Battered Milk

F11 through the Years SY 2006

2010-08-19T21:20:00.000-07:00

There's a time a for joyA time for tearsA time well treasure through the yearsWell remember alwaysGraduation dayAt the senior promWe danced til threeAnd there you gave your heart to meWell remember alwaysGraduation dayTake it awayTake fiveThough we leave in sorrowAll the joys weve knownWe can face tomorrowKnowing well never walk aloneWhen the ivy walksAre far behindNo matter where our paths may windWell remember alwaysGraduation dayWell remember alwaysGraduation

Published Courting

2008-07-03T08:25:00.000-07:00

I always try to share the acknowledgement page I found on one of our books related to programming and voila, in drops of second [too much for an encoder, ha-ha], below here it dwells. I really love it when he states dramatic confessions of love and even the obvious old style of admiration. How romantic. How hopeless. Kidding!! Well, I’m not going to pinpoint those wrong English parameters [if there’s any] which actually the author already admitted from the first paragraph. Anyway, what an amazing courage this man got when in the last part of his novel [sorry! Informative book, I mean], I discovered that he actually feels love for a very, ultimately and absolutely [nyek] young girl! I imagined gaps of lightyears there. Ha-ha. But I was really entertained and touched [oh really?! I couldn’t express the appropriate word!] by this warrior here whom I depicted to be very serious when it comes to courting a woman [or pretty girls, huh?]. On the special acknowledgement, he emphasized there the mother of his dream girl and it’s not a huge weird thing because he really has the style of a native Filipino who courts first the guardians before on the real goal [which goes to show men like this already assured the sweet “yes” of a lady]. But of course, men actually look greatly on appearance than anything else [who doesn’t… ehem?]. The author was a director of rhetoric propagandas of impressive salutations thus showing he’s a typical gentle guy which is the primary reflection of his words.

Acknowledgement

I would like to thank my mom Gloria Prietos Pepito, my grandmothers: Alejandra Prietos and Dr. Roberta Pepito, grandpa Crescenciano Prietos for their tender love and care. I would like to thank my fellow teachers at AMA Computer University (all campuses) for their advises, insights, and influences. I salute them all. I am also very grateful to my students whom Ilearned a lot,. And who are brave enough to point out my wrong spellings (not to mention my wrong grammars), my wrong pronunciations (as usual – by the way, I am a pure Cebuano – 100 percent), and my wrongfully explained examples. To my students, thank you. I try to correct my classroom blunders here in this book; I hope. My thanks goes also to Ms. Letty G. Custodio of National Bookstore – Purchasing Department and Ms. Zeny Alulod of Capitol Publishing whose uncommon patient and understanding have made this book possible.

Also, I am forever grateful to the ladies whom I adored and admired so much: Abigail Reyes for making me realized that an actress is human, too, (I enjoyed watching you on TV and some movies); Kristelle Tingzon my model of honesty (you are amazingly beautiful in Extraderm-Lite commercial ads), Tara B. Williams (Ms. Teen-Victoria, Australia) for inspiring me in writing this book, and ma. Patricia Bianca C. Amistad (Ms. Intrams 2001: Sienna College-Quezon City Campus) for greeting me with her sweet and lovely smile on Sunday morning holy mass (7:30 am) I am always looking forward with great excitement every Sunday because I know I would see Bianca possibly. And I am also very happy (heavenly) just to see her inside the church. I do not know why. Or maybe, I am just afraid to tell her what I really feel inside? I’m sorry, I am so scared. Anyway, she is too young to know. Time will tell. Yes, time will tell. But if she dares to ask me, I will. Promise. Dare?

Like all successful humans, I’m thankful to the Almighty God, too!

Special Acknowledgement

Mrs. Wilma Amistad

Sometimes I forget that if there is someone whom I indebted so much, she is no other than Aunt Wilma who allowed me to dedicate my book to their pretty, young and lovely daughter –Bianca. Imagine, Bianca was 13 years old when I asked her mom about my plan to dedicate my second book and the next one (and probably all the next ones) to their second year high school girl, right there inside the church (after the holy mass).

