A Jukebox Celebration - Dea's B-Day Celebration. :)

As I am writing this second posting for the day after a relatively long time, I have my colleagues jamming in my background. We have a rather interesting group. There are singers, musicians, comedians and just plain audience amidst all the commotion.

I never came here to ever use my friend's PC nor make synergy of vocalists and creative fellas. It's Dea's birthday celebration, actually not technically. She is just celebrating her birthday today. Tomorrow is her big day. But who cares, as long as we get free food, free music, free internet connection (ahem!) and among all things that come with the package, I am not even close to complaining. (hehe!)

We have our own posts here in her house. Whie, the pianist is closely working with his hands over the keys. Chevy is singing her heart out, with those doll eyes up and down motion. Bong is just done smoking that Marlboro ciggy. Tita just went upstairs to probably get something. And the remaining people, the outcast of the group (haha!) (PUN intended!) are doing their own thing exchanging stories and playing with the violin and God knows what else more!

Music, noises and talks fill up the space. And it is so much fun. :)

Seasons...

It has been a while since I last checked my blog. I haven't posted anything, I haven't written anything yet. My PC just crashed, so that's one of the reasons why I haven't posted anything. I have been busy pursuing a career I thought at first as somewhat preposterous. I had no intentions of pursuing it at first as I have had my future plans plotted for myself. But, it just makes me think twice again. Why would I be in this industry in the first place if God has no reason for it afterall?It just makes me think, what's my purpose?Why was I somehow drawn to this? (sighs)

Customer service has never been a stranger to me. As my first job, I was employed at Etelecare Global Solutions, and from there I knew the ins and outs of the business by heart like a child who for the first time discovers the wonders of making a stride. I liked it at first simply because I have had established bonds up til now I treasure. By the time I was nine months old in the company, I was able to establish routines that I eventually detested, A LOT! I am a zealot of variety. I embrace it. I breathe it. So by then, I decided to come out there and just search for that green pasture everybody talks about. I belonged to the latter. I failed. I brushed my feet off the ground every now and then just to have my feet soaked. Still, I was a failure.

Now, I am back again in the industry I had thrown and removed from my psyche. I am back doing the thing that I hated, and worse I am somewhat enjoying it. They say, life is a journey. But it is not all about getting there, it's about the people and things you meet along the way. Taking the journey gives more pride than getting where ever.

Now, I consider myself a free spirit. I don't see myself ten years or a year from now. I don't make plans for the future. I leave everything to chance, to fate - a principle not everybody agrees to. I just take wherever the wind takes me.

I sway just the same as a tree that has been there withstanding the odds of nature. I'd like to see myself surviving the four seasons of my life - as I fall, I wait in winter, incarnated in spring and a whole new person in summer.

A job, at last...

After those gruelling months of waiting and searching, applying from one company to the other with my best corporate attire possible, I finally landed on a job. A job not that I wanted really but a job that would finally pay the bills and would be a lucrative endeavor to at least help my survival in this harsh world. Let's just say the dream job has been quite elusive, so I used my brain and settled for the best possible option.

For the past months, I have tried everything to look and search for it (the so-called dream job a.k.a. impossible dream), and whenever I do find it, it's either I am caught in such a bad timing and worst circumstances. They would always say that they stopped hiring, something came up, yada, yada, yada. The hell with those reasons, the hell with my dream job. I had to settle and at least sustain my lifestyle, which has been so boring and so frugal these past months (ges, one can only imagine). So that became my eye-opener and my sign to actually start working again.

Actually, I was accepted with a handful of companies. Majority of the companies that accepted me the soonest were call centers. The call center industry in the Philippines has been the bread and butter of almost 75 percent of fresh graduates in the country, primarily because of lack of job opportunities and the monetary rewards. I am not a fresh graduate, but I started my career from there. The results were rewarding and it was a great experience, really but, ahm, I started looking and searching after that, after my shortlived career in the call center industry. I have had two regular jobs after that, and after almost a year and a half, I am back in the same nature of the business, teh call center industry.

I am supposed to start tommorow, and I think there's no backing up. I don't have any butterflies in my stomach and I convinced myself already that this is the best option. This may not be the best decision of all time but this one I have to make. And now, right at this very moment, this is the best decision and the right thing to do. I had to earn as much money as possible, so that I can do what I want to do.

