Tuesday, February 16, 2010

TRAVEL | Climbing Mt. Banahaw

Source: http://www.thinkphilippines.com/pictures/mtcristobal-mt-banahaw.jpg

I'm quite thrilled about this Saturday's climb in Banahaw Volcano. It is my first time to visit the place and I don't really know what to expect. I'm going there with my friend Mellany who also celebrated her birthday this February. Actually this climb is a birthday gift to ourselves, sort of reflecting on the things that have happened to us. I want to detach myself from the world even for a day and feel refreshed. I think I have been entangled with life's twists and turns I already forgot the real purpose of my existence, even my goals have been so blurred now. Hopefully this climb would be an eye opener for us. I just pray that nothing bad happen to us.

Monday, February 15, 2010

TRAVEL | Talk About Some Bar Hopping on a Saturday Night

I'm not sure I have already posted this or not, but in any case. Here it is again.
Feeling like it was long overdue, me and my roommates Ryan and Jojit decided to go out tonight and have some fun at some of the hottest places in the metro. We’ve decided to try Metrowalk since I’ve never visited the place yet. So after a long discussion over dinner with Mami D, Dolly, and Myra we’ve finally agreed that it is Metrowalk.

Quotable Quote 1:
Dolly: Wag lang maitim… (Just not black, with sexual insinuations)

JOURNAL | Past Entries

Just rounding up some archives in my laptop files. I have this habit of writing journals but not posting them in this blog as the Internet is so sluggish I get too lazy from doing so. Anyway here are some of the few:

Gerry Roxas Leadership Forum
(Sometime in September 2009)
I attended this forum with distinguished speakers from different professions and two of them were a doctor and a governor. I just had to write down their quotes:
Quote 1: THE 10,000-HOUR RULE (The hour required to practice) -Dr. Leachon

Quote 2: SUCCESS = Goals + Talent + Hardwork + Luck -Dr. Leachon

Quote 3: Those who are too smart to run for politics are doomed to be governed by those who are not. -Gov. Padaca

Poor Philippines, happy Philippines 

(After reading this Korean book my friend Dorothy gave me, I had to write down these thoughts)

These past few days I have become so lazy to hit my keyboard and write something. I don’t know but maybe it’s because of the weather. It has been really hot here especially in this new room of mine that if you leave a wet shirt inside two hours is enough to dry it. That being said, it makes it difficult for me to even do most of my studying. I can’t study anymore and oh plus the disgusting fact that there are cats here that made it a habit to cover the place with their shit. Damn those cats, whenever I wake in the morning all I smell is their shittiness and that’s enough to ruin everything. I keep on shoo-ing them but they just won’t budge. I simply hate those cats. In fact I hate cats now more than ever. They are nothing but sleazy and disgusting creatures always messing the trash can outside and just five minutes ago, they managed to turn the can again. Damn those cats. I want to kill those two if only I could. But as killing is not really part of my nature, except for really creepy cockroaches which I happen to crush a good ten minutes ago, I wouldn’t do anybody harm.

Reading this book, Reading Korea: 12 Contemporary Stories, made me appreciate Korea as a country more. This book was given to me by my good pal Dorothy who went back to Korea last month. It has been a month indeed since she left. Anyway, the book has so many good and inspiring stories that even in dreams I get to meet the characters. It is inspiring because somehow I see the Philippines in the past of Korea. The country has been a poor one, poorer than the Philippines and the struggles that many of its citizens faced are stories never told in news reports or social science books here in our country. We have always admired Korea as an industrialized country and have settled with the fact that this country has always been that way. But I was mistaken with this. The people are surely poor before to the point that they have nothing to eat, and some would just commit suicide. But they were able to turn the table. How were they able to do that? But just today I also realized the futility of comparing the Philippines to other countries. And the question in my mind is this- are we really poor? If being rich means having so much money and good houses but full of stress, people don’t even know how to relax and appreciate life, would I want that kind of prosperity? 

