Life in the Eyes of John

A blog on life, love, people, cars, and everything I can think about...

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Smiley To The Rescue

At this very moment, I have a deadline (Monday next week), a case of fever with colds (courtesy of an officemate), and slow work progress (thanks to some technical issues and health condition). Sure, it may be enough to cloud my day, but never fear...

Smiley is here!

Yes, literally! I have a pin with a yellow smiley saying "Make my day, Smile!", courtesy of Katrina May Chua Porras. It'll be my personal anti-kryptonite device, my spinach in the beat-up moments, and my superpower anting-anting.

Yeah, yeah, I'm exaggerating already, but it'll save the day.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Compliments

\Com"pli*ment\, v. t. To praise, flatter, or gratify, by expressions of approbation, respect, or congratulation; to make or pay a compliment to. (http://www.dictionary.com)

I did a program modification yesterday. It took me three hours (it wasn't my program, so I needed to study it), but it was very well worth it, thanks to a few words mentioned to me by Dominic, the one who requested the revision.

"Well done, bro."

I don't exactly know why, but compliments like these serve as complements to the soul. The stress just dissolves when words like these are mentioned. Nakakataba ba ng puso. It's a sweet reward after the geeky hardships I went through.

Lesson for the day: Whenever somebody did or gave to you something good, don't forget to give compliments. A "thank you" or "galing" will do. It makes somebody feel more motivated, more special.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Today Is Study Day

Despite the fact that my boss won't be around for the entire day, I have to study. I can't afford to be lax. It'll reflect sooner or later on my knowledge-base. Sure, it'll be great to play Little Fighter 2 on LAN all day (http://www.littlefighter.com), but the deadline is coming soon (first week of October).

So today, I got to finish a 127-page geek material for ECS (Event Control System). It's part of a Java interface thingy for SAP R/3 created by Sky Technologies.

Also, I need to find a good JVM (Java Virtual Machine) for a Handheld PC. Esmertec (http://www.esmertec.com) and Handango (http://www.handango.com) are the first two sites that I've visited so far. Both the Intel StrongARM and XScale processors are supported by the JVM's I've found so far.

I'm done researching various Handheld PC's from HP, Symbol and Intermec. So far, HP's Handheld PC's don't come with barcode scanners (they're snap-on, yes, but the newer units don't support it anymore; the h3600 series supports it, but aren't posted on the new products list), Symbol is "minimalist" (essential features only), and Intermec is "maximist" (fully loaded).

For my break periods, I visited Sport Compact Car (http://www.sportcompactcarweb.com) to see their Eight Great Rides for less than $30,000 article. I also grabbed hold of articles regarding brakes and suspension.

So now, it's back to Adobe Reader with all the Desktop Post-it Notes on top (courtesy of http://www.3m.com). It's geek time!

Monday, September 20, 2004

Manic Monday

Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream

But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
An I-don't-have-to-run day
It's just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn't make it on time

'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
When the bus is already there

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
An I-don't-have-to-run day
It's just another manic Monday

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
An I-don't-have-to-run day
It's just another manic Monday

...

There are just parts of this song that I could relate to. Every morning, this song plays a couple of times in my head. Darn... I loved yesterday... all day with Katrina...

Heck, it's just another manic Monday... back to work...

Friday, September 17, 2004

Driving Frankenstein

During my lunch break, me and Jerric went to Banawe to buy spare parts. He bought shocks for his Lancer, as well as belts for its 4G63 (Mitsubishi 4-cylinder, 2-liter engine commonly found in a Galant). I tried getting my hands on a torsion bar for the trunk of the car I'm currently using, but they're fresh out, even in surplus.

Was it a sad lunch break? Nah. On our way back, I got to test drive Jerric's Frankenstein Mitsubishi Lancer '89.

So what's in it? The car sports only 945 kilograms in stock form. It's a light car, just like mine (literally). Then, it has a 4G63 inside. Sure, it weighs 50 kilos extra, but has 160 pissed horses and lots of torque under the bonnet. It also has a Fujitsubo sports muffler (which, amazingly, was quiet below 2000 revs).

Shocks were squeaky (that's why he bought the shocks), the shifter was confusing, the clutch gripped too deep too early, and the brakes were too sensitive. Oh, and the seats weren't cozy (at least for me, besides, they were Recaro's - prime sports seats).

And that's all I have to complain about.

Acceleration on this car is effortless. I've driven a Cefiro and this monster runs easier, lighter, much more effortless. Plain splendid below 2000 revs.