Money is everything in this world. A world where money is truly a very important commodity, in fact a necessity to influence to buy your daily needs, buy your leisure time, support the sport you want. The list just goes on and on. Money is indeed an object that makes the world revolve around you. This was a lesson that took me months of being unemployed to learn and realize that if you have no money, you're basically nothing and worthless.

I kept my hopes up. And now, it led me nowhere. It timewarped me from the time I first started working. And now I am here in the same business again. I had no regrets, I guess history just keeps on repeating itself. But I still have that tiny spark in my being, I know what I want, and sooner or later, I would have to open my dream cabinet again and reach out for that dream I have set aside to survive.

Only time will tell. Only God will plot my fate.

A Voice from a Twenty-two-year-old

The Philippines is in chaos. It is an indeed tough time for us Filipinos to seek total independence and complete satisfaction for work and happiness. The president was vindicated. She was relieved from the allegations and the impeachment trial is halted even before it began. Still, here we are, somewhat abandoned and are left to watch ourselves.

No president. No politician. No higher power to guide us for they watch and seek their own preservation in the so-called numbers game in politics. They set aside their duties they swore to fulfill when they were elected to service the public. They set aside their responsibilities and soaked their feet in the muddy grounds of political rivalry.

Our hero, Jose Rizal once said, 'ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan' [translated as 'the youth is the hope of the nation']. But how can we be the hope of the nation if we, ourselves, stopped believing. If we, ourselves stopped hoping. If we, ourselves, see the dark truth and grim future of our nation.

We, all, should take time to reflect on ourselves. This is the time to reflect on our nation's welfare. The youth cannot build the nation with hope and ideals learned from universities. We cannot do this alone.

Sometimes I wonder, Philippines would have been a great nation without a leader and without a system. Having no leader or system would mean no corruption, no moral defamation and no world of struggling politicians hungry for absolute power.

We are left out for ourselves. We are to watch our own step. Genuine politicians are a relatively small amount of the majority. Philippines is left out to take care of herself.

My Life and My Traffic Light

I don't know why I haven't posted anything on my blog for so long. But I know for sure that I have not published and written a word for more than a month now. I think this is the time to actually get busy again with writing, hehe.

Nothing much had happened really for the past month. Same old story. Same old characters and same old grudges. I think I am better now, but still jobless.

Sometimes, I mean in most of the time, things don't happen the way you want them to. In fact, things happen when you don't expect them to happen. Unforeseen circumstances, others call it fate. Or otherwise.

This past month, I had been busy. Busy checking on the sunday newspapers in the classified ads section hoping to find and cut job advertisements for employment. From one sunday to the other, I had been vigilant and I kept seeing the call center job advertisements as big as a one newspaper page, more or less a sign that this country is going nowhere. I took it as a sign that somehow and in some way, this would be the scapegoat, my scapegoat. Or more of like a fate I should be taking that I have denounced for so long.

Clipping classified ads from the sunday newspapers became my hobby. And inquiring over the phone for the job description specified became my tool. There were a few jobs that were posted that I became interested in. Not exactly my cup of tea, but close.

From one job inquiry to another, I kept myself occupied and alert for interesting jobs. I may have clipped the best jobs there were on the newspaper, the question still wondered in my head, "Would I be qualified?"

I spent a rather fair amount of my time job hunting, distributing my resume from one company to another with hopes of getting a phone call from them for an interview or an exam schedule. But still, of no luck.

As minutes turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks in months, I heard no phone calls, not even one job that I seriously wanted. Ah, yeah, I got a letter from an advertising firm stating that I was qualified for the post but they did not have a vacany at that point. So it was just a way of saying, "You're good, but not good enough!" (Did that suppose to make me feel better?)

Months had passed since my last job and believe me, I have had my shares of depression, denial, rejection and low esteem in the process. It was a rough road and it still is. But I have said that lessons in life need to be experienced in order to be learned. And this is exactly what's happenning.

From my rough journey, I realized that dreams are to be postponed for a while in order for you to fulfill and live them. That timing is everything. And that you are not yet ready to live those dreams.

Life is a one, big traffic light. God does not flash His red light to stop us from dreaming but only flashes the yellow one to tell us to wait for our turn, that our go signal, the green light will have to come at the right time.

