Hu…Hu..Emo muna ako

Discreet mode

It’s not that I hate them or anything but the mere fact that they are now there without having been around and, suddenly appeard where they were elevated to what they are now? It  simpy implies that no amount of service to the higher up would be enough to bear any fruit, only to find out that all efforts are but a  waste of our time. It is biased, unfair, and without any considerations at all.

Reality and Dreams: Riles

Gonna make this very quick….

 

So okay, I had this very weird dream early Tuesday morning. Weird indeed.

 

1. Rail along McArthur-First sequence, I was in someplace similar in McArthur Highway. I was riding with someone on this “for two people-only” electirc scates gliding down on the railway which somehow looks a lot like a roller-coaster as we swing back and forth, fast and slow, up and down. And I felt like I was screaming like crazy as I holding a pole as I stand (I have nothing to seat in there by the way. Then we stopped somewhere in the Malinta section of the highway. Then a conductor from a train behind us dropped by and asked us to ride on the train itself than rather risking our very lives on this highly fatal death-trap.

2. Onang’s Cradle-Next sequence, I was inside a room, all grey and shadowy then standing on the wall is Onang and his band of brothers (sila rin ba?). And they were singing mushy emo love songs. Why am I having these strange dreams? I don’t know.

3. She Lies Next-Last sequence, I was standing next to this popular girl I knew back in high school. She was lying on the floor along with her circle of friends. They were all wearing the school uniforms and as they lie there, they all raised their right legs and they were all singing. One of them invited me to tag along. I did but in a 90 degrees angle, forming an “L” of sorts. really, even my dream counterpart is finding all of these all weird, out of the ordinary and increasingly creepy for every sequence that followed.

Mag-Ingat (From E-mail to Multily)

Nakatanggap ako ng invi mula sa isang nagngangalang Anita na taga Cote D’Ivoire o Ivory Coast. Ang naka-attach na message ay pamilyar sa mga natatanggap ko noong mga email messages about a former dictator’s family/ or a family who owned diamond mines in Africa asking people online for help by donating to their “account” certain amounts of money ranging from a million to 5 million dollars or more. I’m warning each and everyone of you that it is but a trick. Don’t accept people you don’t know because they are “strangers in the night….”

Nga pala, heto message niya:

from Anita WeluhaAnita
abidjan, abidjan Cote D’Ivoire (Ivory Coast)


Please I invite you only for help write me through this email. weluanita@yahoo.com
May peace of GOD be upon you and your family? my name is Miss Anita Weluha the only survival daughter of Late Mr. & Mrs. John Weluha. My father and mother were very wealthy farmers and cocoa merchant when they were both alive. After the death of my mother long ago, my father was controlling the business until he was poisoned by his business associates which he suffered and died. Before the death of my father in a private hospital here in Abidjan where he was admitted, He secretly called me on his bed side and disclosed to me about the sum of USD ($5 million)Five Million Dollars, he left in suspense account in one of the bank here in Abidjan, it was the money he was intended to transfer oversea for investment before he was poisoned. My late father also instructed me that I should seek for a foreign partner in any country of my choice who will assist me transfer this money in oversea account where the money will be save and invested wisely. Because of the current political problem here in Ivory Coast I decided to transfer the money to abroad where it will be save and invested. Therefore, I am crying and seeking for your kind assistance in the following ways: (1) To contact the bank were this fund was deposited and assist me open a safe bank account into where the money will be transferred for investment. (2) To serve me as a guardian of this fund since I am a girl of 19 years old. (3) To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and to secure a resident permit for me in your country. As soon as I receive your urgent reply indicating your interest to assist me to successfully transfer the money into your yet nominated account I will give you the contact of the bank where the money was deposited and all informations..
I will be waiting for your mail weluanita@yahoo.com
Yours lovely,
Miss Anita Weluha

