Month: January 2014

Life Lately…

Papers of dearest college kiddies – Oh Dear God, I’m drowning with papers to read, review and edit.

Tagged by the Big Boss – I was tagged by the Big Boss to attend a major management meeting at the workplace. It didn’t help that ….. never mind, I’m not allowed to speak anyway. I just hope that my documentation project will finally be accomplished.

Meanwhile, the forever Windows user in me is beginning to appreciate the power of Mac.

Loving the rare cold weather – I’m fat but I’m never healthy. I’m always the first person to catch weather related viruses. Despite my weak immune system, I’m loving the rare 16 degrees celsius in Manila.

The everyday view at the workplace – It’s refreshing to see elements of nature at the workplace. Unfortunately, the trees badly need a trim. Otherwise, my entire window would be covered by leaves and branches. I once joked that maybe I’m a princess that needs to be hidden and protected from all the negative beings. Heeehee Hence, I shouldn’t worry about the trees.

Maybe another mean girl

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In fairness to her…. she didn’t exactly point out Filipinos. Otherwise, I would have written an equivalent hate and mean post.

My first trip abroad was intended for my brief assignment turned milestone in Taiwan. Since my trip was funded by my employer (I was more than thankful) I have to settle with what the limited budget can offer. This includes taking an economy and cramped Cebu Pacific plane. I didn’t really mind because Taiwan is just hours away from Manila.

Going back home, I was booked on the same economy airline. It was December and I took a local economy airline. No wonder, 80% of my fellow passengers are Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs). Everyone is alive and noisy despite the 1am flight. In the check in counter, everyone is declaring luggage more than enough for one person. Without asking, I knew that they make the classic Pinoy pasalubong for the family, extended families, friends to the entire barangay.

When the plane finally landed, everyone went clapping. The sleepy morning was converted to a festive atmosphere. I knew the real reason. Their hearts are overflowing with excitement to see their families and happiness because they will be reunited this Christmas.

Yes they don’t travel that often. If given the choice, they don’t even like to travel. Most Filipinos probably travel because of their dream of providing decent lives for their family.  The next time you encounter passengers clapping their hands as the plane lands, think of them as one of the Filipinos who are thankful for the simple reason that they are finally home.

Oh wait, this reminds me.. since you often encounter passengers who are clapping when the plane lands.. you probably don’t take business class on your trips 😉 I thought… never mind #justSaying

Goodbye Customized Blog Theme

This blog has earned me a significant amount of money last year. I used to receive sponsored posts from this website. I was tasked to publish a post that relates my personal experience to a particular product brand. Sounds easy but the opposite happens in reality. One reason is the kind of products I have to write. I have to relate fire trucks, tile cement, shaver brush, plumber services, and bankruptcy lawyers to my personal life?!? How about that? My efforts and forced creativity paid off because for the first time, I was able to prove that online earnings are true. Unfortunately, my happiness abruptly ended. Before the year ended, my blog was removed from the website’s pool of writers. I suspect that the low page ranking and readership accounted for my exclusion.

I wanted to reward this blog for all the earnings it gave me. The first reward I gave was the domain name. It was successful except for the additional fee that surprised me. Aside from buying the domain name, I discovered the additional expenditure for the mapping fee. Nevertheless, I paid and still enjoying the dot com of my blog.

After the domain name, I wanted a makeover for my blog. While WordPress.com offers premium themes, I find it too expensive for a minimum of $ 30. I searched other sites that offer personalized wordpress themes for less. It was then when I was led to Esty, the wonderful world of everything handmade. I found a nice pre-made design template specific for wordpress. I purchased the theme and waited for the seller’s feedback.

Days after, the Etsy seller finally responded and worked on my newly purchased theme. I was later surprised with an information I carelessly overlooked. Turns out, I CAN’T CUSTOMIZE THE THEME FOR A WORDPRESS.COM ACCOUNT. I have to shift to WORDPRESS.ORG to install a customized theme. I was willing to shift except for the fact that wordpress.org demands an annual fee of $18. What da?!

So there, I have to forget my dream of installing a customized theme for this blog. Lesson learned, dream did not come true.