I can still remember that memorable moment how grateful aunt Wilma was when I asked her permission. For a man like me who had gone through a lot of traumatic experiences of being turned down (basted in short) by the girl’s mother whom I admired; was so very lucky that Aunt Wilma was so kind and understanding enough to let me express how much I adored their ever dearest daughter through the first pages of my book.

It is still fresh in my memory when you frequently say, “I’m improving!” Yes, you are always improving Aunt Wilma. Improving in good-health, in beauty and in spirit. “Day by day, in every way I’m getting better and better” is what the legendary French chemist Dr. Emile Couie had used to say. Seem it sounds like your favorite expression, Aunt Wilma. Once again, thank you and God bless you and your family.

Corrupted Hands

2008-06-28T06:02:00.001-07:00

The Maw Twists post expired. I said there I'll be updating readers with the Pinoy's current celebrity issues included with titles but I failed. Oh. Before I forgot! Where in the calendar are we to have at least an entry here? JUNE. =) A lot of accidents [not really serious ones but significant] occurred in the months past. If you want some updates even it will definitely take an hour of your precious time, it’s so much appreciated especially when you find it attractive pressing the google ads around. A billion kisses to you. Yeaa. Yuck.

Forced. That word could define entirely my mood in creating the blog entries previously. And that was because I’m considering my partner’s effort and so linking some ‘balance’ of work load quality. But as May started, I was left by that moronic thinker. If you hate harsh words, you’re always welcome here. By the way, if you’ll notice, the sides of the blog’s layout have been removed. If you can’t remember, think it all over. >.<>

Right now I finished researching for our Database subject. And you know what? I got a whooping 1 result! Yes. Only one result. I was actually looking for FoxPro-related things which I obviously failed to get. Anyway, I was just trying my strategies if I can accomplish such TEAM assignment. But if your heart was melted my by words, next to your eyes are the questions in our assignment:

· Describe briefly the major components and feature of FoxPro integrated development environment.

· Explain the difference between a procedural language and a non-procedural language. How would you categorized. FoxPro? Explain.

· Enumerate some useful User Interface command in FoxPro and give example of its usage.

· Concisely define all the data types supported in FoxPro.

· Explain the method of creating, viewing, deleting and opening tables in FoxPro.

Enumerate the method of creating and modifying the structures of these tables.

· Explain the method of adding, viewing, deleting, traversing and modifying records.

· Explain and give the commands to sort and display data records.

· Describe briefly the difference between a structured index file and compounded index file. Give example of how each of the indices is used.

· What are the search commands used in indexed tables. Explain each.

Pascal language made its better way to become antique in search engines yet I wasn’t able to download it because of our turtle internet. The author of our FoxPro book [wrong. The answers to our homework couldn’t be found here as well!] advised or rather experienced advantages in using FoxPro because he is knowledgeable in Turbo Pascal which encouraged me to look for a Pascal copy but the story went like what I’ve said.

As you see, being a college student gets more complex as the level rises. We will also have an exam in Accounting on Monday. Acknowledging Daniel, my classmate for sharing copies of our notes there. I was late in our previous class due to excessive polluted and deadly traffic jams of Manila roads. I was so much thankful I wasn’t marked as absent! Nyaay.. It made me a prettier haggard. =)

Aside from these tiring school burdens, I am still onto my Adobe Photoshop tutorials adding some of our web programming languages like CSS and HTML tutorials. This is my favorite subject today although we have not met our professor there for almost three weeks without clear reason. That subject also gave me higher appreciation for Yahoo! Groups where our mentor puts our timely lectures for easy study guides. Going back to Adobe PS, I also started loving Adobe ImageReady where GIF’s can be created! Get ready, Jeth! Don’t do drugs. Ha-ha. I’m being excited with editing the dancing bird and when I get used to the flow of those Adobe softwares, I will share galleries and tutorial links here. =)

[Miss Donut’s start of ONLINE diary.]

Maw Twists

2008-04-22T03:11:00.000-07:00

Here in Philippines, a typical celebrity commonly becomes popular not because of their looks or acting talent but due to the weirdo personality they have. Those who pass my taste are imagined to be just numbered in my hand’s fingers. Actually I could tell now that they’re only three.

