i'm resigning.
or at least i thought i was, this morning.
for four days, my resignation letter lingered in my flash drive, ever so hopeful to be printed out, and do what it was set to do (wreak havoc?).
much to my surprise, the resignation letter was no longer stored in the flash disk.
i thought to myself, was this another one of your freakin' signs (the first one being my brother teaching at lybat)?
i shrugged my shoulder, and plan to submit the letter this coming monday.
***
i texted a classmate from PLM, who happens to be the head of HR. i asked her if there were openings for communication arts in that university. she said i just had to submit my CV, and they'll just confer with the respective dean.
(nice to know i got options.)
***
carla is turning 4 months next week. she's growing up so fast.
thank you, nutri10 LOL
***
my family and my fols are going to a resort tomorrow for a whole day of swimming.
heaven forbid, my dad bursts into his tantrums again.
rambol na 'to! LOL
***
the coming semester is gonna be a whoozy. i heard several incoming sophomores and juniors are opting to transfer to other schools because of the coming new management. i hope they realize that it's the course, and not the person behind the table that matters.
it's just sad that factions are created like this.
especially now that i'm leaving LPB. i never wanted it to be this way.
but i have to leave. too much for the heart.
***
holler me if you got time.
mwah. hey.
My place. My nook. My home away from nowhere. Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink. Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Apr 30, 2008
Apr 27, 2008
i was watching this noontime show just today, and this old lady was crying while playing "hep-hep hooray!" with two other players - a 16 year old pinoy aussie, and another old lady. apparently, a family member was on a hospital bed somewhere, suffering from leukemia. eventually, this lady didn't win, and the aussie girl gave in - leaving the other old lady who, after telling everyone that she spent over a month sleeping outside the gates of the TV network, just to get in line every freakin' morning to become one of the studio audiences, won P7500.
***
i have nothing against the show. heck, they could play with the audiences' emotions all they want; but what strikes me is the number of people who actually line up everyday, trying their luck at a shot at windfall gains - bearing the heat and sweat (among other elements) - hoping that the chance to be chosen as a studio contestant would come, and that they'd finally smell the aroma of crisp paperbills on their palms.
that show, as well as others that feature similar scenarios (may they be talent searches, beauty pagents, or what have you), is the picture of the philippine economy, society, and valuation that we have right now. fun for most of the audiences (especially for those who could afford to dance around, waving placards and pieces of paper with every imaginable name of city, state or country in northen america and europe, grinning to their ears, enjoying the tears and the anecdotes of the poor contestant), since they're there just because the "tour" said so (an uncle of mine who went home to the philippines in 2005 saying that the show was a part of the packaged tour their group had).
***
shows like this tell us about the state of implementation of government policies, in terms of basic social services, as hospitalization, food, government subsidy to agriculture, and the like. if the government was really putting its best foot forward, the supposed 7.5% increase in GNP wouldn't even be questioned (although it IS questionable, since the computation for the GNP includes exports and imports, and the income of multi-national companies which does not contribute much to local economies, and add the political problems in the US which affects its stock market, eventually strengthening the peso, and so on).
the government has to know what it should prioritize, and not create chaos where it shouldn't (as in the case of the supposed non-existence of a rice shortage which has recently translated into sky-rocketing prices of rice).
i just had to run to the computer shop, and blog.
hey.
***
i have nothing against the show. heck, they could play with the audiences' emotions all they want; but what strikes me is the number of people who actually line up everyday, trying their luck at a shot at windfall gains - bearing the heat and sweat (among other elements) - hoping that the chance to be chosen as a studio contestant would come, and that they'd finally smell the aroma of crisp paperbills on their palms.
that show, as well as others that feature similar scenarios (may they be talent searches, beauty pagents, or what have you), is the picture of the philippine economy, society, and valuation that we have right now. fun for most of the audiences (especially for those who could afford to dance around, waving placards and pieces of paper with every imaginable name of city, state or country in northen america and europe, grinning to their ears, enjoying the tears and the anecdotes of the poor contestant), since they're there just because the "tour" said so (an uncle of mine who went home to the philippines in 2005 saying that the show was a part of the packaged tour their group had).
