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I wish I could be your tear drops,
for what more could anyone
ask for than to be
conceived in your heart,
born in your eyes,
live on your cheeks,
and die on your lips.

grabbed from CrownLord’s post in FaceBook

this one is an interesting tale about how one of our clients ceased to communicate with us for a long period of time.

that longest lull came to be at eight incommunicado years.

you would think that the BOSS Payroll Software that we have installed way back in 2000 has already stopped working.

it was in 2002 that we ceased getting any messages… since then, no words or whatever came to us.

one beautiful day in August of 2010, we received a phone call from the said client and they needed some help from us.

the way it is, they wanted to transfer the BOSS payroll system into a new PC.

something that can be done by any other technicians, not necessarily from our “service team”.

as they insisted that we be the one to do it for them, we were obliged to ask for the reason.

it was the most funny reason that can ever be… “our mouse is not working anymore”, they said.

how in heaven’s name can that be a compelling reason for us to be the only one who can fix that mouse?

it happened that the mouse that they have is a serial mouse connected to a circa 1997 PC.

so, it came to be that the problem is not merely the mouse, it is that there is no such model of a mouse that is available for sale  in the market anymore.

as we further advised them, they can use the keyboard to copy their BOSS Payroll System from that “old PC” into a usb memory stick.

but this is another issue, the OLD PC has no USB port to which you can connect a memory stick.

so it seems, there is just no other way but for us to do the transfer ourselves so that they will not have to face the dread of another technician bungling the transfer of the 8+ years of precious data from their old hard disk into a new PC.

the meet ends in a hopeful  plentiful more years of BOSS payroll handling for them with some little paychecks for us…

and as i said, this  isn’t a love story, but meeting a long lost client after 8 years feels like it.

this is my MOUSE Story

there were two events that took place on the 23rd of August that is both disturbing to my attention.

the first one was a car accident that happened and injured one of my new associate, and of course, the other one is the hostage-taking.

in both cases, the result will surely put a scar on the minds of those people directly involved in the incidents.

if we have to put a parallel on both events, you would say that both came close to putting an end to one’s life which it actually did to some eight HongKong nationals.

the first one though is uncontainable by human intervention while the hostage crisis is tenable by a good leadership direction.

but if we are to delude on these experiences just for the sake of some discussion, and let us say that we assume that the first one can become a ‘managed accident’ and the second as a ’spontaneous hostage act’… how well do we think can these episodes become less dreadful than it already was.

if we start on the accident and as a managed one… and say we have no control on the ‘impact factors’ but only on the tempo and duration of the accident and also the calibration of airbags and seatbelt activators.

i could imagine these scenarios to happen.

when the car was finally swerving to the opposite direction of the “hit” and in order to minimize the slambang effect… you are to micro manage if you are to release the airbag in one-go or have it blown, half-way at a time in order not to hurt the individual sitting on the front seats.  of course, since you also seen the emerging accident, you may now have to tighten the seatbelt in full so as to help in securing the position of the passenger.  the gas pedal is also a contention here since you may opt to gas-up to fully avoid the collission or you may end up adding to the force of the slam.

these are little decisions that you can make since you have known after the accident that the passenger was severly hurt by the airbag and the seatbelt tightened only at the instance of the impact.

quite circumstancial and never to be concurred since it will be hard to re-create the same instance again.

the design of the airbag and seatbelts produces its desired result — to save the lives of the passengers and minimize the injuries… not necessarily to completely make the passengers unharmed since releasing those accident peripherals will really mean some forceful eventualities that can cause injuries to any human’s frail body.

the point here is that, when you have designed the right equipments, and calculated the forces involved in a collission… you will only need one more thing — that is prayer to really escape a bad hatch.  no amount of ‘micro managing’ can determine your luck, anything can always go the other way.

now, going about a spontaneous hostage drama will come like this…

a hostage taker will be there together with his victims, a little show of force and surprise… a setting inside a house or a bus… a demand and a deadline.

if this will be all streaming in your face and you are tasked to decide.  you will look into the situation of the victims, their chances of escape.  then, after getting to nowhere, will be led on the demand.

if this gets to be doable, and much less of a weight than the lives of the hostages.  you will end up writing an accord about agreeing to some extent and putting some diminutive demands of your own just in order to level your score with the hostage taker.

if the terrorist agreed, you can even lower your demand yourself to ensure a good finish.

this, without having to think in anyway about your own reserves.

why do you have to? you are more powerful and the hostage taker is into this because this is his only way to deliver his message across.

there isn’t a way for you to diminish your status or equate your strength with him.  these are all given in this kind of situation.

if you have to have it shrewdly managed, unlike making decisions spontaneously like the one as stated above… you might end up with so many other opinions delving on issues other than the topic of the hostage taker’s demand and the lives of victims at stake.

this should mean that you will only need a little prayer than when you are faced with in an accident.

the event will happen a little longer than it would in an accident, but will have a happier ending.

you will not need a veteran of a person for this spontaneous hostage-taking event.  but it will help if you are one.  what more if you are a high-ranking personality.

while at these, you might think that i am stressing a better way to handle this situation, and banking on the reason of a recent failure that i am showing a path different from what was dismal.

but my point here is to have a different situation like a ‘managed accident‘ and a ‘spontaneous hostage-taking‘.

why does it make sense that you can both be lucky if you are praying hard enough and with definite goals on each instance.

to the accident, the standard car peripherals can save your life as it did to my associate.

and to the hostage taking, just a standard reply to a demand could have stirred us to a happy ending.

in real life, there is no such animal called “managed car accident” … but we can have both a spontaneous or a micro managed “hostage event”. 

do you think that my rejoinder here is beyond comprehension?

i would think that it is not, and i am still wondering why the problem of Mendoza was not pursued within the ambit of the Mendoza Episode, his issues which is so petty vis à vis those tourists’ lives.

you will begin to realize that, the demand was forgotten and the hostages’ safety was not really put on top of the decision-making.

we lost eight, nine including Mendoza’s.

how then do you think that the Ombudsman, the Media, Isko, Tulfo, Lim, DILG and the others bungled this?  they didn’t ? but in the first place, we lost track of the demand.

we now lost a lot, and stands to lose some more… i pray not.