After a while, I got along a clear straightaway. Since Jerric specifically requested me NOT to floor the throttle, I did only up to, say, 75 percent.

Wow.

The thing was a rocketship! I shifted at 4000 rpm, but the engine can still take it - as if it wanted more. It was pushing hard at me, harder than flooring anything I've driven before. Another shift at 3500 rpm, and the car is still pulling fast. Another shift at 3500 rpm made me grin with a remark, "Darn... that was fast."

After the test drive, I told him, "Nagrereklamo ka sa gastos mo dito?" He didn't have to.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Earthquake / Volcano

At around three in the morning, Katrina sent me an SMS telling me that there had been an earthquake. She mentioned also that it was a strong one as well (I wasn't awake to notice it). Thankfully, give credit to engineers who came up with retrofitting and other counter-earthquake devices, Robinson's Summit is still standing (and my hunnie is still in one piece).

Scary thing though is that this may be an indication that an active volcano is about to blow. Yep... Bulkang Mayon is known to be active recently.

Back in 1990, the folks here in the Philippines experienced a monster earthquake, ranging from a magnitude of 6 to 7 on the Richter scale. A year later, one of the worst (if not, the worst) volcanic eruptions occured - Mt. Pinatubo.

I hope that Mt. Mayon won't blow up soon. Think of the people...

** Side note: According to PHIVOLCS, the earthquake was measured at 6.2 on the Richter scale (that really was a rocker...). For more info, go to: http://news.inq7.net/breaking/index.php?index=2&story_id=11291

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Rising Above

I refuse to be incompetent. I refuse to be dumb. I refuse to stay low and inadequate. I refuse to be looked down upon. I refuse to be inferior. I refuse to be labeled or rated poorly by anyone.

Today, I will rise above, far higher than anyone here. I shall will me wings to take me to the sky. I will fly until I can see the corners of the earth. Then, they need not look down upon me, for I would have risen.

But when I rise, I will not leave them, but let them rise with me. If they will it, I will help them rise, for it is not me, but God who will give me wings. It is my obligation to make everyone else fly, for I am not alone on this earth.

So be it.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Stupid Days

Let's face it: every one of us has had at least one stupid day. Every once in a while, our IQ drops around ten to twenty points, leaving us dumbfounded when faced with problems we can normally solve in our, well, normal days.

Of course, this is normal. It is part of our biorhythmic cycle. In some days, you may notice that you are livelier than usual. At times, you may feel sluggish. This is due to our body chemistry which follows a cycle that results in how well we perform.

Yesterday, I had a stupid day. Aside from yesterday being a Monday (which, for some certain reason - probably the weekend hangover, we tend to be more sluggish compared to the other work days), I felt a sharp IQ drop.

Here's a scenario from yesterday: one of my bosses asked me to create a flowchart of a program to run on a handheld PC. So the initial, internal question for me was, "Ano nga ba ulit ang flowchart?"

How could I have forgotten what a flowchart is? I've created flowcharts for a reasonable time during college and should have mastered it, but there I was, wondering what that chart looked like.

And then it dawned on me, so I created one.

Upon accomplishing a draft, I presented it to my boss, only to receive a strange comment. "Hindi ba DFD 'yan? 'Di ba CS ka?"

Oh crap. Sad thing was I really did a flowchart (I had to check with Katrina later that night) and was not able to defend it due to uncertainties. If I were more intellectually competent for that day, I would have defended my work. Later on, my boss remarked something that didn't really comfort me.

"Sige. Pwede na 'yan."

In fact, it devastated me. Why wasn't I certain? It was as though I had a bad case of mental drain. Well... I did, actually. I was even asked if I really did study Computer Science. I did, didn't I? Heck, I can even say that I excelled at it somehow.

This morning (Tuesday, a day after Stupid Day), I received an e-mail regarding the flowchart, since I requested my boss for a standard - for sake of uniformity and future reference. I received an e-mail telling me that there is none.

So for today, I'm going to look up the internet for a standard flowchart. Sure, yesterday was a stupid day, but not today.

NOT today!

Friday, September 10, 2004

Performance Report

We're required to pass a Hoshin Planning Report (a report telling your bosses what you're aiming to achieve and what you've achieved for a given duration of time - in my case, from June to August). Just for the fun of it, I decided to post bits and pieces of the report to my blog.