My being jobless is one thing I consider my wake up call. Dreams remain dreams for some people because they stop dreaming. They stop believing. I have my own dreams, too. They may not happen now, but I know that if I keep on dreaming and believing, I will get there. I would just have to wait for my yellow light to turn green and I am ready for the ride. But for now, I should live within my means. Work with whatever available resources there is. And simply enjoy the ride.

Flying with a Broken Wing, MY STORY

After months of waiting, months of having to think and figure out what I wanted to do with my life, that it’s all taking its toll on me. I have not been the most productive person during those months, but I can and want to say that I perfectly know what I wanted to do with my life. I have straightened my priorities and I have a specific career – a career that somehow glitches its way away from me.

Reality bites. I have been telling everyone that I finally found a job to perfectly fit me - my needs and my wants. But still, no matter how hard I strive to get to it, or at least how much effort I put into it, my dream manages to escape and break away my walls of succession.

Here I am, stuck in a very old computer, writing about a story most of you would not even relate to or care to read. Who would have wanted to read a depressed twenty-year-old who is unemployed, confused and broken? Who would have wanted to shoulder other person’s misery when in fact that person could not handle his burden he hopes to unload? Who would want that? Who wants that?


I came from a family of four, from a middle class family. We don’t have much but we are happy with what we have. I have an older sister and I am the youngest in the family. Growing up, we were nurtured and we were guided accordingly. I can say that now I am a grown-up, I am very much instilled with good values.

I was a consistent honors student. Even in my early days, I was seen competing in quiz bees and inter-school competitions. Luckily, I won majority of them. Everyone knew that I was going to be the Valedictorian, the crème de la crème of the batch, which I became after six years of primary schooling. I did not feel the pressure growing up to accomplish the things that I accomplished. I was showered with love and care from my parents and my sister. I wanted to give them that prestige of having a son and a brother, who gave his best in the academic field since I was not the type to bring home medals from sports. I was lame. I was never athletic, that I knew for sure.

The sweep for academic excellence went on and on. I did have a rough start during my high school days but nevertheless got the second highest distinction from our batch. I was the class Salutatorian, and I knew that I made them proud. I pursued college and passed the UPCAT, and was eventually enrolled to the country’s top state university, University of the Philippines, where I took BA Art Studies (Interdisciplinary program) in three and a half years, which earned another academic distinction - cum laude. I knew that at that point, I could not even made them more proud of me. I did all of those for them more than for myself. At that point, I could have never felt more fulfilled in my life.

Right there and then, I thought it was enough to actually exceed my flaws and my shortcomings over those accomplishments. I never expected that it would raise the bar of expectations even more.

I requested and I told my parents that I would rest for a while since I graduated sooner than expected. They agreed and during that time, I was doing nothing for as long as I could remember – doing things I never got to explore more and never got to do since all I did was study and come home early, which were all on my own volition. They supported me all through out even if we were not as well off as the others. They were supportive. I got the best parents God could ever give me.

The time has come to face the real world, the corporate world. The dog-eat-dog world. I was the bait, a vulnerable fresh graduate seeking for employment. Lucky enough, I got to be employed in a call center, a top caliber call center in the Philippines, Etelecare International. The graveyard schedule and the routine work gave me the chills to pursue a different career. After nine months, I have had it. It was time to do a work different from the usual. All through out this time, my family remained very supportive, reminding me and guiding me of what I wanted to do but still letting me decide, somehow.

I got a second job from Thames International Business School, which became a ground for me to know a lot of friends and further my skills in mingling with people. I was assigned in the Admissions Department, helping applicants and future students during exams, interviews and enrolment. From that experience, I became multi-tasker times two. I loved the job but my boss was toxic, my immediate supervisor, that is. So no matter how hard I was trying to prove myself, politics overshadowed my performance, aside from the piles of work remained undone by those workers who became before me. There was no order, no system and could not endure having to deal with irate parents and callers everyday. For that, I resigned.

I got the job description that I wanted in my latest job. It was a dynamic industry, it was in the filed of publishing. A small company, I got exposed to different working environment. I got to meddle with fields I never knew existed. I enjoyed what I was doing. I loved it. I was molded and I got to realize my niche already. But as much as I wanted to pursue and stay, the company closed. The publisher decided to end and put a stop after the second issue. The second issue was never published, but I have heard that it will be published. I do now know when though.

