Hola!
My last blog entry was more than a year ago and albeit what I shared in that post was of a terrible experience, I can't promise if this one's going to be any different.
First, pardon me for the grammar inconsistencies, lame terms and expressions I'm about to use since it's been a long time since I've brushed up on those and bothered picking up a book to read so yeah.
Soooo many things have happened over the course of time I wasn't able to blog. I believe I already have mentioned in one of my previous blog entries that I have been unemployed a year ago for a long time. Well must I say great news? Since I am now employed as a public school teacher. Would you believe that? Me neither. I started June this year, inexperienced, lost as fuck and unsure (until now :D). Almost six months into the job, I believe I still haven't wrapped my head around all these shit though some things are for sure:
1. Lesson Plans are a huge pain in the ass. Yes, our LPs aren't collected and checked everyday and we can get them from a Facebook group and just make modifications but it's too tiring to either write or print the thing every damn day.
2. Grades are a big deal. As a new teacher, my first time was not that of a good one. I admit the first batch of grades I have given weren't that....accurate given that I have made A LOT of considerations....and I also had confusions. My greatest fear back then are the parents who might corner me and bombard me with questions as to who I arrived to the grade I gave their child. And although I have my class record ready for that, the thought just...scares me and I don't want to do them any explanation. True enough, a few came. Surprisingly, these parents are from the last section where the students are a little well on the uh...I don't really know how to say it but they are not the smartest in the batch. Usually, most complaints, my co-teachers say, come from the parents of those who belong to the cream / top section. However, in this case, it's the parents of the kids from the not-so-smart section who showed up. LOL! Stage moms who don't really think of the intellectual capacity of their kids. They think that because they monitor their children's performance and make sure their projects and assignments are delivered on time-- the kids aren't even the one who do it-- their kids would get a high grade. Like, hello, we still give them exams in which they don't do so well in. Sighs.
3. So many issues, so little school. Yep, way too many issues and unfortunate events and more....tiring stuff. I won't elaborate anymore.
4. We, non-permanent teachers aren't treated fairly. Not only are we deprived of certain benefits but our salaries are also a month late and are to be claimed to the Office. We weren't issued ATMs, unlike permanent teachers. So equates to inconvenience and gastos.
5. I want to leave. Yes, but not now. I need the moolah. LOL though I can guarantee that IF a better opportunity comes knocking at my door, I would definitely grab-- glomp it. Not only because of the things I am deprived of but because I often find myself wondering if this is really the job for me or if I am happy -- basically questions I can't properly answer.
Yep. That's it. 5 in total though I could give more but who knew writing about this could be exhausting?
Will head to bed now.
mood: sleepy and hungry
status: broke af
feeling: annoyed bc it's sunday and tomorrow's monday
craving: sopas
hoping: for happier days and a lovelife (kidding)
toodles!
doses of a teen-ager *slash* student and a crazy Fangirl's insanities.
Saturday, November 21
Wednesday, March 5
uhm, rebonding experience?
More than 3 months ago, I've finally decided to have my hair rebonded despite being reluctant about it for months definitely longer than that -- reasons include what if's like what if something really terrible happens to my hair during the process or worse, what if I have this unknown allergy that would react with the chemical they use and I end up losing all my hairstrands?
Good thing I did not experience those... Well maybe quite?
It was one Wednesday when I finally had the courage, money and energy to go out of the house and just go about the entire rebonding process. I went to the salon not really far from our house; it can actually be reached by foot but because I don't feel like it, I took a jeepney. It's for the very reason that my sister had his last rebonding session in this salon and I liked the way his hair shined and looked. And maybe the fact that included in the packaged my sister opted for is a buffet meal which is not really bad.
Upon arriving in the salon I was greeted by quite a number of customers and staffs. I headed to the receiving area and was offered different packages when I mentioned that hair rebonding is what I'd like. I also ended up getting the package my sister had gotten which costs php 1300.00. After that, the lady I was talking to called someone and kind of "assigned" him to attend to me.
The first application of chemical was cool, with all the excitement pumping my nerves but the wait killed me. I had to stare at everything I could stare at just to kill time, with the mantra "when is this gonna end" in my head. In an earshot I heard someone ask how long does the process usually take, to be answered by 6 hours. This can't get any worse.
Not long after I have started enjoying the best moment of my life aka spacing out and puffing my cheeks, we were summoned to the dining area. It's lunch time! Yooohoo....not. It's a kind of buffet which doesn't really seem like a buffet. The rice was stiff as a rock, the viands don't look edible, much less delectable (yes, I judge them by their appearance). I ended up eating what I least expected -- veggies. And it wasn't even that fulfilling. After having my first plate, I really wanted to go back, shove the lousy stuff in my system for it's going to be a long day and I need energy but I can't. Not when none of the people I am with inside the dining area isn't making any move of doing so. I drank 2 glasses of water and exited with a heavy heart.
After having my hair rinsed for the first application, I was really upset because I don't see any remarkable changes. Yes, I am an impatient customer.
There was a flurry of events after that, multitude amounts of chemicals repeatedly applied and rinsed, dried my hair, only to be drenched again.
During the hair ironing part did I only and finally notice really evident changes in my hair. It's starting to get straighter and shiny and all sorts of stuff I was expecting. What's really dumb yet crucial was that after having someone do the horrible job of ironing and switching between two hair irons, the beautiful, shiny outcome will be again covered with chemical and rinsed and dried and ironed again. I found that so, so foolish. LOL
And after approximately five hours of shifting seats, queueing in the rinsing area, tiring lounging, my hair's finally rebonded. I was really contented with the result.
Only the inevitable part comes in. The person who's mainly attended to me hair asked me if I'd like to have it colored since it's part of the package I've opted for. I said yes, of course. I want to make sure this is worth every cent I will be paying them. He then gave me this huge book-like thing containing different hair colors they offer. At this point, I am already having problems in choosing, there are just countless of things that need to be considered, of course if it will fit my skin tone and face being the first. I resorted to following the advice of the guy who's doing my hair (with all the jokes on the side) and to say I'm skeptical about the whole thing is an understatement.
The guy prepared the mixture for my choice of hair color and proceeded with the application afterwards. Minutes later, I started feeling this weird, uncomfortable prickling sensation in my scalp, which was normal, as I was told. After having my entire hair covered with creepy stuff (they didn't wrap it with a shower cap so my hair was falling up to my back, inches below my shoulders). Around 10 minutes into the soaking thing, I start feeling really hot in the places where the chemical's gotten contact into, particularly at the back of my neck and my back. It was so, so, so uncomfortable that I had to bear with it, bug the guy who applied it and asked him if I could actually have it rinsed already. He said it won't have any effect if I have it rinse right away so I negotiated for another 10 minutes and he conceded (Thank heavens!)