The Philippines is a unique country that despite poverty, people survive on measly income and small houses. But they sure know how to laugh and how to have a good time. I have this belief that no richness can ever make people happy. In fact richness would only make people desire more. When we were poor, I appreciated life so much thinking how much better my life would be if I were to have this and that. But now that I have most of the things I have dreamt of, the happiness does not show. I am still at a loss. Perhaps the real meaning of happiness is when you see the value of what you have and enjoy the happiness of dreaming things. It gives man a reason to live, knowing that they have a goal to achieve.

Communication Research 110: Qualitative Research Notes

Misa De Gallo
(My journal entries in my qualitative research notebook, I had to write this down coz I threw my old notebook away)

December 20, 2005
It was still December 15 when I thought of attending Misa De Gallo[1]. Yes, the nine early morning masses that prompt many Filipinos to throng nearby churches and hear their priests sermon. Unfortunately, I decided not to go for the simple reason that the weather was not good. I mean it was freezing and the rain seems to go on forever. Practical wise, I just don’t want to get sick. It is not that I am an atheist or agnostic, but experience dictates that logic comes with faith. I’m sure God won’t be happy if I get sick. I will be more unproductive if I did. Perhaps I am an exception to the rule because a lot of Filipinos still attend this mass for several reasons:

1. Religious purpose. Maybe these people really want to visit the church and somehow devote their time to God or maybe they are simply religious.

2. Peer factor. As in friends! What I noticed nowadays is that young people come to the Misa De Gallo because their friends are with them and listening to the priest is the least of their concerns. That is why young people remain at the back part of churches.

3. For the food. Misa De Gallo for some people is synonymous to the food available after every mass –bibingka, puto-bumbong, suman, sinukmani, etc.[2] To some people, without the promise of these foods, they won’t make an effort to rise early and go to church.

4. Forced. This is what I call had-no-option-but-to-come people. S9ince their family is won’t stop knocking on their bedroom doors; these people are left with no choice but to join the mass. Ends up making the church an extension of their disrupted sleep.

These are the people present in the Misa De Gallo. I may have missed some types nevertheless what is important is that I was able to distinguish one from the other. At least, even if I didn’t attend the mass, I can stand up for it knowing I have my own personal reasons.


December 21-22, 2005
My provincial organization, UP Kalilayan, an organization of UP students from Quezon Province had a free medical and dental service in Gumaca, Quezon. And if you are wondering, no, this project is not a Christmas one. It just happened that the organization decided to choose this particular date for convenience purposes. But before we arrived in Gumaca, I observed some rituals Filipinos do.

1. Punctuality 101. I am not very particular about punctuality since I do get late sometimes. But I think if a person is two hours late then that really blows my hat off. The original meeting time prior to departure was 2pm. I arrived at 2:30 half expecting all people would be there by this time. But many were still missing and it took us a couple of hours more before we decided to leave. Imagine the two hours wasted which could have been used for a more productive activity.

2. Nothing wrong with anything free. On the bus while chatting with my friends, I saw Diann holding a stethoscope. I borrowed the gadget and pretended I know how to use it. So my friends and I are laughing at the top of our lungs when the passenger seating in front of us asked me, “libre ba yan? (Is that for free)” Imagine, a person doesn’t know me yet just to get a free blood pressure check up he’ll talk to me.

3. Who’s first? Upon our arrival at the hall where we will set up the medical mission for the following day, we were greeted warmly by the parents of our host, Peter. After a while, the parents called us so we can eat. Nobody moved until someone stood up and went ahead. The rest followed and ate too. I think it’s very typical for Filipinos to wait for someone to lead them before they make a move.

4. A different “Ama Namin” (The Lord’s Prayer). After eating dinner someone suggested to attend the evening mass and so we did. As usual most of my friends opted to remain at the back and because this is not my territory I followed them. And we were at the back listening to the mass until we reached the part where we had to sing the Lord’s Prayer. It is not new to me to hold hands at this part but when the locals raised their hands at the mention of “heaven” and lowered at “earth.” I really tried hard not to giggle. I realized that we celebrate mass differently from each other.

Conclusion. Yes, difference in geographical locations results in difference of practices. I need not reiterate that these differences in the process become diverse in terms of human relations. However, for the purpose of this journal’s observation, I would like to note people’s feeling of alienation towards exposure to others which may develop to anxiety.