***
shows like this tell us about the state of implementation of government policies, in terms of basic social services, as hospitalization, food, government subsidy to agriculture, and the like. if the government was really putting its best foot forward, the supposed 7.5% increase in GNP wouldn't even be questioned (although it IS questionable, since the computation for the GNP includes exports and imports, and the income of multi-national companies which does not contribute much to local economies, and add the political problems in the US which affects its stock market, eventually strengthening the peso, and so on).
the government has to know what it should prioritize, and not create chaos where it shouldn't (as in the case of the supposed non-existence of a rice shortage which has recently translated into sky-rocketing prices of rice).
i just had to run to the computer shop, and blog.
hey.
Apr 7, 2008
my wife is having a hard time trying to cope with my parents.
my folks aren't really a dash of sunshine, as most would think. we're a showbiz family; we keep the pun amongst outselves (don't get me wrong; i'm not throwing mud at them. just explaining why my wife is in "agony", so to speak).
anyway, carla's doing okay; she's starting to enjoy going about the neigborhood and the local malls. this would have been fine if my folks wouldn't be slinging words for knives at my wife whenever i turn my back. just the other week, carla and i decided to send my wife to work, accompanying her to the nearest jeepney stop (on regular days, i accompany her to the bustop where she rides a shuttle bus going to work; i, on the other hand, ride a van service across the road). when i got back home with the baby, carla dozed off. so i let her sleep on the bed, and i went about my daily chores, i.e. paperwork. sadly, i had to work later that day. when i got back in the evening, the househelp had told my wife, who eventually told me, because of my nagging ('cause she was whimpering at a corner), that my father side-commented with the P.I. words, ranting about me tagging along my baby to send off my wife to work. needless to say, i went ballistic (in the calm, devilish way that i do).
***
after graduation at school, where my mother and my sister attended the commencement rites of my magna cum laude brother, i spent the entire bus ride saying my litany to my mother. to her dismay, i did not leave her room to explain, nor to butt in. i spent 40 minutes lecturing her about our style of parenting, explaining to her that experience doesn't always weigh more than wisdom (this came from a rant from my dad, stressing that 'cause he's more experienced, he knows better. bah, humbug! he messed with the wrong guy).
friends, i hope you understand. i'm not just protecting myself; i'm protecting my wife, and my kid (whom in the next few years might turn out to be a monster if we don't play our cards right).
***
speaking of graduation, i was dismayed to hear people still comparing me with my brother who graduated magna cum laude. f***, these people don't know s*** about who i am, and still they compare us. for the record, these things i did for my brother:
1. i didn't tell everyone immediately that he was my brother because i didn't want him to live in my shadow, or (sadly happening now) be compared to me. this comparison of siblings was the very reason why our younger brother ian (the one who died in a freak motorcycle accident early this year) developed an inferiority complex, and eventually lost interest and amore to us, his siblings - our parents kept comparing him with me. everytime people from work compare my with derek, i miss our brother even more. because people like them "killed" my brother indirectly. what's worse, they enjoy comparing us, as if they knew everything. i hope they rot in hell.
2. i dare not compare myself to my brother. he has skills that i don't have (like his calculus skills; man, he's good), and vice-versa. what then is the point of comparison? but if you really want to know who i am academically, here is my profile: (A) i graduated cum laude in 2000, yes, simply because i was 0.08 away from being magna cum laude (the reason: i had a word war with the VPAA of BSU during my thesis defense. the lesson: i don't back down easily, regardless of who you are, or how old you are. if you're wrong, and you mess with me, you're barking at the wrong tree); (B) i have a master's degree, yes, with a grade point average of 1.18; (C) i graduated with five other honors in college, including INSTITUTIONAL SCHOLARSHIP from FRESHMAN TO SENIOR YEAR, maintaining a GPA range of 1.25-1.6, an alumni award, and the president's award; and (D) i was the first and only graduate of development studies from BSU.
what else do these people want to know about me? do i prance around school with a sash on my shoulder waving my accomplishments? no. because that's absurd, stupid, and puerile (for people who don't know what puerile means, go get a dictionary, twit). you twits make me sick.