Well another thing I have to surpass was the long-assed queue in the rinsing station since more and more people were starting to come in and also ask for rebonding services (it's nearing christmas so it's no surprise). After lining up, the people who wash your hair rush the whole rinsing process to beat the number of people. So just imagine the bustle and hustle inside. Ugh.
To cut it all short, I was really startled when I have seen the color of my hair after having it rinsed. The new color it has is striking and bold, very far from the black I naturally have and have already gotten used to. I'm not really the kind of person who liked very big and remarkable changes. It takes me time to accept them.
When I reached home, though, I received an overwhelming amount of positive praises from my family. They say it's a good change and it fits me. Even telling me, mukha kang amerikanang hilaw!
And it wasn't minutes later after looking at my hair in the mirror and running my hand through it did I notice something strange. My fingers touched this spot which was immensely pressed on to my scalp. I tried pulling the hairstrands in the affected area which wasn't that big but not really small, to pull the hair up like the rest but to no avail. I told mom about it and we both agreed it might be an effect of having put too much chemical and not thoroughly washed. She then brought a cotton damped with water to dab on the spot, hoping that'd help. Again, it did nothing. I can only hope that everything will be okay once in three days -- basically the day when I can rinse it.
After having my first full-body, refreshing bath in 3 days, nothing happens. What I'm sure of is that I lost tons and tons of hairstrands during the first run of the comb into my hair. It's the most number of hairstrands I've lost by far, I believe.
So I wondered what this weird spot has in store for me. What I didn't know was that the whole excessive hair fall thing is caused by this. I am constantly losing hair strands because the tips of my hair (from that spot) are severely damaged. And months later, my hair is obviously growing and the hairstrands from the spot are all gone and replaced by tiny black hair, making the long, colored strands I've grown for months vanish. Hence, right now, that spot exactly where my puyo is, is bombarded with conspicuous black strands of hair (newly grown, of course) and they're so blatant and glaring I have to pin them down using a bobby pin. People will look at me weirdly, laugh even if I leave it that way.
In the end, I felt bad that my first experience had to be faulty. And I also regret that I did not ask for a receipt from the salon and come back the very next day to complain about the spot I found so they can fix it or not, compensate me.
Oh well.
Here's how my freakin hair looks like right now.
Good thing I did not experience those... Well maybe quite?
It was one Wednesday when I finally had the courage, money and energy to go out of the house and just go about the entire rebonding process. I went to the salon not really far from our house; it can actually be reached by foot but because I don't feel like it, I took a jeepney. It's for the very reason that my sister had his last rebonding session in this salon and I liked the way his hair shined and looked. And maybe the fact that included in the packaged my sister opted for is a buffet meal which is not really bad.
Upon arriving in the salon I was greeted by quite a number of customers and staffs. I headed to the receiving area and was offered different packages when I mentioned that hair rebonding is what I'd like. I also ended up getting the package my sister had gotten which costs php 1300.00. After that, the lady I was talking to called someone and kind of "assigned" him to attend to me.
The first application of chemical was cool, with all the excitement pumping my nerves but the wait killed me. I had to stare at everything I could stare at just to kill time, with the mantra "when is this gonna end" in my head. In an earshot I heard someone ask how long does the process usually take, to be answered by 6 hours. This can't get any worse.
Not long after I have started enjoying the best moment of my life aka spacing out and puffing my cheeks, we were summoned to the dining area. It's lunch time! Yooohoo....not. It's a kind of buffet which doesn't really seem like a buffet. The rice was stiff as a rock, the viands don't look edible, much less delectable (yes, I judge them by their appearance). I ended up eating what I least expected -- veggies. And it wasn't even that fulfilling. After having my first plate, I really wanted to go back, shove the lousy stuff in my system for it's going to be a long day and I need energy but I can't. Not when none of the people I am with inside the dining area isn't making any move of doing so. I drank 2 glasses of water and exited with a heavy heart.
After having my hair rinsed for the first application, I was really upset because I don't see any remarkable changes. Yes, I am an impatient customer.
There was a flurry of events after that, multitude amounts of chemicals repeatedly applied and rinsed, dried my hair, only to be drenched again.
During the hair ironing part did I only and finally notice really evident changes in my hair. It's starting to get straighter and shiny and all sorts of stuff I was expecting. What's really dumb yet crucial was that after having someone do the horrible job of ironing and switching between two hair irons, the beautiful, shiny outcome will be again covered with chemical and rinsed and dried and ironed again. I found that so, so foolish. LOL
And after approximately five hours of shifting seats, queueing in the rinsing area, tiring lounging, my hair's finally rebonded. I was really contented with the result.
Only the inevitable part comes in. The person who's mainly attended to me hair asked me if I'd like to have it colored since it's part of the package I've opted for. I said yes, of course. I want to make sure this is worth every cent I will be paying them. He then gave me this huge book-like thing containing different hair colors they offer. At this point, I am already having problems in choosing, there are just countless of things that need to be considered, of course if it will fit my skin tone and face being the first. I resorted to following the advice of the guy who's doing my hair (with all the jokes on the side) and to say I'm skeptical about the whole thing is an understatement.
The guy prepared the mixture for my choice of hair color and proceeded with the application afterwards. Minutes later, I started feeling this weird, uncomfortable prickling sensation in my scalp, which was normal, as I was told. After having my entire hair covered with creepy stuff (they didn't wrap it with a shower cap so my hair was falling up to my back, inches below my shoulders). Around 10 minutes into the soaking thing, I start feeling really hot in the places where the chemical's gotten contact into, particularly at the back of my neck and my back. It was so, so, so uncomfortable that I had to bear with it, bug the guy who applied it and asked him if I could actually have it rinsed already. He said it won't have any effect if I have it rinse right away so I negotiated for another 10 minutes and he conceded (Thank heavens!)
Well another thing I have to surpass was the long-assed queue in the rinsing station since more and more people were starting to come in and also ask for rebonding services (it's nearing christmas so it's no surprise). After lining up, the people who wash your hair rush the whole rinsing process to beat the number of people. So just imagine the bustle and hustle inside. Ugh.
To cut it all short, I was really startled when I have seen the color of my hair after having it rinsed. The new color it has is striking and bold, very far from the black I naturally have and have already gotten used to. I'm not really the kind of person who liked very big and remarkable changes. It takes me time to accept them.
When I reached home, though, I received an overwhelming amount of positive praises from my family. They say it's a good change and it fits me. Even telling me, mukha kang amerikanang hilaw!
And it wasn't minutes later after looking at my hair in the mirror and running my hand through it did I notice something strange. My fingers touched this spot which was immensely pressed on to my scalp. I tried pulling the hairstrands in the affected area which wasn't that big but not really small, to pull the hair up like the rest but to no avail. I told mom about it and we both agreed it might be an effect of having put too much chemical and not thoroughly washed. She then brought a cotton damped with water to dab on the spot, hoping that'd help. Again, it did nothing. I can only hope that everything will be okay once in three days -- basically the day when I can rinse it.