I want to take this time picking up the most horrible artists I always watch on-air. Ask me people, I love talking about other’s life which is likely to be a general fact. This leads me in being a straight-forward critic and pushed me in spending time commenting alive in some awaited celebrity news everyday. Though I always realize that there are no such person who’s perfect and nobody can please all kinds of people, I still manage to cooperate with my guileless tongue towards social personalities’ simple wrong grammar or good deeds. In this chance, perhaps let us ask ourselves: Why does a good-hearted definitely famous person expose his or her being good in public if HE/SHE REALLY IS SINCERE IN WHAT SHE/HE IS DOING? Come on.

I like surprises. I like being bickered with especially when it’s the careworn person’s fault. I like being modest when praised. I may encourage you to send back either a NEGATIVE or positive comment here after I have finally eliminated my partial flaming criticisms for the local talents in the industry, not to mention those fans or fans club if there are such, ha-ha. My appreciation in advance.

FLYING SO LOW

This well-known Songbird escaped from being a single almost loveless female professional singer lose my belt of deference when the news that she and Ogie Alcasid is getting married sooner. We all know that Ogie’s already a father of Michelle Van‘s children, a lady of a foreign side who’s obviously prettier than Songbird. No offense for that ‘coz I’m not also a beautiful creature but what I just typed was purely an opinion. There are a lot of unique male singers (actually all of us is unique!) without a parenting responsibility so why didn’t she consider that thing and took Ogie? Even I newly heard that in the first place, Ogie and Michelle already filed a separation process before having his relationship with Songbird. As we always witness, celebrity friendships got in their vocabulary those sentences like “You deserve to be happy.” It’s like saying without thinking, like dying without reason. What about Ogie’s family? Would that compliment should continue with “.. and the family Ogie lose doesn’t deserve to be happy.” Add to that the children who mislay a father. Moreover, this Songbird is in reality active in supporting some foundations and against-cancer movements. So the general truth about sincere persons I mentioned earlier is nothing but a question in concluding sense. She also loves dressing with totally fitted waist lines, sleeveless and almost topless, can be seen by this flooding white complexion cleavage. So you think you got hopes for having bold movies. You got a brilliant voice, anyway.

Coming Up…

FOUR MONTHS WAS STRONG

YOU’RE NOT A TEEN ANYMORE

PETA IDOL

MAKE UP GIRLS

NOSE FOR SALE

deBot

2008-04-07T23:17:00.000-07:00

APRIL 5 – my 18^th year in existence. I always wonder why almost all worldly people call it as birthday wherefore it’s actually not a day. Haha, apology for being so literal.

I think I have to pass a rule over the land to call it as birthdate (see? It was underlined red by Microsoft Word). Obviously, that’s the date when you were born. Hmm…

If you’re busy with collecting riches for your bank right now yet you believe there’s SOMEONE above there WHO created us, DID HE CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDATE? Where in the world did the people of nations got the December date for such said SPECIAL birthday. Oh yeah. Incredible.

Thus Concluded

2008-04-07T23:15:00.000-07:00

Those who lose impetus because of an online fighter while acting hardcore with the keyboard, look in the mirror solemnly.

YOU ARE LIKE COMPETITORS IN A SPECIAL OLYMPICS. EVEN IF ONE WINS, SHE’S STILL retarded. Ü

Hail for all retarded!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Krabby Clouds

2008-04-07T23:13:00.000-07:00

The last post was my id’s expressions… Ow my…

In my older blog spot, so far as I’m aware, there were at least two persons, ladies to be exact who I have helped so much realization on their dark side. Who’s who? E-e-e-e…

In a comprehensible manner, these two which became legitimately three just yesterday generalized that I don’t care about what other feels. It’s just a matter that I say whatever I wanted to say and have to say… based from a human’s natural conservative perception. I guess I was just born with a little careless mouth. And hey, I’m sort of immune with anything said about me. Simply because that could only be considered as an opinion. Well, they’re not my shadow to know me that well the whole day or my super ego controlling my vocabulary everyday. It’s their failure if I’m not affected with their reactions and judgments. So now let me say thank you! For the last time (I hope) I don’t hate anyone just because they hate either me or what I am doing in return. The truth just hurts. People are people and NOBODY can please everybody. And if you don’t want to feel pain each time you enter the world of internet especially when visiting my page, FEEL SUPER FREE TO REPOST THIS. Or REPORT ME AS AN OFFENSIVE denizen! Or register here in blogger then leave a hazardous comment! But hey hey, the best thing we stupids would recommend is to keep yourselves away from stopping over night here. IF I’M NOT WELCOME IN SAYING SUCH OPINIONS, YOU’RE FAR NOT WELCOME TO BE HERE, TOO (but I’ll be really interested if you send some comments)! Loser.