Filipino Christmas

December 25, 2009

Yes it is Christmas, the most anticipated time of the year. Mother, sister and I attended the mass. First point, most people during this time feel that it is mandatory to don new clothes (Including me). It is as if Christmas is not Christmas without having something new. Well, I was not exempted from this. Mother bought me new clothes. When I was younger I always make sure that I have something new to wear. I want people to notice me which leads me to thinking, buying new things is actually for other people rather than for ourselves. We want people’s approval and attention. Sometimes there are people who take it to the extreme buying extravagant jewels and gifts for themselves and friends. Going back to the church, it was a sea of people so to speak, with new clothes, shoes, etc. and believe me, the smell of garments diffused in the air.

Second point, I also observed Filipino Catholic’s absurd practice of religion. After the mass, people rushed to the alter to kiss the image the of Sto. Nino[3]. This tradition only happens during Christmas, but actually Filipinos love to kiss images believing that these images have some sort of magical healing powers. To me, instead of healing, these images may actually spread bacteria and that might cause sickness. So unsanitary! St. Thomas Aquinas reminds us, “where reason ends faith begins.” But I say that reason doesn’t end at this kind of show because I know it doesn’t take faith to realize it is really not good. Anyway I just smile at this reality convincing myself that if it helps a person to grow in faith then there’s nothing wrong with that.

After the mass, we proceeded to our relatives’ house. The atmosphere was generally festive although it was less compared to last year. People are very generous and visitors are well-accommodated. What I like about Christmas is that people always smile at each other even if some are enemies. The Christmas spirit never fails to cease fire.

Third point, why is it that old folks have this notion that if a person is already matured, they are not entitled to gifts anymore. So unfair! And why do ninongs and ninangs[4] hide when Christmas comes? I think we are all entitled to all the presents we deserve because nobody dictated how young or old one must be to receive something. The point is, people should not deprive anybody the happiness they would feel if they can just receive gifts. But as my professor in political science would stress, “Receiving is a privilege we enjoy but we must not forget that with privilege comes responsibilities.” Enjoying should not be one way so we need to share this happiness to others.

Party hassle

December 26, 2005

The Christmas celebration here in the Philippines extends up to the second Sunday of January the following year in time for the “Three Kings.” From what I know, the Philippines has the longest celebration of Christmas that begins from September. Thus, I believe that Filipinos are by nature festive people. One cannot deny the fact that we love to celebrate any special occasion. Let people be happy and for a short time forget problems. This makes us feel happy knowing that like Christmas, there are special days to look forward to.

To be happy, may be the utmost goal of everybody. For this reason, we schedule our Christmas parties at friends’ house. To begin with, I don’t really enjoy parties. Some acquaintances whom I barely know tell me that I am anti-social. The thing is, I don’t see anything good out of parties. Imagine, you will need to dress up which will be additional laundry. You will have to spend money. If money is no object then perhaps it is okay but it’s not the case. Also, you have to contend with the fact that you need to pretend you are happy for people to like you and let them inside their circles, otherwise suffer being out of place. There’s also the burden of forcing those stories out from long forgotten memories to keep up with small conversations which eventually would lead to a more personal one. Finally when the party is over, the host must tidy up the whole place. You are not only spent but may suffer from headache too.

Luckily when I finally decided to go and see my high school friends whom I didn’t see for quite a long time, I didn’t have to suffer the party hassles I just mentioned. Actually I kind of a enjoyed the party. What I observed in our Christmas party was that there is someone who naturally emerges as a leader and organizes the entire party. Without the leader, the party wouldn’t be as fun.

It didn’t take a long time before the lights went out. There was a blackout. As usual, moments like this, friends gather at the living room and started talking about creepy stories. Point raised, why do we love talking about horror stories when the lights are out. Instead of getting afraid, I enjoyed the bonding moment it brought us. The discussion was carried over to midnight snack. The following morning, most of us woke up late and if truth be told, I was very hungry but couldn’t eat even though food is already served. Why? Because not everyone wants to eat! Again, here comes my who-is-going-to-be-first pet peeve. Such a bummer.

New Year emotions

December 31, 2005 – January 1, 2006

Bonne annee. (that’s happy new year in French)

2006, year of the fire dog! (how hot can the fire dog be?)

