What it takes to have an MBA

                I trotted my way to the AVR 1. As I was about to enter the Library, I came across some angry mob, angrily and busily talking to themselves. I greeted them but to my dismay, they didn’t even saw me. I must have thought to myself, “Ah, they were just stressed out.” I just shrugged my shoulders and went inside. Butterflies flew my stomachs as I saw the other people noisily cramping some notes – to and fro. The thresholds have been shortened and the agony of waiting for their time is near.

 

This Saturday was a busy day for us. We are about to defend our work in front of the panel, even with our classmates. I am confident that we could present some nice output to the body. As group after group slowly emerged from their comfort, it was our time. Our invited panelist had been late. Well, that’s okay; we still managed and got through with him coming before we ended our presentation.

 

To cut short, we’re all done. All have been ecstatic because finally, we have our nine units gain for this semester. Yeepe! But not quite!

 

As we are about to packed our things, Dra Pinky got our attention to stay to discuss some important matters. It’s about our FS and BS of a professor. She allegedly have threatened some of our classmates because you know, she allegedly accused them of cheating and having the same answer. For goodness sakes, as a teacher, how would you exactly expect from the students when you gave your exams as a “take home exam”? Stupid really. It’s crazy! She even commented that the answers were all the same word for word. Duh! Lame! C’mon. They have the same answer or maybe defining the terms because they have the same reference: reference that we ALL photocopied and distributed in the class as initiative by the groups who were assigned to discuss or report the topic.

 

If you are very conscious of students copying and sharing their answers, don’t give take home exams. Besides, if you do, it’s the risk you are going to take.

 

Another thing, treating us as lowly undergrads by giving strict deadlines won’t work. We have our own career you know…work?…livelihood?…it’s what we do?…to get money?…to pay for our tuition…? You wanted to have a prompt submission? Be prompt yourself. Be on time when giving exams and don’t let us wait for you for an hour and a half because by then, if you have a super extra powerful pair of glasses, you could easily see the horns coming out our foreheads, and obviously you could see a tail slowly protruding our end.

 

Be professional. You could say that to yourself. We are busy people too like you. But at least you could have told us what you really intend to do and not just popped somewhere and some when and some what whenever you feel like and impose your authority over us. It just won’t work for us.

 

I realized one thing though. Because of you, our bond has been stronger and made this semester one hell of an experience. Kudos to you!!! One thing we can say to you is don’t let some minority suffer from your revenge to the class or else, you haven’t seen nothing yet! You don’t really know the meaning of what it takes to have an MBA.

De-stressing as Maki put it.

Funny thing happened for like a couple of days ago. I am very busy with my life right? I’ve been consistent of saying it here or in my FB and FS accounts. Busy with pretty much everything. Special reason is  me studying for out coming final exams and the recently concluded sales cut-off. The latter, i survived though we are on anxiety stage now of what will happen to my employement because of the merging. Anyway, it’s not the reason why I’m writing here. The event was in my class.

As industrious as i was (nyaks!!!) i was tasked to do many things. For one, i was assigned to make a documentation for our conducted seminar and lecture from one of our subjects. It’s so tiring because i dont know how to do it. I thought, it’s just a mere taking pictures of the event but the instructor told me to write a narrative report of the activity. It’s so passe if in case i’ll do the enumeration of what happened. So instead, i decided to make my own style. I did a feature article regarding it. I wrote it on a word processor but at the end, it seems like there’s no pragmatic impact. In the course of fininshing it, i contemplated, why not do it in a gazzetter type. I opened my publisher and decided on the format. I layout all the “fill-ins” and it did give me additional workload. But i was impressed of the result. I did a very great job…I love myself…i really, really, really like myself for doing it.

 Anyhow, aside from that, i also took the task of doing my group’s mini-case study. Although its a little bit hard because formal writing is not my forte. I despise having to write a paper with all the rules and formats and chapters and stuffs like that. Yet, i stand firm that i can do it. I was very preoccupied doing the groups requirements that i forgot to comply our individual synthesis. For like three days straight, i barely had my goodnight sleep. I slept for a maximum of 4 hours a day to cope with this underlying requirements. I even forgot and very tired to study and preapre for the exam.

Alas, the day of the exam came. We were all very nervous knowing that post-graduate studies were wayyyyy different from the under grads. Exams were difficult. We percieved that our professors would give us difficult exams. Indeed it was!