Buhay Kolehiyo: YMing with an Airchecker

I was listening to Campus 99.5 this morning on live stream. I suddenly wanna make a request to that station so I YMed the station (campusfm995/Manny Pagsuyuin). I thought John Hendrix was talking over the YM pero nung nanagalog, airchecker pala. So heto ung kinahinatnan ng conversation namin ni Airchecker Miguel of Letran:
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James: Hi! Can I request for Guillotine by Urbandub? from James Habitan of the College of Saint Benilde, Thank you!
Manny Pagsuyuin: hey  sorry that’s kinda old already compared to their new single
James: that’s ok…
James: havent been keeping up with new songs these days
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehe songs are phased really fast
James: yeah, you really dont know what will happen..
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehehehehe
James: ah ok…what about “One Step at a Time” by Jordin Sparks?
Manny Pagsuyuin: anong course mo sa benilde? MMA i think
James: yeah
Manny Pagsuyuin: sabi na nga ba eh
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehe
Manny Pagsuyuin: anong year mo na?
James: 2nd year
Manny Pagsuyuin: ka batch mo si paul ang db? LD
Manny Pagsuyuin: ka batch mo si paul ang db?
James: paul….who?
Manny Pagsuyuin: Paul Ang..
James: Mmm…no..
Manny Pagsuyuin: Paul Sherwin Ang..
Manny Pagsuyuin: hmmn baka di mo kablock..
James: nope
Manny Pagsuyuin: he’s my good friend.
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehe wal alng
James: hehehe. r u an airchecker?
Manny Pagsuyuin: yepyep
Manny Pagsuyuin:
Manny Pagsuyuin: i’m miguel of letran
James: oohh…i heard about you
Manny Pagsuyuin: hmmn san naman?
Manny Pagsuyuin: waah
James: Brewrats last week
Manny Pagsuyuin: argghh
Manny Pagsuyuin: haha
Manny Pagsuyuin: the controversial guy
James: yeah, the gay guy
Manny Pagsuyuin: hahahaha
Manny Pagsuyuin: damn
James: good thing “he” was banged
Manny Pagsuyuin: hahaha
Manny Pagsuyuin: si pipsy!
James: hehehe
Manny Pagsuyuin: pero
Manny Pagsuyuin: masaya ung experience ko sa brewrats for a week
Manny Pagsuyuin: masaya nmn
James: hehehe…gusto ko sana rin magng airchecker but di pa 18. nakakinis
James: next year susubukan ko
Manny Pagsuyuin: as long as
Manny Pagsuyuin: college student ka ayos na!
Manny Pagsuyuin: our youngest is janna she’s 17
James: don nga ako hopeful
Manny Pagsuyuin: ahahha, try out!
Manny Pagsuyuin: wala namang mawawala ehhhh
James:
Manny Pagsuyuin: wat time class mo/
James: 2day?
Manny Pagsuyuin: yeah
James: 1pm
Manny Pagsuyuin: ahhh
Manny Pagsuyuin: heheh
Manny Pagsuyuin: kelan nag start class nyo?
James: May 21
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehe
Manny Pagsuyuin: we greeted you ah!
James: w8…
Manny Pagsuyuin has signed back in. (2008/06/10 7:57)

James: im on live stream…antayin ko
Manny Pagsuyuin: delayed ang eradio ng apala..
James: thanks talaga for greeting!
Manny Pagsuyuin: no prob  we’re the only station that greets listeners frequently
James: heeheh.
James: Thanks talaga…
Manny Pagsuyuin: no problem
Manny Pagsuyuin: wait
James: ?
Manny Pagsuyuin: alam mo ba ung DL?
James: Dean’s list?
Manny Pagsuyuin: hmmn
Manny Pagsuyuin: nevermind
James:
Manny Pagsuyuin: hehe pasenxa na
James: ok lng
Manny Pagsuyuin: heheh
Manny Pagsuyuin: la lang.
Manny Pagsuyuin: hahahahahha
Manny Pagsuyuin: ahh
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Binati pala ako ni Miguel sa ere pero biglang naputol connection ko sa eradio so di ko narinig. huhuhu. Di bale…:)

The Rise and Fall of 107.9 UnderGround Radio back in 2006

I saw this blog from Friendster which I find it very interesting to read. Please note that this was written around 2007. Today, it is now known as 107.9 U-Radio (They can’t use ‘Underground’ anymore since there’s another station that goes by that name, 105.9 RJ Underground Radio)

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Source: http://profiles.friendster.com/uradio

A pirate is a radio station that tries to be heard over a relatively large area but operates without benefit of a license from the government. This is the story of the rise and fall of a pirate: 107.9FM Underground Radio, as it came to be called.

It began several months ago when I happened across a review of the Tugicom FM-25 PLL FM stereo broadcast transmitter on the internet,a low-powered unit meant to be heard over a short range. “Own and operate your own FM stereo broadcast station,” the review had said. Wow! I thought, my own radio station! Actually, I had been thinking about doing something like that for some time. Always fascinated by the mystery of radio communications since a was a child, one of my earliest questions as a kid was, “Dad, how does the music get from where that man is playing it to the dashboard of our car?” (I think he mumbled something about phone lines.) The technical challenge of doing it myself had always been there.

