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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDRHY4cCp7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20203866</id><updated>2011-09-28T09:16:15.838-07:00</updated><title>deX-Files</title><subtitle type="html">A hodge podge of daily experiences, opinions on all subject matters, and analysis on the mysteries of life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dexfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dexfiles.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20203866/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>deX</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Dex-files" /><feedburner:info uri="dex-files" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQAR3k-eyp7ImA9Wx9QGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20203866.post-5157883048399234110</id><published>2010-12-31T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:12:26.753-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T07:12:26.753-08:00</app:edited><title>2010 In Retrospect</title><content type="html">Before I even concoct any New Year's Resolution for 2011, I thought it would be good to remember dear old 2010 and think of what went good, great, not so good, and not so great.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Health is Wealth. It seems like eons ago when I was at the prime of my life. I was 20 pounds close to my ideal BMI. I ran a half marathon. I was eating right. Most importantly, I looked good! That was 2-3 years ago. Now, I'm close to 50 pounds heavier than my prime. I can probably not even walk a 5k without huffing and puffing. I'm beginning to eat healthier again by making George Foreman's Grilling Machine my friend again and cereal and soy milk my breakfast. And what's worse is health wise, my ALT/AST has quadrupled its normal levels. ALT/AST measures the amount of enzymes the liver releases when damaged, so it's not a good thing. I'm not sickly to a point that I can't do normal things, but I do feel fatigued, maybe due to that but maybe more due to my being overweight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another Day Another Dollar. Work is "okay". I can't complain because there are still a lot of people out of work, some of them very close friends who are very smart and capable but just caught in the worst labor market in decades. While I might have other colleagues or friends who I still envy from time to time who are back to their previous type of jobs and compensation, I still consider myself fortunate to at least have a job. My ego's still bruised I must admit from having to start at the bottom again career wise, but my employer is supposedly secure (although I question that given how things are going all over the country). I did pass my probation at work after one year of service, so that is also a milestone by itself. Twenty four more years to go if I want to get a good pension, assuming they haven't changed the rules by then. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love and hate poker. I have been playing poker for a decade now, on and off. There are days where I truly love the game and I wish I can play it every day and just make it my job like the Phil Hellmuths, Daniel Negreanu, and Phil Iveys of the world. An example of that was when I got to play in one of my biggest tournaments ever, the North American Poker Tour at the Bicycle Casino in Gardena, California. It was truly a big tournament as I saw a lot of well known poker players, and also poker players who I should have known if I read all the poker news out there. I lasted one full day playing a high stakes tournament and I already consider that a big accomplishment. It boosted my ego for tournament play for a while but it was brought down to earth by not having any success in other tournaments afterwards. I still consider myself a cash games player more than a tournament player, but I still dream of winning a "big one". Big enough to truly just live off my winnings and maybe travel the world while playing even bigger tournaments. &lt;br /&gt;
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Stars and Stripes. This is the year I became an American citizen. It was bitter sweet for me as I had to renounce my Filipino citizenship in doing so. I know that dual citizenship is possible but I think it is a disservice to both countries to just take advantage of one when you need a specific benefit from being its citizen. I do know our Governator Arnie is a dual citizen, but I don't think about it at this point. Having lived a decade in the United States, I looked forward to having the right to vote, which I eagerly did for the June Primary and the November Elections. I haven't been called for jury duty yet, but I actually want to at least be able to experience doing that once as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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Travel Bug. I love to travel. If money weren't an object, I would have probably visited every nook and cranny on this earth. Unfortunately, money is an object, so I only got to visit Los Angeles and Las Vegas a few times this year and my farthest trip was to New York and Connecticut. I want to visit a new country next year, and with my being an American citizen now, I am glad that it is easier than it was when I was just a Permanent Resident. My thoughts are to go to either London or Canada, but if I am to go back to my thrifty ways I might have to postpone it for one more year at least.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there it is, my review of 2010. Not so bad, but of course one always hopes things turned out better in hindsight. &lt;br /&gt;
