Kabaka Library
July 2, 2009
Unity in diversity
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
UP Diliman University Library Sudent Assistant
from Ms. Eimee.
The UP Diliman University Library is in need of full time/part-time Student Assistants (SA). The current rate is P30/hour. Depending on the section, the duties of the SA include, but are not limited to, the following:
* Paging of library materials
* Shelving
* Shelf-reading
* Inventory
* Manning the control desk
* Manning the circulation desk
* Encoding
* Filing
Privileges:
* Free Internet Use
* 50% discount on printouts
Requirements:
* At least 2nd Year College
* No 5’s or Inc. during the previous semester
* Has at least 60 hours/month (for part-time) or 120 hours/month (for full time) library duty
Please proceed to the Librarian’s Office, 2/F Gonzalez Hall, UP Diliman if you’re interested. You may also call them at 9818500 loc. 2852 and ask for Gilda or Mylene.
The UP Diliman University Library is in need of full time/part-time Student Assistants (SA). The current rate is P30/hour. Depending on the section, the duties of the SA include, but are not limited to, the following:
* Paging of library materials
* Shelving
* Shelf-reading
* Inventory
* Manning the control desk
* Manning the circulation desk
* Encoding
* Filing
Privileges:
* Free Internet Use
* 50% discount on printouts
Requirements:
* At least 2nd Year College
* No 5’s or Inc. during the previous semester
* Has at least 60 hours/month (for part-time) or 120 hours/month (for full time) library duty
Please proceed to the Librarian’s Office, 2/F Gonzalez Hall, UP Diliman if you’re interested. You may also call them at 9818500 loc. 2852 and ask for Gilda or Mylene.
Basic Digital Photography Workshop 3
UPLSAA and UPLISSA present:
Basic Digital Photography Workshop
Speaker: Nap Apolinario
UP School of Library and Information Studies (UPSLIS)
UP Diliman, Quezon City
27 June 2009
9 am - 12 nn
Note: Me having fun with tub of vaseline on the filter. Trip lang. Some pics by carina.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Y4IT 09
Reposting from Ida.
School invites here.
Y4IT site here - http://y4it.up.edu.ph.
"Now on its 7th year, the Philippine Youth Congress in Information Technology or Y4iT is expected to be bigger and better. Last year's Y4iT was held in UP Diliman and was the most successful event organized by the UP ITTC and UP SITF in cooperation with PSITE, CSP, and the UP ITTC Student Volunteer Corps. The sponsors included Sun, JEDI, Microsoft, Acer, and Fujitsu Ten. An estimated 18,000 senior high school and college students, IT professionals, members of the academe, and IT enthusiasts attended. Also, all 70 invited speakers were present."
School invites here.
Y4IT site here - http://y4it.up.edu.ph.
"Now on its 7th year, the Philippine Youth Congress in Information Technology or Y4iT is expected to be bigger and better. Last year's Y4iT was held in UP Diliman and was the most successful event organized by the UP ITTC and UP SITF in cooperation with PSITE, CSP, and the UP ITTC Student Volunteer Corps. The sponsors included Sun, JEDI, Microsoft, Acer, and Fujitsu Ten. An estimated 18,000 senior high school and college students, IT professionals, members of the academe, and IT enthusiasts attended. Also, all 70 invited speakers were present."
Happy, just happy - JN09 Yoyo Mods Contest
Just wanna share coz I'm happy. :D
I entered this project - http://gorilla.multiply.com/journal/item/313 for the Japan Nationals 2009 Yoyo Mods Contest.
DCP Spin Killer Chris Makita, who's based in Japan, suggested that I join. And through him I did.
I got a special award. :D
I have Chris to thank for making this possible. Thanks buddy!
Link to translated page - http://tinyurl.com/JN09Mods
Link to original page - http://skonworld.blog105.fc2.com
I entered this project - http://gorilla.multiply.com/journal/item/313 for the Japan Nationals 2009 Yoyo Mods Contest.
DCP Spin Killer Chris Makita, who's based in Japan, suggested that I join. And through him I did.
I got a special award. :D
I have Chris to thank for making this possible. Thanks buddy!
Link to translated page - http://tinyurl.com/JN09Mods
Link to original page - http://skonworld.blog105.fc2.com
Monday, June 22, 2009
German Cut: Vis-a-vis
This is the second in a series of posts chronicling my quest to go out of the country for the first time. My first post regarding this is here: http://gorilla.multiply.com/journal/item/322. It was about my passport. This is about the VISA.
I had to take the long walk from the Language Center to the Embassy. It was hot out. Maybe that explains why I'm now deliriously running a fever. It's either that or the ZONROX I almost swallowed yesterday or the copious amounts of Elmer's Glue I huffed in high school have all come back to haunt me.
Seems there was something wrong with my VISA photo. Seems my passport photo with blue background won't do. The VISA photo had to have a white or light background. I had the photos taken at a photo place in SM Southmall the day before so I wasn't expecting any trouble.
Ma'am Lorie had asked me to personally hand-carry the photos to Ma'am Sherry just to make sure it gets to be included in my papers.