I saw myself jobless again, an achiever not going anywhere. The irony of having to be brilliant but not having to find a job he wants. It was turmoil. It was chaos. It was a roller coaster emotional imbalance – of guilt, of frustration and of pressure.

I was once told that brilliance is never to be wasted. But here, brilliance is always wasted. My predicament was not as worse as the other, I know. I go for the job that I want, until this morning.

Upon waking up on a weekend, I heard a sermon from my mom, a constant reminder that I needed to do something with my life. A job that will pay the bills, she says. Times are hard, she explains. Not all things cannot be achieved according to your [my] way. I am very well aware that it was a sermon of concern other than a sermon of damnation. She was concerned, she was worried that I might end up with nothing and be nobody else. She was concerned with my welfare, like all moms and parents.

I have been loyal to my shepherd. In fact, I don’t say a word or justify anything when it comes to family concerns. I am submissive and I take things – sermons and reminders as they are. I embrace them. I don’t justify my actions or reason out with my family. I am but a sheep to a shepherd.

Sometimes, I wonder, if I were somebody who did not achieve so much academically, would it be easier for my parents to accept failure from me? Or does it really count? Is pressure lessened if I were a college drop out? Will I be understood? From where I stand?

Pressure pains me. I know it pains them, too to do that. But, I think it is about time to figure things out myself. Decide for myself for my own welfare – for decisions that only I would have to answer to when I fail or succeed. I am grateful for my parents, I really am. At times, one needs to extend and spread his wings to fly. A kid is taught to ride a bicycle with guidance but eventually, rides it on his own.

Sometimes, the best lessons are learnt when experienced. And no matter how many times I break my wings, I know I can fly again and soar even higher. After all, those wings are forged from my parents. I just need to learn how to use them on my own, no strings attached.

Anger Management, part 1

It has been two weeks since my last job and I am proud to say that I am enjoying my time at home - doing different things and in some cases, doing nothing.

My family I would say is supportive as always as I have held three jobs since I started embracing the corporate world. Well, considering that that was just two years ago and here in the Philippines, this is record-breaking. I have been in a call center industry for more than nine months as my first job. It became my turning point in my life because nothing seems to be happening. The odds are against me and I could not endure the drastic, long hours of having to use the telephone set for eight hours straight. The talking I can handle, trust me. It was after that short-lived career that I decided to get and have a day job as I have been nocturnal for so long.

I got a call from ABS-CBN and I was asked to take the exam and complete the whole application procedure and I got qualified and hired eventually, as a production assistant.During the course of that training, I met and bumped with interesting people, smart and ideal would-be PAs in the future. The whole traing team got gelled pretty well, pretty tight actually that we couldn't seem to get enough of each other.

But a call changed my life...

Comfort ZONE Crushed

I never imagined that going to work last friday was my last day for STATEMENT. I was awakened by an SMS message from my boss stating that I did not have to report for work for the meantime. And that they would just ring me if ever there was a need to do so.

For some reason, I felt that it was my time to go for the 'meantime', like I know what it means, hehe. I accepted the fact that the magazine is not doing so well. It was not a top priority. We lack that magazine workforce and that's something that cannot be taken for granted. The magazine, no matter how aethestically we want to put it together, it was still a cost-inducing endeavor.

Amidst all our shortcomings, I was euphoric. I did enjoy everything I did, almost. I loved the people I was working with. I expanded my network of people. I knew a lot of interesting personalities. I cherished the whole experience.

It became my comfort zone for a period of four months. It became my life and my true blue product. Now that it's coming to an end by a plain text in less than an hour to get to work, it had happened, like a tree that withers and sheds its leaves during autumn and winter.

Spring time is coming to me soon. Or do i call what had happened to me as the start of my spring?One thing is certain, one thing I am assurred of. I am a better person. Just like what Nietzche said, 'what doesn't kill you make you stronger'.

Freaky Friday

Upon going to work last friday, I sure told myself that I would be hooking up with "long time, no see" college friends to see and have a chat with them to know what had gone and what happened with their lives. For no reason at all, I called two of my college friends I had never seen for a long, long time, like the mesozoic era. So I really had to contact them and just sit down, talk and enjoy, like what we always do.

So with that plan in mind, I acted as the organizer. I started to call both, one after the other, disclosing my plan for us three for the night. Each one agreed to meet up at Glorietta, a place jampacked with jologs, I know. But that was the most mundane meeting place and most accessible in the Makati area. And after all, it will just be going to be the meeting place, not THE place.