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Happy 2011. I hope the New Year brings a better year for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-5157883048399234110?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love being able to make connections with family and friends, especially those outside the United States, because it would cost an arm and a leg (maybe two legs even) if I opted to use the phone and make long distance calls to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love seeing photos, witty status updates, and just getting the "pulse" of my network on what is currently on their mind, such as the recently held Philippines elections for example.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the constant app invites. I don't like to clutter my facebook account with apps, not to mention open up my facebook account to be compromised by games or "free" apps which pull in my facebook profile information. I don't really need to see whether a facebook friend is level 99 in mafia wars either. The surprising thing is, I think I've hidden over 50 different types of app updates, yet a new one still seems to pop up every day. I feel like I'm playing "whack a mole" in hiding them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not like the direction of privacy for Facebook. I tolerate it for now, but Facebook seems to be want to really throw out your information out there. I'm comfortable sharing status updates and information with family and friends, even some acquaintances, but anything that's available to just anyone who searches me on Facebook is not what I signed up for. &lt;br /&gt;
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So that's it. That's my love/hate relationship with Facebook. I'm exploring alternatives right now. Maybe just moving all my status updates to my protected twitter account, or moving to Google's Orkut (it's Google's version of Facebook). I'm not pulling the plug yet (I'm not even sure if that's an easy thing, based on what I've been reading), but I'm taking it a day at a time to see what other brouhaha is going on with Facebook's privacy policy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-4155347801174474236?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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South Beach Pros:&lt;br /&gt;
* I eat more veggies. South Beach forces me to eat 1/2 cup of veggies for breakfast (I use mushrooms for an omelette), 2 cups of veggies for lunch and dinner (I've eaten lettuce day and night the past 2 weeks, but I'm trying to switch it up by buying celery and cucumber this week). I do not hate veggies, but I normally don't go out of my way to buy and/or eat them. With South Beach, this is where I get my carbs, so this is crucial.&lt;br /&gt;
* I eat lean protein. I used to think low carb meant a license to eat any meat/fish, prepared in any form, as long as it doesn't have any carbs (bread crumbs or sweet sauces). South Beach doesn't even allow me to eat chicken thighs or drumsticks, or pork chops unless they're loin pork chops. Bacon too is not allowed unless it's turkey bacon or canadian bacon.&lt;br /&gt;
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South Beach Cons:&lt;br /&gt;
* Adjusting to life without carbs. It takes time to adjust to a new way of doing things. I have to say, the first 2 days of this diet has been the most challenging. This is where I feel my body craving for carbs, and the temptation was great to go back to regular eating. A daily weigh in with great results kept me in track. It may sound obsessive, but a daily weigh in I do believe is better rather than waiting a whole week to see what happened. This way, it is easier and quicker to do a course correction if you've been bad one day or two.&lt;br /&gt;
* Higher grocery bill. Buying leaner protein is more expensive. For pork chops, loin pork chops are 4 dollars a pound compared to 1.50 dollars a pound for just the regular cut. I can't even find 96% lean ground beef if I wanted to. And seafood, of course, is usually 6-7 dollars per pound where I live.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far so good. The hardest part of these diets is eating out and eating during gatherings and parties. I just have to follow the South Beach mantra and pick my food wisely. No more calorie counting for now. &lt;br /&gt;
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The most realistic portion of South Beach for me is that it does allow you to reintroduce carbs, although slowly and sparingly. I can eat fruits after phase 1, starting this Saturday. I can even eat starches and carbs after phase 2, but that is the maintenance phase. I am told to find the right carb level for myself where I maintain my weight at that point.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to better health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-7847955298653360916?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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During the past five years, I had already lost weight. I had lost 20 pounds, almost completely due to WeightWatchers and a little exercise, only to regain all those pounds back (albeit slowly). Then I had lost 22 pounds, using a combination of calorie counting through CalorieKing.com plus joining a half marathon training program, only to regain all those pounds back plus about 15 more pounds. So, not only had I gained all the weight I lost in my two tries, but I actually netted a gain of 15 pounds in those five years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously, I was upset. I wasn't sure what to do next. Should I diet again, only to gain all those pounds back, and maybe even more? Or just give up and try to just at least maintain or just slow down my weight gain at the very least. &lt;br /&gt;
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Giving up is not an option. I actually have a condition called "fatty liver", where due to my excess weight, my liver is clogged with fat, which is not a dire problem, but something I must address long term, as the liver is a very important part of the body. Luckily, with "fatty liver", I had already proven in the fast that when I am at a healthy weight, my elevated liver enzymes are back to their normal levels. &lt;br /&gt;
