Fix Smart Plug N Talk Update Error

Yesterday my Smart Plug N Talk prompted a software update which I gladly obliged and pressed Yes. Everything was alright after the update (I was able to call and text) but something screwed up after I turned off my PC and went out for a nice walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.

When I tried to run the Plug N Talk the loading stops and a window that says "The application or dll "F:\Myphone\QtCore4.dll is not a valid windows image". Check installation diskette yada yada yada..

Anyway, after searching up for dll fix which were of no help, I figured out the solution..

REFORMAT THE SMART PLUG N TALK!!!

1.Go to My Computers and look for the Plug N Talk drives. Mine has SMART on E: and REMOVABLE DISK (which after the update had 3 pdf files of manuals and FAQ) on F:

2.Right click on Drive F (or whatever drive it displays on yours) and reformat it.

3.Unplug the Plug N Talk's USB.

4.Plug it again.

5.A window will pop up saying it is downloading for the softphone. Wait till it finishes and presto your Smart Plug N Talk is working again.

Yosi Break

Categorically, I have always coped untherapeutically.

Eubert has formulated that my term for the 5 stages of grief (DABDA), is not Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance but a chronological order of Drink Alcohol Beer Drink Alcohol. A succession of intoxication to fill in the void. To cover up whats missing or whats wrong. In short, my quick fix.

I have come to realize the possibility that people dont pick up a vice. Its absurd but I would like to believe that some people are born to have vices. Like its what they're suppose to do. Its not a status symbol nor a perplex stage of youth. It is likely just the way some people are. Smokers. Drinkers.

For about 2 years now, I have quit smoking. Well, there were times I relapsed but if you sum up all the sticks i puffed during my relapse, it probably wouldnt even reach the amount of cigarette sticks i consume in a day. 

I was soo stressed out, it happens.

I dont blame myself, self-control isnt really one of my virtues. I dont blame no one either. Come to think of it, I think its waaay better to concentrate all that frustration in a stick of Marlboro, blew it all away in the air, than actually act on it. No therapies, no need to rationalize, no compromises, no drama. Just a few minutes of conscious breathing, a kick of nicotine and smog to let out.

Im not making sense.

I just need a light.

Thoughts at 21

There are days when I feel that it's about time to grow up and actually do something about it. I then start to think way beyond the usual one year duration I set myself. Sometimes I go further to 2 or 5 or even more in making "the contingent plan of my life". But, there are days too that I can only go as far as an hour (and even less) on the what-to-do's of my life. These are days when I pretty much prefer to play every video games I can get my hands on or spend the whole day reading a good book, not to mention my mom hour after hour reminding me to take a bath.

I always wonder if being productive or lazy is a matter of choice or a habitual phenomenon. Like how composers or writers who didn't have"it" for the day that's why they can't make a tune or be in a a state of writer's block. Maybe I just don't have "it" or my mind up to this point is struggling with what the hell "it" is.

I told, or I should say argued to a friend that I act appropriately inappropriate. That my actions and thoughts are not synchronized because it's not yet supposed to, somehow. That I cannot and will not ever understand the things I never understand about parents till I become one. That I come up with all the excuses I could possible think of. For short, at 21, I'm not yet a consistent adult. (Aren't those two words just plainly contradicting?)

Karla said that's it's normal; the frequent reservations and the rare bout of impulsiveness. These are what she said "Thoughts at 21". That whatever I could and would think of (sensible or absurd) is entirely normal. She assured me that I shouldn't worry too much if I talk more and act less because, growing up and doing all those categorically adult stuff doesn't happen overnight, it's a process. For some, it happens soon, some even later, but no one is ever too late for it.

I love talking to Karla when I'm confuse. She makes me realize I'm not crazy, just immature.

As they say, the beauty of life is we can mess up and then mess up again. Kidding. Scratch that. What I really meant was, everything if given it's time to consume, to learn and to simply let be, will come out the way it is suppose to.

Sent from my iPod

No wonder they call it Magic Farm

Catching Up

There's a lot of things to write about that at some point it horrifies me that I have a lot of catching up to do not just of the things that has to be done but catching up with "myself" as well. I would like to believe that I had been productively hectic (I'm emphasizing productively) lately but to be honest my mind is full of all sorts of clutter from maintaining 3 timezones, phone bills, missing Davao, Sarah Palin (I need to find a way to erase a vivid visual of her infamous winking) and my recent dependence to Claritin because out of freaking nowhere my body decided to be allergic to things it wasn't allergic to before. To cut the crap, I have been too lazy lately that I came as close as making it a daily habit. But so far so good things are generally normal. Amidst my natural tendency to mess up, I still see the beauty of life when i'm reminded that I have a lot of people I love and care about and a bottle of corona at hand..

Halo Halo Special

He's the whole mix, I'm the ice cream on top...

You Owe It to Sunday to Think, and Hard At That

For a couple of days now I have been hiding in my apartment for reasons that were unclear until last night when I finally had the courage to cry.

I'm scared...

I'm scared of a lot of things right now, or i should say of the things yet to unfold. I know I shouldnt worry, much more dwell myself into it. But apparently I know myself better now. I know that deep down I really do care about whats out there. I care about the people around me and I care about me. I care now, and it's not really much of a surprise that I thought it would be.

Taking into account that I'm leaving adds up to the anxiety. It's not difficult nor hard, but it is unbearable. It is too much sometimes that it hurts to see the people I will be away from.

I'm not sure how it feels like being an adult, but as i am writing this, as I am trying my best to come up with the words to describe my thoughts and feelings, It sure feels like one. I'm actually crossing my fingers I make sense out of this.

A few days ago, someone told me I'm a failure. What made it worse was that, that someone used to be someone I looked up to. Someone who not so long ago made me felt that I can NEVER be a failure.What she said broke me into pieces because she helped me glue myself back together when I was at my weakest. I guess some people just change and what they were before were consumed by the tide of power and position.

I'm not sure if she meant what she said or it was a result of my being overbearing at times. But ironically, thanks to it, I was able to re-examine myself. I was able to recognize that I'm not yet that strong against anything that would and can break me, but I am stronger now to put myself back together.

Prick me, I'll bleed, but ill lick my woulds and go on...

It sounds condescending, but I really am better. I might not have been able to join my college graduation ceremony, I might not be the most responsible at things, or I might have messed up a couple of times but apparently, I will always have people who sees me beyond the things I cannot do. They keep me going, they keep me living. They are constantly reminding me of the better person that I am now and always will be.

I just feel bad that there are a few people who seems to be satisfied by screwing other peoples mind. I'm young, I have a lot of things in mind; parents to please, career to do and dreams to fulfill. I would really appreciate a break from distractions as I figure things out. Is it really to much to ask? Or is it just that the optimism that the people around me has inflicted argued better; That I need some sort of distraction to keep me focus.

I have been told that we always know what to do, we're not just doing it. Probably because of self-preservation, of pride, fear and most of the time laziness. Whatever it is, I think it is better to let it go. They're not really the things we should hold on to.

Life does not create the moments of our lives, it is us who create them. And so I would like to create mine now as I wrote this. I want to create a moment where in I felt unstoppable. Where my intentions are clear and are for the better good. Where my mindset is optimistic and at peace. Where I feel the overwhelming love of and concern of my family and friends. Because just in case I incidentally turn myself into a hermit in my own apartment, I know better what moment to relive to get me back on track.

I should really start writing 'bout the World Youth Day hehehe.