Radio: Elevator Music
In recent years a second reason for putting my own signal on the air has surfaced: Most of the programming now out there on the radio sounds like noise to my ears. Radio has become less important in my life because of that. The compressed and boring music (not to mention the commmercials and stupid trying hard DJ’s on most stations) that comes out of my radio has become tiresome. I now only listen to radio while driving, and then only with the radio tuned to a news station. I’ve “tuned out”, preferring to listen to music on my CD and mp3 player insted.I began to think there might be others out there who would like to hear something unconventional.

In all of my musing over the months,I have always considered FM was to complex and the cost would be to much. I had visions, I guess, of the early days of FM and the convoluted phase and serrasoid schemes that were necessary to produce high-fidelity modulation in a era before high-speed digital dividers and linear variable reactance diodes made directly-modulated synthesized exciters were commonplace. Upon reflection on new this new technology, it began to sink in: Of course, FM is the perfect choice! FM is for people who like music! The challenge was now irresistible.

The Station
So,I puchased the tugicom FM-25,(25watt FM transmitter)and designed and built my own antenna, attached a CD player, fired’er up and jumped in the car to check out the range. That little transmitter sounded just pretty darned good to my ears – at first. But I hardly got to the end of my town before its tiny signal fadded out. I also noticed an irritating buzzing in the audio and some strange noises that seemed to be coming from the CD – they were keeping time with the music. I can do better than this, I thought. From that moment I was hooked. I began an almost month-long struggle to get the signal out beyond the borders of our town and to clean up the FM-25, a struggle that turned into a happy addiction and a 5month life of crime.

Several antenna improvements were also made that first month. The system progressed from a homemade omni antenna to a giant 40 foot 4 element folded dipole made of aluminum pipe designed and made by me and mounted on a 125-foot tower in the back of my house. Range was now almost to the edge of the whole Metro Manila with just about 9 million souls, and I was having great fun. I played mostly club music..It was a blast.

But i never got the fm-25 to sound as good as I thought it should,So I bought a new transmitter. This time it was Broadcast Wearhouse MPX3000,(30 watt FM Transmitter)which had been featured in an article in an internet website. The MPX3000 was perfect, however. It had a strange 9 dB boost at the extreme bass end of its audio response range, and stereo separation and balance was very good. Also, that “dead quiet” was marred by a high-pitched whistling sound heard faintly in the background. In the next few weeks I made quite a few improvements to it mostly capacitor value changes and the tightening of resistor tolerances. The bass boost problem and the high-pitched whine were traced to problems in the unit’s loop filter.

I also added a subtle modulation limiter circuit in the audio path between the mixer and the exciter. The purpose of a modulation limiter is to protect the transmitter from being driven into distortion by a too-loud audio signal, a condition very easy to encounter with high dynamic range CDs. Also, the typical mixer board operator’s tendency is to bang the VU meters into the red in an attempt to sound as loud as possible over the air. The limiter allows the operator to indulge this proclivity without over-driving the transmitter.

The result of the improvement effort was highly satisfactory: The MPX3000 checked out at 0.1% audio distortion on a high-quality modulation monitor.Stereo Separation came in at better than 55 dB at 1 kHz, and noise was too low to be measured!

I also jacked up the power again, from 25watts this time to 300 watts,using an amplifier i purchaced from Ebay. The modification was no easy feat. Fortunately, I had access to a spectrum analyzer,and a high power dummy load for testing,to make a long story short, the result was impressive. The second harmonic was some 65 dB down and spurious emission and higher-order harmonics were non-existent. In other words,It was clean and perfect!

The station was now quite satisfactory from a technical standpoint and the choice to operate in the FM band was definitely the right one for the situation. The signal easily covered most of metro manila and beyond,Coverage was still a little spotty on cheap radios, however, so I began to lay plans for an increase in power – to 1000 watts.But it was not to be. 107.9FM was building to a downfall..

The Bust
As it turned out, there was someone in the radio industry who cared, and he cared very much. The owner of the local legally NTC-licensed FM station had been monitoring us and had decided to take action. I received a call from them one afternoon. Not knowing I was the perpetrator, the station owner explained the situation and asked if I could help him track down the guy. I almost came clean right then and there when I replied that I already had a very good idea of who the guy was… but would rather not identify him. The station owner then said that he had been in talks with the NTC and that they were “cracking down on this pirate station.” Trying very hard to control my voice in this unreal situation, I said something to the effect that I would “talk to the guy” and could almost guarantee that he would shut down. Thanking me, he ended the conversation.