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A conversation with a co-worker actually triggered me to think about my weight loss goals. I told her "I'm afraid to lose, just to gain it all back". "Lose the weight, then worry about gaining it all back later," she replied. Makes sense, akin to counting your eggs before they even hatch.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so I now attempt to try the South Beach Diet. I did some research over the internet this morning. It actually is a healthier version of atkins. It does not advocate eating a KFC Double Down Chicken Sandwich every day. It focuses on lean meats and vegetables, and healthy fats such as olive oil and nuts for snacks. I have tried calorie counting, but the reason I think I failed eventually is that I tire of entering all the food I eat, even though I did close to a year in WeightWatchers and CalorieKing.com. I just want a diet where you focus on eating healthy foods, and that's it. &lt;br /&gt;
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The first two weeks will be difficult, as it cuts out carbs altogether. I have tried atkins in the past, and I could feel my body craving carbs. Thankfully, South Beach reintroduces fruits after two weeks, so I feel that is a palatable sacrifice. I will miss ice cream, junk food, and all that other bad processed food, but I will think of this diet as a lifestyle change, not a temporary effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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On your mark, get set, go! Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-2038068909299409246?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is looking more and more like the Flash Sideways will be the ending as I have originally foreseen. Desmond, after his episode "Happily Ever After" is now looking for all the castaways of Oceanic Flight 815, hoping to remind them of their time in the island. He was able to do this successfully for Hugo and for Libby. As the last four episodes unfold, I believe the Flash Sideways will turn into one big Happily Ever After for that alternate universe. It was also cool to see as I began to wonder why Locke was in the Flash Sideways (he was killed by Ben before Juliet detonated the bomb, so he should still be dead in my opinion). Desmond answered this by running him over. I believe the Locke in the Flash Sideways was the Fake Locke or Men In Black that got out of the island and into the Flash Sideways.&lt;br /&gt;
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The current timeline/universe where Flocke (Fake Locke) or MIB (Men In Black) had finally gathered all the candidates will now be marching on to use the plane. Desmond is trapped in the well, but he does not seem to care. Is that the well holding the wheel that Ben turned and traveled/time traveled to Tunisia? It may be. If so, he might turn that, and trigger the island to "hide" and go flashing in time again. I believe this is how this current timeline/universe will end.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought Walt was actually MIB in disguise, but per his explanation, they are all just stuck souls in the island. Are they really all dead like Richard Alpert said? If so, how are the dead dead different from the alive dead? That is still confusing for me. Where does Jacob fit in the finale? Is he the kid showing up to mock Flocke? If so, why? How does Jacob "win" in the end? &lt;br /&gt;
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I believe all the characters have already been featured in Flash Sideways, so it might all be just how each of them lead their final lives in their Flash Sideways, with Desmond reminding them of their "Lost" island memories. I have a feeling there might be a twist in all of this. It seems too all wrapped up right now to me. There must be a monkey wrench that the writers are waiting to throw at the last few minutes of the finale to kill all our conspiracy theories and make us stand up in our feet and say "Bravo, Lost Writers! Great Finale!".&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope they really wrap up this series in the best way they can, without any cop outs or forced twists or big questions still unanswered. &lt;br /&gt;
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And please don't leave things unanswered just so you can make a movie. I think a "Lost: The Movie" would actually ruin this great franchise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-1086099738967220634?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While my views are probably more liberal and lean Democratic, I am no rubber stamp for any Democrat running for office and wouldn't mind voting for a Republican if I feel that he or she is the better candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Democrats finally passed the Senate's version of the healthcare bill yesterday. While the bill has still to be signed by Obama to be law, that part is a done deal, with Obama putting a lot of his political muscle behind the effort for the past few weeks. The only nailbiter now for the House Democrats is whether the changes they want to the Senate version passed, which is a separate bill known as a reconciliation bill, will pass as the Senate said it would. Based on some reports, that would probably pass this week barring any unforeseen problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, at times, I am puzzled at why the working class is at odds with the Democrats, especially those who live at the heartland. The Democrats are supposed to be populists. They passed both Social Security and Medicare under their watch. I'm sure no Republican retiree is now cursing