It is as if my friends and I didn’t have enough of seeing each other last December 26 because we met again today December 31 at SM Lucena. I don’t know, but there is something nice when you meet your friends. Gives you that assurance that life will be okay. We didn’t do much actually, we just sat there laughing and waited for others to come. I have this belief that for friends to grow stronger there must be constant communication. Because you see, these friends of mine have been my friends since second year high school and I believe and strongly feel that our friendship has been tested by time. I noticed that we are all eager to take pictures. “Matakaw sa pictures (Photo addict)” that’s how people call us. But in my observation, Filipinos are really fond of taking pictures. I love to admire myself in the pictures. Do we Filipinos love to take photos of ourselves? What then does that tell about our psyche? Watching news reports, I see people waving at the camera. Is this in any way connected to the big hit Pinoy Big Brother? This really makes me wonder. But still a picture is worth a thousand stories so I shouldn’t be left out.

Since I am already in a department store, I noticed that shoppers are fewer now. Well, I guess this is due to the fact that it is already New Year and buying gifts has subsided compared to last week’s rush. But Filipinos have this very bad habit of procrastinating, doing things at the eleventh hour. I noticed from friends and relatives that the ritual of buying presents and Christmas stuff such as food ingredients and decorations was usually set when everybody’s on their feet. Ends up malls and small stores are always congested. Public markets were crowded, you won’t last long to tell your tale if you continue your quest in these places. Perhaps more serious to me, because I don’t really have patience.

Five o’clock in the afternoon and the streets are slowly getting deserted. This bizarre feeling of silence creeps up to me. My friends tell me it won’t be long till the celebration starts. And so an hour before 2006 says hello, I was at a relative’s house together with my family. We were to celebrate the parting of the New Year there. Of course the food at times like this was one of the reasons why I love it so much. The food- generally a buffet of rounded fruits, barbeques, hams, etc. (fatty foods). And we were all wearing red. We were hoping that this coming year will be a better one.

[1] Misa De Gallo, literally translated as cock’s mass done during the wee hours of the morning nine days prior to Christmas

[2] Filipino rice cakes

[3] Sto. Nino, literally “baby Jesus” is a wooden sculpture of the baby Jesus Christ held by someone at the altar where everyone can kiss it

[4] Ninong and ninang, godfather and godmother 



Source: http://foodgy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bellissimo-ristorante.html

105 Unit E & F Scout Castor corner Tomas Morato, Quezon City
Interior/Exterior (Rate : 5/10)  
The exterior of the restaurant was quite unappealing for people looking for a sophisticated restaurant. It looked like a cheap bistro from the outside. The façade was made out of ordinary housing material (the kind you’ll see in ordinary houses), with a gate which leads you inside the restaurant. The door by the way was so old it gets stuck so you have to pull it to close. 

The lighting was just appropriate though, incandescent bulbs to look cozy were used both in the ground and second floor. The place was not as spacious as one would expect from an Italian restaurant. The tables and chairs were not of good quality. I must say that the chairs especially made of wood were not as classy. They were also using plastic flowers in each table (plastic, for a restaurant).

Service (Rate: 2/10)  
The service of the restaurant is sadly depressing. It is as if the waiters were not trained properly to serve in a restaurant. Customers were not treated with much care. To wit, orders were not taken properly and took a long time to serve when it was said by one of the waiters that it only takes 7-10 minutes. I think it took more than 20 minutes to serve our food. Water was not even served immediately, we had to ask for them, and the waiter was so occupied I think that we had to repeat they bring us four glasses (as they bring one glass every time). The free bread also took a long time, everything was slow in this restaurant.

Food/Price (Rate: 4/10)  
Food was moderately okay but I seriously think that they could use some improvement. They pose as an Italian restaurant so I think they have to live with the name. I am not an expert on food but I think the food was not of quality standards. The pizza also was lacking something, but I cannot explain what as I am not familiar with pizzas.

As for the price, considering the quality of the food we ate, I think was not worth it. One order of pasta costs 300-400; pizza is 300-400; appetizers 300-400.