So here's what I've been doing at work for the past three (3) months:

June to August 2004

List of Achievements:
- FI/CO: Created Aging Reports (AP & AR) for Batt Group using ABAP
- FI/CO: Created Aging Reports (AP & AR) for Food Group using ABAP
- FI/CO: Created Aging Report (AR) for Batt C&C Group using ABAP
- Created JUT Tribute Presentation

List of Trainings:
- Completed ABAP/SAPscript training
- Completed Hoshin/DMP training
- Completed Problem Solving training
- Completed Presentation Skills training

List of Competencies:
- Studied SAP HR Module
- Studied SWISH
- Studied Advanced ABAP Programming (for v3.0-4.5)
- Studied Virtual Terminal Interface (VTI)

Okay... time to assemble this mess up on the report...

Thursday, September 09, 2004

That Round Bread With Toppings

You know what that means? PIZZA!!! I have to say that I'm an avid fan of cheese (mozzarella, provolone, parmesan), sauce (be tomato, cream or others) and toppings over a yummy dough (foccacia, bread, or thin-crust). Heck, I can even turn to a mutant turtle over those things!

Basically, there are two kinds of pizza: Italian and American. Italian pizzas are mostly thin-crust pizzas based on foccacia dough. These are commonly mated with tomato sauce and mozzarella.

American pizzas, on the other hand, have thicker, softer bread dough as the base, mated with any topping they could ever imagine (although the formula of tomato, toppings and cheese is still the most common). Ever tried a mango and cream pizza?

On the local scene, here are my fave pizza flavors:

Pizza Hut - Super Supreme Stuffed Crust Pizza
Sbarro - White Cheese Pizza
Shakey's - Manager's Choice Pizza
Don Henrico's - Don Henrico's Supreme
Yellow Cab - Mushroom and Garlic
Pasto - Four-Cheese Pizza
Magoo's - Meat Lover's Pizza
Domino's - Meat Lover's Pizza
Pizza Inn (does it still exist?) - Mangoes and Cream Pizza

Darn... that made me hungry. *Salivates, drools.*

Too bad I'm on a diet, though...

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Precious Reminders

Whenever I would look at my right hand, I'll see this ring - a silver ring with a wavey line in the middle, measuring a twelfth of an inch - worn deep around my ring finger. Recently, it feels a little more loose than how it grabbed my finger just a few months back (indicator: less body fat).

It's been there for I-don't-know-how-long-already. I'd say it's been around my finger for more than a year already, and it hasn't left this finger either for that given period in time. Yes... literally around my ring finger for that long! You see, I never take it off at all. At first, I did, especially when I was going to sleep, but I keep on forgetting to put it back.

Long-term solution: wear the ring, never take it off.

Somehow, what the ring symbolizes is how I'm bonded with Katrina. It's something that, whenever I take a glance at it or touch it, even by merely acknowledging its presence at my right hand, I know that my heart belongs to her. It makes me wonder why I haven't taken it off for so long a time, despite the times I got mad at her (yes, that happens, too...). I guess it's just the fact that I love her too much just to take her off me, be it in my mind or wrapped around my finger.

Interpret it this way: in sunny or rainy weather, she'll still be my baby girl. Perhaps that's what this single wave on this ring is telling me. It's not always happy days, nor would there be an infinite downpour. What matters is how we go through these moments in our lives.

*Stares at ring, looks closely.*

You know what? The ring needs a little tarnish remover...

Monday, September 06, 2004

Fate

I recently bought the newest issue of Sport Compact Car (despite having the website as a link - besides, it's the October issue... four-hundred and twenty pesos... worth every peso...). I liked the issue. It gave me an alternative method of painting cars (using sandpaper and Krylon industrial anti-rust enamel spray paint), inspired me to go on with Project '73 Lancer despite protests from different factions (ever heard of a '67 Cooper Mini with a 230 horsepower Honda Integra engine?), and gave me a few more lessons on suspension tuning (rear-wheel drive drag setups must have softer suspension to absorb sudden start-up acceleration).

But something scared me, though. It's an article written by Josh Jacquot. The title of this blog is named after the title of his column.

And so I quote:

"Being a car guy is terminal. I discovered this last week while lying under an 18-year-old Dodge Omni GLHS. The Omni adventure is another story altogether that you'll read about in an upcoming issue, but the car guy part, well, that's a whole mess you and I and everyone else who picks up this magazine will be stuck with the rest of our lives.

"The latest realization came courtesy of a late-night wrenching session as brake fluid dripped from the dead Omni into my hair and eyes. I remembered, months before, swearing off this exact scenario. But it's fate. I can't escape it. And neither can you.

