The Evolution of Android Man! :)

The technology really hit the world. You see, there are so many gadgets that have been created than human and we gladly embrace all of them.

Android has been one of the popular thing today. We witness its fast evolution and its amazing transitions from one to another.

Cupcake 1.5

When I was young, I really love eating cupcakes that I could buy to any stores with our area, and I never ever imagine that one day, it will be seminal not because of its softest and sweetness, but because of its uses in our cellular phones. 

Donut 1.6

It is one of our favorite food that is circular and has a hole to the center, with different flavor of course! But just like Cupcake, Donuts entered our Techi lives. What about the hole in it?

Eclair 2.0-2.1

Whats with this? I seriously doesn't have any idea what Eclair was, until I typed it in Google and tadaaa! I have an answer! And according to it, it is a small, soft, log-shaped pastry filled with cream and typically topped with chocolate icing. When will I could have this one? :)

Gingerbread 2.3 -2.3.2 and 2.3.3-2.3.7 

Whenever I think of it, the first thing that comes to my mind is, the large Gingerbread in Shrek Movie. Haha. So we usually see this in holiday seasons, a cake with something on it (I dunno what is that) and a flavoring of ginger. Cool. Anyway, what is the relevance of it to Android Gadgets?

Honeycomb 3.0-3.2

A hexagonal cells of wax made by bees to stored their hones and eggs. Yea right, don't ever think of bothering it. You'll be dead. The bees and their King Jollibee will kill ya. Hoho.

Jellybean 4.1-4.3 

It might be one of the candies we use to see in our Candy Crush games. A jelly with the shaped of bean. My phone is a Jellybean Android. ;)

Kitkat 4.4

All of us loves Kitkat, and I know that we also love the Kitkat Android in the market. How it works and how fast it is. Yum! :)

Thanks for those sites for the images. :)

Spoiled Jane

December 28, 2013

Alright. I am a spoiled brat. Being a youngest child in the family made me to be like this, which is usually for some families. There are some of reasons why I consider myself as a spoiled one:

1. My parents give what I want. Oh well, not all things, of course. But they never fail to give me what they think would please me. I asked for a complete set of brand new desktop, they gave it. I asked for a laptop, which was owned by my brother-in-law before, they gave it. I asked for a brand new phone, they gave it. I ask for money, they give it.
2. They support me on what I think are my passions. When I told them that I wanna step up higher than normal people, they agreed. I took up BS Architecture, which are not an easy course and a very expensive one. From its tuition fees to its drafting tools that are needed. Being an Architecture Student is not an easy thing. You have to endure those sleepless nights, buy some extravagant materials for the projects, and bear all the sermons of my elder sister whenever I skip to do some house chores.
3. They always make keep safe. You see, I am not so healthy person. I was first confined at the age of one because I had joint injury near the thigh, then had my 50/50 dengue when I was in kinder, been in the hospital again in my first grade as had my joint injury again in my elbow, then was confined when I was 17 by my second time in dengue, was admitted again for my third time in dengue last 2012 and then the very recent and worst of all, I was diagnosed to have a Severe Major Depression Disorder last July 2013. They always do their best to keep me out of the danger zone, and because of those things, they've been very protective to me.

I will always be blessed for having them, though most of the times, I've hurt them. I mess around and they are the one who catch me from falling. I love them with all my heart. J

Panginoon, Patawarin Mo Ako

December 22, 2013 11:11 PM

“You are my shield, my strength, my portion, deliverer, my shelter, strong tower, my very present help of need”

My Lord, please forgive me. I have been weak. I’ve been blind. I was lost.

Nag kamali ako. Marami akong nagawang di maganda sa buhay ko. Hindi ko alam kung paano ba ako babawi sa mga maling desisyon na nagawa ko, sa mga taong nasaktan ko, sa mga bagay na pinaka sinungalingan ko, sa mga taong kina inggitan ko, sa mga material na bagay na hinangad ko, sa pamilya at mga kaibigan ko, at lalo nap o Sainyo, Pangioon.

Marahil ito ang paraan mo para katukin ako at ipaalala sakin na nariyan Ka, na huwag akong makakalimot Saiyo. Panginoon, binigo ko Kayo sa napakaraming maling bagay na nagawa ko.

Ninais at ninanais ko paring bumitaw, kitilin ang sariling buhay, tapusin ang biyayang Ikaw ang nag handog. Duwag ako. Walang pag kakaila iyon. Naging mahina ako. Nawala sa isip ko na Ikaw lamang ang makaka tulong at hihilom sa matagal ng sugatan na puso ko. Panginoo, ano ang dapat kong gawin?