them for those two programs. Could it be possible that some of those Tea Party protesters want their cake and eat it too? Can they be for a smaller government but for a bigger entitlement? Are there protesters who have been denied health insurance due to pre-conditions yet not wanting this bill to pass? I have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 million more people will be covered when this law takes effect. No more denials for preconditions. No more excuses from health insurance companies. I'm sure the health insurance companies don't want to cover sick people because they are for profit, but with a required base now including all healthy people, their profitability should be the same if not more overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republicans, I believe, are for capitalism. They want no boundaries when it comes to doing anything. The less government, the better, according to them. That's all and good, if it works, in theory. But look how it got us into this mess with mortgage backed securities, and how many of the mega banks we had to bail out. And now the mega banks want to be free of regulation again, just as they were bailed out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree on free markets on theory, but we really all should be thankful for the government on some of the protections it has given us, including enforcing minimum wages, anti-discrimination laws, and even administering unemployment and disability insurance during this time of great need. And while we're at it, you get what you pay for. If we continually ask for tax cuts, we shouldn't complain when we end up with sub-par or even no service at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should always be a balance between populism and capitalism. Right now it has swung from capitalism to populism. Only time will truly tell whether the populist health care bill will be something the public will eventually embrace. I do hope though that as Congress proceeds on other areas such as immigration, and jobs (which is still the number one issue as far as I am concerned), that both parties will find some common ground, rather than each having to be partisan for the sake of their political neck come November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-8744222989025635246?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been here in this country for over 10 years now, and I figured it was the next natural step for me to do. I was lucky enough to be able to have migrated here through a green card, or permanent resident card, when my aunt petitioned my dad back in the late 1970's, when I wasn't even born yet. Among my siblings, I was the only one who was still of the right age to be able to get the permanent resident card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petition was approved as I was on my 3rd year of college. I must say, I wasn't even sure at the time whether I really wanted to move to the United States at that time. I figured that I already was doing well, having good grades at one of the top universities in the Philippines, but I still went on with the process. I applied for my re-entry permit so I could at least finish college and not have to go through college again in a new country (and fear that some of the courses I studied would not get credited). After getting my college degree, with some hesitation, but some excitement I decided to migrate to the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no picnic for me. The first thing I had to do when I moved to the U.S. was to find a job. And while I had a college degree, I had no avenues that a typical college graduate would have here: no college job fairs, no networks, nothing. I actually had to go to job fairs where most of the jobs posted were for people with experience. I used the normal online job sites like monster.com, hotjobs.com, and dice.com. I would get some calls, but wouldn't move on to the next step after phone interviews when the recruiters discover I had no work experience. After three months, I was even contemplating just working at a movie theatre or a McDonald's just to get any job and start earning money. I was living at my aunt and uncle's house for free, and was using up the money that my mom and dad had given me while I was staying there. Luckily, in about three months, a resume I gave to a recruiter at Pacific Bell at a job fair ended up at the hands of an interested hiring manager. I was given an aptitude test, which I believe I passed with flying colors, I did well at an initial interview with a human resources employee, and a subsequent interview with the actual hiring manager and team lead. I found a very nice entry level job as an Associate Analyst with Pacific Bell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2010, I am now working for the State of California. I overcame a grueling five months of unemployment. I have to start over at the bottom again at an entry level job for the Employment Development Department, but I believe I already am doing well, and hope to move up quickly through the ranks as long as I continue to do well. I have learned a lot with my ordeal last year. I learned about the value of money: that it's about what you save, not what you make. I learned about the value of having a job, and to respect and not complain about my job as there are still a lot of unemployed people out there. I am still trying to live a more simple life, but I have to admit, I have yet to still rid myself of excessive technologies like my iPhone, flat screen TV, and iMac. I just try to make sure I always have something saved at the end of the month, that I am cash flow positive. Technology keeps my sanity, not to mention keeps me connected to my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this all have to do with citizenship, you might ask? Not a lot, as I pondered what I wrote. I just wanted to write