After having my first full-body, refreshing bath in 3 days, nothing happens. What I'm sure of is that I lost tons and tons of hairstrands during the first run of the comb into my hair. It's the most number of hairstrands I've lost by far, I believe.
So I wondered what this weird spot has in store for me. What I didn't know was that the whole excessive hair fall thing is caused by this. I am constantly losing hair strands because the tips of my hair (from that spot) are severely damaged. And months later, my hair is obviously growing and the hairstrands from the spot are all gone and replaced by tiny black hair, making the long, colored strands I've grown for months vanish. Hence, right now, that spot exactly where my puyo is, is bombarded with conspicuous black strands of hair (newly grown, of course) and they're so blatant and glaring I have to pin them down using a bobby pin. People will look at me weirdly, laugh even if I leave it that way.
In the end, I felt bad that my first experience had to be faulty. And I also regret that I did not ask for a receipt from the salon and come back the very next day to complain about the spot I found so they can fix it or not, compensate me.
Oh well.
Here's how my freakin hair looks like right now.
Sunday, December 1
LONG DUE POST
It's been over a month since I last blogged. I wouldn't even attempt to make any excuses why I cannot do so since I'm just at home, bumming around and surfing the net and tweeting like there's no tomorrow. In fact, I really was planning to blog a long time ago, with a certain topic in mind but due to again, this never-ending laziness of mine, I failed to do so.
But lol alas, I've finally found something worth-blogging and I couldn't just let this pass! Well since everyone's making a fuss over it (WHO THE HELL WOULD NOT?) because it really feels surreal. The thing is I, and the whole class I belong in during college passed the September 2013 Licensure Examination for Teachers. *stops for a moment to digest that*
Since the day of the exam, I've been very negative about what the results would be, thinking what a shame it would be it would be once the results are out; my name wouldn't be in it. T____T I've never been the type of person who's confident enough to say, "I aced that exam" or "I am positive I'll pass" ever since I started school, having experienced a lot of failing moments especially in entrance examinations. Over the years, I've learned it's better to expect the worst and just be mildly hurt than expect the best and be deeply wounded.
Having planned to eat out the day before, we went to Makati Ave. to buy and take-out food from one of the restaurants we frequent there...without having any idea that the results are coming out that night, too!
Arriving at home, we ate in peace (because omg the food's that good. everytime we do this, we can't help but eat a lot!) afterwhich, I've decided to go online. The first thing I saw though, when I opened Facebook was a screenshot by a schoolmate/friend with her name on it and the caption says, "Thank you, Lord! I passed the exam! To God the the glory!" by the time I finished looking at it, my mouth's really wide open and my heart's about to burst from fear and nervousness. There's also a sudden wave of headache which is very unsual;; maybe brought about by what I was feeling during that time.
I quickly typed PRC's URL in the address bar with shaking hands and with the thought of "This is it" in mind. But my fate decided to tease me for the website is taking years to load and in the end, I did not get to see the list there. Luckily though, a classmate of mine was able to access the list and download it (since it's in PDF format) and finally upload it in our private group on Facebook. I was relieved because finally, I won't struggle too much just to open the damned file but at the same time, the nerve-wracking feeling is still there. Having my mother pull a chair and sit just behind me, we started scrolling down to letter "M" since my surname starts there. We are barely breathing, I swear. And so we scrolled downwards more and more until we are at the list of passers whose surnames are also "MORALES". I panicked because I did not see my name at first and thankfully I scrolled down a little more and alas, my name's there. I heaved a sigh of relief and thank Heavens and was utterly happy that time.
My mother was frantic, rushing to the room where my father is currently at that time and delivered the great news. I just don't know how to react at my mother's expression during that time, she's almost squealing and is very happy. My father, on the other hand, being the silent and not-so-sweet type, just gave me a thumbs-up which is more than enough.
Oh what stroke of luck! Just when I was about to finish this blog, a mailman just delivered a letter for me from PRC which contains details about our oath-taking. This makes everything official. I really am a licensed teacher.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, to my family although I've never really said it because I think it's tooooo cheesy.
To my friends and to my fandom which really inspired me.
This is just the start....I am to face lots of challenges way more difficult than this in the future. But in God's will and grace, I know, I'll surpass those and make it through~
But lol alas, I've finally found something worth-blogging and I couldn't just let this pass! Well since everyone's making a fuss over it (WHO THE HELL WOULD NOT?) because it really feels surreal. The thing is I, and the whole class I belong in during college passed the September 2013 Licensure Examination for Teachers. *stops for a moment to digest that*
Since the day of the exam, I've been very negative about what the results would be, thinking what a shame it would be it would be once the results are out; my name wouldn't be in it. T____T I've never been the type of person who's confident enough to say, "I aced that exam" or "I am positive I'll pass" ever since I started school, having experienced a lot of failing moments especially in entrance examinations. Over the years, I've learned it's better to expect the worst and just be mildly hurt than expect the best and be deeply wounded.
Having planned to eat out the day before, we went to Makati Ave. to buy and take-out food from one of the restaurants we frequent there...without having any idea that the results are coming out that night, too!
Arriving at home, we ate in peace (because omg the food's that good. everytime we do this, we can't help but eat a lot!) afterwhich, I've decided to go online. The first thing I saw though, when I opened Facebook was a screenshot by a schoolmate/friend with her name on it and the caption says, "Thank you, Lord! I passed the exam! To God the the glory!" by the time I finished looking at it, my mouth's really wide open and my heart's about to burst from fear and nervousness. There's also a sudden wave of headache which is very unsual;; maybe brought about by what I was feeling during that time.
I quickly typed PRC's URL in the address bar with shaking hands and with the thought of "This is it" in mind. But my fate decided to tease me for the website is taking years to load and in the end, I did not get to see the list there. Luckily though, a classmate of mine was able to access the list and download it (since it's in PDF format) and finally upload it in our private group on Facebook. I was relieved because finally, I won't struggle too much just to open the damned file but at the same time, the nerve-wracking feeling is still there. Having my mother pull a chair and sit just behind me, we started scrolling down to letter "M" since my surname starts there. We are barely breathing, I swear. And so we scrolled downwards more and more until we are at the list of passers whose surnames are also "MORALES". I panicked because I did not see my name at first and thankfully I scrolled down a little more and alas, my name's there. I heaved a sigh of relief and thank Heavens and was utterly happy that time.
My mother was frantic, rushing to the room where my father is currently at that time and delivered the great news. I just don't know how to react at my mother's expression during that time, she's almost squealing and is very happy. My father, on the other hand, being the silent and not-so-sweet type, just gave me a thumbs-up which is more than enough.