Customers (Rate: 8/10)  
Couples were in the restaurant during our visit, there were also some family groups there. They were of upper to lower middle class customers whose ages ranges from early twenties to late thirties.

Location (Rate: 4/10) 
The location was a bit unstrategic. It is found in the corner of the busy Tomas Morato, near other specialty restaurants like Spanish, Chinese, etc. There were also some cafes and bars nearby. 


My Funny Valentines

My post Valentine entry.
It’s not exactly the kind of funny you’ll end up laughing but I must say that I had quite a nice Valentines despite the bitter feeling I have toward this occasion.

Today I met some of my good friends and ate at an Italian restaurant somewhere in Tomas Morato (a review of the restaurant can be found in this blog also). I got at the restaurant quite early and as expected there were many people there celebrating hearts’ day. I just hate seeing all those hearts and flowers. It makes me sick to think people cling to each other to find happiness. Can’t we be happy alone? Who ever said you can’t be happy with yourself? This flower giving custom really makes me sick and the more I think about it, the more I despise the idea.

I asked my friend if she was not coveting other girls receiving those roses and she said she just had to get used to the idea of not expecting any. It was sad for her but I guess that is more practical and convenient than ride the bandwagon and receive those poor flowers being picked up for what? After three days they’ll just going to wilt and die. Waste of money if you ask me. That much money could have been placed into something more worthwhile.

However, as I ponder about this situation inside the jeepney on my way home, I felt the need to be loved also and I wanted, yes I admit, I wanted somebody to love. But what makes this situation difficult is that I am bound to the world and not to a single person. Meaning, it is difficult for me to commit because I want to experience the world and I know I just can’t do that if I’m in a relationship so I opted to be single, maybe all my life. I don’t know. I told my friends that the idea of being alone is dreadful but I guess there are just people like me destined to be alone. I want success and with that comes some sacrifice. I don’t really have to find somebody to be fully happy, after all there are my friends and family whom I can turn to just like today, when I feel down and blue.


I did not go to church today, but I think God has ways of reminding me of His presence.

Call on Him all the Time

I was just talking to my friend about my future plans of applying in big hotels to work as a receptionist or be a flight attendant, but my friend reminded me that it is really not up to us to choose. Yes we choose our path but it is still God who’ll decide what’s best for us, so I realized that I need to call on to Him to guide through this career path. Actually I have man plans to achieve in the future. For one, I want to go back to Korea and study again. If that doesn’t happen, then I’ll just have to work hard and start my own business. What business I still don’t know, but I feel that I will be putting up one business in the near future. Of course, God will tell me what to do. I just have to be watchful of the signs.

Do Not Expect Anything

As I have mentioned, my friend made me realize that we must be used to some things which are quite far-fetched and that would make our life easier. My friend of course can receive flowers from someone special but the chances are slim so to speak. I’ve also lived by this principle, as I try to be self-sufficient than expect anything from people. Experience taught me that people are bound to fail, and they will fail on you not because they want to, but because we are just human beings. Our capacity is limited, and that what makes expectation futile. Of course this is no reason to justify failure. I am always with the impression that I have the responsibility to go beyond this human limitation, so I try to lessen expectations and give more than 100% of my effort. This way, I become better as a person.

Looking Better

My friends mentioned that I looked lousy in the past but have improved now. I intend to keep this improvement and perhaps go to the next level so I’ll really try to work on my fashion sense and be conscious of my appearance. I am really trying though to look good but as it is not in my nature to be vain, though I keep trying I keep on forgetting that I must look good. There are times that I have some unbecoming gestures and habits that compromises my physical appearance. For example, I have this habit of jumping for no reason, I just feel jumpy but that makes me look so stupid and immature. I also have this habit of raising my feet on the chair as if I was just at home (I think I feel to homely anywhere). When eating, also I am very careless I usually stain my shirt (yeah just like the spaghetti on my new long sleeves). Another would be the unnecessary hand movements which makes me look so unsophisticated. Actually, as I think about them, there are too many things that make me look so uncivilized but this is what makes me- me. Funny, but I am trying to change for the better and to achieve that then I just have to forget who I am, I was.