about how I migrated to this country, how I got started, and where I am at this point in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about all the aspects of citizenship. I am eager to vote and have a voice in all the upcoming elections, from deciding the next governor in California, to the next President (or same President) in 2012. I am eager to do jury duty and be able to give my opinion and debate on whether someone was innocent or guilty. And yes, the easier access to travel to other countries and the ability to work for the federal government is something I'm aware of as a benefit of becoming a citizen and am very thankful to have as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my being a citizen, I am not denying that I was born in the Philippines. I will always be proud of my Filipino roots and my heritage. I will not stop speaking Tagalog when I am in the company of Filipino friends or relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, respect the pledge of allegiance that I made to this country. And I hope to make the U.S. happy to have made me one of its citizens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-4976120429673587737?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not sure what the reason might be. Maybe I have nothing to write about. Maybe I don't want to write about anything. Or I could easily blame it on twitter, making blogging a chore compared to just writing a 140 character status about something that happened in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a non-event pretty much. I could have hiked with the Kern Valley Hiking Club, but I decided to opt out, because I feel I am not in shape to do another hike. I am actually in better shape than the time I did the last hike, but I distinctly remember liking my bed for the next 2 days after that hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, while I was shredding my stuff, some personal, some financial, I came across a short story I wrote back in college. In English, it translates to Fifth Floor. I haven't read all of it again, but I am deciding to repost it here to at least immortalize it in the internet before I send it to the shredder bin. My apologies to my friends who don't understand Tagalog, but to translate it might take away some of the meaning and intent. Just use a Tagalog English dictionary if you're really interested. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikalimang Palapag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakagandang araw ngayon. Maulap, malamig ang hangin, at ang sinag ng araw ay hindi nakakasunog ng balat tulad ng mga katamtamang araw. Hay, ang sarap. Puede akong tumagal pa ng ilang oras dito siguro at magmunimuni pa kung anung gagawin ko sa aking napakamakabuluhang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaarawan ko ngayon. Dapat nga ay sa mga ganitong oras ng dapithapon ay kasama ko ang aking mga kaibigan at nagsasaya habang nagsusunog ng pera sa mga distrito ng Makati. Pupunta kami ni Rolly, Dennis, at Marco sa mga pugad ng mga nagsisigandahang mga dilag, tulad ng Friday's, Hard Rock, o kaya'y Studebakers. Doon ay magpapaligsahan kami sa lasingan. Kung sinong unang matumba sa puwersa ng alak ay ilulublob ang ulo sa napakalinis na tubig ng mga kubeta. Ang saya talaga nung mga araw na iyon. Pero hindi na mangyayari ulit yung mga iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung mga nakaraang mga taon ay talagang hindi ako makahintay sa pagsapit ng kaarawan ko, hindi lang dahil sa paglabas namin ng aking barkada. Sa araw na iyon, sa paggising ko pa lang ay mayroon na akong kulay uling na langgonisa, pritong itlog na may konting basag na balat, at tutong na sinaing na nakahanda sa tabi ng kama ko. Gawain ito ng aking mapagmahal ng kapatid, si Kim. Sa pagbukas ko pa lang nang mata'y nandoon na siya na maligayang pumapalakpak. Animo'y simbals ang kanyang mga kamay sa pagdikit ng mga ito, habang isinisigaw niya sa medyo nakakarinding na tono ng "Maligayang bati, maligayang bati...". Ginagantihan ko na lang siya ng ngiti at yakap siya bilang pagsasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring iniisip niyo kung nasaan ang aking mga magulang sa mga maligaya kong panahong iyon. Nasa kani-kanilang kuwarto sila, at tulog pa. Akalain ko nga'y sa una ay nakaligtaan na nila ang araw ng aking pagsilang. Wala silang imik noon tungkol sa aking kaarawan. Paggising lang nila ay tulad ng dati. Hahalikan ako sa pisngi at sasabihin nang "Magandang umaga" nang walang kabuhay-buhay. Pagkatapos nang pagbati ay ibabalot ang kulay ubeng pera sa aking mga kamay, at itatanong, "O, Jose, tama na ba iyang pera mo?". At kahit 'hindi' ang sagot mo ay hindi ka papansinin. Titingin na lang muli sila sa diyaryong kanilang binabasa at itaas ang kape sa kanilang mga labi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat ako noon, at tila may panang nakatama sa aking dibdib sa sakit nang idinulot nila noon. Pero kahit gaano kung gustong sigawan sila ng "Hoy, kaarawan ko ngayon! Labas naman tayo at kumain sa kung saan mamahaling restoran!" ay itinikom ko na lang ang aking mga labi. Napasok sa isipan ko na baka hindi nila nais maalala ang kaarawan ko dahil wala silang masyadong naimpok na pera at nahihiya silang aminin ito. Kaya't hindi ko na lang pinansin ito hanggang na-sorpresa nila ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May handa pala ang ina't ama ko. Hindi nila ipinaalam sa akin ito hanggang ipinatawag ako ng aking ama sa kanyang kuwarto at kakausapin daw ako. Laking gulat ko na lang, at sa pagbukas ko ng pintuan ay nandoon ang halos lahat ng kaibigan ko, ang aking mga kapitbahay, ang ina, at ang nag-iisa kong kapatid na ang ngiti ay mula tenga hanggang tenga sa sobrang tuwa nito sa hinanda nilang sorpresa. "Kuya Jose, nagulat ka ano?," pasigaw na sinabi ni Kim. Sinagot ko na lang ang tanong niya ng isang ngiti habang kinakamayan ko ang lahat ng mga nandoon