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on Sunday, January 2, 2011
Down From the Hill: My 2010 Odyssey in Pictures
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I posted these on facebook as 2010 came to a close. Thought they would be worth sharing in my online time capsule as well. 18. My desk in N105 on a beautiful sunny morning. My workstation maybe cluttered beyond all hope of redemption, yet it was my cradle of knowledge during the final stretch of ...
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on Saturday, September 11, 2010
Random Snapshots of my Everyday Life
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everyday,
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The street right outside the house where I stay and the two door batmobile I drive to work courtesy of the Guanzon family. I leave for work at 6:00 am. I took this photo on a beautiful Sunday morning. My workstation. Phone. 2 monitors. Piles of notes on different States and spreadsheets of star-c...
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on Friday, September 10, 2010
Which bureaucracy is more efficient: a case study.
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bureaucracy,
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case
Or we could also call this, which government sucks less, USA's Federal Government versus the Philippines' National Government. In this particular study, we take a look at commensurate agencies: the American Department of Motor Vehicles (California, per Federal Government) against the Philippine L...
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on Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monthsary.
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month,
monthsary,
live,
fast
May 26, 2010. It has been one month. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes. I haven't really done much in my first month here in America. That month went by fast. Last night, I was fully absorbed in the movie, Bucketlist, starring no less than Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. If 45 years...
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on Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The City of Second Chances.
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It was a beautiful morning on the 6th anniversary of her mother, my aunt's death. Although we do not look alike at all, when our eyes met for the first time, I instinctively knew that she was family. The enchanting eyes that stared back at me, through my heavily tinted sunglasses...
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on Saturday, April 3, 2010
Change.
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change,
when,
again,
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The problem with writing about it is that you cannot just quite add something new to the already immense and cliché-filled phenomenon. All the same, its ubiquitousness does not assuage the pain it causes to the individual. This is especially true if you are, like myself, a person who easily gets ...
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