i hate the world
agony in the afternoon
immaculate plea
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Mark Nagac
Farewell my dear friend...
High school would not have been the same without you. You will always be remembered.
Rest in peace brother!
High school would not have been the same without you. You will always be remembered.
Rest in peace brother!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
to Recruitment (Letters 080421)
Hi all!
I would like to bid farewell to the entire ePerformax Recruitment Team. It has been a challenging but fun year with you guys. I leave the department a better person and I credit most of you for making me grow.
Thank you Recruitment Manila, you were good mentors.
To my family here in Cebu, you know who you are. I love you guys so much. In a year's time, I have built relations with you that I hope will last me a lifetime. It is bittersweet to leave you, but I know you understand and I am grateful that you do. I know it's been hard, but hey, we're all still here and we survived together. I know our efforts may not always be recognized, but what matters most is that at the end of the day, we go home knowing in our hearts that we did our tasks and contributed to our team's performance. I know you guys know better than to dwell on those who are falsely glorified. And for that, I admire you.
If it's any consolation, being in DIET means I'm just a few cubicles away from you. Hehehe.
Again, I am forever grateful.
I would like to bid farewell to the entire ePerformax Recruitment Team. It has been a challenging but fun year with you guys. I leave the department a better person and I credit most of you for making me grow.
Thank you Recruitment Manila, you were good mentors.
To my family here in Cebu, you know who you are. I love you guys so much. In a year's time, I have built relations with you that I hope will last me a lifetime. It is bittersweet to leave you, but I know you understand and I am grateful that you do. I know it's been hard, but hey, we're all still here and we survived together. I know our efforts may not always be recognized, but what matters most is that at the end of the day, we go home knowing in our hearts that we did our tasks and contributed to our team's performance. I know you guys know better than to dwell on those who are falsely glorified. And for that, I admire you.
If it's any consolation, being in DIET means I'm just a few cubicles away from you. Hehehe.
Again, I am forever grateful.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Manila weekend 080410-13
It's been a week now.
I planned to share it late, because I was still trying to let that weekend sink in. I had a good time because I spent time with Diane and my friends from Manila again. Oh and the food, the food, the food. Not to mention the shopping!
Thursday night. GREAT!!! (I can't share much because someone will kill me if I do)
Friday. Saw someone. Felt happy that I did, but surprised to finally be cool about it. I didn't feel awkward or fluttery anymore. I guess I'm finally over it. Puke!
I planned to share it late, because I was still trying to let that weekend sink in. I had a good time because I spent time with Diane and my friends from Manila again. Oh and the food, the food, the food. Not to mention the shopping!
Thursday night. GREAT!!! (I can't share much because someone will kill me if I do)
Friday. Saw someone. Felt happy that I did, but surprised to finally be cool about it. I didn't feel awkward or fluttery anymore. I guess I'm finally over it. Puke!
Manila weekend (Photos 080410-13)
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Stories 080407
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note and posted it in the apple tray,
"Take only one, God is watching."
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A student had written a note,
"Take all you want, God is watching the apples."
-from a forwarded text message
"Take only one, God is watching."
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A student had written a note,
"Take all you want, God is watching the apples."
-from a forwarded text message
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
The mis-Education of a20sb (080401)
It's a new month y'all.
The first quarter of the year is definitely over. I remember during the new year when my bestfriend and I had a conversation and we were telling ourselves that 2008 was going to be our year!
Well, three months have passed and nothing much has happened.
I'm not complaining or anything. I am actually thankful, because when I say NOTHING has happened, I'm also referring to the bad things.
Anyways, I just wanted to start off the month with a positive and bold move.
After almost a year of working in my company's reruitment department, I have finally made a decision to transfer to a different department. Definitely a bold move right? I did have my qualms about it, but hey, one has to jump to know if he can fly right? (bad analogy!)
I was in the shower last night and my mind got to thinking about my school life. I remembered my favorite teacher in high school and how she inspired me to be like her. During my senior year in high school, I took this test that was supposed to tell you what specific degree you were supposed to take in college. Number one of my results said that I should take up a degree in Art. Art? OK, I must admit I do have an artistic side but it's not the typical kind. Universities in my place did offer Art courses but it was mostly on Architecture, Design and Advertising. None of which were me. I'm more on the performing side, like theater. But no school here really offered a degree on that. Besides, it really isn't a guarantee that a Bachelor's Degree in theater will put food on your table. Performing was more of a passion or hobby for me, not really a profession. Second on my results was Communications. Ahh, something I can actually do and am good at! So I was off finding a good school that offered a Bachelor's on Communications. There were a couple. But none of which were good enough for my beloved father (thank God!). So much for that test right?
My father was definite that I go to his former university. Although I did try and convince him that I up and study in the capital. We all know how that effort ended. Being the good son that I am, I gave in to my father's desires. So one part of my problem was solved. I (or my dad) found a school. Question is, would there be a course there for me?
Back to my favorite highschool teacher. I immediately remembered her. Her name was Ingrid, my English teacher. She was awesome! That's when I decided to take up a liberal arts course on the subject. I was a university freshman taking up Bachelor of Arts in English, Major in Linguistics. Blah!!!
But it was good thing. There were only 2 Math subjects. I hate Math. I hate numbers. Computing. Accounting. Spreadsheets. Waaah!
I love Liberal Art courses. No Math!
But after the second semester, Mr. Good Son turned bad. Pernicious friends, immeasurable freedom. A part of my life that I have long forgotten. Let's just put it this way, I was left with no choice but to find myself another department.