With the maximum load of 9 units, i am taking three subjects. Marketing Management, Production and Operations Management and Human Resource Management. Of the three, i like HRM the most. Doc Estela Marie Verana, our professor was well-liked by most of our classmates including myself. I like her methods of teaching and her styles of conducting the process of learning. The subject which i hated most was Mktng Mgmt. The instructor was way out of line. I mean, she treated us like those of the undergrads. even treated us like idiots. (Imagine, in the class, she sings to us? The topic or phrases were sang!!! For crissake!!! What are we… A bunch of Grade school pupils?)

Okay, Ronald…inhale…exhale!!! What i’m clamouring is, she is not proffesional enough and dont have the guts to decently hundle us. Enough of her!

We were surprised though that even though the exams in HRm were somewhat difficult, the professor allowed us to open our notes. It helped a lot. However, this B*$@& S#!@ MM instructor told us we were upposed to start at 1pm and will end up to 3pm, and she didnt even came on time. We waited for her for almost 1 hour and still she hadnt come. Our patience must have gone short and we decided to protest and leave the room and told everybosy to have a uniform concensus of not taking her exams.

We went to the library and 30 minutes before the scheduled end, she came and told us to proceed with the exams. We protested and she didnt have much of the choice but to let us bring the exams as “tkae home”. As we read the exams, it’s very incomprehensible…lucky us, the fate bears with us.

I went home and checked my FB and smiled of what Maki wrote on one of my friend’s wall…”It’s time to de-stress!”

i miss myself here

it’s been quite a while i haven’t posted something here. i became very busy lately… so hard to mange everything in my life now. work, studies, career, lovelife, social life sex life, family life, everything is in shamble…i promise to visit here as soon as i have my time. besides, i got a hold of a smartbro now so whereever i go, i can be connected here.

Lolita Found Me!

I got a call last nyt from my ex-bestie Lolita. At the middle of my deep sleep, my annoying call alert sounded and i’m surprised that her name appeared on the screen. Usually, i’m the one who always called her up. I thought it was an emergency…something wrong and important might have happened to her. Later had i found out that the reason why she called me at around 2:30 in the morning because she can’t sleep. Maybe she’s thinking about me. Bwahahahaha…Psyche!

She told me that atlast, she found my blog and read everything i wrote there. To her amzement, she couldn’t believe that i can do this stuff. The heart of a writer wasn’t in me. Before, i don’t write. She’s the one who always had a BIG dream to become a writer. She’s a prolific writer. I can attest to that. She’s been modest, as an editor-in-chief in our publication, she will just comment on my write ups telling me: “nice thoughts… it will do”. but when i check on the hard copy of supposed to be my “article” you can see nothing but full of red lines, parenthesis, crash outs, arrows, and symbols, as an EIC used to indicate that what I wrote was a piece of crap. Again, she’s just modest of telling me that what i did was a reject. Because then, she’s my bestfriend.

At the end, when the magazine was ready to be published, still my article was there but when i read it, it made me think that, “is it my work?” because every word was different. Hahahaha. At least our adviser, our colleagues and even the whole school will know i have contributed something.

Anyway, as i was telling you, the reason why she called me was because she commented me of my progress of what i have become. It’s like music to my ears. Some comments! She envied me because since before, she’s the one who usually dreamed of the BIG things in terms of writing. Even if she landed to a different field, it didn’t stop her of her dreams to soon be fulfilled. She wished to be a contributor in a daily broad sheet. Maybe writing to a column “Young Blood”. Well, mind you Lolita, if you don’t act now, your contribution will soon appear on the “High Blood” Nyahahahaha.

After we’ve talked for about 43 minutes (using my phone and my load because after a couple of minutes when she called me, her line ended and it’s my cue that i should call her), i told her that i would post another blog later of our conversation. She begged me not but i promised her, i would be subtle.

When i logged on, and before i do something, i checked on my posts and reviewed what i have written, what she’ve read.

Until then, it’s around 6am and i need to use the bathroom now!

Trip to Manila

My boss called up late afternoon of Aug 28 (a friday) and told me we should be in Manila on September 1 for an office meeting. I’m very ecstatic knowing that i could go back in Las Pinas to visit my folks. I haven’t gone home since February and it’s timely because my bestfriend would soon be leaving for Saudi sometime this September.

My flight was August 31 but i planned to go ahead of schedule on the 30th to spend more time with people there. Unfortunately though, i wasn’t able to make it on time because when i arrived at the airport to supposedly change my flight, the schedule was fully booked. To my dismay, i had no choice  but to go home instead.

To relieve my boredom at home, i went to the mall and bought stuffs which i might need.

The day came and when i arrived to Manila, i’m impressed with Terminal 3 of NAIA. The facilities were great but you just have to walk for almost a “kilometer” until you reach the exit. I mean, it’s quite far or maybe i’m just used with the old Terminal 2. Also, since it’s my first time there, i took the usual endless line of people waiting for the metered taxi at the arrival. It’s very unbearable. You got to wait for like “years”.

