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I am a Civil/Structural Engineer by education, a Quality Professional by profession, a wannabe-but-chose-not-to-be doctor, a frustrated programmer, a tech enthusiast, an avid sportsman, a hater, a lover, a friend, a son, a brother, a husband and a father.

I love music, but music never really liked me — and so does dancing. I love to write (at least I’d like to think so) but never found the time. I love to draw/paint, but again the busy everyday life took that away from me.

The only things that stuck with me throughout the busy-ness of life would be my passion for Tennis, Judo, computers and just about anything that gets plugged in to an electric socket or gets powered by batteries (conventional or solar) — children’s toys included. :)

Having said that, I guess I can summarily describe myself as a “Jack of trades, (and hopefully) master of some”. I have always believed that knowing a little bit of everything is better than knowing everything about just one thing.  I’m sure not everyone would agree with this, but this is my view.

This blog-site would probably reflect the me that I have described here. You are welcome to post any comments to anything written. Please” like” if you like what you read. Do “share” if you feel others would benefit from what you read and in case you haven’t noticed, there’s really no button for “hate” or “dislike”, so go figure. Hehehehehe

Enjoy… Welcome to my Standpoint….

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  1. friguskixMarch 28, 2012 at 9:55 AM

    Ang hirap magcomment! Nakailang refresh ako!

    Anyway, Amen on a lot of things (like the singing and dancing not liking you back!) hehehe...

    More importantly, amen on

    knowing a little bit of everything is better than knowing everything about just one thing.

    You taught me that! Along with some other quotes in life!

    Hey, maybe you should make a post/blog about "quotable quotes?" It would be nice for your readers to be able to comment back with really nice and memorable philosophies in life.

    Nice one, bess! (pero sa may pa ako oorder sa amazon ha! Hehehe... wala pang go signal ang gusto kong orderin! hehehe)

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    1. ardizonMarch 28, 2012 at 12:03 PM

      Wow! My very first comment! Hahahaha! Thanks for visiting my site. The quotable quotes post is already in the pipeline... Just couldn't find the time yet. But stay tuned, it will be up soon enough.

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