And by the way, I heard someone says “YOU’RE my top link in my browser. Exactly in friendster.”

Shut up and Thank you.

Fishy Atmosphere

2008-04-07T23:11:00.000-07:00

My former partner didn’t like the message of my last draft. It wasn’t a great thing to be a problem though. Every aspiring writer never lacks the spirit! Whatever she/she sees, when in the mood, she’ll search a pen and write on anything she fins on her desk even a back of a shopping list will do.

Now I’m alone, making efforts for the sake of my blog’s life span. All the rights… and wrongs are now mine. *dog laugh*

Yet behind those sound effects, I still prefer to have someone on my brain’s sides when seeking ideas to add in Battered Milk. For now, I will try to stick to my own senses to put the possibilities in life. I believe this aim will work today.

The Untitled

2008-04-07T22:58:00.000-07:00

Battered. This is what women usually become, eventually daily in their married life. That’s how wicked men nowadays.

Milk. Whitish liquid we drink if we feel like lacking calcium to strengthen our weakening bones and teeth. A beverage we imagine when we hear spoilage. It’s been a few days since we posted and planned on the previous entry. And that’s how I realized that Battered Milk spot is existing enough long. Battered connotes spoilage in milk, something being avoided by moms. Connection? Nothing.

The gaps of the posts here just show why the blog’s name has that kind of name. I think kids will love this more now the secret has been partially revealed. Happy?

An Essay About An Essay

2008-04-02T19:13:00.000-07:00

     Along defying the extreme humidity dancing around my room, I noticed a bunch of mess from first to the second corner of the floor, not to mention the woody ceiling. It was composed of my high school and recent college garbage that I still keep for expected usage. While my mind was travelling upon the numerous pages of old books, I found some pieces of my essays in our previous technical writing class; there with the papers was my classmate’s masterpiece that I forgot to return. I borrowed it when I eventually discovered that we have exactly similar ideas regarding life after death. After reading it for the fourth time, I also saw my essay right behind it. We have little differences in the presentation of thoughts, as well as the given grades for each. Then I remembered how one of my good companions (also my classmate) reacted about having Marvin’s paper.

     “If I know, you’re just envious with what impressive evaluation he got for his essay.”

     I replied…

     “Don’t try to imitate my brain *eyes away from him*. Marvin’s work awakened me, finding that we almost have the same perceptions regarding hell… with BASIS.”

     Inside my head I silently added,

     “… Unlike yours”

     A fewer exchange of hot statements came after. No wonder, that companion I was referring to has other belief, one that is certainly far from what is ours. If my hypotheses were uneducated, he shouldn’t have approached me with that wicked mouth.

     The title I gave to my paper was Helion Ablaze while Marvin did not include a title for his piece. Before our essay’s introduction, we were instructed to draw our own Hell Illustration but my persistent classmate drew nothing and left a big space on his yellow sheet. Hope you’re beginning to become fascinated with his essay so let’s have it on track…

HELION ABLAZE – Marvin’s version

     I was asked to illustrate hell according to my personal belief and the figure above shows it. I drew nothing because I don’t believe in hell.

     My own personal reading, understanding and investigation of the Bible led me to a belief that hell (Hades in Greek and Sheol in Hebrew) is just a word used to describe the dwelling place for the dead. I do not believe that hell is a fiery place where sinners are punished eternally and I certainly do not believe in Dante’s work.

     According to the Bible, when a man dies, he returns to ashes from where he is created. He dies and that’s it. I don’t believe that he goes anywhere, neither heaven nor hell. According also to the Bible, the dead is conscious of nothing at all. I don’t believe in souls either. For me, soul is synonymous to life so when a person dies, his soul or life returns to God to whom all life came from.

