for free and the toiletry were from crabtree and evelyn. isnt this a taste of good life and fortune? well, what can i say?

The Moalboal weekend get-away

We were invited by Backpackers Lodge owner Torsten Siggelkow to attend the opening of its Moalboal's new place to stay in the most budget-friendly Hostel. I failed the first time since i was in atight budget then and stranded with soo many things to do. Last June 6, i should keep the promise since its been month for having it delayed. Finally, I convinced Jello, whom my constant buddy on every trip i possibly made impulsively. We took the 5:20pm trip of Ceres bus going south; to our amazed bus fare is 75.00 only and reached Moalboal by 8.25pm. we grabbed trike ride going there for a hundred and whalllaaa. We reached the mediocrity of Panagsama beached, passing by barrio's celebrating fiesta. There, we met the owner and mary ann the wife, Carrie the Fil-American who hails from San Diego. Suffering from her eye sore. we were ushered to eat the pork chop grilled and barbecue, we had red wine asnd efter the sumptuous diner. we were then led to our room right after the sales counter area, fronting us the large storage area. in the room was 2 bed neatly prepared with towels and we were toured around to where we could find our comfort areas like the shower, comfort rooms, kitchen and everything. soon we were inFORMED that we are going to holler at the beaches and aprties around Panagsama beach. i took a shower to freshen up and soon, Jello and me sashayed the wet small village road in our national costume the short and shirt. first stop was The beach Bar where we enjoyed out two bottles of beer, then proceeded to Pacitas, where me and Jello were struck to see the scene, locales cladding in their (mis)outfit, and the rubber shoes over the skirt and orange tube, the smells that stinks from the armpits, the foreigners who loves to be with them and some were that cute and some were so ordinary. it was like a party, hahahahah. sorry to be so snubbish but we left before we could say something bad about it. and Torsten was so polite to take us back to the lodge and offered us rhum coke and he beer. we had a night. and enjoyed the rest of the night. went back to cebu and brought along good memories with a good friend., check the site www.moalboal-backpackerslodge.com plenty to explore