Everything seemed to be sailing smoothly, not until I was ready to leave. My boss called, which happened to be my friend's mother that made it so, so (with a strong, grave emphasis on this one) hard to refuse an order from. She wanted me to do a step-by-step procedure on how to pull-out and bill the consignees of the magazine that we have, which I found a not-so-vital thing to do during that time. It got me perplexed for having to need that list on a friday evening because no company is willing to be billed on weekends. And right before I get off from work? But since, I value and give a high regard for her, I did what I was told, also thinking of my friends' predicament once they find out that I was still there at the office typing something I was not sure to be useful and urgent on a friday night.

I was totally pissed off that all I could do was to do constant deep breaths everytime I finished typing a word. I never felt so restricted in my whole life. That was my first and only job that made me that obedient. What happened to devious and 'I-speak-my-mind-me'?That entire hour I stayed there, I could hear my mobile phone over and over for those SMS messages from my friend who happened to be there already, indignant and worried.

The whole time I was there, I felt helpless and possessed that instant that I could not voice out what I wanted to say considering and keeping in mind my friend and I was working for her mother. It kind of complicated things in instances that you have to say no but couldn't. It is fun staying and working for somebody you know that is close to you somehow, but in instances where you have to refuse, say something totally different and just give out simple comments, it is not easy at all.

I ended up staying for one more hour in the office to finish what was asked from me, pissed the whole time. And it caught me thinking, is it bad to actually be good at what you do? When do you say no and how do you say it when you know for sure that a certain tie is going to be on the line?Will it be better if you knew and work for a boss whose not totally related to you, just plain professionally, I mean?

What a week that was!

Events had come to pass from the last time I updated this blog of mine. Events that will predict my future endeavors from the tasks I vowed to fulfill in the present. And from the way I utter words that have been rather rhetoric and formal, the language I am using now is so Lord-of-the-rings-ish, which is both cool and mind-challenging. Thank goodness I paid attention to Galadrea (I think I mispelled her name, but what the hell!) a.k.a. Lady of Woods.

My work had got me tangled for the past week. No Ragnarok for me, no internet and exchange of mails from real and friendster friends, none of those as I had been busy preparing and seeking advertisers for the magazine. I had to work twice as hard and twice as fast because we were a couple of workforce short. I was way busy also preparing for last friday's shoot which, went pretty much okay. But, I would have done better if I had more time to prepare. It happened so fast I lost track of time and lost my planning skills along the way, too, hehe.

Aside from work, I went to the province to attend a very special event. Yesterday, we attended my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. Can you believe that?They had been together for more than sixty years and they literally have grown old together, still going strong, not physically of course. I am so proud of my grandparents. It is an accomplishment as it is. A celebration in its own right.

The celebration gave us the chance to mingle with our cousins that we haven't seen for quite a while now, nephews and nieces as well. It also served as a get-together for our grandparents' sixty-something predecessors, too. We belong to a humongous extended family since most of my cousins conceived my would-be nephews and nieces at pretty much a justfiable age, pretty young but not old enough to enjoy being single. Or is it just me that thinks quite that absurd notion? What's done is done. And they seem to be enjoying what they chose for their lives. I would just be happy for them then. So, that pretty much added our family tree branches.

I had an interesting week. No grudges against anyone since this morning that got me all-fired up for a death bout. Shoosh, I better keep my mouth shut. I don't want to ruin the moment of joy and euphoria.

My Worst Fear, unfolding...

After having to work on the advertisers for the past weeks for the magazine I am working on, it's slowly getting to me now. The reality that good things never seem to last is my motto for the last couple of weeks. Phone call after phone call I was praying and hoping that advertisers would sign up for a media placement in the magazine. But, crap, it was a lot harder than I thought.

I was not hired to be the advertising leg of the magazine, but I kind of help and assist the marketing and advertising people for we are in dire need of advertisers' mercy for the second issue of the magazine. It turns out our efforts are a foot short from that elusive media placement.

So, as a result, I think we won't be printing copies to sell. The publisher will be printing enough copies to give to sponsors, models, staff and the people who have worked for the magazine's second issue. I just hope I can secure two copies for my portfolio and personal unmutilated copy.