     I believe that God is a forgiving God. I believe that God loves us all humans equally whether you are righteous or wicked. I don’t believe that God will let humans be punished in a dreadful place like the hell described by the catholic dogma. I believe that God gives all humans the chance to repent for all humans are sinners. My analogy states that a loving and forgiving parent will not let his child be punished in an inhumane and terrifying way, whatever mistakes the child had done.

     However, I believe in resurrection. I believe that in God’s time, those who have departed will walk again the lands of earth. Someday, the righteous men who have died years past will again live in a paradise on earth, free from any sins with all their loved ones, full of faith, hope and love.

     This is what I believe.

     Everything he had written here truly depicts the genuineness of Bible’s content.

Revelations 21: 4 – “And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”

Ecclesiastes 9: 5 – “For the living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all, neither do they anymore have wages, because the remembrance of them has been forgotten.”

     Whether you’re religious or not, I believe that man should stay his eyes to something with foundation. I believe life is not merely a cycle of being born and being fed up to worms, not a struggle of searching so much material things for survival, not a faith by word alone … but simply satisfying the responsibility of being a creation of the Holy God – Jehovah. (Psalm 83: 18 – “That people may know that you, whose name is Jehovah, You alone are the Most High over all the earth”)

The Modern Aristotle

2008-04-01T06:19:00.000-07:00

Cheating in exams is the best exercise for your reflexes. Your eyes are rolling to see the answer sheet of your seatmate. Your ears should be attentive even to the softest whispers to get what your seatmate is saying. Your neck is stretched either ways to search for clues. Your hand writes very fast of the answer you’ve got. Your feet kicks the chair of your classmate to let him/her know that you want to copy and finally your heart beats ten times faster when you have passed your paper and realized that your seatmate answered set A and your is set B…

Verbal Bruise - Hospitalization

2008-04-01T05:21:00.000-07:00

     Awkward it is to expose something like this here, considering that the involved person is somehow your fellow countrymen or I guess we were urged to divert our senses to something small but terrible… Everybody must have already seen the actual stage-scandal or the youTube version of this item.

     Well, here it is.

Vivian Tan (judge): The question is, what role did your family play to you as candidate to Binibining Pilinas?

Janina San Miguel: Well, my family's role for me is so important because there was the wa- their, they was the one whose… very… Hahahaha… Oh I'm so sorry, Ahhmm… My pamily… My family… Oh my god.. I'm… Ok, I'm so sorry… I… I told you that I'm so conpident… Eto, Ahhmm, Wait… Hahahaha! Ahmmm, Sorry guys because this was really my first pageant ever because I'm only 17 years old and hahaha! I, I did not expect that I came from, I came from one of the top 10. Hmmm, so… but I said that my family is the most important persons in my life. Thank you.

     Should I act barbaric or angelic? Ü

     The primary reasons my head created after watching and listening the whole meant mistake were merely entertainment and pity. Clearly, the most possible excuse for having that answer is nervous and based on the recent interview with her in one of most respected evening show, I’m 98% correct with the word NERVOUS! =)

     Anxious, my dear?

     She moreover alleged that the question became vague to her hypothalamus. CAN’T YOU SPEAK? WAS IT A REASON SO YOU JUST ANSWERED YOU’RE INVENTED QUESTION? Yes, I wasn’t there but even a single practice may have appreciated BETTER!! Anyway, I shouldn’t be retorting this for all you are worth. As you said, “Intindihin niyo na lang po (Just understand please)…”

THE INTERVIEW

Interviewer: So you’re saying that it’s not that you’re not good in English. You didn’t hear the question completely, did you?

Her: Yes. But actually, my English is considered as one of my weaknesses that’s why it directed me in currently taking up Mass Communication course.

Interviewer: So let me try your English fluency and comprehension. I’ll ask a question and you’ll answer it back in English.

Her: Okay!

Interviewer: If to choose between only having beauty or intelligence, which do you prefer?

Her: SAME! *confidently smiles*

Interviewer: *fainted to death* Ah, pareho? Same?

Her: Yes.

     Be deserving in the upcoming Miss World 2008 - believed to be the only way to get a 98% good image. =)

     No one has ever make it to do absolutely nothing. THINK.

