Friday, September 28, 2007


Are you in for some nice little projects?Well here's one for you guys.
I wasn't really interested in builds until one time, I found again my Korg OVD-1 and thought, hey all these years I wasn't able to buy a real nice effects pedal.
And so I dove in the net to find some huge artifacts of effects building ON YOUR OWN.
I'm currently working on three: a Fuzz Face, a Linear Power Booster, and a Signal SPlitter.

There you are!
Hope you'll find time also to make your own. DIY RULES! Rock on. =)

(Here's the site if you are quite interested.)

Monday, September 24, 2007


It was like meeting your soul mate of sort. Minus the romance factor.

I can still feel the numbness in my head, a feeling that you would normally have in an aftermath of fever. A strange sense of placidity is still overwhelming me. Yes, an atmosphere quite similar to the area directly on the eye of a storm. It is this feeling of calmness that makes me feel completely different.

I realize it just now, that it is the form of revolution that is needed by our country now.

Not in changing our political configurations

Not in the manners (with a possible exception of the economic matters) in which we think fit for the Philippine setting.

I have just realized now that this too-much-mentioned culture of science is the thing that needs to be cultivated and consequently nurtured by the people. Science. A real big deal actually as far as I can see it. To be in the company of those who fully have this realization was virtually more than I could chew in those moments. I could hardly manage to construct any concrete thoughts that would somehow reinforce my almost shattered innocence, for lack of a better word to use.

Way below I stand in the setting, in this starting scenario, with a background not so suitable for such a scientific battle. But with this fully loaded realization, I don't think any thought of retreat is welcome.

I did not found the career that I would really want to pursue. I have found my proper destination to which I must begin building pathways to. It is a formidable task, as was discussed in that bricked coffee shop. But one must act now, and I mean now, to know if it is the most efficient solution among the feasible ones.

A scientific birth it was. Or maybe a 'PHYSICal' birth. Whatever it was, I can be certain of one thing: it was the single thing that have made so great an impact in my life.

I believe in God. God be with us in this endeavor.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Our Micro Four-Point Probe (MFPP / M4PP)

The group somehow succeeded in presenting that movie we have prepared for an Applied Physics subject. Up and kicking! Our professor uploaded the video at this site:

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Dare to Take the Cartridge

It wasn't on my plan to go and make this place an exhaust of my feelings, just like what my Friendster Blog has become. I intend to keep it that way but somehow I need to be more rational in expressing out the details of this particular event.

I already had the vague feeling that I was to go onto that red walled room, like what I used to term it in Friendster. And so I went to buy my pad of paper. It was a mixed feeling of determination and genuine fear. Determination for it was necessary to go on and face each day virtually alone. And genuine fear for like the other things I consider fragile, it was an experience and event that I would never ever want to be erased out of my memory. Yeah, like a favorite movie that you can watch over and over again if you find the time.

Off I went to the room, with all those yellow arches to the left, to the right and above me. It was like revisiting and reopening an old wound. I tell you it was hard. Yeah, I couldn't help but give a look onto that small circular table, where we used to table tap and talk of stuff. It was a sickening thought that all of those might not be ever repeated again, judging from how cold things turn out today. And so to the counter I went, as if devirginizing a lonely memory, and took an order of the ice cream cartridge. It was a complete turn around, an about face like in scouting. I broke my vow to spend the next cartridge with her.

I could have cried. I could have lost myself and shouted amongst the late diners of the store. I could have approached our table and rehearsed the table tap patterns she taught. I admit I cannot remember any of them but I feel, I feel that taking my place would help me in remembering the steps. It was all but a painful memory of G. Louie.

She is the greatest triumph and defeat. A dream come true and now a frustration.

Anyway, I made my way home enjoying my ice cream cartridge, hot fudge as was always, and all the while thinking her and of her and of her. It was after all, all about her.

(DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is totally a coincidence.)