Weekly Photo Challenge : Window

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I captured this photo two summers ago. This was taken from a quaint restaurant and bakery in my hometown. Situated in a highly residential place, people used to believe that this establishment will soon cease operations. Of all places, why will you construct a restaurant in a place where people are most likely to spend time in the comforts of their own home? People have been proven wrong because this place has been thriving for almost a decade. The bestseller is the bakery that produces the classic and homegrown bread among Filipinos, pandesal.  Aside from this picture perfect brick and rustic structure, the smell of the fresh baked pandesal is so tempting and inviting as soon as you step near this window.

Corporal Punishment or whatever it is …

In western countries, corporal punishment has long been restricted. The case of Asian countries, particularly in the Philippines, shares a different story. While there’s a law that protects children from any form of abuse, culture and tradition can overpower everything. Perhaps in American countries, the typical patting practiced in Filipino families is enough grounds for child abuse.

In our home, I admit growing from this type of disciplinary action. I have been hit by slippers many times. A few instances, I experienced having my earlobes or hair pulled by my mother.

While I don’t personally advocate inflicting any form of pain to inculcate discipline, I never blame my mother for adopting such approach. I believe my mother’s approach was effective to some extent. I grew up respecting and fearing my parents. The fear later contributed on instilling the much needed discipline.

I’m not a parent and maybe, I don’t have the right to talk anything about parenting principles. I know a number of my blog followers such as Jonalyn & Juan ,  Postsquared and Jen are parents. I would really appreciate if they can share their sentiments.

Setting aside my inexperience, allow me to share my opinion on corporal punishment as a tool on instilling discipline.

As I have said, I never believe in using pain to develop discipline. I’m an advocate of using teaching, learning and experience instead. When a child does something wrong, the parent should

Teach – Explain to the kid what makes everything wrong.

Learning – Let the kid speak. Let the kid explain why he did it. Let him process his own thoughts.

Experience – Make the kid see the possible outcomes of his mistake.

So why all of a sudden, I’m writing a topic out of my personality?  As always, this was prompted by some incident that happened at home, work or wherever.

Two days ago, I became a stupid witness to some corporal punishment inflicted to a poor kid… (I hate to admit it) within my family. Worst of the worst, it wasn’t a family member who inflicted the punishment. It was “someone who tries to become a family” who instigated. Let me baptize that person as the Antagonist.

The pathetic three-year old kid was slapped on her thighs many times by this antagonist. I rarely see the kid so most likely, there is a high chance that the kid was often maltreated. Yesterday, the kid did something naughty. If I’m not mistaken, the kid played with the faucet in the backyard. When another cousin reported the incident to the elders, the antagonist dragged the poor kid to the backyard. I knew what I was witnessing was a mistake. I tried to get the attention of the poor kid, but the antagonist prevailed.

The antagonist perhaps later realized that there were a lot of eyes around. She ended the scene by threatening to slap the kid with her hand towel.

If only I had the genes of Kris Aquino or Simon Cowell, the story of this blog post would have been different. The antagonist’s family will curse me to death in their bravest 63,206 character allocation in Facebook. But no, I prefer to take things on my own hands… in the most silent and deadliest way.

Some of you might be wondering, where are the parents of the poor kid? A surprising back story can explain why the poor kid has always been tagged as bad and naughty. Both parents of the poor kid are mentally delayed for their ages. The parents are in their late twenties to early thirties, but their mental ages are way younger. They are unfit to become parents, but destiny made other plans. This greatly explains why the kid turned out to be the naughtiest and often the cause of headache of the elders in the family.

There’s no way the antagonist can read my sentiments. I’m likewise not in the position to confront her. Should this happens, I will surely gain nothing but enemies from the antagonist’s children. (It will be raining hate status messages screaming with grammar violations Heehee) Yes, the antagonist is a mother in her 50s. It’s quite hard to believe that she has the age but the missing understanding, patience and maturity for a poor kid. Considering she has reared a number of kids, I doubt if she doesn’t know the hate arising when another stranger maltreats your own blood. Maybe the antagonist is used to this kind of discipline. Maybe she doesn’t mean it. (I doubt?!) Maybe she has to remember that she was never family. She was just given the privilege to live within the compounds of my paternal family. I really hope someone would have the courage to clarify her limits. My cousin’s family has been accommodating to the antagonist and her family…. but behind their backs they are most unwelcome to the family.