Nag tatampo ako Saiyo. Alam ito ng mga taong nasa paligid ko. Dahil alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako nag duda sa kakayahan Mo sa mga nakalipas na panahon ng buhay ko at ang tanging nais ko lamang ay kapayapaan ng aking isipan. Ngunit dahil hindi ko ito makamtan at maramdaman, mas pinili kong magalit, mag mukmok, at bumitaw sa pag kalinga Mo.

May mga iilang tao ang nag sasabi na sakin noon pa man na mahina ang pananampalataya ko. Madalas ko itong idepensa, paulit ulit sinasabi sakanila na mali sila, pagkat hindi nila nalalaman kung gaano ako nag dedepende Saiyong pag mamahal. Pero bakit nitong mga nakaraang lingo, iniisip ko kung tama nga ba sila at hindi na Ikaw ang mundo ko?

Ako ay nag kakasala Saiyo ng paulit ulit. Noon ako’y isang deboto ng Simbang Gabi, miyembro ng choir sa tahanan Mo, isa sa mga mang await ng banda at kumindad na nag lilingkod Saiyo, ngunit tinalikuran ko ang lahat ng ito. Natakot ako. Napagod akong umasa at maniwala na magagawa kong umahon mula sa pag kakalunog ko sa mga pag subok na ito. Nananatili ako sa kadiliman at pinipili ko na paniwalaang kinalimutan Mo na ako. Panginoon, magulo pa rin ang isip ko. Patawarin Mo ako.

“They don’t know that I came running home when I fall down. They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around. I drop my sword and look for His smile. Cause deep inside this armor is, the warrior is a child”

Sakabila ng mga maling gawain at paniniwalaang ito, alam ko sa aking puso na hindi Ka parin nawawala. Huwag po sanang husgahan ako ng ibang tao dahil lamang sa mga maling gawain na ito, bagkus, akayin nila ako sa tamang daan patungo Saiyo.

Walang hanggan ang aking pag sasalamat sa pag kakaloob mo sakin ng napaka mapag mahal at mapag unawang pamilya. Sila ang tanging kinakapitan ko sa ganitong panahon na nang hihina ako. Napaka mapalad ko at nag karoon ako ng pamilyang tulad nila.

Kanina, ang mga salita at payo mula sa aking mga magulang ang nag tulak sakin para gawin ito. Ipinaalala nila sa pamagitan ng pag mamahal nila na mapalad ako sa pag mamahal na ibinibigay Mo.

Sa aking Tatay at Nanay na hindi nag sasawang unawain ako at mahalin ako sakabila ng mga pag kakamali ko, maraming salamat.

Sa aking mga kapatid, Ate Phen, Ate Jho, Ate Yhong, Bebe, na hindi napapagod making sa mga hinaing ko sa buhay at patuloy na nag papaya sakin kahit madalas kong balewalain ang mga sinasabi nila, salamat.

Sa pamilya kong ito na naniniwala parin na magagawa kong umahon, kahit ako mismo sinukuan na ang sarili ko. Salamat.

At Saiyo Panginoon ko, na walang hanggan ang pag mamahal. Maraming salamat po at patawarin mo ako.

Sir Jaron; An Inspiration from CCP Admission Office

November 21, 2013

Today, I’ve met a very inspiring person. I went to my current school to drop all my subjects because of my medical conditions, because my parents and my doctor advised me to stay at home, be monitored by time to time, and rest. They thought that I could be treated well by isolating myself from all stresses and pressures outside the real world.

Anyway, I’ve met this person because I was arranging my dropping documents to have a chance to refund my tuition I already paid for down payment. As I went to the admission office, I was told to wait for the director who’s in charge of signing my request.

He’s name is Jose Ronaldo ‘Jaron’ E. Agustin, Director for Admission. Of course he asked me what was my reason, so I told him. He shared his own experience. He was also diagnosed to have a Depression just like what I have, but mine is yeah, worst than his. He went for counseling, took medications and therapies. But the best part of his stories is how he helped himself to raise again. We talked for almost one a half hour. I was crying really hard while he kept on saying inspirational things about life. He even showed some quotations, medications and poems to convince me that I should continue schooling. I was with Nanay and she just sat there, allowing us to talk.

I could not detail all words he has said, but I will always be thankful that I’ve met him, that I had a chance to talk to him before I finally leave the school. He told me that he will support me and he is even willing to help me to start all over again, that I could drop in his office sometimes if I needed someone to talk to. Before we left, I told him that he inspired me more than my doctor could, then he gave me a dark chocolate flavor of Toblerene and asked me to eat it, think everything what should I do then sleep peacefully.