The embassy was located a couple of stone's throws away from the Languager Center (think 5 to 10 olympic javelin throws). It was at the 24th floor of one of the buildings in Makati. The place was well lit and had decent airconditioning. The wait was tedious, definitely nothing to write home about, though. I had been waiting for about 30 minutes for counter 4 to open when my number came up over the PA system.
His name was Derrick. He was wearing a tight green shirt. From what I can see, it was nippy at his side of the bulletproof glass which separated applicant from Embassy staff. The counter had a one-way drawer which is only open from either side of the glass. It's either open on your side, or his side only. You drop your documents, he pulls a lever to close the drawer and it opens on his side. Viola! Your documents are at his perusal. The drawer openned at my side and he instructed me to drop in my photos.
"What's your name?" he asked. I answered. "And your birthday?" I answered again.
After a couple of seconds of fiddling with the keyboard he looks at me and says, "We have no record of your VISA application with us. Are you sure you submitted it already?"
I explained to him that Ma'am Lorie of the Language Center had asked me to personally hand-carry the photos to Ma'am Sherry.
"Why are you coursing your application through the Language Center?" he asked, obviously peeved. "If it's a VISA application it should be coursed directly here, at the Embassy." I could only nod.
"Do you know where the word VISA comes from?" he asked. "It's from the french word vis-à-vis which literally means 'face to face'," he said as one of his eyebrows started to raise. So did one of mine. "It's the government's way of seeing you face-to-face, an agreement or contract of trust that you won't do anything stupid in our country," he opined. "But," I started to butt in, "I'm going to Germany, not France." He paused... "Sabagay."
He dropped a piece of paper into his side of the drawer then pulled a lever. I took that paper when the drawer opened at my side. "Write your name, please. Sit down for a moment, I'll ask Ma'am Sherry about this."
After a few minutes he returned.
"Is this really you?" he asked, looking intently at my VISA photo. I nodded. "It doesn't look like you." I executed my patented smile. "Ahhh.... It is you."
After writing down some notes he looked at me again with a questioning look. "Aren't you Cody Havoline of the P3 boyband of the 90's?" he asked. I nodded again. "Boy, were you guys good. Walang panama sina David Archuleta at Adam Glambert sa inyo kung noon sila sumikat at nakipagsabayan sa inyo." I could only smile.
"How are the others?" he queried.
"Well, Brad Barbula and Dodong Diesel are now married. Not to each other, though," I said, starting to reminisce the good ole times. "Saver, the wonder dog, our front act, died some time ago. We miss him. Our biggest fan Roger still keeps a blog about our exploits somewhere. And Vince Valvolene, formerly Ryan Rev-X, is still out there, still his old philandering self. He's never been the same since that incident with the Music Mag Source reporter Rafael Anthony Saguid."
"So what have you been up to lately?" he asked as he propped his chin on his hands.
"Well, I'm still doing stuff for the Bipolar Bears and Behind the Crimson Door. The Bipolar Bears will be releasing Nocturnal Journal any time soon." A deafening buzzer jolted both of us back to reality. His supervisor, as it turned out it was Ma'am Sherry, started to approach. After looking at Derrick's monitor she looked at me and smiled. "Oh, it's Sir Cody." She looked at Derrick, "Make sure his papers go through. His visit to our country will definitely be a feather in the cap for international relations," she said, smiled and walked away.
"Can I ask about quarantine? Will we be quarantined when we get there?" I started to ask. "Coz it seems that when I return I'd have to go on self-quarantine for a week." Derrick looked at me then answered, without even batting an eyelash, "C'mon, A(H1N1) is just a simple flu which has you squealing like a pig when your fever reaches 40 degrees. I don't think you have anything to worry about. You filipinos just have a way of being overacting sometimes." He did some encoding for a while then paused.
"Okay sir, I think your papers will be in order some time soon. Just leave these photos with me," he assured. "Thank you," I said, gratefully.
"Oh, by the way," Derrick said over the PA system as I was walking away. "Do you have an extra photo?" I was fumbling through my pockets as I made my way back to the counter. "My niece is a big fan of yours. Can you sign it for her?"
"How old is your niece?" I asked. "She's 42," he answered. "Actually I'm a bit confused if she's my niece or my aunt or both." Oooookay... Too much information...
I gladly signed one of my extra photos and dropped it in the counter drawer. "Do you have another one? I'd like to have one for my own, bragging rights, you know," he asked coyly.
I fished out another photo and signed it for him. It had a simple message: Derrick, hope our paths will cross again. With Love, Cody Havoline. P3.
I smiled, dropped it into the drawer too and made my way out of the embassy as I saw Derrick neatly tucking away my photo in his wallet.
Good times.
I wonder what Germany has in store for me.
I had to take the long walk from the Language Center to the Embassy. It was hot out. Maybe that explains why I'm now deliriously running a fever. It's either that or the ZONROX I almost swallowed yesterday or the copious amounts of Elmer's Glue I huffed in high school have all come back to haunt me.