Oh what stroke of luck! Just when I was about to finish this blog, a mailman just delivered a letter for me from PRC which contains details about our oath-taking. This makes everything official. I really am a licensed teacher.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, to my family although I've never really said it because I think it's tooooo cheesy.
To my friends and to my fandom which really inspired me.
This is just the start....I am to face lots of challenges way more difficult than this in the future. But in God's will and grace, I know, I'll surpass those and make it through~
Wednesday, October 23
jobless, penny-less and food.
I've been jobless for two weeks now.
I haven't done anything to find a new one.
I am so poor right now. I need money.
And then there's my hunger. It just won't leave me.
My jeans, shorts...everything's gotten smaller. Everytime I wear them, my waist feels like it's going to burst from the tightness.
:(
And oh, my iPhone's broken for...also going on 2 weeks now :(
I haven't done anything to find a new one.
I am so poor right now. I need money.
And then there's my hunger. It just won't leave me.
My jeans, shorts...everything's gotten smaller. Everytime I wear them, my waist feels like it's going to burst from the tightness.
:(
And oh, my iPhone's broken for...also going on 2 weeks now :(
Have you ever found yourself blurting out words or phrases involuntarily?
I might find that really odd and weird and something I wouldn't find myself doing ever.
But ever since I have started taking in calls from my now previous job, up until now, I've been doing it.
At work, before, we receive at least 30 calls a day and in every call, we are supposed to say the same things.
Well yeah, it's very much scripted which is also why people there kept on saying we can take those calls with our eyes closed and our mind drifting somewhere.
That could be fun except that it could also make people stupid...which I believe happened to me. T__T
But ever since I have started taking in calls from my now previous job, up until now, I've been doing it.
At work, before, we receive at least 30 calls a day and in every call, we are supposed to say the same things.
Well yeah, it's very much scripted which is also why people there kept on saying we can take those calls with our eyes closed and our mind drifting somewhere.
That could be fun except that it could also make people stupid...which I believe happened to me. T__T
Thursday, October 17
Tuesday, October 15
err
I am jobless, money-less and insanely hungry all the time
....but I am happy.
Finally getting rid of the freaking job I hated felt like something was lifted off of my shoulders but of course it somewhat worries me that I didn't pursue for a proper and peaceful closure with the company... I just hope it won't bother or affect me in any way in the future. UGH~
Let's just focus on sleeping, eating and searching for a (easy) job for now. We can do this!
....but I am happy.
Finally getting rid of the freaking job I hated felt like something was lifted off of my shoulders but of course it somewhat worries me that I didn't pursue for a proper and peaceful closure with the company... I just hope it won't bother or affect me in any way in the future. UGH~
Let's just focus on sleeping, eating and searching for a (easy) job for now. We can do this!
Monday, September 16
not creative at giving titles :D
Back in college, I remember how excited I was to graduate and get over all the stress of being a student and earn money on my own to buy whatever I want. But some four months after graduation which is about right now, I am certain I want to take those words back.
Hunting for a fresh graduate's first job is never easy, or at least for me whose mind is forever on a confused state. I, up to now, still don't know if I am going to pursue a career that is related to my course or something that is different and easy. I'd really want to give teaching a shot because of all the bills and laws being passed that are beneficial to teachers and the incentives they can get. $_$ But before I even get to that, let's not forget the up and coming Board Examinations for Teachers (LET) which is happening in.....12 days from now and what's alarming is I haven't made any proper prepatations yet. Hence, I could not call myself ready for the exams yet. And I could only imagine myself getting embarassed the moment the results come out and my name isn't there.
On the other hand, when I started joining my friend, Glenda in applying mainly in call center offices for a job, I easily get jitters especially when we're already being interviewed. We went to approximately 4 call centers around the metro to apply and we had a variety of experiences in each. But the last one we both had, is the center I really dreamt of being accepted although I guess it'll be better if I won't mention the company's name. It was a real surprise and shock when I got hired in this company after a couple of hours of merely walking into the entrance of their office somewhere in Makati. It was quick and before I knew it, I was already there, sitting in front of a round table, an HR personnel discussing the contents of the probationary contract they're offering and waiting for me to sign. The fact that I passed all the exams I went through and was being offered to be part of the company already had me speechless, so without putting much thought into it, I signed lots of paperworks and was informed that the training / "work" will start in ... 2 days. Such short notice!
I seriously think the company is overrated though, the salary they offer is not high but the quality they're looking for and demand from their employees could be a standard for a CEO's!...now I'm exaggerating a bit.
Perhaps it's true that this company has to be one of the "best"...bah in terms of call centers in the country, but after my more than three months of stay, the fact that the statement "I've hadenough" came out of my mouth is to attest that they title given to them was too much and a little undeserved.
Fucked up schedule is already a given. Rude customers, is another. Your Team Leader/s are also one thing. The friends you make in your officemates are worth remembering. The schedule that caused you pimples is unacceptable. And of course, the salary is to cry for.
Apart from taking in calls and deal with more or less 30 people of different attitudes per day, it's also our duty to keep our metrics on an average scale or even higher. I won't go into details on that but seriously, all the stereotypes about call centers being an easy job, after being in this company for 3 months, went down the drain.
And the embarassment I had to go through during the medical as if we're severely ill people. Let's just put it this way. I was thoroughly checked...even down there! Seriously. Get real! Your standards are way too high, it won't hurt to lower them a little and level them with the salary you offer. (PLEASE)
And so after weighing things and nights, nights & more nights of me dragging myself to work (telling myself I don't wanna go to work anymore) and every interruption and rude actions towards me and us, I decided to let go. Call me "choosy" "maarte" and all those, I don't fcking care. I just made a decision which I hope would do me good.
Which leads me back to the statement I mentioned in college. Now if I could rephrase that, I'd say, if only I could be a student forever, whose life was carefree, happy, pimple-free! (LOL)
PS: I haven't even submitted my resignation yet, my father told me not to go on AWOL but in this company I'm in, after submitting your aapplication for resignation, you'll need to render 30 freakin days of work before they let you go. Seriously?!
Pardon my un-understandable writing and rant. It's been a long while since I last posted and wrote.
Hunting for a fresh graduate's first job is never easy, or at least for me whose mind is forever on a confused state. I, up to now, still don't know if I am going to pursue a career that is related to my course or something that is different and easy. I'd really want to give teaching a shot because of all the bills and laws being passed that are beneficial to teachers and the incentives they can get. $_$ But before I even get to that, let's not forget the up and coming Board Examinations for Teachers (LET) which is happening in.....12 days from now and what's alarming is I haven't made any proper prepatations yet. Hence, I could not call myself ready for the exams yet. And I could only imagine myself getting embarassed the moment the results come out and my name isn't there.
