Me, Myself and I

At some point in my life, I almost believed that experience was the worst teacher. They have to give the test first before the lesson.

I am really an outgoing person. Every place that I had been to, has taught me a thing or two on how to deal with my life. Especially during my high school years, the school sends student participants in a myriad of leadership trainings, competitions, and various symposia on different topics. This has allowed me to grow as an independent individual who can take good care of herself better than some wasted grown-ups out there. Hard situations had been able to get the most out of my critical thinking.

I live a simple life. For me, it is all getting your priorities done. Maybe, that is why I can finish all my school works, and still manage to enjoy some extra-curricular activities. It is just simple. Know which things are important and which things are urgent. The only thing we haven’t run out of is time. Having plenty of it, I have learned to manage it so I would not find it hard to fit everything in a small area.

My leadership potentials have been also inculcated in my mind and acted upon through the various events that we were holding way back in high school. But I learned as well the value of temperance and self-discipline. Hence, I never work a one-man team. I am a people person and everyone’s suggestion is always worth to be presented to make the outcome better.

Moreover, I am well versed on how to deal with my own interpersonal and intrapersonal relationships. Yes I am a woman but I am a vision-maker as well. I follow my dreams wherever they may take me. Sometimes, the world seems to be a labyrinth where I fear of stepping in because I am afraid of not getting out. In circumstances like this, it is better to stick to your instincts and experience indeed will help you be stronger, in heart and in mind. Nobody said that it would be easy. They all said it was worth it.

However, I am not optimistic on ALL things. To the smallest possibility there is, the paradox of life still holds true in some unavoidable situations. Right on, everybody wants to live a long life, but nobody wants to get old; everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die; and nobody seems to realize that in our life’s journey, no one has ever reached the finish line alive. These instances conversely are not considered waving the white flag, but rather as a way of looking at the picture from another angle. There is always another prospective if I think outside the box.

Me, myself, and I. My strengths and weaknesses enabled me to be the person I am now. Anything I perceive and I choose to believe defines my individuality – a persona different from all other. All the people behind me, ready to catch me whenever I fall; those beside me, who takes in the risks as much as I can; and those in front of me, leading the way and exemplifying the role, are as well definitions of whom am I. The knowledge I have, and will be acquiring in school or at the workplace some years from now, are my sole weapons that experience has provided me in order to live life to the fullest and create my own destiny. Now, who would not believe that experience is the best teacher?

Life's Tactics

David Letterman said in one of his shows, “There is no other business like show business; but there is another business called accounting.”

When I was six or seven, I used to tell everyone who asked that I wanted to be a doctor someday. During the class Tell-and-Show, there were about ten of us who fancied for a paediatrics career (though all we knew then was that pedias take care of children like us). It was rather stereotype for every schoolgirl or schoolboy to dream of being a doctor or teacher or fireman or pilot once in his or her young and innocent stage of life.

After ten stressful years was a different story. When I was in my last year in grade school, I withdrew my slot in one of the high schools that I took entrance exam in and passed. They had this contract where you would agree to take up just the science-related courses in college. So the next day after I enrolled in them, my mom and dad enrolled me in a different high school.

I visualized that particular crossroad in my life as somehow a progress in maturity and self-knowledge. I had no idea whatsoever of the course that I was planning to take up four years after, but I’m definitely sure it wasn’t going to be a science course. I like science. I like it but there’s nothing for me beyond my liking it. I know I was set for a different path.

As I grew older, I grew up as well. And that was what opened my eyes to the reality that we are struggling for. In this juncture, I was certain I am not taking care of little kids’ illnesses some years gone. I won’t be but of course, somebody else will. By this time, I have developed a certain inclination in math that I want to nourish more and more each day. I thought maybe this special penchant in numbers would help me decide on which profession do I see myself someday. But that was never an easy decision to make. During high school when I was filling out my application forms for various universities, my life was like a bowl of spaghetti where I did not know where it started and where would I end up. Every datum was filled out and organized except for absolutely one thing – my course!