sa kuwarto na isa-isang nagbati sa akin ng maligayang kaarawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganoon kasaya ang kaarawan ko noon. Umaapaw ang kasiyahan na tila lahat na ng inaasam-asam ko sa buhay ay nakuha ko na at maari na akong mamatay. Kaya't ngayo'y nandito ako, sa ikalimang palapag ng aming minamahal na eskuwela, isang daang dipa ang naghihiwalay sa akin at sa karit ni Kamatayan. Dapithapon pa lang, at sa karaniwang araw ay makikita mo ang mga batang estudyante na naglalaro ng slayd o seesaw sa palaruan habang ang mga estudyante ng mataas na paaralan ay nakakumpol sa tabi ng pintuan ng kantina't nagkukuwentuhan. Pero kakaibang araw ngayon, dahil may isang estudyanteng nasa pinakataas na palapag ng iskuwelahan na nagnanais na wakasan ang kaniyang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa naman ako tatalon. Sa katunayan pa nga'y nakaupo ako at minamasid ang mga walang kamuwang-muwang na mga taong nasa ibaba ko. Nakakatuwa sila dahil sa unang oras ko dito sa taas ay masaya silang nagkukuwentuhan at naghahabulan. Ngunit nang ang guro kong si Ginang Ruiz ay tumakbong palabas at nagsisigaw. "Guwardiya, tumaas ka doon sa palapag na iyon! May batang nakaupo sa kanto ng palapag, baka mahulog!," sigaw niya. Nagsitahimik ang lahat at ang mata'y pumanaw sa akin. Hindi ko tuloy alam kung ako'y dapat masiyahan na nasa akin ang lahat ng atensiyon nung mga sandaling iyon, o matakot dahil sira na aking reputasyon dahil mababansagan akong loko-loko o mahina ang puso habang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang minuto ang lumipas at halos lahat ng estudyante sa iskuwela na ay nasa labas, mala-istatwa ang kibo habang nagmamasid. Kung ika'y nasa posisyon ko noon ay hindi mo rin mapigil ang tumawa. Paano ba naman, ang mga bibig nila'y kasi laki ng balon kapag kanilang ibinukas, at ang iba naman ay nagsisimbolo ng krus o kaya ay kumakapit ka na parang tuko sa mga katabi nila. Parang nanonood sila ng isang nakakatakot na pelikula sa takot na nakapinta sa kanilang mga mukha. Kulang na lang ay may maglabas sila ng popcorn na nginangasab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaupo pa rin ako at nagmumuni-muni, habang ang buong populasyon ng eskuwelahan ay nagmamasid, sumisigaw, nagdarasal, o kaya'y nakaturo ang mga daliri sa akin. Inalis ko sila sa aking isip pagkatapos nang may katagalan kong tawa. Nagdedesisyon na ako noon kung ako ay tatalon nga ba o bababa na lang sa pulutong ng tao para kaawaan at bigyan ng simpatiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin ay wala naman talaga akong sapat na rason para wakasan ang aking buhay. Nasa akin naman ang lahat ng gugustuhin ng isang nilalang sa mundong ito: mapagmahal na magulang at kapatid, tapat na kaibigan, sapat na kayamanan. Kahit ang akademiko ko ay walang problema, kung hindi mo ituturing na problema ang pasawang awa kong grado sa Matematika. Maganda ang buhay ko ngayon. Naisip ko lang na wakasan ang lahat ng ito dahil ayaw kong maging maganda ang simula ng buhay ngunit mapait ang pagwakas nito. Ayaw ko nang makita ang mga nagsisilapit na pagbabago sa makulay ko nang mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una na rito'y sa magulang ko. Kumunot na ang kanilang mga noo at puro simangot ang nakapinta sa kanilang mukha nang magkaroon kami ng karibal sa aming sapatusan. Hindi nila naisip na ang kanilang mga ilang taon nang suki ay lilipat sa sapatusan ng Intsik na si Ma Hao Lee dahil sa mas mura ang sapatos nila ng isang daan sa amin. Araw-gabi tuloy silang nagbabantay sa kanilang negosyo para hindi itong maglahong parang bula. Napakalamig na tuloy ng turing sa amin sa bahay at ang ngiti nila aya madalang habang kami'y kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang iyon ang dagok na nakasira sa aking buhay. Si Kimberly, ang aking minamahal na kapatid, ay nasa Intensive Care Unit ngayon sa San Juan de Dios hospital. Nabangga kasi siya ng isang rumaragasang kotse nang tumatawid patungo sa eskuwela namin nung isang buwan at nawalan ng malay. Siya ngayo'y comatose at hindi alam ng doktor kung kailan siya muling magkakaroon ng malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dalawang pangyayari pa lang na iyon ay pumasok na sa utak ko ang pagpapakamatay. Ayaw ko nang marinig pa ang ibang mga problem na maaaring manghimasok sa aking sira nang mundo. Mabuti na lang at wala pang problemang lumilitaw sa aming barkada. Kundi ay hindi na ang pagtalon ang iisipin ko. Wawakasan ko na lang ang aking buhay sa pamamagitan ng paglaslas ng aking pulso. Mas mahirap gawin iyon ngunit sigurado ang aking kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghanda na ako. Lalong umingay ang pulutong ng tao't lalong nagsidami ang mga daliring nakaturo sa akin nang ako'y tumayo. Pinikit ko ang aking mata at nagbilang hanggang tatlo, habang ang aking mga braso'y nakaposisyon na palabas, tila isang bibong naghahandang lumipad. Isa... Dalawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatigil ako nang salitang iyon. Boses ni Kim iyon. Agad-agad akong tumingin sa likod at nakita ko ang aking dating walang-malay na kapatid na ngayo'y buhay na ngunit bumabaha nang luha ang mata. Pinipigilan siya ng aking mga guro na lumapit ngunit siya'y nagpupumilit. "Huwag kang tatalon kuya! Buhay na ako, kuya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling iyon ay nawala sa isip ko ang pagpapakamatay. Dahan-dahan kong inikot ang aking katawan upang makaharap siya. "Kim..." Naputol ang aking madamdaming mensahe sa pagguho ng palapag na tinatapakan ko. Nadulas ako't nahulog sa palapag na tinatapakan ko. Siguradong kamatayan na dapat ang nakamit ko. Ang tanging nakapigil dito ay ang aking ngayo'y duguang kamay na nakakapit sa kanto ng palapag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabitawan ko na ang kamay ko sa palapag dahil sa naglalaho kong lakas. Wala nang magawa ang nagsitakbong mga guro para tulungan ako. Nanlaki na