On the other hand, when I started joining my friend, Glenda in applying mainly in call center offices for a job, I easily get jitters especially when we're already being interviewed. We went to approximately 4 call centers around the metro to apply and we had a variety of experiences in each. But the last one we both had, is the center I really dreamt of being accepted although I guess it'll be better if I won't mention the company's name. It was a real surprise and shock when I got hired in this company after a couple of hours of merely walking into the entrance of their office somewhere in Makati. It was quick and before I knew it, I was already there, sitting in front of a round table, an HR personnel discussing the contents of the probationary contract they're offering and waiting for me to sign. The fact that I passed all the exams I went through and was being offered to be part of the company already had me speechless, so without putting much thought into it, I signed lots of paperworks and was informed that the training / "work" will start in ... 2 days. Such short notice!
I seriously think the company is overrated though, the salary they offer is not high but the quality they're looking for and demand from their employees could be a standard for a CEO's!...now I'm exaggerating a bit.
Perhaps it's true that this company has to be one of the "best"...bah in terms of call centers in the country, but after my more than three months of stay, the fact that the statement "I've hadenough" came out of my mouth is to attest that they title given to them was too much and a little undeserved.
Fucked up schedule is already a given. Rude customers, is another. Your Team Leader/s are also one thing. The friends you make in your officemates are worth remembering. The schedule that caused you pimples is unacceptable. And of course, the salary is to cry for.
Apart from taking in calls and deal with more or less 30 people of different attitudes per day, it's also our duty to keep our metrics on an average scale or even higher. I won't go into details on that but seriously, all the stereotypes about call centers being an easy job, after being in this company for 3 months, went down the drain.
And the embarassment I had to go through during the medical as if we're severely ill people. Let's just put it this way. I was thoroughly checked...even down there! Seriously. Get real! Your standards are way too high, it won't hurt to lower them a little and level them with the salary you offer. (PLEASE)
And so after weighing things and nights, nights & more nights of me dragging myself to work (telling myself I don't wanna go to work anymore) and every interruption and rude actions towards me and us, I decided to let go. Call me "choosy" "maarte" and all those, I don't fcking care. I just made a decision which I hope would do me good.
Which leads me back to the statement I mentioned in college. Now if I could rephrase that, I'd say, if only I could be a student forever, whose life was carefree, happy, pimple-free! (LOL)
PS: I haven't even submitted my resignation yet, my father told me not to go on AWOL but in this company I'm in, after submitting your aapplication for resignation, you'll need to render 30 freakin days of work before they let you go. Seriously?!
Pardon my un-understandable writing and rant. It's been a long while since I last posted and wrote.
Tuesday, July 16
WHY
I've been shipping / supporting a Korean boyband -- mainly; a male couple in it for roughly the past 5 years so two beautiful men being together, so long as the other looks like a girl enough for them to look like a normal couple, it's okay with me.
I've also been reading fanfictions with regard to such male to male stuff so I have nothing against them until Fifty Shades of Grey and Matt Bomer came along. There have been rumors floating around that Matt Bomer will embody Christian and who'd ever say NO to that yummy piece of meat when he's totally going to satisfy or exceed your sexual cravings in that erotic novel turned movie?
Prior to learning about the possibility of him being Christian Grey, I've been aware that he has come out and made some research as to who his partner is really but hasn't paid attention much on it.
Until again, I've come across this post on Plurk where my friends have been talking about Matt Bomer and being the stalker-ish and curious person I am, I decided to look at Matt and his partner (who turned out to be a Simon) on google and guess what? After some eight to ten minutes of deep and scrutinizing look at the photos, I could not help but wonder what Matt saw in his partner for him to like and "make babies" with him. I admit I'm a person who's more into considering the physical appearance of the other person. And it so happened that Simon didn't look that appealing to me....considering his partner is THE MATT BOMER( BONER). So WHY? I just want to know why ... (and this is my curiosity talking right here).
And why won't my nose stop running? It seems to not feel tired at all. UGH!
I've also been reading fanfictions with regard to such male to male stuff so I have nothing against them until Fifty Shades of Grey and Matt Bomer came along. There have been rumors floating around that Matt Bomer will embody Christian and who'd ever say NO to that yummy piece of meat when he's totally going to satisfy or exceed your sexual cravings in that erotic novel turned movie?
Prior to learning about the possibility of him being Christian Grey, I've been aware that he has come out and made some research as to who his partner is really but hasn't paid attention much on it.
Until again, I've come across this post on Plurk where my friends have been talking about Matt Bomer and being the stalker-ish and curious person I am, I decided to look at Matt and his partner (who turned out to be a Simon) on google and guess what? After some eight to ten minutes of deep and scrutinizing look at the photos, I could not help but wonder what Matt saw in his partner for him to like and "make babies" with him. I admit I'm a person who's more into considering the physical appearance of the other person. And it so happened that Simon didn't look that appealing to me....considering his partner is THE MATT BOMER( BONER). So WHY? I just want to know why ... (and this is my curiosity talking right here).
And why won't my nose stop running? It seems to not feel tired at all. UGH!
Saturday, June 22
stuff
Hola!
Honestly, I do not know how to start writing this entry however the fact that the past weeks have gone by in a blur, I just feel the need to post something here.
I've got a job?
Well technically yes and no. Yes because this company is paying me (real low!) and no because I'm nothing but a trainee who's still trying to get the hang of things and someone who's still contemplating if this job's something that would really fit me, if it's the kind of job I'd be wanting to have even after a couple of years.
You see, working in a call center industry is, once you get the hang of it, as they say, will be as easy as a piece of cake. Well that could be true and right now I cannot attest to that since I still have a lot to learn but as early as now, I'm starting to have second thoughts on how sure am I about this job. And I'd rather not say the reason to that.
Who knows what'll happen in the future, though? It's better not to assume.
I've got a cat?
Yes! I've literally picked a stray and weak-looking kitten who strolls in our neighborhood. One night, I saw her simply sitting (like a cat) across our house and I do not know what came to me but I went over to get her and let her inside our house. My mom was aggravated, started to mention all the cons of having a cat inside the house -- hygiene-wise because we had kittens before who weren't and could not be disciplined to poop and pee in the right place. So during that night, even if it was against my will, I let the kitten go and I seriously had a bad feeling about that.
My doubt was answered because the next day, it was my mom who saw her outside our house, seemingly sick and unable to move. She hurriedly told me about it and I immediately took her inside our house. She looked sick and weak; and after some time of observing her, I noticed that her -- I dunno, hand or feet? -- was swollen and she keeps on meow-ing. She's very hungry, too!
Anyway, my mom named her "Kyu-Pi" not really sure about the spelling because: kyu-comang; pi-pilay (injured). And good thing she knows how to follow because she only pees and poops in the right place -- the only condition my mom has. If the pet pees and poops in the right place, then we're good.
