A confession written in the tone of one who refuses to apologize for good taste) The Smell of Old Paper and Cordite Yes, I like Tom Clancy novels. There, I said it. And yes, I still buy the old paperbacks—the ones yellowed with age, their spines scarred from too many nights of suspense. They smell of old libraries, naval bunkers,
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
Yes, I Still Buy Old Books Yes, I still buy old books. There is something about holding history in your hands that feels grounding in a time when everything is one click away. The smell of old paper, the yellowed pages, and the faded cover art all remind me that knowledge used to require patience. When I found From Compass
’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,
Every cloud evangelist has their talking points. Some worship AWS like it is the promised land. Others treat Azure as the inevitable choice of big business and government. But for those of us who have traced packets, rebuilt VLANs in the dark, and prayed through failed routes at 2 a.m., this debate is not about branding. It is about control,
The Great Filipino Hallucination We’ve become a nation of highlight reels and hollow souls. Everyone looks rich online, but behind those posts are overdue bills, loan app notifications, and unpaid rent. It’s not poverty that defines this generation—it’s delusion. Take a walk through Instagram and it looks like we’re all living the good life. Café hopping, beach trips, unboxing videos,
There was a time when the hum of server fans defined an IT department. Today, the same architecture that powered those rooms now spans continents. The Windows stack didn’t die. It evolved. There is a quiet elegance in the Windows stack that many overlook. It does not try to impress with flash or hype. It simply works. Dependable, structured, and
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