lang ang aking mga mata nang unti-unting naglaho sa paningin ko ang dalawa kong guro at ang minamahal kong kapatid. Itinaas ko ang aking mga kamay sa mga sandaling iyon, at nagbabasakaling maiabot ko pa ang kamay ng aking kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inabot ko ang aking kamay nang walang pakundangan, nagnanasang mabalik muli ang buhay na itinapon ko nang walang kamuwang-muwang at makasama ang mahal kong kapatid. Ngunit nagising ako sa katotohanan nang mabagok ang ulo ko't nagdaloy ang dugo at ang paningin ko ay unti-unting nagdilim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. A bit dark I know, but I think and hope it made for an interesting story. I wish I digitized everything I wrote. I know I still have some other stories I might have written out there, as well as articles I've written back in college and high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of File&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-8275890922748716406?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought it best to rest the night before using as much of Friday as possible to see several of the apartments I saw online. The drive was 4 hours long, including a stop at a McDonald's at Fresno (which I swear is the same McDonald's I stopped by going back to the bay area from my interview in Visalia). I saw the Holiday Inn, I checked in, and I never went outside again. It was 5:30, but the heat is unbearable for me. Thank God for air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was a hectic day of searching for apartments. I would have searched sooner, but I only had the definite go signal for my start date on Tuesday afternoon, and I spent the subsequent day packing as much stuff as I can to last me for a week or two in my Prius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delano is actually a bigger town than I thought it would be. It had 5 highway exits from Highway 99 (the more exits a city has, the bigger it probably is, more or less). I saw some familiar signs that gave some comfort: Burger King, Jack in the Box, McDonald's, KFC. Bad for my health I know, but for me it's another sign of progress. There's even a Fresh and Easy, a concept store from the UK similar to Whole Foods. There's no car dealerships, at least a Toyota one. I dimly remember seeing a Chrysler/Jeep dealership, but that's it. What's interesting also is that I think I was the only person driving a white Prius around the city. That's another sign I'm out of the bay area. Maybe I should change to a civic to blend in a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first apartment I wanted to see was the only one that offered a studio for rent. The rent was inexpensive, at $525 a month. Unfortunately, when I saw the location, I was a bit dismayed. I didn't feel too safe, and having lived in Pittsburg and Concord, I am more willing to pay a little bit more to be in a better location (which explained my previous move to San Ramon).  I scratched it off mentally off my list, unless I'm completely out of options. The unit won't be available anyway until Monday, and that didn't work for me. I wanted a same day move in ideally so I don't have to stay one more night at Holiday Inn (which was a very nice hotel, but cost too much for me at $99 per night). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at a couple more apartments. Several of them stated they were open for the day, but I guess the property manager there might be no looking on the day before a holiday (maybe I'm the only one looking, who knows). There were two nice ones, brand new units in gated communities, but ironically, my income was too high for their units, which were all affordable housing. My income was not that high, at least compared to my previous jobs, but apparently it's too high for their definition of low income. I wonder if those in low income could afford the rentals they have, on the flip side. Oh, well. I forged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting over eight apartments, I ended up going back to the first apartment I saw, prior to the one with the studio. I actually saw it when I drove into the Holiday Inn parking lot. It was in a nice location, no perceived troublemakers (that I could see or sense, haha). The only con was that only a 2 bedroom was available, and it costs $175 more. With no option left other than the studio in a questionable location, I gave a deposit and application. I didn't even see the unit or the sample of the unit, as no unit was available for viewing. It was available on a Sunday, lengthening my stay at the Holiday Inn (which was fine, but not fine wallet wise). I had to reserve the unit blindly so I can make sure I get it as the property manager mentioned there were two other interested parties. Was it a gimmick? I don't know. My gut believed her. I needed a place anyway, competition or no competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my saga ends, and I am back in the hotel room at Holiday Inn, escaping once more the vexing heat. I think I'll spend Saturday going to Bakersfield and seeing some sights and movies. I think I should have gotten the number of the Filipina teller at Wells Fargo who I had a nice small talk with while getting my money orders for the apartment. She seemed nice and I could use some new friends in my new "home".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-8172722464836735846?