Hence, we kept her and she's still with us now, weighing thrice the weight she has when I first held her. And she's energetic and playful, too! heeee~~~
There, I am just exhausting myself so I could go to sleep~~
Honestly, I do not know how to start writing this entry however the fact that the past weeks have gone by in a blur, I just feel the need to post something here.
I've got a job?
Well technically yes and no. Yes because this company is paying me (real low!) and no because I'm nothing but a trainee who's still trying to get the hang of things and someone who's still contemplating if this job's something that would really fit me, if it's the kind of job I'd be wanting to have even after a couple of years.
You see, working in a call center industry is, once you get the hang of it, as they say, will be as easy as a piece of cake. Well that could be true and right now I cannot attest to that since I still have a lot to learn but as early as now, I'm starting to have second thoughts on how sure am I about this job. And I'd rather not say the reason to that.
Who knows what'll happen in the future, though? It's better not to assume.
I've got a cat?
Yes! I've literally picked a stray and weak-looking kitten who strolls in our neighborhood. One night, I saw her simply sitting (like a cat) across our house and I do not know what came to me but I went over to get her and let her inside our house. My mom was aggravated, started to mention all the cons of having a cat inside the house -- hygiene-wise because we had kittens before who weren't and could not be disciplined to poop and pee in the right place. So during that night, even if it was against my will, I let the kitten go and I seriously had a bad feeling about that.
My doubt was answered because the next day, it was my mom who saw her outside our house, seemingly sick and unable to move. She hurriedly told me about it and I immediately took her inside our house. She looked sick and weak; and after some time of observing her, I noticed that her -- I dunno, hand or feet? -- was swollen and she keeps on meow-ing. She's very hungry, too!
Anyway, my mom named her "Kyu-Pi" not really sure about the spelling because: kyu-comang; pi-pilay (injured). And good thing she knows how to follow because she only pees and poops in the right place -- the only condition my mom has. If the pet pees and poops in the right place, then we're good.
Hence, we kept her and she's still with us now, weighing thrice the weight she has when I first held her. And she's energetic and playful, too! heeee~~~
There, I am just exhausting myself so I could go to sleep~~
Saturday, June 8
damn
I really am not in the mood right now because the internet connection's being a bitch and my brother's taking up almost all of the connection while I'm watching The Amazing Spiderman. I just want to finish the movie coz it's really awesome and Andrew Garfield's really hot but the connection's not cooperating. DAMN IT.
So how's it going lately? Me? Hmmm I'd rather not tell. But I do hope the track I am right now isn't something I'd regret in the future. Well...sigh.
It's already 3:27 in the morning.
A fucked up sleep for a fucked up person. Great.
So how's it going lately? Me? Hmmm I'd rather not tell. But I do hope the track I am right now isn't something I'd regret in the future. Well...sigh.
It's already 3:27 in the morning.
A fucked up sleep for a fucked up person. Great.
Monday, May 6
Friends and people around me have been getting themselves a partner -- whether they're long-time ones, kinda-serious types or flings. Which best explains why there are times they look so down and grumpy and as a good friend, you ask them what's wrong and they tell you it's the love of their life. Oooops. And there were also numerous times when they ask for your opinion on what's best to do in this and that situation and as a friend, you cannot ignore them hence regardless of whether or not you have an experience in having relationships, being in love the least, you give them the answer that they need; well, if that'd be really helpful?
But what about this time, when I need someone to talk this with, I cannot find anyone who could be my rescue.Well, not that I am already sure of things already. So it's on a time like this that I really am thankful for blogs and diaries.
How do you know when you are in love?
Is it when you cannot stop thinking about that person that even in your dreams, he/she haunts you still?
Is it when you feel embarrassed thinking of all the stupid things and mistakes you committed when he/she was watching you that you just want to hide and be swallowed by the ground?
Is it the unstoppable and inevitable longing you have for him, so intense that you try to ignore and not think of it?
Is it when you over-think things and start daydreaming about the places you'd go together and the different stuff lover would be doing if you are to be together in the future -- is he/she the sweet and showy type or someone who likes to be all over you when you are alone.
Or perhaps is it when you cannot stop yourself from blogging about it when it's supposed to be nothing but a feeble crush but the urge is so extreme you find yourself giving in?
Nope, this could be nothing more than a simple, foolish crush that will wear off like what most high schoolers experience.
Only that, I am not a highschool student anymore. And he has not a single idea about it.
And I should know better. This would not work out in anyway possible. Hence I really am thankful for distractions because they really a big help to suppress and refrain myself from having any thought about him.
This. Has. To. Stop.
Thanks, blogger.
Friday, May 3
drama101
Alright. The thing is, I guess I am starting to get stressed and undoubtedly confused about specific matters in my life. Not that I haven't seen this coming before, but not this hard and uncertain. Not up to this extent.
Let us start with the matter of me getting a job. Now I fully understood why friends back then when I was studying and craving for freedom and wanting to get a job before told me that they would rather prefer being a student again than working; and I was like what the hell wouldn't you like about having a job when it meant buying whatever you want whenever you feel like it, going out with friends and getting wasted (well, not really) or for me, buying myself and treating friends or family to Korean food like how my Kpop unnies do. What's there to dislike?
But then it sank in. Today, yesterday, or days ago up to this day, I couldn't remember. But one thing's for sure: I realised how heavy the responsibility is. Starting off with finding the job; just how hard and laborious could this get and the fact that all the people around who- mostly classmates and batchmates are getting hired and getting in good schools which meant working with great people which also basically means good money and training. Whilst me, where do I stand in all of this? Mind you though, I feel authentically happy for them because they deserve what they got; it isn't easy getting a job and pushing your luck at different circumstances before clinching it finally. For what they have been through, it must be a precious price.
But then again, I do not want to do teaching. Ooops! Wouldn't dwell on that.
So that puts me in a very odd situation. What kind of job to get? Hmmm. So long that it pays good and is morally upright, then, why not? HOHOHO, kidding!
And then there's the time. Some have plentiful of it; and I am wallowing on the amount of time in my hands when I also know that I shouldn't have the luxury of it; I should be doing something other than staying at home, lurking and being unproductive.
How about confidence? I don't have much of that, to say the least. I have this pre-judgement in my mind that in whatever kind of job or company or (school) I will apply at, I would definitely fail. Pretty negative, aren't I?
There's also the fact that I am the eldest among the four spawns so that saddles me further , not to mention my father giving hints that he needs help in sustaining the household and all plus that fact the he already wants to retire blah blah blah.
And I suddenly wished I could be a student all over again.
Let us start with the matter of me getting a job. Now I fully understood why friends back then when I was studying and craving for freedom and wanting to get a job before told me that they would rather prefer being a student again than working; and I was like what the hell wouldn't you like about having a job when it meant buying whatever you want whenever you feel like it, going out with friends and getting wasted (well, not really) or for me, buying myself and treating friends or family to Korean food like how my Kpop unnies do. What's there to dislike?