I had my turn after waiting for about an hour for my ride. I somehow wished that the traffic would be light in Coastal Road because it’s a holiday, right? But then again, it proved me wrong. The traffic was so annoying that i drifted to sleep and was awaken by the driver to pay the toll gate. Zapote road was even far worse.

Alas, i arrived after almost 2 hours instead of the usual 30-minute ride i usually take going to the airport without the heavy traffic. Everybody was surprised of my arrival and I’m so tired!

The next day, i left the house early for our office in Ortigas. The meeting was quite short and i spend the rest of the day in Mega Mall and the rest of the afternoon in SM Las Pinas.

Me and my best bud had a drinking session in the house and i was so drunk. Luckily for me, i still woke up early to catch my 7 o’clock flight back to Gensan.

My trip in Manila was not spectacular. Though you really have to spent loads of money there but closing up the connection to people is far more important.

I’m now used to living in the province and i realize that once in a while, you must experience the fast pace of life in order for you to be thankful and contented of what you have now.

Tricia turned 2

Tricia turned 2 months last aug 17 and im proud to say that she weighs for about 6 kg already…although she demands most of my single life…still, i’m happy to provide her with the best care i know i can give to her.

she’s always on my mind now and having her in my life diverts my self into longing for companionship…right now, i’m happy having her around..

Man’s Bestfriend

I recently bought a dog from a friend. It’s a puppy Pit Bull (American Pit Bull Terrier). “Why Pit Bull?”, my landlord asked me. I always wanted to have a pet dog. We actually have 2 at home. Askal nga lang. LOL

I have known a friend who had this breed. During weekends, i oftentimes go to there house early morning after my jog to play with Burma. She’s also a pure breed, all-black APBT. She weighed for about 60 lbs or so. I liked her characteristics being playful and affectionate yet very aggressive and fearful.

Anyhow, three months have passed, i texted a friend if he knows someone who had a stud pitbull so that i might request him to reproduce offspring with Burma. I was so delighted because his own pet APBT had reproduce offsprings and is actually selling one of the puppies. So i immediately said yes.

Somehow, i asked my landlord if i could possibly care for a Pit Bull at home. She disagreed telling me that in the states, these kinds of dogs were feared and banned due to its viciousness. I cared for less. My mind is made up. I wanted to have this breed. She’s leaving for the states again in a couple of weeks so for the meantime, i can take care of it in some other’s house. (Clever me! Hehehe)

So the day came, i went to the house and for the first time, i saw the puppy, i fell in love with her. (She’s a girl.) She was born June 16 and about a month and two weeks when i first set my eyes on her and took her home. I am so excited that my eyes were nearly in tears, i almost cried (Exageration). I put her on a box and found out she’s trembling. I went to a pet store to buy her dogfood and hurriedly went to my foster home in Marbel for my dog to be fostered also. We admired her for eternity. Remembering that i need some other stuffs for the dog.

I bought Milk (Nestogen 2), Vitamins (Clusivol Drops, Calcium Lactate), and Feeding bottle (Mimiflo), a bath towel, toys for nibling, and chamois for drying. I felt like a dad. But after this errands, i am not yet fulfilled. I need to look for a name for her. After some discussions and suggestions from people (which i listened but didn’t accepted. haha), i named her Tricia.

That night, i traveled for an hour to go home and leave her to her foster home but all restless thinking of her all night. I worked the whole day and supposedly, schedule the next day to come back to see her but indeed, i can’t wait for that long. So that very same nyt, i hurriedly packed my things and travelled to see her.

When i got to see her, i was the one who first handedly administered her vitamins. Bottle fed her (she’s not fond of feeding bottle i found out. Instead, she wanted the milk directly from a pan). She’s one hell of a dog with big apetite!!!

I searched the internet for some info and i think, i’m ready to become the best master for her.

Tricia

Stressed out

I decided to take the MBA class to have a diversion from the toxicities of work and just enjoy it . but it seems, i’m not enjoying it. So many reports to make, so little time. It adds burden to my workload.

Recently, i was reprimanded by my boss because of my low MD coverage rate. The fact is, i’m working hard yet my mind is preoccupied by so much school work. It’s eating my time. I oftentimes slept late because of it, i cant have a nice rest because of it.

Basically now, i dont have my so-called “weekends” anymore. I was deprived of it. I work from Monday to Friday. Come saturday, it’s a school day. Then sunday is spent for my admin reports. Grrrrrrr……  didn’t imagine this is hard.

Well anyway, i chose this path and will do everything to make it work… I will still hang on it and i know, i’m doing a good job both in work and school.

