:: Elnathan Rupert ::Rise from a long period of Procrastination

Ok, Since I dont post that much in this blog. I have decided to take it down and put up some random stuffs that I do instead. Most likely I’ll be putting up something like twitter stuff to update everytime, let those interested people what I am doing lately and how I feel. This may be the last post, for now until I decided what really am I going to do as this blog has been inactive and I dont post that much..

I have to admin I am picky when it comes to software applications. I really do not rely on how companies describe their products – what it can do and what are its advantage against others. Yesterday, I just learned that one of the folders in my 8GB USB drive got corrupted and unreadable! I was like HOLY CRAP!! That is where I saved all the graduation pics of my sister-in-law!! Desperate in finding a way to recover the files, I scoured over the internet for a possible software that can recover or fix the corrupted files/folders in a USB drive, I found this so called: USB Pen Drive Data Recovery Software. With my fingers crossed, I waited for almost three agonizing hours to search for all the files and folders and tried recovering it. True to itself, it was an unbelievable success!! Thanks to this guys who came up with this wonderful software, now my ass is covered

Dalawang araw lang nang ako’y matanggap sa isang samahan ng mga retratista na nababase sa Baguio. Hindi ako marunong kumuha ng retrato ngunit nais kong matuto. Gamit ang aking point and shoot camera, ako’y nagdesisyon na sumali at sa kabutiang palad, ako’y pinagbigyan at pinalad na matanggap. Hindi man ito matatawag na isang malaking bagay ngunit para sa isang katulad kong nagsisimula pa lamang ay malaking karangalan na aking iingatan at pagyayamanin.

Well, I have been reading the late Master Rapper – Francis M.’s blog a lot! I’ve been sufferring from sore throat for the past three days already and off course, I have been tasked to work on online ticketing and do some email correspondence to a whole lot of hard-headed, racist, know-it-all, full of pride, DUMBASS customers. Pardon my french but it’s true. I just cant understand why these people are having a hard time understanding: “not possible”, “you need to .. by following these steps:”, and “no”.

Anyway, this writing is not about those people but about Francis M. Mind you guys this is not to go with the flow because of the recent passing of Francis. I have been a fan since he released his first album “Yo!” but did not know much about his personal life until I read his blog.

Reading through the Master Rapper’s personal blog, I found this link he posted originally uploaded by user jojoatv.

Here goes a video of the Master Rapper when he was 17. Known to be his first TV appearance back in 1982 – the year I was born

Check this OUT

I have been a Call Center Agent/Technical Support Representative/Customer Care Associate (not to mention “slave”) for almost four years now and I must say I’ve had my highs and lows with this job. I can’t even tell how I lasted this long in this kind of job but I must say each and everyday is an ongoing battle.

Each and every single day, I speak to different type of people, different personality. I hear a lot of comment from other people who doesnt work in a call center say this job is a no brainer job for the undergrads, low life, people who simply just dont have anything to do in life. I must admit I get hurt everytime I hear this kind of comment as I myself know for a fact that this job is not something that can be performed by a kid. Imagine pacifying an irate customer, troubleshooting, taking note of each and every detail of your interaction and defying all other unthinkable impediments of the call center environment. You think this is something you can handle with your eyes shut?

I was in my hometown just last week. I heard a kid and his mother talking to each other. It was unintentional but their topic caught my attention. There was a job fair back then. The kid all of a sudden blurted out and said “Mom, I wanna be a call center agent”. The mother replied, why? can’t you find any other decent job than that?” I almost was about to come near her and ask why does she think about our job that way but its no use. That’s how they see it and that’s what will always be inculcated in their mind. I think there is no way to change the way how they see this job but this job is way better than they think in almost all aspects of employment if not life. First, there’s no strings attached, once your shift is done, youre done. Second, this job pays way better that any other job out there. Yes there may be a whole lot of downsides in this job but heck, this job is what gives me a living and there is no way in hell I would turn my back on my fellow “no-brainers”.

After months of thing about moving, I have finally decided to move my site to a brand new hosting location. Its on a server I completely have control over with. I have been trying to contact my hosting provider asking them why can’t I access my Cpanel and yet I havent heard anything from the guys who are supposed to take care of my concern.

Trying to test my patience and see how far can I go, I doing yet another vector animation of my favorite Philippine entertainer – Iya Villania. This is actually my first time ever doing a very detailed rendition since I started practicing this kind of art. Its a bit tricky and miticulous yet very rewarding. After working on the project for almost three hours, I finally finished and here’s what I came out with:

It’s Christmas Eve. I am going home to Pangasinan to celebrate the Christmas eve with my family. Sadly, this going to be the first Christmas without my Dad. It’s sad but its how the story goes. No matter what happens though, I am pretty sure that He doesn’t want to see us sad on the day we are supposed to be happy.  I am happy. Happy because I know that he is with our Almighty creator. Celebrating his newfound happiness.

Pedro M. Espiritu - 1931-2008

Words could not explain how painful it is to lose someone you love the most and was unable to let him feel or even know about it.  It has been literally almost 4 years since I left the place I once called home and the people who were the foundation of who am I today. This friday, December 5, 2008. My family is planning to go down to pangasinan to pay visit to our relatives including my Father whom, I have not seen for over two months or so nor even heard about. We were preparing our things when the unexpected call from my sister who lives with my Father. It was a news that I never expected I would receive. I just lost the person whom I was just planning to visit. It was a devastating experience for me knowing that I have not seen him or spoke with him for a while and find out that I will never get the chance to speak to him again.

I have always thought that I am a strong person. I am not a cry baby that cries over things. I have been through a whole lot of challenges in life and God knows how painful it is to be in those situation I have been on in the past but nothing compares to this one.

He was the one who raised me and my sister – against all odds I must day. His family (which I learned to consider mine as well) did not like us and I am not sure if they still feel the same way up until now but he has always been there during our grievances and our celebrations. Although he may not be the perfect Father (actually no one is) and was never vocal about how much he cares and love us, he was always there to catch us most of the times we feel like no one else is around to comfort us. He may have done a lot of undesirable things in the past but those were never a reason for the people who knows him how Great he is and I am proud of that.

Up until now I am in the state of denial which I belive is normal and I know will take time to accept the fact that the person that has molded me to who I am right now will never get to know how proud am I to have him as my father.. Maybe in time, I still have that chance but only time will tell. As a reading says, Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Amang, I love you and you will remain in our hearts forever.