April 04, 2007

Closing time

It’s 8pm, and I just finished sending out the station’s last media release before closing shop for Holy Week break.

At least now the media will have something to work on during this long weekend. I can’t wait to see how they will “re-write” the report.

The people from tech-support and I have been really good friends lately, given how crazy the station’s internet and web server has been acting these past few days.

I remember a portion in their report: “…the recent attacks were the most patient and sophisticated method we have ever encountered. In time, with the right skills and motivation, the attacker would have succeeded…”


I never thought anyone would go through that much trouble to break into our servers.


I’m the last one to leave. Again.

Time to close shop.

A restful weekend to all.

April 03, 2007


Thank goodness for this year’s longest weekend. Every lull moment in between the daily grind gets allocated to: extra sleep, leisure/hobbies, upkeep of dwelling place, and reflection.

I miss doing the last one.

Let’s see…

I have been trying to trace the patterns that shape my being – how I came to be who I am now, and the way I view the world – through my childhood and my parents. It’s a never-ending attempt to self-understanding that never runs out of interesting revelations.

More than just the how my parents brought me up, their psycho/physio-genetic features provide useful insights: the emotional fortitude (or the lack of it), the ailments that I will inevitably have to contend with, the propensity for good and evil, among others.

These insights were the basis for my personal vows – those that still stand and those that were already broken – in hopes of continuing the good in our family’s little cycle of life, and ending the bad.

As I grow old, however, I see more of the bad, entwined across the generations like a web. The vague stories shared in hushed whispers since my childhood slowly made sense, and I, slowly and painfully, understood how deep the web goes.

But, mercifully, the patterns became just as clear.

Entering the married life opened me to a whole new set of patterns to unravel, and the possible decisions to make in the hope of breaking the cycle.

It would be yet another set of patterns when we, if fate be kind, began to take the path of parenthood.

History has its lessons and the patterns have their stories. Learning from them is another thing.

A safe, restful, and blessed Holy Week to all.