Sad to be Alone, But Saves me Headache from Romance’s Rollercoaster Ride  

Okay, this last point is specially dedicated to you- Valentines. Yes, I am looking at you Valentines straight in the eye. I swear, next year I am not going to let you in my system again. You have succeeded from making me feel miserable this time of the year but I am going to show that happiness is not found in other people’s arms. I am happy as I am, and I will always be. Don’t you ever make me feel this way again because I will never forgive myself. Next year, I will be a better and stronger person with no hang-ups in life. A self-composed man, clear of his future and goals in life. You came unexpectedly this year, at a time when I long for some affection. Who I am kidding, you made me feel this way. But you are already over, and I am ready to face a wonderful day again. Nex year, I won’t get affected by those flowers and hearts sold everywhere. You’ll just be a figment of imagination for me (to think that Frank Sinatra is singing ‘It Had to be You’ in the background).

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentines Day Blues

Red should be the color of this occasion but I think blue suits me better. I don't have anyone to spend this Valentines with, hahaha (sarcastic tone). But it's really not my concern right now. I'm going to Tomas Morato tonight to have some dinner with my loves, my friends that is. We're having Italian for tonight and I'm going to report later what's going to happen.

I have not have enough sleep yet as I went to bed at 5am and could not even remember how I ended there. Last thing I recall, I was in front of the computer doing my paper works and the next thing I know it's already 10am and my computer is open which I remembered turning off (yeah, that was the last thing I was doing before I went to bed). 

And what are the agenda for today, let me see, well yeah the dinner tonight is one. There's also my paper work to be finished tonight also. That's pretty much about it. I just got worried about my horoscope saying that my moon is quite sinister this week. I don't believe in horoscope though.  Okay, so I think I need to go now. Till tonight!

Friday, February 12, 2010

The not so much of an interview at Citibank

I'm not really so keen on getting back to Citibank's jstressful arms, but this one interview I had to attend today really made my eyebrows raise with all that has happened.

First HIT: PB COM Tower, Very Far Tower
When you are wearing long sleeves you feel very smart and poised. I know coz I felt that way, and I said to myself, nothing can go wrong when you look smart and poised. But no, it was horrible at the start. The stupid HR caller told me to go to PB Com Tower for an interview, go to 11th floor she said. I don't usually make mistakes with appointments because I always verify.  So I went there, half expecting that the place was only near but to my horror, it was farther than I expected. I had to take a long extra mile and the sun was scorchingly hot that time I was dripping like a faucet, my new long sleeves all soak with sweat and my hair was a mess. In short, I look awfully lousy when I got that stupid PB Com. What made this epic adventure even worse was the security guard was of no help at all and won't stop budging me to register seeing that I am still composing myself. Damn that guard. I hate her.

Second HIT: Wrong floor, what the f@#k
Okay, I got to the elevator, me still sweating and I got so conscious as I felt people's eyes were darting on me. When I got to the 11th floor, WAM (special effects) it was a Chinese Office something there and no Citigroup to be found. Okay c'mon I told myself, I'm really not that stupid to be in the wrong place. So to make the long stupid story short, I got down again and had to look at the directory just to find Citigroup office at 2306, what 2306? So I had to confirm where 2306 is, and turned out it was on the 23rd floor.

Third HIT: Snob guard, you know you have your day!
I'm so annoyed by this stupid interview I kept pestering the guard on questions he couldn't answer and only had quinted eyes as answer to me. It was go-back-to-your-seat look and I didn't want to push my luck on this stupid guard as I won't get anything from him.

Fourth HIT: KEVIN, you are cute but sadly, RUDE
I was staring at the poster at the door and this cute guy caught my eyes. He was good-looking and I assumed kind also, but guess what, of all the people in the office, it was the good-looking guy who had to interview me and turned out to be an impatient man. He was so impatient he won't even listen to what I was saying, and only has rebuttals for me. So being snobbish by nature, I answered him with things he was not expecting. How much is your expected salary he said, I answered beyond their capacity. Would I be willing to give up my current job, I said yes in an unconvincing manner. He said he'll just email me if I pass, but dear oh dear, would I be waiting for the email. I don't think so.