But then it sank in. Today, yesterday, or days ago up to this day, I couldn't remember. But one thing's for sure: I realised how heavy the responsibility is. Starting off with finding the job; just how hard and laborious could this get and the fact that all the people around who- mostly classmates and batchmates are getting hired and getting in good schools which meant working with great people which also basically means good money and training. Whilst me, where do I stand in all of this? Mind you though, I feel authentically happy for them because they deserve what they got; it isn't easy getting a job and pushing your luck at different circumstances before clinching it finally. For what they have been through, it must be a precious price.
But then again, I do not want to do teaching. Ooops! Wouldn't dwell on that.
So that puts me in a very odd situation. What kind of job to get? Hmmm. So long that it pays good and is morally upright, then, why not? HOHOHO, kidding!
And then there's the time. Some have plentiful of it; and I am wallowing on the amount of time in my hands when I also know that I shouldn't have the luxury of it; I should be doing something other than staying at home, lurking and being unproductive.
How about confidence? I don't have much of that, to say the least. I have this pre-judgement in my mind that in whatever kind of job or company or (school) I will apply at, I would definitely fail. Pretty negative, aren't I?
There's also the fact that I am the eldest among the four spawns so that saddles me further , not to mention my father giving hints that he needs help in sustaining the household and all plus that fact the he already wants to retire blah blah blah.
And I suddenly wished I could be a student all over again.
Thursday, April 18
phase one
Pardon the "excitement" expressed here because this was supposed to be posted a few days right after graduation but it got stuck up hence became overdue.
As much as the 'other people' are reeling in this event, I am too! It hasn't fully sunk in to me yet that I have finished college. Seemed to me that just yesterday, I was that innocent freshie who stupidly commits mistakes in enrolling and is not familiar with the entire school and new people I come across. But then again, these four had years had been anything but joke; there were times that I truly cried, laughed, enjoyed things and company; and of course, had also been frustrated and disappointed at times. But thanks to the friends I have had: those who I got upset at, those who meant so much to me and I know I would keep and also those whom I got infuriated -- the times we shared -- whether through eating out or watching movies in the cinema; those little things mean a lot to me. My four years in college would not have been this meaningful and memorable without them. Here's a kudos to them because I am such a boring and simple person but they never gave up on me and always supported me. *cries* And of course, to the professors -- those strict or easy-go-lucky ones. And the *sobs* government for providing the cheapest of education for those who aren't that well-off in life. And to all who have been part of this journey, given the rarest chance to see this, thank you to you too.
But of course, happiness is just temporary as this graduation only meant bigger and heavier responsibilities. And as they always say, it's never the end, but the beginning. So wish me luck and motivation. Toodles! :3
As much as the 'other people' are reeling in this event, I am too! It hasn't fully sunk in to me yet that I have finished college. Seemed to me that just yesterday, I was that innocent freshie who stupidly commits mistakes in enrolling and is not familiar with the entire school and new people I come across. But then again, these four had years had been anything but joke; there were times that I truly cried, laughed, enjoyed things and company; and of course, had also been frustrated and disappointed at times. But thanks to the friends I have had: those who I got upset at, those who meant so much to me and I know I would keep and also those whom I got infuriated -- the times we shared -- whether through eating out or watching movies in the cinema; those little things mean a lot to me. My four years in college would not have been this meaningful and memorable without them. Here's a kudos to them because I am such a boring and simple person but they never gave up on me and always supported me. *cries* And of course, to the professors -- those strict or easy-go-lucky ones. And the *sobs* government for providing the cheapest of education for those who aren't that well-off in life. And to all who have been part of this journey, given the rarest chance to see this, thank you to you too.
But of course, happiness is just temporary as this graduation only meant bigger and heavier responsibilities. And as they always say, it's never the end, but the beginning. So wish me luck and motivation. Toodles! :3
Friday, March 29
THROAM
I don't want to forget. That's why I thought I'll put this thing here, for future references.
Out of curiosity that I google-d a story which title I randomly saw on twitter; and didn't know was actually a fanfic and I was attracted to the summary so I read it -- it being a boy-to-boy story and all. So yeah. The title of the story's THROAM (The Heart Rate Of A Mouse). Took me days to finish the whole thing because it was shitless long but very good that at night, I try to push my sleepiness away just to go on with the story. I have never experienced doing that in the fanfics I read before so yeah. It is only after I finished the whole novel-like length and really good fanfiction have I started researching on who the characters are. I also found people who are into the pairing on twitter and it is really fun because you have them to understand your feelings, hear your rants and all.
Anyway, so much for that, but here are they. They are called RyDen (Ryan Ross x Brendon Urie) from the band Panic! At The Disco which I'm not really into but little by little, since yesterday, I find myself watching videos of them but sadly, they currently have girlfriends which my mind and heart can't seem to accept because they just look good and perfect together, reading the fanfic didn't help because it gave me too much mental images and hope. But anyway, I have no regrets because they really are adorable creatures I never expect to know (being in KPop and all) so yeah.
So here's a photo of them and omg they are...*sobs* so handsome, made for each other.
Ryan on the left; Brendon on the right. <3 p="">
Out of curiosity that I google-d a story which title I randomly saw on twitter; and didn't know was actually a fanfic and I was attracted to the summary so I read it -- it being a boy-to-boy story and all. So yeah. The title of the story's THROAM (The Heart Rate Of A Mouse). Took me days to finish the whole thing because it was shitless long but very good that at night, I try to push my sleepiness away just to go on with the story. I have never experienced doing that in the fanfics I read before so yeah. It is only after I finished the whole novel-like length and really good fanfiction have I started researching on who the characters are. I also found people who are into the pairing on twitter and it is really fun because you have them to understand your feelings, hear your rants and all.
Anyway, so much for that, but here are they. They are called RyDen (Ryan Ross x Brendon Urie) from the band Panic! At The Disco which I'm not really into but little by little, since yesterday, I find myself watching videos of them but sadly, they currently have girlfriends which my mind and heart can't seem to accept because they just look good and perfect together, reading the fanfic didn't help because it gave me too much mental images and hope. But anyway, I have no regrets because they really are adorable creatures I never expect to know (being in KPop and all) so yeah.
So here's a photo of them and omg they are...*sobs* so handsome, made for each other.
Ryan on the left; Brendon on the right. <3 p="">
Friday, March 15
vanity 101
I don't usually post photos of my self more so self-camera photos posing at different angles but that doesn't mean I don't take them (secretly/ at home) because I also have the habit of taking photos of le self although it doesn't happen that usual.
