blog for today

You never know how much you have until you lose it. Gosh. Why do I have to learn this a lot in experience?

I had my computer fixed and reformatted, with specific instructions on back-uping the fonts and documents. And then… and then… and then the technician said he reformatted all of it without a back up. Err. I’m still torn about getting mad. It can’t return all my files.

There it goes.

I specially feel remorse for the files of the whole Mr. and Ms. Nursing 2007 Pageant. I mean… I’ve worked on it. if the secretarial job is one little thing I can show off.  and now it’s gone. —sigh—-

Thank goodness, I had a lot of "trash" files in my USB. that saved me a few files…but that’s really small.

My document folder once had 16.3GB. now it’s down to 1.2GB….

aurgh.

and I can’t make myself get angry for the sake of justice???

pathetic…

History daw

Homonization (the process which brought about our present man-being) in co-existence with Sapientization (which includes becoming intelligent and knowledgeable) occurred due to crucial environmental changes, such as climate fluctuations.

Sapientization arose as early man filled in the need for its basic instinct: survival.
If man evolved from apes, something must have triggered such event, of which the environment played a big factor.
For example, it could be assumed that a major phenomenon sharply decreased flesh sources so pre-Ramapithecus had to eat vegetation. Thus as time went, Ramapithecus emerged with a mixture of canines and incisors. Furthermore, he would have to reach out to fruit havens that abound in tree tops, and so developed the need to stand more erect. This could explain the more developed foramen magnum. The foramen magnum then played a vital role in why we, Homo sapiens sapiens, are deemed intelligent.

The foramen magnum tunnels the brain’s communication to the body.  Its evolution may have supported the coordination and development of our body’s control center, the brain.
Becoming physiologically-capable of reasoning, early man therefore was able to materialize complex concepts into simple tools, the delineation between man and apes.
But why can man make implements and apes not, while they had common ancestors? Man is gifted with the unique ability of a developed eye-hand capacity…and learning from it. He observes, or studies what he sees and tries to imitate it with his body. It is this capability that man was able separate a species of his own.

Cultural progress, or as was stated,
“The increasing ability of man to produce tools, weapons, and shelter;
as well as the increasing ability and efficiency in securing food.”
Is based on technology because technology defines technology.
The products of skill and knowledge become technology. These technologies become the available and feasible resources to people. Using such resources, they can innovate tools or ideas, which may not happen supposing such technology did not exist. In other words, one can only make something out of the resources available and feasible at a certain time.

Fire is one of the best things that ever happened to humanity. During the Stone Age, fire must have come from natural sources such as volcanoes and forest fires. Thus, its appearance may have loomed in an impending disaster. Terrified early men had then explained the phenomenon in what we would later know as myth and legends, as supported by various fire myths all over the world.
Later on, they found out that fire can become a friend. It offered them heat and light during cold, dark nights. But too much of it can burn, and so came the idea of cooking. Since cooked food appealed to them, this increased the attraction of domesticating plants and animals, “cookable” delicacies. This aided in the transition from nomadic, hunting age, to the agricultural period.
Cooking also made them seek other methods of food preparation such as boiling, where a sturdier container must be used. And so clay jars dawned.

The metal age came around when they realized they can mold, melt and mash metals using fire. The period gave birth to a variety of tools as most metals are capable of forming many shapes. Tools for defense, arts, for cooking, and transport abound.
But its most majestic legacy is the beginning of systemic trade: money. In the form of galleons, it urged management skills, arithmetic, and attitude.

Farmers, fishermen, blacksmiths, and letter masters are looked down upon these days. But our proud structures and civilization itself started in these humble industries.
Domesticated plants and animals became barter goods. Some owned much, some had none. Social stratification had a genesis.

People feared supernatural forces and thus a vast amount of rituals and deities sprang. There stood out limitations in fear of disappointing a deity and thus losing harvest. The social system of totem and taboo was dynamic.
Metal provided for materials that can be used in almost anything. So more tools were invented, technology moved further and further…arts, transportation, architecture, you name it. Some areas had higher technology, others preferred tradition. And thus, came the invention of the city itself, the basis of several major studies: the civis of civilization, and polis of politics.
Metal money, on a higher scale, extended civilization in the search of more money, more gain, and more opportunities. And where greed is unjust, came bases of justice.
Man had been a logical animal. But with the invention of writing, his thoughts are now recorded, accessible to others who don’t know. Education rooted in man’s desire for knowledge.
Moreover, writing standardized society in language, code of ethics, rules of governance, etc. where present-day sciences are based. But the best thing writing might have done was making social cooperation better through communication.

Technology, in the pursuit of a better life made past fantasies a present-day convenience.

Pandemonium and Why this blog page uses a lot of ‘I’s

Hello Reader. Thank you for taking time to visit my blogs. I blather out a lot. And though it may bore you for me to use a lot of ‘I’ pronouns, it’s my blog page anyway. heheh

I could not think of any reason for your interest in reading my boring articles or those pessimistic blogs. In my past life, I was the Grinch.