It is fun to be working in the magazine industry. It signifies more people to meet and a better turn-out of your craft because of practice and harsh criticisms you get everyday. It's a dog-eats-dog world and only the strong-willed ones survive. It's the modern day bloodless pit-bull fight, only you get to see humans fighting for their lives and careers, but, nevertheless, worth the animosities!

Who cares. Everything happens for a reason. This is just something that I have to deal with. After all, it's all about conquering your fears and learning to use that fear to your advantage.

I live for the moment. I see no reason why I have to deal with such pitfall, if you can even call it that! Period. I mean, exclamation point.

APRIL FOOL'S DAY!

April Fool's Day was the best day of April for me this year. It did give me such an incredible feeling to know that it was my arch enemy's lasy day of work. There will be no Estee Lauder Kikay kit for us in the office, no social climber, no try-hard-sosyalista and definitely, no eyesore for me.

I will sure miss his wrong grammar and sentence construction among the gargantuan things he SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE when he was there.This is better than him around. I would not have trade it for the world!

It was macabdre, I know. But who says masochism is not THE best form of revenge!

Last Day of Work...Thank GOD!

Earlier today, I just found out that most companies if not all were just reporting for work half the day today! And I, together with my colleagues were to report the whole day!!! So how's that for a HOLY WEEK present, huh?

If I was piled up with work earlier, I could have not mind reporting for work and finishing all the tasks given to me. But that was quite the opposite. No clients to follow up the status of the letter we sent to (because they were on a half-day, remember?). So all I got was a continuous telephone ring on the other end and I broken spirit of a so-dedicated employee.

I spent half of my day thinking of things to do. And miraculously, I seem to find work even in the dullest moment of my existence in that sixty-something workplace. And no matter how hard I try to disregard and consider to do it the next day, I was still daunted by it. So I ended up finishing that work for the sake of working.

But good things, never last. I ended up waiting for that six o'clock mark. I finished everything, and sometimes, I think I do quality work in so little time that I think I should do everything in proper pacing.

Thank GOD for this long week-end. I need this because I feel I am going to burn out pretty soon. THANK GOD!Halleluyah!:P

22-year-old Early Depression Syndrome

I just found out earlier from work that if we won't have advertisers, the magazine won't push through anymore. It was a fair decision, but I am kind of worried a bit for the entire work that I did.

Yes, I was paid. Yes, we all did our share of work. But I figured I pulled out more work than others. Not that I was exploited or anything. I liked what I do. I liked the people around me, ahmm, except for one and that's a given - a black sheep of the flock that has an Estee Lauder Kikay kit and often goes to the SPA with nails not so obviously manicured (literally!). Not strange enough? Try squeezing the word MAN in that description. Not a pretty good site. It makes you want to puke, trust me. I get to work with him five days a week. EW!

On with my sharing.

This was the one thing that I enjoyed doing the most. And it's going to be taken away from me, soon. So I am assuming that this is what they call the maturity leverage for twenty-something yuppies. But no regrets though. Just a little depression that will pass not because I am losing my job. In fact, I was offered a different kind of work by my boss, which was not bad. But it just wasn't my cup of tea, so I had to decline. It has something to do with their printing business, an account executive for the services they offer in offset printing. I am good at the creative department, not in sales. I am not bad in sales though, but I don't enjoy doing it as much as what I had done in the publishing business.

If only there were more people involved in this magazine, more people for distribution of workload and specialization in a specific field, we could have gotten a couple of advertisers and it could have gone off smoothly. But we have to make do of what we have, the end doesn't justify the means. Whatever that meant, I am sure it's well suited for this situation.

I'll survive. I'll live. I'll move on, that's for sure.

I am 22 now, what a shocker!

Enough of my sentiments, that was so 21-year-old-ish. I am now 22 years old, soon to be part of the mid-20's work force (that doesn't get me excited at all, mind you). I hope I won't inherit the receding hairline, the lines on the forehead and the mid-life crises most people get from that dreadful state anytime soon.

Good thing our family descendants don't get bald easily. Otherwise, toupees like Eddie Gil's will sure make my life a hell on earth. NO pun intended to those toupee fanatics. It's genes, what can I say.

Anyhow, I am 22 years old now. I just hope I maintain the right path I am taking!

Cheers!

My Life Ahead...a year older

As I am working at this blog of mine, I am now counting the minutes left from my not-so-boring life I have had for the past year.