Political Science to the rescue! Woohoo!
I initially had no idea what I got myself into. But hey, beggars can't be choosers right.
I am thankful for this course. It put me in the right track and gave me purpose again. This time, I wanted to be a lawyer. Poisoned by my professors and classmates, I was on the road to Law School. I graduated (with no honors, but it's OK) with great recommendations for my University's College of Law. I finally graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science.
By graduation day, I realized I wasn't going to be a lawyer. I wasn't going to go to law school. I wanted something else. I knew that my unconscious had something else planned for me.
I ended up thinking back on my favorite high school teacher.
I was going to be a teacher.
So I enrolled two days after I graduated. I took up a post-graduate course on Professional Education. I felt like this is was my calling, felt like I was gonna make something out of my life. Finally.
Or so I thought.
In the middle of my second semester, I came to a realization, that I needed to start working. I wanted to earn my own money. I wanted a life of my own. A trip back to the US fuelled this desire. I knew when I returned that I wasn't gonna continue my studies anymore.
From there, I left the "student" phase of my life. I was an adult.
So here I am now. A mid-twenty corporate slave. And every last masochistic inch of me is unhealthily enjoying it. I ended far from what I studied, far from what I (or my dad) planned. but still, I grin from ear to ear.
The ironic thing about it all is that I took up Liberal Arts because I hated Math. But today, my job requires me to look at spreadsheets and numbers all day. Hahaha! The irony! The sweet ironic contentment.
But as mentioned earlier it's time for me to move on, again. A change.
Historically, a change of mind has gotten me nothing but good things. So here I go,
jump!
The first quarter of the year is definitely over. I remember during the new year when my bestfriend and I had a conversation and we were telling ourselves that 2008 was going to be our year!
Well, three months have passed and nothing much has happened.
I'm not complaining or anything. I am actually thankful, because when I say NOTHING has happened, I'm also referring to the bad things.
Anyways, I just wanted to start off the month with a positive and bold move.
After almost a year of working in my company's reruitment department, I have finally made a decision to transfer to a different department. Definitely a bold move right? I did have my qualms about it, but hey, one has to jump to know if he can fly right? (bad analogy!)
I was in the shower last night and my mind got to thinking about my school life. I remembered my favorite teacher in high school and how she inspired me to be like her. During my senior year in high school, I took this test that was supposed to tell you what specific degree you were supposed to take in college. Number one of my results said that I should take up a degree in Art. Art? OK, I must admit I do have an artistic side but it's not the typical kind. Universities in my place did offer Art courses but it was mostly on Architecture, Design and Advertising. None of which were me. I'm more on the performing side, like theater. But no school here really offered a degree on that. Besides, it really isn't a guarantee that a Bachelor's Degree in theater will put food on your table. Performing was more of a passion or hobby for me, not really a profession. Second on my results was Communications. Ahh, something I can actually do and am good at! So I was off finding a good school that offered a Bachelor's on Communications. There were a couple. But none of which were good enough for my beloved father (thank God!). So much for that test right?
My father was definite that I go to his former university. Although I did try and convince him that I up and study in the capital. We all know how that effort ended. Being the good son that I am, I gave in to my father's desires. So one part of my problem was solved. I (or my dad) found a school. Question is, would there be a course there for me?
Back to my favorite highschool teacher. I immediately remembered her. Her name was Ingrid, my English teacher. She was awesome! That's when I decided to take up a liberal arts course on the subject. I was a university freshman taking up Bachelor of Arts in English, Major in Linguistics. Blah!!!
But it was good thing. There were only 2 Math subjects. I hate Math. I hate numbers. Computing. Accounting. Spreadsheets. Waaah!
I love Liberal Art courses. No Math!
But after the second semester, Mr. Good Son turned bad. Pernicious friends, immeasurable freedom. A part of my life that I have long forgotten. Let's just put it this way, I was left with no choice but to find myself another department.
Political Science to the rescue! Woohoo!
I initially had no idea what I got myself into. But hey, beggars can't be choosers right.
I am thankful for this course. It put me in the right track and gave me purpose again. This time, I wanted to be a lawyer. Poisoned by my professors and classmates, I was on the road to Law School. I graduated (with no honors, but it's OK) with great recommendations for my University's College of Law. I finally graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science.
By graduation day, I realized I wasn't going to be a lawyer. I wasn't going to go to law school. I wanted something else. I knew that my unconscious had something else planned for me.
I ended up thinking back on my favorite high school teacher.
I was going to be a teacher.
So I enrolled two days after I graduated. I took up a post-graduate course on Professional Education. I felt like this is was my calling, felt like I was gonna make something out of my life. Finally.
Or so I thought.
In the middle of my second semester, I came to a realization, that I needed to start working. I wanted to earn my own money. I wanted a life of my own. A trip back to the US fuelled this desire. I knew when I returned that I wasn't gonna continue my studies anymore.
From there, I left the "student" phase of my life. I was an adult.
So here I am now. A mid-twenty corporate slave. And every last masochistic inch of me is unhealthily enjoying it. I ended far from what I studied, far from what I (or my dad) planned. but still, I grin from ear to ear.
The ironic thing about it all is that I took up Liberal Arts because I hated Math. But today, my job requires me to look at spreadsheets and numbers all day. Hahaha! The irony! The sweet ironic contentment.
But as mentioned earlier it's time for me to move on, again. A change.
Historically, a change of mind has gotten me nothing but good things. So here I go,
jump!
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