Now, let’s talk business. So, why would thousands of UPCAters and shifters from other colleges and campuses vie for those limited slots in BAA? Is it letter A-it is hitting two birds with a single stone (double major)? Is it letter B-it is the perfect way to challenge your aptitude in taking entrance tests (it is a triple quota course)? Is it letter C-it is by nature spontaneous to you to be good in marketing and accounting (oohh!)? Or is it letter D-all of the above (hey presto!)? Honestly, I never knew any of these until I got here and everybody was talking about it. And as one of those few people to grab this slot, I was indeed overwhelmed by these things. And as an initial reaction, there was a certain pride in myself that I was able to mix a little bit of those A, B, and C.

I took the chance and got the opportunity. But this is more than just for me. As soon as possible, I want to help in the family’s finances in the midst of this tight scenario in the Philippine economy. More so, I want to be a component of that persuasive change in the perception of our market and how money circulates in our country today. I want to advertise and be heard. I want to show my dexterity and be seen as an expert in something. I want to help other people in the matters suitable for my job. I want to be that somebody and that is why I am here.

One of the leading innovators in the business industry, Henry Ford, once quoted, “Someday the ethics of business will be universally recognized, and in that day business will be seen to be the oldest and most useful of all professions.” Hear hear, I strongly agree. The University of the Philippines is indeed motivated to produce individuals who set trends and not just follow them and the College of Business Administration is undeniably ardent to fabricate that zeal.

The Procrastinator's Creed

What I smartly believe that “smart” people do not. Read and lo! More than half of them is true. You’ll see. *wink*

The Procrastinator’s Creed

1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.
2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.
3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.
4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.
5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.
6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.
7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesimally small, is not exactly zero.
8. If at first I don’t succeed, there is always next year.
9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.
11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.
12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/wait/plan.
13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.
14. I will become a member of the Ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator’s Society) if they ever get it organized.

Love is NOT Equal to Math

In a linear regression model where the system of this world is the regressand and each one of us is a regressor, sometimes I find the coefficient of my existence indeterminate and my standard of errors infinite. I guess somewhere in this multivariate complex model, I still haven’t found that one single regressor I’m perfectly collinear with. And if time comes that I detect him and we both get transformed, then we’d finally found out that together, our joint existence is in fact highly significant and our joint standard error is substantially small.

Sometimes it just feels like everything’s going into places and everything’s going to be all right with your regressor, but in reality – that is never the case. Mathematical truths they claim transcend all kinds of time. But they situated a simple wrong case that is when they started associating it with love. Because the truth is, in this multivariate complex world, no errorless perfect regressor exists.

I’m not writing this because I’m hurt. I’m writing this because I learned the truth.

The Back Behind My Truth

No one has any idea how much you hate making mistakes, even a tiny one. You camouflage your moods so well behind a sunny face that hardly anyone knows when you’re down. But really, you’re nowhere near as passive as you sometimes seem.

This is what the magazine talks about my zodiac sign. And I don’t see anything wrong on thinking on it over. Well? At least it works for some hippie Libras like mwah. Lols! Somehow it’s true, but most of the part is a total no-no to me. Apparently, I encourage myself to laugh at my mistakes (literally!) because it lightens up public humiliation and of course, eases the pain. In fact, I’m the type whom you usually see TOO happy when I’m down. I would never ever want anyone to notice that I’m up with something. It makes me weak when other people notice me differently and eventually think that something (or someone) is bothering me.

If ever I asked you to listen to me while I blurt out what the heck am I feeling inside, that’s basically it. I cry or look weird and all but you’re job for me is to listen. JUST listen. I’m not heeding for any advice. Maybe I just need to let out all these emotions and hard feelings. But thank you you’ve devoted that thirty minutes of your life paying attention to this passive Libra who talks about her problems in the world.

Now, can you see me camouflage my moods or do I need you to listen to me first? That’s how you’ll know me.

xoxoXOxoxo