"The nasty fluid was leaking from part of the Mopar's brake system, which had been maligned with enough wrenches to make any mechanic toss up his arms in frustration. Nothing fit. You see, the brilliance behind the design of the Omni is the mishmash of metric and standard fasteners - and the fact that no fewer than 20 people before me had probably tried, and failed, to screw this particular piece together during the life of the uber-Omni. But that's not the point.

"The point is that I swore I'd never do this again. But there I was lying under an old, turbocharged, American econo-box in the middle of the night while it peed brake fluid into my hair. Again. I'm smarter than this, I thought. I've been this stupid before and lived to tell about it. Even worse, I'd promised to spare myself this level of stupidity and never again get involved in a last-minute car build. But I'm a car guy.

"And so were all the idiots lying there with me. In fact, most of them had been working on this Godforsaken hunk of crap for way too long. They were welding, cutting, grinding and turning themselves into a major nuisance to the neighbors at all hours of the night, weeks before I showed up. Several months of stupidity dragged into the waning hours before a race that didn't matter to anyone but us.

"I should've known better. Several of these idiots are old enough to be my father. They have real jobs. Jobs that don't involve ancient turbochargers, Mopar Super 60 computers or vacuum-advance distributors. Or Motul RBF 600. Even so, they were standing in puddles of the stuff, their faces wedged inside welder's shields, their hands covered with cuts. All this hours after putting their kids to bed, kissing their wives good night and walking out the door for a little automotive soul cleansing. Collectively, we aren't very smart. Car guys, that is.

"Even worse, several of these guys have been doing this for longer than I've been alive. It's a wonder they still have skin with all the solvents, fuels, and other toxins their bodies have encountered over the years. They're all on the Environmental Protection Agency's most wanted list. But they still love cars. And for some reason, so do I.

"And as I struggled to re-assemble the worst sliding caliper in the history of brake design, it all became clear. This isn't going away. If these guys are still willing to suffer through night after night of turbo Dodge insanity, then there's no way I'm going to escape with a lesser fate. It might not be turbo Dodges every time for me. Sometimes it will be a rally car. Sometimes it will be an SCC (Sport Compact Car) project car. And occasionally, it might even be my own car. But regardless of the machine, I'm doomed. Doomed to work on cars at all hours until I finally punch out like a sour connecting rod.

"And so are these guys. These so-called "friends." They'll be probably out there patching up some tired, old K-car late into their pathetically obsessed existence. They'll be sucking down unburned hydrocarbons, inhaling race fuel and irritating the neighbors at 3 a.m. until they run out of boost. Judging by their current level of ambition, that won't be anytime soon.

"And if you're reading this, you're destined for a similar fate. So don't forget it. Get yourself a lifetime supply of Fast Orange hand cleaner and a good fingernail brush. And while you're at it, find a tolerant spouse. 'Cause you're a car guy. Deal with it."

After reading this, I asked myself, "Am I also doomed?" Hours before reading this article, I dismantled the filter element and carburetor off my dad's '89 Lancer, took off a wheel to peek at the shocks, springs and disc brakes, and studied the engine-to-transmission connection - all for the fun of it.

Am I also doomed?

Friday, September 03, 2004

After Twenty-one Months...

Kami pa rin!!! =)

Happy 21st monthsary, Katrina May!!! Mwah!!!

Wab yu!!! =)

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Third Month at Work

It's been three months since I first came to Ramcar. Right now, I'm not quite sure whether I'm happy with my work here. Perhaps things are slow right now, or there's nothing here yet that really is challenging.

I've been studying the VTI (Virtual Terminal Interface), which is a Java-based interface designed to connect a SAP server to anything that can run a Java applet (PC's, Pocket PC's, cellphones, barcode readers, etc.). I've been studying ABAP as well. Right now, I'm still aiming for the SAP certification thing - something that, hopefully, will spike up my salary here.

Quite recently, I've become a ten-thousandaire. Yep... ten thousand smackers saved from work. Sooner or later, I'll be a nine-thousandaire again though. Been planning to watch Baby the Musical (Lea Salonga, Agot Isidro, etc.) with Katrina.

There's something bothering me, though... why did Katrina write in her blog that something is off with our relationship? I saw that, too. One sure thing is that we both have less energy since we started working. The other is that, despite separate environments, we have only a few stories to share. There's also the serious reduction of quality time together (we used to be with each other every day - in class, at her place), thanks to contrasting schedules. Do I have a fault on this? Or is it the relatively new environment we're in? Is it the seemingly routinized working lives we live?

I'm not letting go. There's always a solution to everything.

...

Hmm... guess I'm not one happy camper for today...