I spared time to make this blog initially to try friendster’s features. I don’t schedule and it is never priority.

Eventually, it became a portal to my mind. I just realized its like having my own personal fan site, though that wasn’t and is not my dream.

When I get the time (off from school), I hope to expand this as another form of human interaction.

Enjoy your day!

November 03, 2006

That Book Wore Me Sleeves

Random thoughts #1

Happiness is not an incidental state, it’s a choice.

When you’re in deep thought, do you realize, you don’t even
have to think?

Code Blue: Baby Boy

His was the face of beauty. In him I saw the only need that make us all feel worthwhile, life. But his was a struggle. Occasionally, the 7-8 month old babe would gasp for air, only to be subdued to silence of his existence. The small, fragile, and wrinkled hands held on to me, his only sign of life. I told him to hold on tight. I will get him through.

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My purpose was reduced to clicking my fingers together. In this small gesture, I found myself as his only source of hope. Breathing in and breathing out for him. The ambu bag signified all that I ever could be. Sometimes, he would yawn and his oxygen saturation would drop to dangerous levels. But he understood me. I would stroke him, I would hold his hand and somehow, although he could not breathe for himself, he would grasp my finger tight.

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On the average, the meter showed 97% O2 saturation and a pulse rate of 160, where the norm is 94-98% and 140-160, respectively. Then his O2 sat and pulse rate started descending together in a speed I wish I can counter with my efforts. I tried about everything I previously did to raise his levels. His 02 sats would jump between 86 and 90 then the alarm would go on and off. He was not getting enough oxygen. In my hands, I promised to breathe for him. In my hands, I accepted the challenge of making the apneic baby live. In my hands, I did not accept death for him.

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I called the staff nurse and she took over. 84%, 150… 82%, 145… 76, 138… the levels were getting dangerously low. In my mind, I told him to hang on like he used to. In my heart, I wanted to cry. “You cannot die just yet…I was too sure you’d be a great gift to the world. Don’t leave us like this. Please….pleaaaaaassssseeeeee…..hold on…” I held his hand, he grasped mine tight. He still wanted to live. His face echoed the blues of the deep seas and his mouth gaped open in protest. Yet he was not in control of his chances. The levels went off to an alarming 50%, 80 bpm— almost half the norm. Ma’am staff nurse gave him a shot…epinephrine/NaCO3 I guess. He gasped once… and incredibly, his levels rose to normal again. His breath was nowhere near reassuring.

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With dry tears, I wept in the stillness of the moment. He lived. I calculated the small error, it was of an imbecile nature, so to speak—a tube loosened off; but it made the biggest difference between life and death. In the pacifying moment of that hour, I was humbled down to everything that mattered in my call… saving one life. Morning came, the end of our shift. What happened was just yet one experience. Tomorrow, the day after, and all the tomorrows still promise another orchestra. Surely, the melody would get melancholic sometimes, and then upbeat, but always…will have moments of silence. You seek for a single note, you’d look for noise…any sound at all, but would find none. Because all that is offered is silence.

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His lungs were underdeveloped and the lung surfactants were not doing it for him. About 97% of premature babies in the same condition die. He died later that day at 10:59 am. After 7-8 months in his mum’s womb, he lived for 14 hours. 

Syllabication

The cast sought to search this quest

Unforbidding, undenying, un–believable

Existing…

Dissolving…

And yet appearing once and again.

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To quench thy woes in hills lamenting

To heed your prayers unrelenting

Bluish tones of seas surmounting

Sluggish appearance

                …no questions

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The constant joy to those in submission

Conscripts to the wide expanse

Of waters…as it churns…in revolution

Of windy skies in fast absolution

And this ground we tread…distorted—

                       —imagination

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Dust will fall in your judgment

A peep into that large increment,

Signs will weep in agreement

Light calls for endearment—

Comfort to your heart’s desire…

Ang traysikel…bow

Mapakana’t mapakaliwa man ang tingin ay may masusulyapang dyip. Pano ba naman kasi, unique at creative daw ang mga Pinoy. Yamang ganyan lang din ang mga katwiran natin, sulyapan natin ang isa pang kakaibang sasakyan na karaniwan sa buhay ni Juan at Marya…ang tricycle. Spot the difference tayo ha!:) [Open niyo na lang sa pop-up  para makita niyo detalye...]

Lingayen, Pangasinan

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Rosario, La Union

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Puerto Princesa, Palawan

Philippines, Philippines.Bili na kau ng Pilipinas. Twenty Dollars lang! Buy one Take One Scoop…

The time was post the peak of the KKK revolution. The American and Spanish governments had just signed the Treaty of Paris, signifying the turn over of world power. Andrew Carnegie, one of the richest man in the world, owner/founder of US Steel, and anti-imperialist; sought to buy the Philippines for US $20 from the US because he strongly believed that the former should be given back its independence.