Seems there was something wrong with my VISA photo. Seems my passport photo with blue background won't do. The VISA photo had to have a white or light background. I had the photos taken at a photo place in SM Southmall the day before so I wasn't expecting any trouble.
Ma'am Lorie had asked me to personally hand-carry the photos to Ma'am Sherry just to make sure it gets to be included in my papers.
The embassy was located a couple of stone's throws away from the Languager Center (think 5 to 10 olympic javelin throws). It was at the 24th floor of one of the buildings in Makati. The place was well lit and had decent airconditioning. The wait was tedious, definitely nothing to write home about, though. I had been waiting for about 30 minutes for counter 4 to open when my number came up over the PA system.
His name was Derrick. He was wearing a tight green shirt. From what I can see, it was nippy at his side of the bulletproof glass which separated applicant from Embassy staff. The counter had a one-way drawer which is only open from either side of the glass. It's either open on your side, or his side only. You drop your documents, he pulls a lever to close the drawer and it opens on his side. Viola! Your documents are at his perusal. The drawer openned at my side and he instructed me to drop in my photos.
"What's your name?" he asked. I answered. "And your birthday?" I answered again.
After a couple of seconds of fiddling with the keyboard he looks at me and says, "We have no record of your VISA application with us. Are you sure you submitted it already?"
I explained to him that Ma'am Lorie of the Language Center had asked me to personally hand-carry the photos to Ma'am Sherry.
"Why are you coursing your application through the Language Center?" he asked, obviously peeved. "If it's a VISA application it should be coursed directly here, at the Embassy." I could only nod.
"Do you know where the word VISA comes from?" he asked. "It's from the french word vis-à-vis which literally means 'face to face'," he said as one of his eyebrows started to raise. So did one of mine. "It's the government's way of seeing you face-to-face, an agreement or contract of trust that you won't do anything stupid in our country," he opined. "But," I started to butt in, "I'm going to Germany, not France." He paused... "Sabagay."
He dropped a piece of paper into his side of the drawer then pulled a lever. I took that paper when the drawer opened at my side. "Write your name, please. Sit down for a moment, I'll ask Ma'am Sherry about this."
After a few minutes he returned.
"Is this really you?" he asked, looking intently at my VISA photo. I nodded. "It doesn't look like you." I executed my patented smile. "Ahhh.... It is you."
After writing down some notes he looked at me again with a questioning look. "Aren't you Cody Havoline of the P3 boyband of the 90's?" he asked. I nodded again. "Boy, were you guys good. Walang panama sina David Archuleta at Adam Glambert sa inyo kung noon sila sumikat at nakipagsabayan sa inyo." I could only smile.
"How are the others?" he queried.
"Well, Brad Barbula and Dodong Diesel are now married. Not to each other, though," I said, starting to reminisce the good ole times. "Saver, the wonder dog, our front act, died some time ago. We miss him. Our biggest fan Roger still keeps a blog about our exploits somewhere. And Vince Valvolene, formerly Ryan Rev-X, is still out there, still his old philandering self. He's never been the same since that incident with the Music Mag Source reporter Rafael Anthony Saguid."
"So what have you been up to lately?" he asked as he propped his chin on his hands.
"Well, I'm still doing stuff for the Bipolar Bears and Behind the Crimson Door. The Bipolar Bears will be releasing Nocturnal Journal any time soon." A deafening buzzer jolted both of us back to reality. His supervisor, as it turned out it was Ma'am Sherry, started to approach. After looking at Derrick's monitor she looked at me and smiled. "Oh, it's Sir Cody." She looked at Derrick, "Make sure his papers go through. His visit to our country will definitely be a feather in the cap for international relations," she said, smiled and walked away.
"Can I ask about quarantine? Will we be quarantined when we get there?" I started to ask. "Coz it seems that when I return I'd have to go on self-quarantine for a week." Derrick looked at me then answered, without even batting an eyelash, "C'mon, A(H1N1) is just a simple flu which has you squealing like a pig when your fever reaches 40 degrees. I don't think you have anything to worry about. You filipinos just have a way of being overacting sometimes." He did some encoding for a while then paused.
"Okay sir, I think your papers will be in order some time soon. Just leave these photos with me," he assured. "Thank you," I said, gratefully.
"Oh, by the way," Derrick said over the PA system as I was walking away. "Do you have an extra photo?" I was fumbling through my pockets as I made my way back to the counter. "My niece is a big fan of yours. Can you sign it for her?"
"How old is your niece?" I asked. "She's 42," he answered. "Actually I'm a bit confused if she's my niece or my aunt or both." Oooookay... Too much information...
I gladly signed one of my extra photos and dropped it in the counter drawer. "Do you have another one? I'd like to have one for my own, bragging rights, you know," he asked coyly.
I fished out another photo and signed it for him. It had a simple message: Derrick, hope our paths will cross again. With Love, Cody Havoline. P3.
I smiled, dropped it into the drawer too and made my way out of the embassy as I saw Derrick neatly tucking away my photo in his wallet.
Good times.
I wonder what Germany has in store for me.
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