Bohol Trip

Today, i arrived in Bohol. This is my first time to be here. From General Santos City, I travelled to Cebu by plane, then with a Wesam Fastcraft to Tagbilaran. The weather is not good because of the storm. The wave is huge but i wasnt aware of it. I was preoccupied with the movie played onboard.

After almost two hours, i could s=already see the port and the whole island is magical. Clear waters, the greenery is great and numerous resorts along the shore caught my attention. I can’t wait to be on land.

Alas, I was in the hotel. Soledad Hotel is somewhat cozy, it was settled within the city and it has a veranda  where i could smoke, overlooking the entire northern part of the city. I hate smoking inside the room. So i prefered a room that has a terrace or near an open space for my habit.

My new DSLR

U3 Coffee

Actually, it’s not really new per se. It came out in the market last year. (July 2008) if im not mistaken. I just had it though last July 10, 2009. I’m ecstatic to have it. I endured  many sleepless nights waiting for it. The day came when i’m expectant to get it through “Hari ng Padala”. But it wasn’t there. Every hour, i checked on them to be sure, they haven’t missed it. In my mind, i know that it wasnt there yet. But part of me tells otherwise. I waited for the delivery van to arrive. Alas! I have it. On time. Thanks LBC.

It was then i get through my senses, how in the world i came to decide i need a DSLR (Digital Single Lense Reflex). My recolections brought me to some degree of reminishing the past. It all started during my college days. I am active in the student publication and annually, there’s this thing called COPRE. It’s a gathering of every school publication accross the region competing for some coveted awards.

Because i held a somewhat high position in the organization and my bestfriend was the editor in-chief, i was always, i mean ALWAYS a part of the delegation. However, as i pondered things, I admitt to myself, i’m not a writer. I know how to write but technically, i’m not good. (Im saying this, modesty aside…pure honesty!) So, i’m not the best candidate for any literary contests during the conference. I’m always the 2nd choice…maybe the least, the last option…the “no choice” category. I accepted that. Eversince, i love to travel. By joing the delegate, you’ve got to stay in a nice hotel, free meals, a nice vacation paid by the school, met new acquaintances, exempted from the class, and other freebies.

During the wokshop, the only thing i’m eager to listened to was during the Photo Journalism part. By joining this category, more outside work is required. I hate plenaries that’s for sure. The workshop entitled you to know some basics about photography. The one thing i remembered most was the “Rule of 3″ when taking pictures. During my ever first attempt on the competition, i gained 2nd prize and i was very happy about it. I am competing against some college pros. They have used SLR’s then, i am using a ”snap and shoot” 35mm camera. Atleast mine has an automatic rewind function. Hehehe.

I lways have balance in my output when i took the shot. I’m proud of it. I almost forgot all about it until last year. When i went to Butuan, i’ve got to see many things worth remebering and uttered to myself, “How i wish i had a digital camera.” Still, I didn’t had that much urge to buy or to acquire something like it. I wanted some other cool stuffs like an iPhone, Apple Laptop, Mag Wheels, a bike, etc. Never had i imagined i will soon get a new DSLR.

It all started when one day, my brother told me he’s coming home for vacation and asked me what i want him to bring. I told him immediately, an Apple Laptop or iPhone. Surprisingly, he was eager to comply so for the time being, i am hoping that when the day comes, i will have a new laptop.

My senses changed when i visited Dra. Cecil Balbuena and showed me some of her cool pictures with her Canon DSLR and right there and then, i called my brother that i need something else. I want a digital camera. A Sony Cyber Shot. He confirmed for it. So i started browsing the net for some infos. I went to the mall to check some varieties. But even then, i’m having a hard time deciding what to buy. I remembered Jacquilou. She had a nice digicam (i think) and her nature of work as a product reviewer and always online, maybe she could help me decide on it.

I emailed her, and she immediately called and told me that i have a nice taste for a digicam but it seems to her that it wont fit for my physique having that small, slick, slim digicam. She sugested instead to invest for a DSLR and voila! i made a final decision. The only burden now is what brand to buy. After some browsing, i made a decision to chose between a Canon and a Nikon. I asked some people on the net and with that, i settled for a nikon.

I asked Darvin who had a canon cam if i had a good preference. He told me that people with Canon would recommend Canon. While Nikon users would recommend their device. To help me further, he directed me a site dedicated to reviewing DSLRs. The site helped me a lot. Atlast, after some negotiating with my brother, i had in my hand my new DSLR, a Nikon D60.

  U3 Plant

As Jacquilou said, “Go and grab all the pics in the world!”, i might as well willfully comply.