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Well, that’s me with my dad Armando right after my graduation from kindergarten. This was so centuries ago. Anyway, happy father’s day to all the dads in the world.

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For almost every week nights, I’ve been watching CSI and CSI:Miami on Fox Crime (due to circumstances that I hope I could share sometime soon). I also try to watch CSI Supreme Sunday over AXN. Well, I think it’s too much CSI already, specially if you dream about it.

So last night I had a CSI dream. It was weird, because at one point in the dream, there was a discussion about a power interruption, and I woke up. The electric fan was dead. There was indeed a power interruption. It lasted for a few minutes only, then went back to sleep and some sex-related dreams, which propriety does not allow me to share to you, even if you are most curious about it. Sorry.

Speaking of CSI, have you noticed that among the three leaders of the CSI teams, David Caruso’s character is the non-geeky? At least Gary Sinise’s character (Mac Taylor in CSI:New York) can do geeky stuff and act macho; William Petersen’s (Gil Grissom of CSI) is too geeky (and witty, I must say) - understandable since the character is supposed to hold a PhD. But I think Caruso’s Horatio Caine cool. When a CSI:Miami episode starts, I always exclaim “Caruso!” Well, he reminds me of Fernando Poe Jr.

And how we wish our SOCO has crime labs like those shown on TV.

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So last Monday, I hitched a ride with a former officemate. We had to refill gas at a gas station (where else), and so the driver told the gas boy to fill up Php 300 worth of diesel. How many liters of diesel would Php 300 get?

I knew it! Oil companies are eveel!

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Well, after a week of refraining from blogging, and after some time of thinking, I have decided to snap out of hiatus and go back to blogging.

While it will not be as frequent as before, I will try my best to stick to my posting schedule. However, I might have to decommission the tech blog.

So here’s to more blog posts, more comments, and more tweets!

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I’m no good at Math. I have horrible memories of math within my lifetime as a student. There are those tears generated by trigonometry (and a teacher whose surname in English means “choosy”) to a failing grade because I forgot the date of the finals of my mathematical methods subject. There were instructors with terrible and terrifying reputations; Math teachers who inevitably gives failing marks to half of the class (or worst, 3/4 of the class); and those who love the blackboards so much, they don’t bother looking at their students.

There are two vivid memories that always comes to mind when I think of Math.

Grade VI. Our math teacher was holding a demonstration for some other teachers from the division. It was the application time of the lesson, after the lecture, where we were asked to answer several problems. If we were done, we had to go in front, and check our work; the answers were written on a movable blackboard, its back on us.

So there I was, pretending to be answering the problems, when this teacher was nosy enough to look at my work. And since I was just doodling, I was troubled enough to cover it, as if she was a desperate classmate who wanted to copy my answers. Embarrased, I stood up and went to the blackboard, pretending that I was done with the problems. So much for honesty.

A decade later, I was in college already, and I had this subject called statistics. We had this quiz about permutation, combination, and probability. So there was this problem involving the seven dwarves. Yeah, Snow White’s seven dwarves. Basically the problem was how much work would Sleepy do if the others were doing this and that number. I was stumped by the numbers, so I answered: “None, because he is too sleepy to do anything.”

Too bad the teacher did not even appreciate the humor. Unlike this one:

Do you have any memorable Math subject experience?

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