And that was how UnderGround Radio died without a whimper. Well, yes, there was a whimper. We went on the air for a short time at exactly 12 AM the following night with a tearful farewell.

A few days later I stopped in at the local station and, still operating in lying mode, told the owner I had “talked to the guy” and had been assured that his operation had ceased. It was at this meeting that I gained a little better appreciation of the owner’s point of view. Basically it was this: He operates by the rules, pays his dues – thousands and thousands of pesos,it turns out, to something called a Regulation Fund, and to ASCAP (this money goes to local recording artists) – and of course, he’s a businessman and makes his living from his radio station. He saw the pirate as taking food from his mouth. I quizzed him a little about whether the pirate had been interfering with his signal and, more importantly, on whether he considered the pirate to be a serious competitor given the fact that the program format was so drastically different. No, the pirate was not interfering, and no, he said with a bit of a chuckle, the pirate’s format made absolutely no difference in his view. He then made it perfectly clear that he would be in contact with the NTC if the pirate’s operation continued. We shook hands and I left, feeling like a jerk and a fraud..

A day or so later a Man. (I will not mention his name) and he was calling from the National telecomunications commision. He asked if I knew why he was calling. I replied that, yes, I did. He asked if I knew who the pirate was up there? Yes, I did, but would rather not say. Did I help construct the station? “Well.. yes,” I said. Then.. “Aw hell, I may as well come clean. I’m the pirate..”

There followed a long, friendly conversation in which he tried to get as much information about our station as he could: What was the power? Where did I get the transmitter? Details of the transmitter’s construction? Had I checked it on a spectrum analyzer?(yes) What sort of antenna? Were we making any attempt to conceal the antenna? (No.) What hours were we operating?(24/7) How long had we been on?(5months) Would I PROMISE not to operate anymore? (Yes.) Would I consider destroying the equipment? (No.) Would I sell the equipment to some other pirate? (No.) Who was that guy on there? (Matt Montoya) Did I know the station had been picked up 100 kilomiters away? (No), I thought it highly unlikely.)

I asked him a few also: Does he enjoy tracking down pirates? How many pirates does he track down a year? (i guess none coz im the first and only one in metro manila), We finished the conversation with him saying that he’d be sending an official warning letter. I said I’d frame it and put it on the wall.

I’d spilled my guts to the Heat. What a relief!

And, true to our word, 107.9FM Underground Radio has been silent ever since. Cold turkey..

But, no regrets…UnderGround Radio Will Live Forever…

We are now back on the air at 108MHz FM with a new owner and under new management from a super secret location in Metro Manila…So what you all waiting for tune in now to the best club music station in the country!!!

The CSB Experience 2: The One Hundred Sixty-Peso BUFFer Lunch (Stress on the “buff” to make it sound more French-like)

    I was having my super expnsive lunch at the SDA Caf, costing me over Php160.00 with matching C2 Big and 50-pesos worth of a pair of sandwich. I was seating next to Mandy who was entertaining her fellow colleauges probably from her classes. Mandy introduced me to one of them and I said hi to them. She, with Chris, had to go somewhere so sheleft me with her friends as well as bags from Yana and Hoogie.

   So these guys were talking about all things FREHAND this and FREHAND that. Suddenly the guy in curls (forgot his name) asked me if I experienced it too (inconvenience of having Frehand classes in a not-so-desired classroom). I said “Ah, I don’t have Frehand yet…”. As I was dragged into their conversation, we were talking topics ranging from MMA to Porn to Soft Porn to Cruel Intentions.

   That’s where one my classmates, Jorge I’m guessing, came into the picture. He’s a friend of Kervin who is blockmates with Jus. He’s a classmate of mine in Joseriz and Cathwor and often see him wearing a cap and being with his friends during class. He (obviously he knows them too), compliments that I have a very peculiar choice of words during class. Flattered by his comment, I reasoned out that I’m sort of a history buff, a “walking kodigo” kumbaga in high school, and a misunderstood “know-it-all” right now in college (an image I want to change). He believes that that there’s nothing wrong with being a know-it-all. But really, it’s very nice of him to say good things to a person.

   As the 160-Peso lunch conversation dragged on for the next 30 minutes, we talked about national politics, from who is the worse president of the country (Marcos?) to the best one (the guy in curls said Carlos P. Garcia, while went for Diosdado Macapagal), to the state of economy then and now. All of that completely (pls some Filipino phrases) in English!

   I’m really looking forward to meeting them again since having a conversation with them really helps clear away the emo college blues. Now that’s a complement!