Archives for February, 2008

It’s Telling Me I’m Not Human

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I read it and it said: spell coffee backwards.

So with blazing fingers I typed s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b.

Sorry, your CAPTCHA response was incorrect. Please try again.

So I tried again, a little slower this time to make sure I got it all right, s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b. Sorry, your CAPTCHA response was incorrect. Please try again.

(Of course you might have figured out from the start what’s wrong). But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what’s wrong. Where could my mistake be? Then I read it again - a minute for every word.

Spell. coffee. backwards.

Ha! Captcha boo-cha! I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t believe I made a mistake. I failed a simple test that determines if a user is human or not! So it seems like I do not have a human mind!

Me = humanoid.

*scratch head* scratch thigh*scratch* scratch*scratch*

I really don’t want to admit this. I cannot be sure I am human now. I have proof that says otherwise. Me, not human. Good God help me! I must be a humanoid. An exceptionally made humanoid. One that exactly looks, thinks and feels like a human. Perfect humanoid! Imagine, even my reproductive system is made to perfection that I am able to bear a child (and that could be plural in the future).

So now you really should call me Mama Mejoid. Because I prefer that than being called plain toopid.

A captcha stands for Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart. It is a program that protects websites against bots by generating and grading tests that humans can pass but current computer programs cannot. For example, humans can read distorted text but current computer programs can’t.

Thankful Thursday #4

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Today, I’ll give thanks for the financial opportunities that is coming my way. I’ve missed some, but I always believe that what we lose will all readily be replaced with something better - in God’s perfect time. And lately, what I missed were replaced with much better ones. I’m just grateful. I’m a long way off of becoming rich but our needs (and few wants) are taken cared of.

And then I’m thankful for the many blessing that God has freely given to us:

His word. His love.

The water that quenches our thirst, that refreshes me with daily baths, that we use to wash our plates, our clothes…

The food that nourished us.

The air that we breathe - although I sometimes complain that it’s not totally sanitized, but can you imagine living without oxygen?

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We’re Cute Now

Remember my apple picking adventure in my son’s nose? Now, I only get on with that because I know it works in making him sleep.

But I’ve been looking for other ways. Because I thought to myself if this goes on for - let’s say, two years minimum. That would be 365 days multiplied by two. And how many times in a day do I do that? Two, each for approximately 5 minutes. Now calculating, that would be total of 7300 minutes.

Seven thousand minutes! At that time, I’d have made something on his face. Really. I’m sure I’d have dug a well on his face by then. Que horror!

So I gotta to find a way- fast. And after few experiments, I found the way. An obvious one.

“Mama, want tickle my nose. Pleeeease.” And off I tickle the tip of his nose - in. a. gentle. rythmic. motion.

 

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I know this is so late. Anyway, last week’s Carnival of Family Life was hosted by  Modern Sage Online.

Photohunt #5 Wooden

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My sister has these forks with wooden handle as part of her utensil collection.
 

Thankful Thursday #4

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You might have forgotten how I begged here. I actually didn’t win but they say it’s not the winning but it’s how you played the game.
But I have got to thank a lot of people. So I’m taking this time to write my thanks to all of everyone.

To my sister, her friends and her friends’ friends.

To my friend Beauty, who asked her friends and everyone online in chatrooms to vote for me. Lol. She also monitored the polls (how great is it to have someone monitor a poll as if I was running for the presidential seat!). She, who observed something about the poll and put up a good fight. But really, in real life battles, she has always stood beside me.

To my Trabahante sa Gobyerno friend, JML who was laughing his head off and thought we’re (Beauty and I) bunch of crazy girls yet helped me get votes.

To Houston, who always keeps up with my insanity.

To my other IRL friends.

To my blogging friends. Annie | Mama Geek | Iris | Pam | Melanie | Thess | Mary | Grace | Shane | Maiylah | Ana. I might have forgotten some names here, please forgive me.
To Elina, who offered her help but I was just too late in asking.


To my officemate, LA, who sent an email to a bunch of guys in our company –maybe to one department (much to my embarrassment). I’m so embarrassed because I know my amateur attempt in photography is not even average and there could be pro photographers in the department.
Also, only few people know of my online semi-charmed kind of life. Really few. I’ve kept this space hidden because I find solace in anonymity in the Blogosphere. But now…I cannot be too sure. *Nervous laugh*

To strangers who cast their votes. And even to those who have not, thank you.

Sa mga kapamilya, kapuso, kakusa, kaibigan…Maraming salamat po. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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 Thanks Annie!

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About Author

Living somewhere in the tropics, I have sentenced myself to mind-time-word consuming and rigid finger-exercise otherwise known as blogging. Unknowingly from the start. Now it has become an addiction. So now, I am not only an old-fashioned mother, a trying-hard sweet wife, a silly telco engineer and patient housemaid but a trying-hard-to-sound-smart blogger as well. Call me Mama Meji. And I am blogging about nonsense a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Thanks for paying a visit. I’ll sure return the favor but if I cannot do so the soonest, just think that I’m still doing what I can with a week-old laundry. Or I’m still trying to break free from my son’s and/or my sweet hub tight embrace and dodge wet kisses. Or the aliens have abducted and kept me from romancing the keyboards. To find out about these aliens, you may email me at zamejias [-at-] makimeji [-dot-] com.