A Photograph

I photographed an ordinary scene from the road. Least did I expect for God to join the picture. (//-^)

Life is LIKE a Computer

Life is LIKE a Computer

            “Life is like a computer”, imagine yourself saying that half a century ago. You would sound like a sci-fi fanatic of a television show. People, even the inventors of the predecessors of the modern computer failed to predict how deep these machineries can be rooted to the human society. The very nature of these pieces of silicon and plastic is to lessen the ever-increasing burden of Mr. Adam O’Humanity. As what English philosopher Alfred Whitehead once said, “Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking of them.”

Each day we open and close a number of windows.  A few might end up in the recycle bin, others in store as short-term memory, while some are carved for eternity. Like computers we can close a file of bad memories and open saved joyous memories of our lives.   Many of us would wish for our mouths to have backspaces. That life could have an Undo button or that life could simply be paused, played and fast-forwarded. Many times as well have we been confronted with the ever-so-popular multiple choice question in our screens, the Yes or No. In life we as well make decisions of our own, answerable by the two options previously mentioned. But human as we are we are, tend to give an even more complicated answer like, “maybe”, “umm… depends”, etc.

A few might have noticed that never did I mentioned that like a human being computers are capable of learning from a file of bad memories a.k.a. experiences and prevent it from happening again. A computer will simply just simply bid it goodbye.  It is because compared to computers we are capable of thinking beyond the box, beyond the codes and arithmetic operations which we programmed them to do. Man is born to err and to correct those mistakes; man is capable of comprehending the situation. Perhaps life can’t be paused then played or fast-forwarded as we wished, just to remind us to treasure each second of our lives. Perhaps life doesn’t have that Undo button we are speaking because we are taught to be responsible of our actions. Man is born with the ability to justify, decide and choose which is best for him. Eventually we came to know that we need more than just those series of commands and codes to win the game of life. In reality it is up to us to built our own foundations and paint our own canvases. Let us just bear in mind that, that canvas is not like what you find in Paint, which you can just simply undo and paint over.

           

One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men.  No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man.  ~Elbert Hubbard, The Roycroft Dictionary and Book of Epigrams, 1923

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I'll miss you

our own separate ways. . .

  I’ll miss you  

   

        To our directress, Sr. Grace Bueno pm, to our beloved principal, Ms. Ma. Corazon Sunga, to my industrious teachers, and to my beloved classmates and fellow schoolmates, I wish to greet you all a pleasant day. 

          I wish to start my speech by bringing us all back to the fateful day of the 9^th of June of the year 2008. This day marked the first day of our classes as freshmen in this institution. I never seemed to forget the feeling of excitement I had within during those times. I was about to set foot unto a higher phase of my schooling, the High School Level. As I arrived in school, I saw a new world opening up, I saw new people and new faces, some looked excited as I was, some looked nervous, some looked timid, and a few appeared to stand out from the crowd. I gazed around looking for my former classmates hoping I could find company. I saw them by a post, musing over a sheet. I found my name along with numerous names I never heard of before. This sheet contained the list of people whom I will soon be calling my classmates. Heaps of questions began piling up at the back of my head. I felt like a kid expecting for something, yet not knowing what it is. The succeeding days, were filled with expectation-reality situations. I discovered much from my classmates. I saw a diversity of personality and attitude, although not all of my classmates have openly expressed them yet. It just took us a few more days perhaps a week to get along even more and develop a sense of belonging.

            The first year in High School gave each of us a fresh new start out. It gave us an opportunity to break free from our inner shells and make new friends. The second year surprised us with a few personalities that haven’t been shown yet during our first year. The third year proved a little tougher academically as we tackle harder lessons. The term “teamwork” as we call was inevitable and hard to resist. Opportunities and important decisions started flooding as we reached the concluding level, the fourth year. All of a sudden everybody felt busier than the usual. Gone were the days when we were home by five in the afternoon and the precious weekends for recreation. Out of the blue, every one of us appeared to be chasing after a certain goal, and perhaps that is the chance to wear a toga and march on the graduation day. The past four years established a firm bonding and common sense of camaraderie. The past four years taught us that one purpose of education is to teach us students how to live life; by developing our minds and equipping us with reality. We were taught to think, to understand, to integrate, and to prove. We were taught the essentials of the knowledge discovered in the past and how to be equipped to acquire further knowledge by our own efforts. 

           As we end another phase we might wonder why it takes a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye. But let us bear in mind that goodbyes aren’t meant to be forever nor this it mean that it is the end. It is just one way of saying, “I’ll miss you!”. How I felt so lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. I am thankful to have you all as part of my life. I just wish to end this by saying, “We only part to meet again”.

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