***
i've never been so enraged.
at least i let it out.
time to cook.
be safe. hey.
my folks aren't really a dash of sunshine, as most would think. we're a showbiz family; we keep the pun amongst outselves (don't get me wrong; i'm not throwing mud at them. just explaining why my wife is in "agony", so to speak).
anyway, carla's doing okay; she's starting to enjoy going about the neigborhood and the local malls. this would have been fine if my folks wouldn't be slinging words for knives at my wife whenever i turn my back. just the other week, carla and i decided to send my wife to work, accompanying her to the nearest jeepney stop (on regular days, i accompany her to the bustop where she rides a shuttle bus going to work; i, on the other hand, ride a van service across the road). when i got back home with the baby, carla dozed off. so i let her sleep on the bed, and i went about my daily chores, i.e. paperwork. sadly, i had to work later that day. when i got back in the evening, the househelp had told my wife, who eventually told me, because of my nagging ('cause she was whimpering at a corner), that my father side-commented with the P.I. words, ranting about me tagging along my baby to send off my wife to work. needless to say, i went ballistic (in the calm, devilish way that i do).
***
after graduation at school, where my mother and my sister attended the commencement rites of my magna cum laude brother, i spent the entire bus ride saying my litany to my mother. to her dismay, i did not leave her room to explain, nor to butt in. i spent 40 minutes lecturing her about our style of parenting, explaining to her that experience doesn't always weigh more than wisdom (this came from a rant from my dad, stressing that 'cause he's more experienced, he knows better. bah, humbug! he messed with the wrong guy).
friends, i hope you understand. i'm not just protecting myself; i'm protecting my wife, and my kid (whom in the next few years might turn out to be a monster if we don't play our cards right).
***
speaking of graduation, i was dismayed to hear people still comparing me with my brother who graduated magna cum laude. f***, these people don't know s*** about who i am, and still they compare us. for the record, these things i did for my brother:
1. i didn't tell everyone immediately that he was my brother because i didn't want him to live in my shadow, or (sadly happening now) be compared to me. this comparison of siblings was the very reason why our younger brother ian (the one who died in a freak motorcycle accident early this year) developed an inferiority complex, and eventually lost interest and amore to us, his siblings - our parents kept comparing him with me. everytime people from work compare my with derek, i miss our brother even more. because people like them "killed" my brother indirectly. what's worse, they enjoy comparing us, as if they knew everything. i hope they rot in hell.
2. i dare not compare myself to my brother. he has skills that i don't have (like his calculus skills; man, he's good), and vice-versa. what then is the point of comparison? but if you really want to know who i am academically, here is my profile: (A) i graduated cum laude in 2000, yes, simply because i was 0.08 away from being magna cum laude (the reason: i had a word war with the VPAA of BSU during my thesis defense. the lesson: i don't back down easily, regardless of who you are, or how old you are. if you're wrong, and you mess with me, you're barking at the wrong tree); (B) i have a master's degree, yes, with a grade point average of 1.18; (C) i graduated with five other honors in college, including INSTITUTIONAL SCHOLARSHIP from FRESHMAN TO SENIOR YEAR, maintaining a GPA range of 1.25-1.6, an alumni award, and the president's award; and (D) i was the first and only graduate of development studies from BSU.
what else do these people want to know about me? do i prance around school with a sash on my shoulder waving my accomplishments? no. because that's absurd, stupid, and puerile (for people who don't know what puerile means, go get a dictionary, twit). you twits make me sick.
***
i've never been so enraged.
at least i let it out.
time to cook.
be safe. hey.
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