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cKemNzcQveyTiFPtl_kpBBiaQYI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cKemNzcQveyTiFPtl_kpBBiaQYI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Dex-files/~4/huReCzqQCgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dexfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1913840681298547624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20203866&amp;postID=1913840681298547624" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20203866/posts/default/1913840681298547624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20203866/posts/default/1913840681298547624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Dex-files/~3/huReCzqQCgA/weight-watchers-meeting.html" title="The Weight Watchers Meeting" /><author><name>deX</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dexfiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/weight-watchers-meeting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGR3c7fyp7ImA9WxJWEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20203866.post-3739656213473074102</id><published>2009-06-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:05:26.907-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T07:05:26.907-07:00</app:edited><title>Health is Wealth</title><content type="html">If health is wealth, I think I'm going broke. I've gone from a very respectable 175 pounds to an ungainly 210 pounds in just roughly 6 months. I've gone from running a half marathon to huffing and puffing with just 30 minutes on a treadmill. It's easy to blame by job status for this, but I blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I start a course correction on my health. I've enrolled in Weight Watchers, not only online but the meeting components as well. The forty bucks a month may burn my wallet but I figure the payoff is worth it. I need the meeting component just to get a more social aspect to the weight loss. I just have to make sure I keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for running, I really want to get back into it, but I'll have to start from scratch. I blame myself for signing up for a full marathon training program, but not even attending a single session. I recently changed my registration to a half marathon, but with six weeks left, I doubt I can make it given my weight gain and hit and miss training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crossing my fingers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-3739656213473074102?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If at all, I think I am even eating out more and spending more for entertainment on movies and DVDs during my down time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having blown through my severance payment, and now slowly eating through my savings, I have begun to check myself and start reining in expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some frugal tips I think could benefit those having a situation similar to my own:&lt;br /&gt;* Dump Netflix, Embrace Redbox. Redbox is a big red machine in your grocery store that rents out DVDs for $1 a night. If you are  good with returning the DVD the next day, you can save several bucks versus Netflix. Assuming you rent 3 movies a week, that's $12 versus the $18 you can spend on Netflix. If you rent less, you save even more money compared to Netflix. No monthly fees, and the ability to rent the latest title (versus the long wait status on new releases in Netflix) is a sweet deal.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't order soda with your lunch/dinner. Just order water instead, or if you're doing take out, just drink water or your own soda from home. That $2 for every lunch could easily save you $60 a month assuming you eat out on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;* Watch matinees for movies. Matinees, which are movies watched before 5 PM on weekdays or 2 PM on weekends, save you about $3 - $5 depending on the theatre. While you're at it, go to the movies after having eaten at home. A drink and popcorn could easily add $10 to your entertainment bill for that day/night.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't use cash. This one is debateable. For me, having cash in my wallet gives me a license to spend, and the worse offense is that you wonder at the end of the day/week/month where your money went. If you use your debit/credit card, at least you have an electronic paper trail and you can track your expenses through your bank's online site or through free sites like mint.com.&lt;br /&gt;* Use coupons. Being frugal used to mean looking cheap, but nowadays being cheap is the norm. Look for coupons to save on dining outside and for buying groceries. Every dollar counts.&lt;br /&gt;* Wash your own car. I still have to do this myself. I like having my car washed and vacuumed at a local wash for $20. But that's some moolah you can save by doing it your own. I do have the free time to do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;* Give up your TV, Internet and Home Phone. I haven't done this, but I am thinking about it. I could always use the nearby library for its free wi-fi access, and I have my iPhone to still access emails/facebook/twitter/i.m. Giving up TV could force me to go out more for walks and runs. I don't really need a home phone since I have buckets of free minutes with my cell phone provider. I can save a serious $150 a month doing this. &lt;br /&gt;* Give up your Expanded TV and Home Phone. This is an alternative to the frugal tip above. You save about $60 a month, but just go with the local channels instead of cutting TV all together. There are a few good cable TV shows I would miss, but with this tip you get to keep your internet access, so you can watch those shows online for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a couple of ideas I had done or am trying to do. I am sure I can even go more bare bones like not even eating out, renting DVDs from the library instead of redbox. I guess that will have to be depending on how much more the job search takes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only sell my house for a profit, I would be sitting pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20203866-3107935515632147289?l=dexfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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