I feel like sharing this picture, idek, I just feel like it. LOL :D
I feel like sharing this picture, idek, I just feel like it. LOL :D
It doesn't look like me, no? Like it's a totally different person, perhaps angles can do magic. Coz if you point the camera straight and at-level on my face, I look hideous, fugly. T__T
PS: If I weren't bored, I wouldn't post stuff like this, but I'm bored to wits! Help! T_T
pls ignore this ajsdklsjad :D
Wednesday, March 13
so it ends.
I was backreading some posts in this blog and I realized how much I 've been missing out by not updating for some time. Well, being "busy" could be an excuse but not that I didn't have some spare time be spent blogging to be squeezed in between.
I'd love to share a glimpse of the highlights of the month that has blown away like nothing happened but seriously, it had been toxic to me...to us.
First: I finally had my Grand Demonstration teaching. YAY! One down.
I'd love to share a glimpse of the highlights of the month that has blown away like nothing happened but seriously, it had been toxic to me...to us.
First: I finally had my Grand Demonstration teaching. YAY! One down.
Second: Another practice teaching wave, which is the portfolio where I pulled some all-nighter just to finish is now ticked off the list.
Third: Sleep. Yes, sleep is a highlight. Darn I can now sleep all I want and wake up at 9am or later.
Fourth: Bonded with my fellow practice teachers in Makati Elementary School in Rockwell earlier this day.
What a fast, memorable and tiring quarter it was.
And here's a picture of myself. HIHIHI PAGBIGYAN NA. Minsan lang yan :D
Thank you, Lord! ^_^
Thursday, February 21
...
Was about to post something boring but all the fuss in logging in, forgetting my e-mail and fail passwords seem to take away the mood I need.
It's Friday tomorrow! Good night :)
It's Friday tomorrow! Good night :)
Saturday, February 9
A totally unexpected surprise!
Yesterday was the most awaited launching day of Jaejoong's first solo album, "I" in the Philippines! Had no intentions of going because I also had no plans of buying the album (because you know, always broke and all) but since my awesome unnies *slash* ates and gath-buddies Ate Bea, Ate Jo and Ate Hazel have invited me (yup, all of them) I thought I really had to go. The fact that it was held in Glorietta which I only have known the night before added up to the reason.
The thing is, when we arrived at McDo where Ate Bea agreed to meet at, she had to be early at the venue to get freebies, 6 albums were on the table (assuming other friends had told her to proxy-buy for them) and right after I sat down beside her, she pushed one album to me and said "happy birthday". I was in total shock. I mean, who would've expected that? I was thinking I'd accompany them and just be present at the launch since, you know, it's Jaejoong afterall. But this was really something else. Totally unexpected and the gift was just the best I could receive at this time. All the album copies were imported straight from Korea thus the serial numbers are different and rest assured it's original. HUUUUR. I can't help but be speechless. I really do have the best and kindest ates in the world! What to do without them?
The thing is, when we arrived at McDo where Ate Bea agreed to meet at, she had to be early at the venue to get freebies, 6 albums were on the table (assuming other friends had told her to proxy-buy for them) and right after I sat down beside her, she pushed one album to me and said "happy birthday". I was in total shock. I mean, who would've expected that? I was thinking I'd accompany them and just be present at the launch since, you know, it's Jaejoong afterall. But this was really something else. Totally unexpected and the gift was just the best I could receive at this time. All the album copies were imported straight from Korea thus the serial numbers are different and rest assured it's original. HUUUUR. I can't help but be speechless. I really do have the best and kindest ates in the world! What to do without them?
I kept thanking them and they always say, jokingly that this gift would extend until my marriage or my child's baptism. LOL!~
^____^
Thank you, Lord!
Wednesday, January 30
Baguio
I have gone back from the 3-day educational retreat we had in Baguio. Well what can I say?
This is the farthest place I have ever been to away from home. Thus the nausea and all in the bus (imagine, 6-8 hours of time travel! T_T)
Apart from the seminars, sharings and crying stuff we had, we also imparted goodbye messages to our lovely professors and of course, the highlight was the bonding we had as a class and with friends.
Given that we are 7 in the room, all girls and crazy and happy people, the room was a mess (literally) and full of laughter! To be honest, the 3 days weren't enough because of the genuine fun you're having with your friends and technically, this is the last activity we will ever have as students and as a class thus it's bittersweet and I personally cannot help but savor each moment and hope it''ll never end.
The moment we got off the bus, we knew we were in Baguio. It actually felt we're in a different snowing-country because of the smoke that comes out from our mouths when we talk and that moment was actually a picture perfect one because everyone looked like they've gone back to being kids, being jolly and all over a shallow thing. Pardon us, it's almost everyone's first time to be there and the only problem we encountered was taking a bath. The water's freezing, at any time of the day and we're all thankful we have a roommate who thought of bringing a water boiler that alleviated the coldness. Gosh, it's indeed freezing there! T___T
The food was mighty fine and sumptuous considering they've opted for a catering service. There were countless of times we asked for refills of foods and even got to wrap them and take them to our room to eat (hee hee).
The only stuff I dread was the journey back home where it took us so long for the driver took many different shortcuts to avoid paying expensive tollgate fees which explains our hurting stomachs and heads nevertheless, this Chrysalis activity was a very fun, sulit and worth it experience! I love you, college professors, classmates! ^__^
Thank you Lord for the safe trip :)
This is the farthest place I have ever been to away from home. Thus the nausea and all in the bus (imagine, 6-8 hours of time travel! T_T)
Apart from the seminars, sharings and crying stuff we had, we also imparted goodbye messages to our lovely professors and of course, the highlight was the bonding we had as a class and with friends.
Given that we are 7 in the room, all girls and crazy and happy people, the room was a mess (literally) and full of laughter! To be honest, the 3 days weren't enough because of the genuine fun you're having with your friends and technically, this is the last activity we will ever have as students and as a class thus it's bittersweet and I personally cannot help but savor each moment and hope it''ll never end.
The moment we got off the bus, we knew we were in Baguio. It actually felt we're in a different snowing-country because of the smoke that comes out from our mouths when we talk and that moment was actually a picture perfect one because everyone looked like they've gone back to being kids, being jolly and all over a shallow thing. Pardon us, it's almost everyone's first time to be there and the only problem we encountered was taking a bath. The water's freezing, at any time of the day and we're all thankful we have a roommate who thought of bringing a water boiler that alleviated the coldness. Gosh, it's indeed freezing there! T___T
The food was mighty fine and sumptuous considering they've opted for a catering service. There were countless of times we asked for refills of foods and even got to wrap them and take them to our room to eat (hee hee).
The only stuff I dread was the journey back home where it took us so long for the driver took many different shortcuts to avoid paying expensive tollgate fees which explains our hurting stomachs and heads nevertheless, this Chrysalis activity was a very fun, sulit and worth it experience! I love you, college professors, classmates! ^__^
Thank you Lord for the safe trip :)
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