All of my internal and external hard drives are being consumed by media files like fungus to a rotting tree trunk. I confess that I’ve been hoarding files from my camera that never see the light of day (or get shared to people involved). (more…)
Category: The Ride
Sit back, put your feet up and enjoy the ride.
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Migration to Flickr
The exodus of my files from the hard drive to Flickr. Still from Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014) -
That Only Storage that You Will Ever Need
…is the 5D Data Storage! It could store 360 terabytes of your photos and videos in full resolution!
When everything else melts (even the machine that can read this thing), fear no more knowing that all your cat pictures are safe in this coin-sized storage. Image credit: University of Southampton Now, there’s no need to hesitate in shooting RAW and 4K! (more…)
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The Week in Review: Week 1, 2016
Our new year celebration was a minimalistic one – having some of our relatives who used to celebrate at our place celebrated at their other side of the family. It was nonetheless meaningful, having our newborn asleep peacefully in the middle of the firecracker noises.
Finally, we visited Shiphrah with Bryce in tow (he’s been travelling with us since day one!). Too bad the midwives and a nurse who took care of us were off-duty – so we left our presents underneath their Christmas tree. It feels like it’s our second home – Jaycelle having had her round-the-clock labour in room number 1 and all – how can we detach ourselves from this home? It’s one of the longest days of our lives!
Bryce, nicknamed Buchokikok, turned one month on the ninth of January. It feels like forever – having no past and future, only present. We have lost count of diaper changes and have grown accustomed to the smell of pee and poop. We can flip him like a pancake if he wanted cradling and burping. We can sleep all three together in our bed without hurting one another. It’s still a long way to go but it sure is lovely to see him smile while sleeping and addictive to smell the baby scent.
Personally, I did a mini-reflection about my own personal life. It feels like my brain was reformatted and rewired by the whole nine months of preparing for our baby’s arrival. But little did we know that it was just the beginning of real sleepless nights or lack of sleeps. All of our energies were put into caring for a little human being. Thanks to my company, Voyager, we could work from home apart from my paternity leave. So my reflection turned out ok. I barfed all the dreams that I could remember I had the previous months – all into several sheets of paper. I prioritized the list that when given the chance to focus on two things only, I chose family and work. Duh! But there are other options really.
Twenty-sixteen can only be exciting – with our baby’s surprising developments and other professional challenges and opportunities, the best is yet to come.
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Reformatted
It’s 2016 and it seems like my brain was reformatted, rewired into a blank slate. Blank but unable to accept new records, new writings.
It’s difficult to feel as if I’m waiting for all my plans and dreams to jump into conclusion and become true – just thinking about beginning hinders me from starting.
It’s ironic for a new year – when resolutions and fresh starts are timely.
Maybe I need a better sleeping pattern? Our little bugger (who came around just around the corner of December 2015) has made himself manageable already (at least for me who does not breastfeed).
I’ll begin with simple tasks and simple goals – better sleeping pattern!
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It’s Rivermaya! It’s Rico Blanco! No, it’s Japsuki!
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Instant Pedestrian Lane
A worker blow-torching white stripes on the ground as pedestrian lanes. Taken near City of Dreams, Macapagal Blvd., Pasay City. 28 October 2015 -
Onesies
“What is a dad? You. You is a dad.” written on a card. Sourced from Reddit It was another day of going to the office. Early in the morning at six, coming out of the shower I opened our matrimonial closet and saw there hanging at the spotlight the onesies we bought for baby.
Even before we knew baby’s gender, we picked brightly-colored onesies for three to six months of age. Jaycelle hang it by the closet facing forward so that it will slap me into reality that baby’s on the way.
And yes it did. Every time it caught me staring at it because I couldn’t believe. Maybe I don’t want to believe that in a few month’s time, someone will join in our lives like an exchange student from a foreign country with the promise of stay.
It is heart-melting – like the feeling I had when my younger brother came into this world. I wanted to carry him every day at our front yard, under the rising sun before breakfast. I wanted to show him how happy it was to bathe in the rain and under the downspout.
I needed more slapping.
And this time, it was a set of onesies for ages zero to three months.
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Would you believe that US has a government agency for Fatherhood?
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Break
I want to tell you… Whoo-oo… That I love you…
You won’t believe it. That was me singing.
Guess what? I was drunk last night. Maybe I should make this a template.
I found myself meeting up with my former officemates / drinking buddies, Peachy, Alex, JE, and Badong. Too bad, Mandy retired earlier. These beer-repapips made the tiresome work at the office bearable. Of course, the venue – at Stir-Crazy. I don’t remember shelling out money. Well, there were very little that I remember, anyway.
Then they all went away except for Peachy who stayed with me and my bottles of beer. Suddenly, my brother texted me; telling me to go to some beer-house at Timog. He needed my drinking-buddy expertise, and my sensible opinions on matters ranging from ants and dinosaurs to end-times religions. But mostly, it’s about love. It’s all about love.
When people who rarely call you up (to ask you how have you been) suddenly call, ninety percent of the time, they have a problem. And you know what it is about.
Cutting the long story short, we went home and at 4AM, I went to the other side of the street where the carinderia was still open. I had my dinner, finally. The papaitan was served smokin’ warm. After five minutes of wondering why in the world did I not have rice, I told the girl to give me one cup. I thought I was going to rot there staring at the viand.
The real moral here is that every Wednesday, I and my friends should have a Stir-Crazy session. That’s what I realized with my genius brain.
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Originally published on Friendster, 18 January 2007
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Miss
I miss Something New. A friend borrowed it for a Swatch photo contest.
I found Cozy But Nozy. I’ll be looking for this whitey in stores; wear it on my left wrist then give it to my girlfriend if she wants it.
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Originally published on Friendster, 04 March 2007
