So my mother was at the supermarket earlier today and she bought beer among other things. The usual Pale Pilsen wasn’t available—the only thing on the shelves was Colt 45. She had never tried a 45 before, so she figured she might as well try. The cashier looked at my mom and surely out of concern for the frail-looking Japanese lady, said: “Ma’am, this is strong stuff.”

A while ago, during dinner, my mother decided to test out the 45. She poured some for me (only a little; I had to finish my lab report) and more for her, then she took a big gulp.

She said: “Weak.” And then downed the rest of her glass.

I want this. Really really badly.

Hey, everyone. This is Philip, Levi’s good friend from way back in grade school. Levi has graciously given me this space ^[1] to plug our entry for Smart’s Mobile Developer Competition: Paranoia. Please do consider voting for us. Why?

Paranoia is an application for Google Android mobile phones that aims to assist in the tracking and retrieval of lost or stolen devices. Interested?

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I can’t help feeling that my batchmates are trying to tell me something.
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A few hours ago, a friend of mine gave me a link to one of the most cringe-worthy designs I’ve ever had the misfortune of visiting. Hmm… I can’t help feeling that I’ve seen this sort of design somewhere.

It is with great pleasure that I present to you the second feature in the Bad Design series: Tuloy Pnoy. (more…)

Every child is an artist. The problem is staying an artist when you grow up.

-Pablo Picasso

I’m happy to announce that we have migrated to a more reliable server. That means less downtime. This has, however, come at a cost: my most recent post before this announcement, “How to Win My Vote” wasn’t backed up, largely due to my lack of foresight, and so it is lost in the sea of the interwebs. Philip will try to retrieve it once he finishes migrating the rest of the sites, but there are no guarantees, and I’m too lazy to write it again.

I promise to make up for it with more interesting posts/essays.

In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Catholics and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time, there was no-one left to speak up.

-Martin Niemöller