Albeit negative experience from Citibank BPS, I learned some few important lessons:
1. Be early for your appointment. Give ample time to get familiar with the place so as not to stress yourself looking for places.

2. Bring extra clothes, as you might be so tired from your power suite and want to feel normal.

3. Bring food also, something to munch for the interview. Interviewers are insensitive they forget you are also human who need to eat especially during lunch breaks. (Don't you just hate them for keeping you!)

4. Always smile to the interviewer even if he is rude (though I must say cute).

5. Make sure that things are prepared the night before (e.g. resume, shoes, slacks, bag) and clip your nails so they won't look as if you couldn't afford nail cutter.

6. Don't eat spaghetti when wearing power suites. They will stain your precious new 650 suite.

7. Use an appealing perfume to attract men and women and make them like you. I suggest Calvin Klein or Bulgari. (I am yet to buy those)

8. Never go to the endings of the MRT. There are so many people jampacked there.

9. To potential company, lower salary expectation. To crappy ones, make it high so they won't bother calling you again.

10. Make people notice you. To potential company, make it a positive show-off. To crappy ones, bother them with questions until they get fed up from you.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Random thoughts

Well, here I go again with my random thoughts. I'm supposed to work on some office files but I'm not yet in the mood. I just wantt o relax and jot down these thoughts... what thoughts? I don't really think I have much right now but there are some things that are really bothering me now. 

Opening up of a restaurant
What does it mean when your Korean boss suddenyly asks you to sit down and talk about ideas on starting a restaurant business? I'm not jumping into any conclusions here but it is possible that my boss might ask me to start a business venture with him, with me being the manager. What am I thinking? I don't really know anything about business and managing. I loathe the idea of starting a business and getting stuck with its management. I just don't see myself in that kind of environment. But then again, putting two and two together, it seems that God has a plan for me. I asked God to make an instrument of change on this planet but if get stuck in one place then how can I carry out that mission? 

Interview at Citibank
Yes, tomorrow though I really do not like it since I do not intend to work in any call center company, I am giving it a shot and see what this company has to offer. Therefore, I had to buy some new corporate clothes. This  afternoon I went to SM North to find some good long sleeves for me. They were quite expensive but I have been prepared for that. There are three brands which I liked a lot from the shops- Attitudes, Par Excellence, and Umberto (I'm not sure, but if I see it then I'll remember). They have slim fit sizes that really fitted me well, and I just so loved them. The only thing is I had to choose the best one that would make me stand out from the crowd, and at the same time make me look smart and sharp. I'm quite excited to wear this tomorrow and see what happens in the interview. I just have to remember to use the right perfume, and oh yes buy the mouth wash.

Climb at Mt. Banahaw
In my province, there is a special mountain where people climb for several reasons. They say that this mountain is a mystic one and miracles happen there. I am skeptic about this but I'm giving this one a shot too. I want to know what happens in this mountain. Actually, the reason why I want to climb this mountain is because it's my birthday. I want to wish something from God and a small sacrifice like this hopefully can make God grant me my wish. What that wish is, I'll tell once it is granted. 

Scholarship for Masteral 
This one last point for tonight is what's keeping me occupied for the longest time. I am halting between two opinions whether to continue this plan or not considering that my parents are needing some help to send my siblings to school. I don't want to blame anyone for what has happened to my family because that is useless now, but I know that my parents cannot make my other siblings go to school anymore. It is now on my shoulders to take up this responsibility but at the same time, I also have my own plans and dreams. They depend on me too much I think sometimes they are so selfish, and I hate them. But I am still thankful to God because at least even if they keep making me feel miserable, they are still there, alive. This afternoon, I was talking to a fellow teacher here in the office when she mentioned about this guy whose father died and had to earn a livijng for the family. I hope he accepts the job offer here. I want to know him more.

I think that's all for tonight.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Harry's Family

Well, it's not really Harry Potter, but my Korean student's family. He's the kid in the photo below. This has been in my desktop for a long time so I thought of putting this on my blog just so I won't lose it. Frankly, this kid is quite advanced in English. He keeps shouting whenever I call him stupid that's why I think he's also funny.

Google+ Badge

Google+ Followers

Readers Also Viewed the Following