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I brought yz to her pedia to have her vaccinated last tuesday. It took longer than I expected since the doctor was running late, more than an hour or so, and we were far down the list of patients. While waiting we came across a relatively young couple scheduled to have their son checked out as well. It sparked my interest at the time to make a conversation and compare notes as they say... until such time when our turn came up on the patient list. We've made a new acquaintance. I've been known to be cynical and sight such events as a waste of time in the past; it's only now that I realize the importance of it. A parent can't help but to wonder if there is a better way of bringing up their child, hence the comparisons, and of course there is that small burst of self-esteem if you know you're doing a better job than others. Let's not forget the elation of sharing information as well; for me, being a parent hasn't only taught me how to appreciate my child, but all children as well. Seeing them bursting with potential, knowing that with the proper nourishment these kids could surpass us, far beyond what we adults have already achieved today. Amidst this cynical society we exist in, this thought gives me comfort, knowing that maybe all might not be lost. The following day... Wednesday, I went to the Social Security System Office to apply for an ID. Only to find myself trapped back in time, where everything was taped in red. Thankfully I was able to weather the temptation of impatience. So after of more than an hour of waiting I was able to accomplish most of my goals for that particular errand. I know getting mad won't get me anything, nor anywhere... getting even seems to be a far better option. In a month's time I should received my ID via the postal service. I also plan to remit a portion of my monthly wage to the system as a self employed worker. I feel I'll be needing it in the future. Hopefully by then the system is still intact and has yet to succumb to the plague of corruption ravaging my country.. |
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It's the first time I'm recognizing such a day of the year. Well, I didn't have a father figure growing up so it didn't make any difference to me. At the moment I see no significance of the occasion; perhaps in the distant future I will. I was at the mall yesterday, and there was an event catering to the festive day of faja's. There were activities gaged for fathers and their kids to bond, specifically for that day it was RC racing. I'd like to think of it as nostalgic but sadly it isn't; though I look forward to spending such days with my daughter regardless of what day of the year it is. As I recognize this day I still failed to greet my own faja, perhaps I deem it unfit to greet him on such an occasion. My guess is there is still lingering resentment, angst, or whatever those shrinks call it. Amidst my hidden emotions, I do hope that this will not hamper my capabilities of being a good father figure to my kid. Though personal issues perpetually deter me from being a better person, I am optimistic that things will eventually turn out in my favor. |
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My grandmother gave us a book to read entitled The Baby Whisperer by: Tracey Hogg. It gives priceless advice to first time parents like us; but the highlight of the book is to try and establish a routine for your newborn. Wherein your newborn eats, sleeps and does her thing at specific times of the day to aide parents who desperately lack sleep. Unfortunately my kid has a will of her own and refuses to comply with us. It's so hard to put her to sleep, she gets bored easily and is always checking out her environment. And when she's asleep it's way too hard to wake her up, you can move her, shake her, or play some tunes by the deftones with no avail. So now, we rest when she's asleep and do our thing when she's awake. Fortunately I think she's slowly catching on with the concept of day and night. I don't wanna jinx it but i hope the current trend continues. Sleep has been a scarce commodity these days. I kinda see myself in yz, she's impatience and has a short temper like someone i know *looks around*. I get the feeling that I'll be in for a very interesting ride this coming year; seeing my daughter grow up, and me as her primary male model... it's sure to be a show. karma is such a fitting alias for me; no wonder i thought of it way back. |
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I manage to find a workaround for the session problems on my new host. It turns out this host handles sessions differently. I didn't notice it earlier since it's been several years since I've encountered sessions configured in such a manner. Personally I don't like it because it transmits the sessions data via GET method which shows the session ID on your browser's location bar. Also, it's a bit of hassle to code accordingly. For now I have suppressed the errors, with minor drawbacks which I plan to take on as soon as I find the time. Thankfully ,I've finished migrating to my new host so that's one problem down the drain. Now it's business as usual for my site. |
