Internet tools = Techy Treats

I can not imagine myself not having any internet access. I can remember the difficulty of turning every pages of huge, heavy and thick encyclopedias for research assignments, travelling more than one hour just to purchase our plane tickets, to manually cut pages of my magazines just to get the most updated images for a project and all other convenience that I get to enjoy now because of internet access.

Are internet tools essential in the acceptance of an applicant???


Knowledge on internet tools should not be considered as essential for employment, compared to those qualifications on specific degree holders. Any person who are bachelors degree holder, those who have gone through vocational courses, or those who went to college are the kind of people who will be able to learn the functions of internet tools in one day. I learned social media and use of internet tools without formal training, without a professor, and I do not need to familiarize the terms for me to be able to undetstand how the system works. The company can hire such person and train him instead. My answer ould be different if the use of the internet tools is the type of job that you will be working with.

I have worked for a call center. Most programs used in the account that you will be working with deals with internet tools so it is very important that yoou learn it. There are some hired applicants who barely understands the term computer, internet access or even the world wide web but these facts wete not used to deny them of employment. I now understand that understanding and learning internet tools is not considered as important than reading comprehension, english proficiency, analysis and etc. That is why it is not an essential factor to hire Applicants.

Can companies use social media or internet tools to determining the most suitable applicants?

Definitely. There are thousands of jobhunters all over the world who have profited from this kind of method. There are two types of jobhunters. First is a jobhunter Hired by the company to post the vacancy of the company and are tasked to look for people suited in their qualifications. The othwr type of jobhunter is the kind of person who were hired by the applicant to look for a job or company that are able to to accept the kind of salary that he demands.
If jobhunters interview each and every applicant they will end up having one client in a month or worse in a year. with the use of internet tools jobhunters will have an easy time filtering the 10 most qualified applicants and narrows it down until they find the best there is that they can introduce to the company. If these option is available for them then they are free to use it that would make their job easier for them.

coming up with my first username RICEACIDBURN

It was during grade school when I created my first ever Username, for email address, network gamings such as counterstrike, StarCraft and for chatting. I was known as RICEACIDBURN :). I attached the character name of Angelina Jolie (ACID BURN) from the movie HACKERS which was famous in the 90's. She was partnered with another hacker named ZERO COOL.

 Though the scenes in that movie do not depict the real capacity of the modern hackers, it showed how hackers can control machines which do not require their physical presence. How cool can that be, you get to choose the movie that should be played in a channel. But this is just the icing on the cake skill of hackers. 

Recent news exposed the aggressiveness of this gift, conflict between China and the Philippines regarding the Spratly's Island. Hackers alleged to be located in China have made themselves known to different websites owned, created in the Philippines airing their anger toward Philippines claim over said piece of land. To answer this blow, Filipino hackers united, and together avenged their country. Report had not made mention of compromised security or network virus outbreak, but this is very possible. 

Computer hacking was considered as a crime against international law. Obviously, computer system is available and accessible anywhere and every state is a target by another state, this maybe another category for terrorism attacks. Since hacking is considered as international crime, any person convicted to be guilty of committing the act shall be punished according to the rules which hopefully be concretized by the international justice people. The case must be heard by the forum having jurisdiction of such crime. 

The Philippines have not yet to strengthen their attempt to create a perfect law as to create a perfect response to this dilemma. The E-commerce act does not provide all forms of crimes committed in the cyber world. Unlike those mentioned in the Budapest Convention on Cybercrime. I guess the best response to this kind of crime, first educate the people, second- provide extraordinary security, How? Use their strength against them by hiring the best hacker in the country. :)

Losing Mom

     Since my Mom passed away, I made tons of letter for her, I almost filled up my diary writing about her, telling all the things I have been through coping the absence of her...  The month of April is almost ending and I have to do something to occupy my heart and mind to avoid bringing me back to the very unfortunate event of our lives.  It was the day we lost her. They said, diaries are for lonely people, I believe this is true, I write what I feel--feelings of hate, sadness, disappointment I write them all, and when I reached the end of the paragraph I feel good. An outlet for me.  I refuse to show other people what I am feeling inside...all they see is my smile all they hear is my laugh... Until someone decided to send my article to a Newspaper.  To make the long story short my article got published and I read it.  I felt my moms love, I recalled my moms care when she was still with us.  Other than It was part of the newspapers archived, her love and care will always be archived and engraved in my hear.   


By: Raissa Sibolboro
Philippine Daily Inquirer

Rosemarie

May 4, 2008. It was the first Sunday of the month. The pastor in our church welcomed the people with a smile. When everybody was settled and comfortable in their cushioned chairs, the pastor referred to the Sunday?s bulletin and first on the list was the upcoming event the following Sunday. I knew it was coming. Ah, yes, the second Sunday of May. How could I forget, Mother?s Day! I braced myself in the chair, looked around and observed the reaction of the congregation. I saw the smiles, heard the applause, felt the excitement inside that room, yet I sat there feeling all alone. The feeling of not fitting in had haunted me for several years.


I lost my Nanay six years ago on a Mother?s Day. It took me three years to get used to the hallowed emptiness of celebrating this special day without a mother. I could not stand the sight of children kissing their moms, giving them flowers and greeting them on this day. I used to break into tears, refusing to embrace the fact that Nanay [Mother] had already left us.