I guess this is my way of putting everything into account - what I had accomplished, what I had failed to do and what I would have wanted to achieve the day I reached my legal age last year. Everything I did and everything I had failed to do, were never important. Just the old same existence, same old, same old. But not boring.

I learned. I failed. I truimphed.

I might have experienced the most trying time of my life last year, but also, I have had my share with laughs and spoonfulls of hard-earned lessons.

I quit jobs. Was in between jobs. Turned down offers. Got some interesting calls from head hunters and I would say it was a year to mark to date. Not only was I able to get myself in perspective but also was able to figure out what I wanted in life in the next couple of months ahead, I think. :P

And now, with minutes away from another level of maturity, I would have to sit down again and open that Pandora's box - put things into perspective and get on with my life a step higher.

As I embark on a new journey, new life and a better me, I think I am so ready with what life has to offer me again this year. I am up for the challenge.

I am no longer a sheep, I am a shepherd now, seeking his worth and his dear existence - trying to figure out my life ahead. :)

Most Stressed Candidate...ME!!!

If you're working in an industry where delineation of tasks are not defined and clearly set up for each job designation, you might probably end up like me - stressed but happy, and overworked but contented.

In an industry where people seem to be in a rush to meet deadlines and get advertisers to say the least, and not to mention multitasking at its best, I couldn't help but wonder - Is it worth the hassle?Is it worth the effort?Is it worth my time?My hardships?MY OH-SO-PRECIOUS me?

I don't mind at all to be the busy bee sometimes (but lately, it's all the time, hehe), because I get to experience life in a totally different light and grandeur. NOT so many people like to be in such a predicament. But what can I say, it's for my own personal gain and merit. They wouldn't be calling masochistic people for nothing! :P

Seriously, stress as I am, I am not in any way affected. It's just stress. I don't wanna end up crying for help in a mental institution or getting to shout at someone out of an implusive behavior caused by some silly stress!

I am way too cool to be your friend!

Sleepy as I am, I am trying to make up for what has been pledged by me as an everyday commitment. This blog, I mean. But as it turned out, it never was this case. Maybe during the first few days as I have been religious enough to write and post novels I would have never thought myself doing during my spare time, that is.

But hey, if you run out of things to do and got tired of doing nothing, this blog will be your constant shock absorber. Posting blogs will always be there for you - posting your frustrations, rants, would-love-to-do list, hate list and undying remarks to this oh-so-cruel-world.

If your best friend happens to give you that 'I am way too cool to be your friend' attitude, try going online, sign up for that free blog account, and have those fingers working on that keyboard for a stress-free-unlimited-talk time.

Creepy sleepy...

Just when I thought I would have the perfect timing to get to sleep that my brain starts to work and produce creative juices!Darn, the brain is such a stupid work of cells held together and cased in a skull! There are times that I just wished it would stop and rest a while...giving me the luxurious time to just ponder on the stupidest things thinkable!

Oh well, if miracles are made to happen without a logical explanation, the ever so distinct brain may also be made to be misunderstood or not to be understood at all!

Am I making any sense at all?But who cares!Haha!

A blog long overdue...

It has been a while since my last blog posting. Contrary to what people have to say, it's not the Ragnarok that is held accountable for this blog long overdue. It was the so-called job I had gotten myself into which proved to be challenging, fun and excruciating all at the same time.

Fun and challenging, it's understandable. Pretty much self-explanatory. But excruciating, oh my, this is something I would have to explain further but not in detail of course!

My short stay in the company has made me realize the ups and downs of the magazine industry. I was able to learn and absorb a gargantuan amount of experience in the field I thought was all about glamour and style and prestige.

Aside from that, there was also a toxic co-worker whom I couldn't stand to work with. But like few ethical people, I chose not to level off with this guilty son-of-a-gun who regard himself as an all-knowing, Nazi-incarnate! Unfair? Believe me, I just haven't started yet. Enumerating things that he had done is pretty much worthless as he is not WORTH my time and he is not worth a little space in my blog.

What's done is done. And I couldn't do anything about him. He was raised that way. He must learn life's lessons the way he was taught and raised, if not worse. But that's just a quarter of learning for him.

Well, all I can say is, may he have a good life and may he never experience what he made us experienced! Karma has its pace. I would leave it at that.