The least I can do know is to pray for the poor kid. Despite the absence of proper discipline, I hope the kid will grow up way different from her parents. Impossible, I still hope the Lord sends the Holy Spirit to protect the kid from the hands of the antagonist. I hope my late grandma and auntie will guard her in times of another danger. Maybe in the end, I just wish that the antagonist would leave and forever stay away from my family.

An Attempt to Throwback : Jobseeker days

I’m writing this post while my dear college kiddies are in pain. Heehee  I’m actually administering their midterm examinations. Instead of keeping an eye to each of them, I decided to supposedly check my pending office work. Unfortunately, it’s 7 am here and I haven’t found the pace to start another long day ahead. I have an 8-hour office job to follow and before I end the day, I have another class to attend. Breadwinner aka Curacha mode on! 🙂

I’ve been working for almost 10 years. I never stopped working ever since day 1 of September 2004. Months before I graduate from college, I was already an active job seeker. I signed up for online employment search engines and attended job fairs. On Sunday evenings, I would ask for the classified ads section of the Manila Bulletin from my Lolo and the Philippine Daily Inquirer from my Auntie. I figured out this was way better than spending Php 40 every week. When Monday comes, I would head out to the nearest internet café to email my application letter and resume. As much as I want to personally submit my application, I still have classes to attend and subjects to pass. It was also at this age when my thrift hormones are more powerful than my shopaholic attacks. An hour of computer rental would cost around Php 30. I could have already made 30 applications in a few clicks then.  In a day, there’s no way I can visit 30 companies to submit my application. In like manner that Php 30 will never be enough to reach Ayala Avenue from my place. A little side story, I remember encountering an HR practitioner who discouraged job seekers to submit applications online. She was concerned with the viruses and all those technology related glitches. Dear Grandma HR Practitioner, looks like… pardon the lack of words. I want to be respectful. 🙂

Of the countless email I sent, my first interested employer came from the banking industry. I was asked to report in their Corporate Headquarters in (as always) the intimidating Ayala Avenue. I skipped my Wednesday classes for the employment exam and job interview. I passed the employment examination and was scheduled for an interview on another day. I felt so accomplished and excited then. All the intense emotions subsided after my first ever job interview.

I never had an idea of the questions to surface. I was doing well in the beginning of the interview. The last part unfortunately turned to an unpleasant experience. The recruitment officer asked me how many subjects or units I’m still taking. I was caught between 15 or 18 units. It took me a while to finally say 18 units. My uncertainty created an irritated face to the recruitment officer. She looked like I stepped on her newly polished shoes or I spilled a glass of coke on her creaseless uniform. Since, I never had an idea of proper decorum and unwritten rule among HR practitioners, I accepted everything as my own fault. Yes it was a mistake that I rendered an uncertain response. On the contrary, I later learned that the company’s frontliners should never manifest any roughness in attitude to clients. Regardless whether the client is at fault or not, the service provider is the last person to exhibit irritation and agitation.

After the unpleasant experience, there were job interviews that came. Everything was fine… except for another female recruitment officer from another bank situated in Makati. At that time, I was beginning to become familiar with the practices on job interview. I never caused another irritated face though. It was my first time to encounter a recruitment officer who disrespectfully prevented me from uttering my response. Perhaps, I became the more vocal and articulate applicant. As I was explaining my point, she rendered the next question with that imposing look on her face. It might be another fault but I found it a bit disrespectful. It felt like she was telling me stop and shut up.

I cannot recall how many job interviews and examinations I attended later. I may sound biased but my interview and exam with my current employer was the fastest and the least that pressured me. I emailed my application letter and resume on Monday morning. I was notified through SMS that I’m scheduled for interview on Wednesday afternoon. The interview lasted less than 15 minutes. I wasn’t expecting anything from that quick duration of the interview. The week after, I was asked to take the employment exams. Within the same week, I was asked to report for final interview with the company president. A few minutes after, I was hired and was requested to process my medical documents. In two weeks, I acquired my first job. Since then, I never stopped working. I remained with the same company and right now, I’m wearing the shoes of the company’s frontliner. I’m a teacher to these college kiddies who will soon have their own unique employment stories to tell.

Bell rings… “Kids, pass all papers forward.” It’s my time to bear the pain of checking another set of papers. Despite the karma (haha), no I will never frown and pass the blame to our clients.  SMILE!