I can still clearly remember that fateful Saturday. Like on other ordinary days, we were waiting for Tatay and Nanay to come home for lunch. I was looking over my grandmother, when Tatay [Father] arrived alone, rushing inside the house. I wondered where Nanay was. I felt weird and I sensed something was not right. I immediately followed Tatay to their room and saw him hurriedly packing pillows and blankets. He was freaking out so I stopped him and asked what was happening. ?Go dress up, you?re mom is in the hospital. She is sick,? he said.


I fixed myself right away, dismissing serious thoughts. ?Hypertension or high blood, Nanay will be all right,? I told myself. But before I even got into her room, a bunch of nurses and doctors already swarmed around her. They were hasty in their movements, attaching oxygen, tubes and instruments to Nanay. These are things I see only in the movies. I started to get nervous, yet I clung to that thin strand of hope that everything will be all right.


Later, a doctor and a heart specialist showed my father and me the CT-Scan result. I am not a doctor but seeing the blood all over her brain and while listening to the doctors, I realized Nanay would be leaving us soon. My heart sank; I still could not believe these things were happening. My father agreed to have the operation anyway despite of what he heard from the doctors.


On that fateful day, while my friends were celebrating, I was in the hospital, doing my best not to cry. When others were busy preparing something for their moms, my two younger brothers and I were by Nanay?s bedside, quietly waiting for her to wake up from her coma. I tried to be strong and hold back my tears for the sake of my siblings and Tatay. I closed my eyes and prayed so hard that night. I pinched myself a couple of times, hoping that this was just a bad dream.


May 2008. As I sat inside the church, listening intently to what the pastor was saying, my mind wandered to Nanay when she was still alive. I never knew her completely until she was buried, until relatives, friends and strangers started sharing the life they had with Nanay. They told me how wonderful and generous Nanay was. How she dealt with patients in a public hospital who worried seriously about their billings as much as their health. I remembered how Nanay squeezed every decent opportunity to make a living for us. How I saw the boxes in her office, filled with apples, mangoes, dried fish and cosmetics for sale. How she sold those Tupperware sets to her colleagues. Nanay really worked hard to make both ends meet, so we can go to the best schools, don decent clothes, eat good food and attend to our other needs, material or otherwise.


That day in May 2002, my back already hurt from sitting in the passenger?s seat of our old car. Tatay and I were driving all over the city looking for the drug the surgeon prescribed for Nanay?s operation. We searched in each and every drugstore to no avail. I prayed and prayed asking the good Lord to lead us to this medicine but we went back to the hospital empty-handed.


Back in the hospital, a nurse, a friend of Nanay, asked me to come and see my mother. With tears in her eyes, she ushered me to the room where my mother lay quiet. There, I saw Nanay almost lifeless, with tubes in her mouth, needles in her skin and a shaved head. I could hear her breathing through a respirator, the only thing that indicated the life within her. Her life now hung on this cold machine. Then my younger brothers burst crying from what they saw. I tried to hold back my tears, I clinched my fist but the tears fell freely my cheeks. I cried with them.


The next day, Mother?s Day, when we came back to the hospital, I could already see the door of Nanay?s room from afar as if beckoning me to rush in. Then I heard the screaming, the wailing and loud cries. As I stepped inside the room, the long and sharp beep was all that I could hear. Nanay was gone.


When everyone else went out, I came close to her, I slowly kissed her head, hands and feet, and for the first time I whispered to her ?I am sorry. I love you, ?Nay. Happy Mother?s Day. I will take care of our family.? As if to remind me of this tragedy, my cellphone kept beeping. My friends innocently sent text messages ?Happy life is on earth. In the blink of an eye, we can lose someone so important to us that before we know it, they are gone. Say sorry, say thank you, or I love you, savor the moment with the woman who brought you to this world for we will never know the last time she will celebrate the day, when we pay tribute to the greatest woman in our lives.


Losing Nanay was the most painful thing that happened in my life. But it made me realize how fleeting life is on earth. In the blink of an eye, we can lose someone so important to us that before we know it, they are gone. Say sorry, say thank you, or I love you, savor the moment with the woman who brought you to this world for we will never know the last time she will celebrate the day, when we pay tribute to the greatest woman in our lives.  


~~~~Raissa Sibolboro,  Her memory of her mother is a constant source of strength and inspiration in fulfilling her dream of becoming a lawyer someday.~~ Philippine Daily Inquirer 

This BLOG

     The picture of the famous film "The Godfather" has nothing to do with my every entry, I wish this isn't the only post I will have for the blogpage.  Aside from being required to have my own blogsite, it has been my long overdue plan to create my own blog.  And now that I have created one, different subjects and topics is lining up on my mind to talk about here.

     Before I start posting those subjects, I think the best way to cut the ribbon would be introducing myself.   My friends call me RICE (convenient than Raissa?), mas madali daw maalala kasi pagkain.. :)  not really, but filipino loves one syllable names.  I am from the City of Smile "Bacolod" :) I moved in Manila to pursue my studies in Law.

     I love designing, sometimes I think I was Van Gogh or Leonardo da Vinci in my Past life.  I also love performing arts that means I dance ( a lot!) and I sing.  And I have been discovering skills I didn't know I can do until today and might decide to call myself a DIY person or Martha Stewart's minion.   Aside from spending my wee hours studying for my class, I do make-up and styling  for a fee ofcourse in my free time for  weddings, events and etc.

    Now that you have ideas about me, I guess by now you have a clue on what will I be posting about in my blog, --it's gonna be about EVERYTHING. 

     

Stay tune.

Godmomma