The SUPPOSED-FIRST post

2008-03-28T10:52:00.001-07:00

     Me and my guy friend are always at our high blood pressures when the blog-planning discussion suddenly drops to our head. Since summer is exactly spreading off its heat, we got the idea of having a sunny work loads which we could get good money to accumulate. So the fact that we are both PC geeks, we ended on having this stuff ~ yea, this crap you are facing now. I was really expecting this will be easier than talking it over and over again on the phone but wow, even I’m a sort of interesting in writing for any subject, I guess I should be more serious in here.

     Specifically, this guy friend I’ve mentioned earlier was my former admirer but then too bad on his part that he’s already committed with his fate. u-huh, u-huh, he got a girlfriend! Frankly, that’s surprising ‘coz it’s not really on his aurum to have one. Check it once. Ü sorry Banz (I mean to not mention it before. HAHAHA) Truth can be sometimes a good start of being rich. =) And going back to his position in regards to my life, I think it’s indeed long for me to narrate it here so I’m giving the pleasure to Banz. Hmm.. in addition to this, Banz is simply a non-breathing, literally retarded, programmer, web designer and my considered neighbor because their house is just a block away from ours. NOTE: block = 157 steps. Ow, before anything else, cheap I can say on how he met his gf. *article is coming very soon; 4 years to go*

     By the way, why did I set the title to supposed-FIRST post?

     It was Banz who chose the site supporter. O yea, I won’t be posting my old posts on my other blog if I took the chance to create our blog spot here in wordPress. Our not-supposed-FIRST-blog, obviously, the previous one was actually about his and my tut-tut *sounds as an annoying feedback*. Remember, Banz categorized that article under Blind items. HAHA, as if that person pays time to search another detonating article about HER. =)) Never mind. (EGO: hey ya, Arls (my name by the way, ehem :D), why are you stating such insignificant topics!? Work well. Forget about HER.) Knowing Banz, he’s kind of poor when it comes to creativity. erk. Perhaps that reason led him to adding the FIRST content! Cool.

     *wind hissed. about an hour. just imagine you’re with me, holding the fan in front of the beach, waiting for sunset.*

     Okay.

     Lately, while typing the introduction, hundreds of topics came rushing my brain saying “Rals, include me, please! If not, I’ll punch your esophagus!” .. But now I realized that my Short Term Memory Lost disorder (is it? a disease or WHAAT?!) haunted me again. How I miss Dory.

     Talking about FIRST, everybody must have plenty of them! Maybe I could list each slowly. s-l-o-w-l-y … … … regularly? Hmm.. When you hear the word FIRST, what comes to your mind FIRST? as in right now when you read it! (I’m being redundant with my words.. ahaha)

     When I was on my third grade, autographs or slum notes started to increase its publicity. And remembering what is commonly asked there are the FIRSTsss.. as in with three ’s’ at the end! FIRST kiss, FIRST love, FIRST FIRST, FIRST FIRST.. bla bla bla.

     Among these kinds of minor FIRSTsss, the most significant FIRST for me was when I FIRST stepped on my very FIRST school life. I think I was 5 years old when I entered nursery level. That’s when I had my FIRST enemy, FIRST formal teacher, FIRST seatmate in a class room, FIRST classroom, FIRST letters, FIRST drawing, FIRST backpack, FIRST bestfriends, FIRST FIRST, FIRST FIRST and FIRST FIRST.

     My psychology teacher taught us why it is very important to pamper children at their youngest age. (fetus?!) I realized then that without those FIRST things, I wouldn’t learn. I wouldn’t survive. That’s why I started to become thankful with every FIRST encounter to a particular mistake. It helps me to refrain from it and man, it’s really good to learn from your experiences!

     I would just describe here my one of a hundred simple FIRST.

     That FIRST conflict was an issue with my male classmate. He always teases me, pricks me and does anything that can plant me into madness (actually he’s the only one). Really irritating. But of course, as a lad, I usually tell to my relatives what bothers me so time definitely crawled fast and here comes my hot-headed auntie with smokes from her nose then PLAAAAAK, slammed my classmate’s chubby cheeks. Poor him. I got no idea that my auntie could have a child abuse record in the court that time. Good thing my classmate hasn’t called for a rematch. Ü

     What a hard time recalling those action-packed moments. Kids are absolutely entertaining by nature. =)

     WARNING : Banz, add more here! I’ll slap you today. >.<