“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government,
so let us tie the second down with the chains of the Constitution
so the second will not become the legalized version of the first.”

seems like the last day of registration has to come through this day of the 31st Oct 2009.

i have no doubt that having the final day should always come in this kind of procedure.  you can’t really wait forever for most of the procrastinators.

but, looking at it on a more patriotic, or maybe more responsible or just let us say more accommodating way.  the deadline should have been extended with better focus on the logistics and number forecasts.

i came doing my own registration in a span of around 2 hours, and looking at it on the initial time that i faced and joined the crowd in the queue.  i felt retreating, felt helpless in what could seem a frustrating excercise.

but there is just no way that i would have to fold back and i insisted on my mind that a day would have to be spent for me to get a crack in 2010.

since i may just get to experience this once in a while, i did just observed how it works and found some notable moments.

there were Konsehalas doing their stuff herding and muscling their ways into the line.

there are some special people who seems to have forgotten that the name of the game in voting is one-head-is-to-one-vote — that in the queue, as well, everybody are all equal. almost like an ondoy-reminder that the rich and the poor are just alike in the face of the nature’s wrath.

the timing of finger-registration and photo-pose is at most 90 seconds on the good average but would sometime come close to 4 minutes to some, due to impromptu encoding of new records and sometimes apprehensive looks and feels in this new technology.

almost everybody are friendly to each other except for some righteous ones who seems to be looking at every steps in the most negative way.  if i can only speak to them and say — a line is never without a wait, a procedure is not without the time-spent and a voter’s right is not without an effort to spare.

all in all, my registration went by without a hitch and had a nice experience with the Lubao Municipal Hall’s Comelec staff.  friendly as they are, they lived up to serve and patiently mowed down the line.

there was a good poster that says ‘if you want to be respected, abide and be the one to show yours first.’  this, i should say is evident in all the people i seen in that municipal hall.

now, if by not extending, did we bump out the procrastinators? maybe not, since by their nature, most of this types of ‘voting procrastinators’  are not really keen on voting, if i should say so.

we may have bumped out mostly the new voters, the busy-ones and all the others who would have tried another time if given a chance.

on this note as well, the issue of closing the voters list way ahead of time before the vote in May of 2010 due to preparation issues do not hold valid anymore… this is a computerized endeavour and no programmer-from-the-old-school will tell you that a patch is a easy as just doing the same routine.

the energy needed is more on the physical registration-logistics… and with the enthusiasm of the registrants, how i wish that an extension should have been thought about.

i came to register and i want to vote… wanting to invite more people in 2010 is but another thing, not my task but my beef.

Leadership is a potent combination of strategy and character. But if you must be without one, be without the strategy.  Norman Schwarzkopf

The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. 

The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.

grabbed From RowenaReyes (ME AZ-Paglilingkod Member)

“Facing reality sounds simple — but it isn’t. I found it hard to get people to see a situation for what it is and not for what it was, or what they hoped it would be.”

JACK, straight from the gut, page 103 — a Jack Welch liner.

the ads by LBC on the spell out of remittance was already pulled out from the air waves.

it has been so since our DepEd decided in favor of its natural mandate… education.

i can’t argue with that kind of position since, the existence of such ads may truly be alarming to some parents.

but looking at it on a bland perspective, outside of any righteous motive.

i see not much difference from what has always been delivered by the adverstising industry, the focus on getting the audience to recognize the presence of the endorsed product.

there are ways to look at the LBC ads, most admirable maybe is to conclude that it is giving a misleading  message…

but, a big but is that the message is a practical and witty play of engaging once thought to be taken in.

i have observed that the ads did not insist on having the tumpak, realistically tumpak… but it gave me the impression that the answer was a witty one given by a child who seems to have a problem with the long and real spelling.  his thoughts evolving around his experiences on receipts of such deliveries.

looking at my children, and maybe all the others whom i spoke with in this subject, the alarm is not much about it was the wrong spelling, everybody knows it was incorrect…

the alarm is caused by us being taken in.  and yes, the ads did give a lasting impression…

so, you will end up asking… was it really admirable to create a fuss out of a funny-witty play?

that could really be something for some educated positioning or enhanced analysis…

and as we go on with our lives, we have to ask a milk advertiser why they are saying that the other product is ‘dinadaan sa tamis’… ethics do play some roles at the back burners… sometimes.

and if i could only ask a news anchor why he speaks in loud and raging syllables that only him knows and, where he also flutters in unknown ends of his sentences. not much about ‘a pain in your drum’… but he speaks no good tagalog every single day of the weekdays.

food for thoughts, contentious topics can really drown you out… that is what are minds made of.

as i look forward at the tasks ahead
enormous really, streaming up as i tread
the never ending designs, seems going into a head
i have to review, and avoid chaos which i dread.

resting is something that i can choose
what else but think of ways to just muse.
i have to consider all but forward options
those things that are always in upward motion

for there are my Piglets and my Apple,
whom i will work, all throughout that i am able.
i can’t choose not to work in their favour
but more so, because i am filled with ardour.

the tasks are just what i needed now,
i like it, and the greens are just beneath my vow.
but getting it on and pushing for that aspiration.
i cannot help, but rely on my inspirations.

aha, my Piglets and my Apple
i just hope, the provisions are that ample
for i will never be so rich and the most able
my promise? their Papski would forever be dependable