I am very grateful that there’s some people like him never get tired of telling and encouraging me that I should because some things will come, in God’s perfect time, that should just hold on to my faith and everything will fall out in to its right places. 

To him, Sir Jaron, thank you so much for letting me be heard your stories, to be able to met and talked to you. I am so glad that God allow us to meet, so you could inspire me. You become an eye-opener to me. God bless you more, so you could still inspire a lot of people.

Now, I talked to my family and asked for their permission to allow me to try attending classes once more. I promise this time that I will really try my best to behave and not to think for bad ideas.

I know I will survive, I know I could lift from the ground, I could be okay as long as I have my loving and very supportive family, and also, to those people who never judge and let me feel their presence. Thank you for everything.

Bangon Pilipinas; Tulong Na, Tabang Na, Tayo Na

November 13, 2013 9:04 PM

We've been watching different news in any stations, been hearing bad news and hurtful scenarios which make us cry and it all because of Typhoon Yolanda.

Other articles have already tackled the details about the said typhoon that destroyed the lives of many people in the central area of the Philippines. They've been counting and making coverage of the dead people there. They also told and explain us how it happened. That news really softens our hearts, especially us, Filipinos.

As my family witnessed the painful experience of the people in Visayas, because we’re also one of the victims of Typhoon Ondoy back in 2009, we have felt their pain and suffering. You can overhear their voices, asking for helps to all of us.

That’s why my family decides to give our simple help to them. We have talked that we will pack all our unused but usable clothes for them. We will also add diapers for the babies, sanitary napkins for the women, alcohols and others things. We will give it straight to the ABS-CBN as our donation, hopefully this coming Sunday, which happen to be my 21^st birthday.

As we planned those things, I've already asked some people to reach out their help for the victims. They really need everything that we could give. But most importantly, they need our prayers.

Let us pray for the souls of the lives who passed away because of the typhoon and the strength for their family. God didn't punish us, just like other nations thought. He loves us and He will provide. He will just let us be strong enough to face and rise again after those different tragedies. Filipino people will survive all these trials with a smile on their faces.

God bless us all. Mama Mary loves us.

Peace of Mind while Goya Chocolate in the Other Hand

November 13, 2013 9:08 AM

O yea. I’m in the school right now. My only class for this day at 7:30 in the morning up to 1:30 in the afternoon is Architectural Design 7, yet I am here in the balcony, sitting, waiting and still waiting.

I went out for a walk. I was looking for a computer shop near the area, but I found nothing. I feel so kinda bored of their class system. It’s been a week since the class opening and I haven’t meets any of my subjects’ instructors.

Earlier, I approached a man, asked and befriend him. He’s name is Isaac, a returnee student who worked for so long and then decided to study again. He’s married and has a child. He’s the first person that I've approached in my new life. We have talked about our different experiences in the field of Architecture. I was very impressed to all of his experiences in our field.

I am happy and glad that I've met and able to talked to a new person. I've just realized that I starting to like this place, the school campus, the silence, the schedule, the breeze and air, the peace I am feeling right now.

Something Changed

November 07, 2013 5:50 PM

I left the school as soon as I realized that I won’t be okay alone, went home, and then left again. I just talked to someone who had been very special to me and I just thought that he could give me good mood because I’ve been very sad and crying since this morning. But something changed.

I won’t detail the scenario here because I still wanna protect the person’s identity. We talked, we laughed just like the old times, and then something has changed.

From teasing each other, we went to the crucial part, which are the serious matters between the two of us. He talked and explains everything that we should have tackled a long time ago. I remained silent, trying to keep my tears away. But as he goes farther, the emotion went down and ate me. I cried a lot. I was crying and I just have to hold me and explain again. It was very painful. The conversation was so sad. I really got hurt. He hugged me, kissed me and told me that we have to focus on what we have right now. He is already committed and very contented to his girl. I told him I am happy for them, but I know in my heart I don’t.

He was convincing me to fight and move forward. That past is past. I was still crying when he kissed and hugged me once more.

I left the place, I still the pain, yet I feel stronger after our conversation. I won’t deny that he help me to realize something, that something has changed. That I gotta go to what my life right now.

He will always be special to me. He was my best friend and my little brother before, and then turned to be my boyfriend in the year 2010. We’ve been separated for years, but I know he will stay concern to whatever’s happening to me.

To him, thank you so much for loving me then, for understanding and accepting the real me. Thank you for making me realize that love is wonderful. I love you always.

And by the way, if you have read this post, I will tell you that his name is John Vanielle Navato.