I once met a man with a PhD in Chemical Engineering. He introduced himself and said, Just call me Bob.That was it. No letters. No performance. Just quiet certainty.And that is when I decided I would never need M.S. after my name. The Question I was asked once why I don’t put M.S. after my name. It was said kindly,
Category: Coping
Sounding “American” does not equate clarity or comprehension. Fluency is not imitation. It is ownership. I Grew Up Speaking in Two Worlds I grew up and spent a big part of my life in the Philippines. Yes, we used English in school. It was the language of instruction, of authority, of announcements shouted through broken speakers that nobody really heard.
The Temptation It always begins the same way. You open a browser for something innocent. Maybe to check a reference. Maybe to confirm a version number. Then it appears.A new Esri Press title glowing on your screen like salvation. Getting to Know ArcGIS Enterprise. Ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. Hardcover for one fifty-nine if you hate your wallet enough. You
The end of Windows 10 is not the end of an era. It is the proof that progress is a privilege disguised as inevitability. The Curtain Falls After ten years of service, patches, blue screens, and forced restarts, Windows 10 is finally being buried. Microsoft calls it progress. I call it another obituary written in marketing language. This is not
You do not study for the test. You study to remember who you are when everything hurts. The Great Academic Coma It is over. The great intellectual massacre has ended. You close the laptop like a soldier coming home without a parade. Your medals are eye bags and coffee breath. The silence after midterm feels fake, like peace after a
The Fruit No One Asked For When life gives you lemons, the first instinct is to ask who the hell ordered fruit. Because honestly, no one wakes up hoping for another round of disappointment. No one says, “Yes, today I hope my plans implode, my savings vanish, and my patience erode.” But life doesn’t ask for your consent. It just
’Twas the night before midterms, the room was a mess,My desk was a battlefield, nothing was less.The coffee was cold, yet I brewed it again,Pretending that caffeine could nourish my brain. My notes were all scattered, my focus was gone,The outline I made was a joke all along.I’d planned to review, yet I just couldn’t start,For memes and regret fought
The Path Not Taken If I’m being honest, I wanted to major in History.Not Computer Science. Not IT. Not anything involving servers, protocols, or subnet masks. I was fascinated by stories — how societies rose and fell, how ideas outlived their authors, how the smallest decisions rippled across centuries. History, to me, was the ultimate network: human connections spanning generations,
Not a Broadway Number Do You Hear the People Sing? is not theater in the Philippines. It is not performed on a stage. It is performed in the slums, in evacuation centers, in the lines at pawnshops and remittance centers. It is the anthem of people who were promised a better life by every administration and then handed crumbs. The
Fall break. That shiny pause in the calendar that we celebrate like we’ve just been granted a royal pardon. Reality check: it isn’t a vacation, it’s a brief gasp of air before the exam machine tightens its grip. And let’s not sugarcoat it: midterms don’t just loom, they stalk us. For some of us, the very thought of them sparks