May point si Kuya Anon9396 pero mukhang mas may point si Anon0746.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Web Dev Project: Snapshots
UPDATE:
Natapos ko nang gawin yung interface nya which is ALMOST similar to Flickr. Medyo weird nga lang kasi hindi ko maayos yung uploading problems nya kasi mapili yung script.
Eto nga pala yung latest screenshot nung homepage nung site:
BTW yung image (bokeh) eh hindi akin, nakita ko lang sa Internet at yan eh nagpapalit every 20 seconds using a jQuery.
More updates to come. :D
PS: Alam ko merong mas mgagaling sa akin na mag-program dyan kaya don’t criticize my work. thanks. :D
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
May nakakaalam ba kung ano ang name nung interpreter ni Ms. Angola?
Balita ko kasi sya yung Miss Universe 2011...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Watch how Jon Jones gets the UFC Light Heavyweight belt from Shogun Rua
http://www.ufc.com/media/ufc-128-jones-rua
"The Names" by Billy Collins (b.1941), written in 2002.
Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.
A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,
I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,
Then Baxter and Calabro,
Davis and Eberling, names falling into place
As droplets fell through the dark.
A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,
I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,
Then Baxter and Calabro,
Davis and Eberling, names falling into place
As droplets fell through the dark.
Names printed on the ceiling of the night.
Names slipping around a watery bend.
Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.
Names slipping around a watery bend.
Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.
In the morning, I walked out barefoot
Among thousands of flowers
Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,
And each had a name —
Among thousands of flowers
Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,
And each had a name —
Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal
Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.
Names written in the air
And stitched into the cloth of the day.
Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.
Names written in the air
And stitched into the cloth of the day.
A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox.
Monogram on a torn shirt,
I see you spelled out on storefront windows
And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.
I say the syllables as I turn a corner —
Monogram on a torn shirt,
I see you spelled out on storefront windows
And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.
I say the syllables as I turn a corner —
Kelly and Lee,
Medina, Nardella, and O’Connor.
When I peer into the woods,
I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden
As in a puzzle concocted for children.
Medina, Nardella, and O’Connor.
When I peer into the woods,
I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden
As in a puzzle concocted for children.
Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash,
Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,
Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.
Names written in the pale sky.
Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.
Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,
Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.
Names written in the pale sky.
Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.
Names silent in stone
Or cried out behind a door.
Names blown over the earth and out to sea.
Or cried out behind a door.
Names blown over the earth and out to sea.
In the evening — weakening light, the last swallows.
A boy on a lake lifts his oars.
A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,
A boy on a lake lifts his oars.
A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,
And the names are outlined on the rose clouds —
Vanacore and Wallace,
(let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)
Vanacore and Wallace,
(let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)
Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z.
Names etched on the head of a pin.
One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.
A blue name needled into the skin.
Names etched on the head of a pin.
One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.
A blue name needled into the skin.
Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers,
The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.
The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.
Alphabet of names in a green field.
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.
Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.
So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.
Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.
So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.
-a poem to commemorate the victims of 9/11 Terrorist Attack Former New York governor George Pataki
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Dear 234 ng Smart
I didn’t request for any ****ing ringtone and why you kept on sending and make bawas on my load.
Very nice marketing / robbery strategy.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Boy dies after masturbating 42 times
A 16-year-old boy died after masturbating 42 times without stopping in Rubiato town, in Goiás region, Brazil.
His mother told a local newspaper that she already knew about his son’s addiction and that she planned to see the doctor, but the decision came too late.
The young man began to masturbate at midnight and spent the whole night to compulsively touch himself.
At school, his classmates commented on the boy’s problem and some said he asked them to connect to the webcam for being observed.
They further said that his attraction to women was extreme; he was attracted to all kind of women, regardless of texture physics, color and age.
In his room a great amount of pornography was found, including photographs and videos of nude women that were saved on his PC
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Web Dev Project / OJT Alternative Solution: Ticketing System
My boss approached me after we installed the Ticketing System that I’ve created for the department in a web server and asked if I can possibly make the system just allow 1 user per access which means only 1 person can access the system in a particular time. So the logic of it is when a user is currently logged in to the system and another user will login to the system, the first user will be logged out and vice versa.
So I created a database where there’s just only 1 data saved and this will be the source of the system to know if there are logged in user.
When a user logs in to the system, a script will be triggered to update the database and input its unique id, the id is encrypted by sha1 and base64_encode. The user will not be logged out unless the unique ID is changed.
That script is the one responsible in checking the unique ID from the database.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Naruto
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