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I managed to transfer host, but it didn't go as smoothly as planned. I get session errors like such: Warning: session_start() [function.session-start]: open(/tmp/sess_j37plmqb887cup6aasfa7trqm0, O_RDWR) failed: Permission denied (13) in /home/.homero/seening/seening.org/index on line 2 While most of the site works, the capcha and contact form doesn't, which kinda sucks since we can't pinpoint the problem. I hope to have the problem fixed by the end of the week so I can resume migrating and updating other parts of my site. On a different note, my old domain name seening.net was blatantly stolen from me (lack of a better term) by my old hosting provider. The domain was suddenly re-registered for another year under my name, yet they refuse to reply to my emails. What a bunch of bastards! So from now on I'll be using seening.org instead. |
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This will be my last entry to my journal under the philhosting services. As of tomorrow, June 6, 2007, my contract with them will expire. I tried numerous times to contact them in an effort to renew my subscription but were all in vain. I emailed them on all 3 email addresses posted on their website with the intent to reacquire their services with no reply. I tried emailing them 5 times, which was the extent of my patience. Call it Denial of Service or what not, bottom line, there is nothing I can do if they refuse to reject my patronage, though a reply from them stating the later would've been appreciated. Thankfully, I've found a new host, referred to me by an officemate. I'll just be meeting up with her to pay for my subscription. If everything goes well, I can retain my domain and only have 2-3 days downtime for my site... See you when I move to my new online diggs. |
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This is one of the last photos I got with my Canon IS800 digicam. For some dumbfounded reason, it won't take any more photos. Whenever I try to, the damn thing powers down. Like all of my things, I've taken extra care of it. Unfortunately I lent it to a relative, and when it was returned to me, it was broken. Of course I can't prove anything; so I just charged it to experience, which cost me 25,000 PHP. The damn thing only lasted a year then broke down. It would be useless pointing fingers now, but the next time I'm buying a digicam or anything of that sort, I'm definitely shifting to sony... And yeah, the estimated repair cost is almost at par as getting a new one. Damn those bastards! Anyway, this is a photo of me trying to put my kid to sleep. She's been suffering from colic the past few days.. poor thing. Thanks to the guidance of my grandmother, I learned a few new tricks, and everything seems to be under wraps for the time being. Seeing and hearing a baby cry for hours on end get to be very irritating and frustrating, but once you see them look at you with those innocent eyes, all that angst just fades away. |
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Since my daughter was born, I had made more enemies than I ever had in my entire life, in the past 3 weeks. Most of them are either my relatives or the mother's relatives, which was what I expected. It just becomes tiresome hearing the same gripes over and over. They say I am selfish for putting the interests of my daughter before theirs, and they have the nerve to threaten me!? I see them as back seat drivers, all talk, but when worse comes to worst they're just sitting at the back and the driver is left with all the responsibility. I can't say that all my choices are correct, but they are decisions spawned for the best interests of my daughter. I would rather deal with the consequences of my decisions rather than doing so with other people's so called suggestions. Sometimes a part of me just wants to give way, but in order to move forward for my daughter I have to stand up for my beliefs with conviction. I know I'll bump into more people in the future, but this is part of parenthood, I guess. I try to keep an open mind and just take in the lessons of fatherhood as each day passes by. At the moment there's not much I can do with relatives poking their noses into my business since I am still under someone else's roof; but I hope to change that in the very near future. I do hope lady luck is by my side on this one. It also sucks that I don't have anyone to talk to about these things, parenthood I mean. I don't have good "role-model material" parent to ask tips from, nor do I have any friends, siblings or relatives with good parenting skills in my age bracket. Most of them, if not all, are all talk without any real parenting experience. Thankfully I can just type away on my journal and talk to myself and think things over. The only down side is it's hard to find an objective antagonist in these conversations. For the most part, all I hear is a rambling protagonist, haha! |
