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.

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!

thoughts on presidentiables

it’s just a thought…

it’s mediocre that presidentiables spent millions on ad campaigns but looking at the real picture, let’s be wise and look into their track records. we are clamouring on politicians who have been corrupt. but let’s realize this, they spent for millions of peso for the campaign and if they won, definitely, one way or the other, they will find ways to retrieve it if elected.

on the latest pool, villar spent more than 300 million and more than 200 million for roxas… walk the talk! that 300 million will be a helluva contribution for free housing and that 200 million can be used by the erderly to purchase maintenance medicines. if they are what they said is for poor people, why not just counteract those expenditures directly to us. the queston now is, how can we know that these people are for “real”? i suggest for two possible soltuions.

1. require them to submit themselves for a presidential debate. let’s see who’s the joker and the serious ones, who has the plain and straightforward platform. since the media is always involve, make them involve. for once, network wars should cease and focus on televising the event simultaneously.

2. each of the candidate should be given a fair share of media mileage. regardless if they have the resources or not. let the government pay for the airtime. this is the time where we must strengthen our political system. a strong party system that will able to uphold the continuity of the vison for the entire filipino citizen. the party should have a clear view of the vision that will continue for ages to come. it’s about time that we must be smart in chosing our leaders.

we must not only consider those presidentiables who spent too much for their flambouyant ads instead, giving chance for more deserving candidates who doesnt have to spent so much for candidacy. “reality bites”, but our electoral system is inclined to who is popular and who spent the most on the campaign.

bottomline is, we must stop whining that the present ”pontio pilato” is as bad as the previous. we have caused it in the first place, we ourselves inflicted that chaos.

where could you find a politician who happened to be engaged to wed in time of the campaign? to gain popularity? talking about media circus!

…just a thought

Espresso

I found out that in this past days, i get easily emotional and i didn’t like it that much. My GF is getting on y nerves now. i promised to myself that in this year, i would learn to be a bit sensitive and caring. Goodbye carelessness. Lately, i get to be very proactive towards other people’s feelings. I’m leasrning to symphatize. It gives me a nice feeling of satisfaction. Having to reach out to people and be sensitive of what they felt and how might they feel. I am actively conscious about whats happening in my surroundings.

However though, i felt like vulnerable. I get easily demotivated with negative thoughts, griefs and remorse. I am in awe with idealisms. My perspective now was double-blinded with emotions and logic. I don’t like the idea of having to balance the two while making decisions. It drives me nuts.

Right now, i’m having a hard time categorizing how to act on a situation because i am learning not to be careless. I can easily be distracted with things which i ought  not to do in the first place.

I am angry to myself for learning to be “touchy-feely”. I ought to change for the better. To act and judge base on the norms that i may hurt others. It’s supposed to be good, right? But it drove me nuts otherwise. I’m going back to ideals and I’m afraid that it will trap me again of pleasing everybody.

My work was affected by me being ilogical. Though my personal life has gained lots. I dont know what to do and it leaves me personal questions. Is being emotional, careful, tact, and sensitive would give me satisfaction?

Workloadz

This is the second time that tears flowed in my eyes because of work.  My boss scolded me because of my stupidity. It’s the first in 2009.

It’s my second day of work. I woke up very early. Almost 3am to be exact. Last night, i slept basically on my boxers and even forgot to eat dinner. (My take-out food has spoiled, later i found out.) I am so tired.  I am adjusting to a very systematic work. (I promised it to myself.) Before, I am the type of a person who strikes everywhere as long as it is still covered by my weekly goals and objectives. Now, I am adopting to a new ways of fulfilling even the daily objectives based on my work plans.

Anyhow, enthusiasm overruns my eagerness to work that day. Early in the morning, I went to my favorite 24-hour coffee shop (GSC Dimsum House), to take my first coffee for the day. Scanned some emails and talked to my friends (Guards). At 4am, i went jogging for almost an hour and came back in my house at 6 am. I pressed my clothes and rested for a while to take my shower. At 7am, i’m all set. I started to warm up my car and checked on the date and it’s January 13, 2009. A Tueasday! I have this inkling about the bad luck number 13 has become to some superstitious Filipinos.  Friday the 13th is an Urban Legend! If the 13th falls on a Friday, something wrong will happen. What if it falls on a Tuesday?

This thoughts kept on repeating on my mind the whole day. Maybe because it’s the first thoughts that ran on my mind early in the morning. I am very busy keeping on track. I took my breakfast at around 10am and i lost track of my time until around 2:30pm. I hurriedly took a 5-minute lunch and off i go to my next client.

Then, i remembered, i still have something to fulfill. An email requesting for some adjustments to a flight schedule. I hurriedly went to an internet shop and emailed my boss. It took me for only 10 minutes. Off i drove to Polomolok to catch up the scheduled coverage without bothering what i have emailed or scrutinizing the content of it. I finished at around 6pm, travelled a 22km ride back to gensan to again visit another client.

As I’ve checked, she still have 9 patients and i assume, she’ll be finished by past 9pm. I took my dinner, scanned the hospital Operating Rooms and went back to the clinic to wait for her while watching the night news. I am calm and satisfied for the day’s work. Suddenly, my boss called up and that’s how things gone complicated.

He told me that part of my request was very impossible. Have i not reviewed the rule? How come i didn’t informed him? Have i lost my mind? “It’s the second time that you’ve done this, Ronald! Paulit-ulit lang tayo. Ilang beses ka bang pagsabihan? Hindi ka nakikinig eh.” (Tsaka kung anu-ano pa. Dami pa niya sinabi which are true)  It’s alright with me. I am not the type who is not very emotional with regards to emotional things. I am certain that I am not the sensitive one with regard to touchy stuffs.

One thing stike though. He accused me na sinisira ko cya. And I cant take it anymore. I went out the clinic. With that, i exclaimed that i don’t have any intentions na siraan cya. Ito yong virtue na hindi ko natutunan. Ang manira ng tao. Lalo na sa kanya na parang a good father na and mentor sa akin. I lost my calm, natulo na luha ko na pilit kung pinipigilan. I made it a point na walang nakakakita sa akin. (inilabas ko na ang nag-uumigting na damdamin, kasi ala na tao.)

I maybe dumb sometimes and can lost my focus but certainly, hindi ko kaya manira ng tao, the least, Boss ko pa. Another thing that made me emotional is pagbintangan niya ako na hindi nagtatrabaho ng maayos. Na pa easy-easy na lang. He just cant imagine how i work my butt hard para magtrabaho ng maayos and para ma-please cya. People can attest to that. (Putcha, i lost my temper na. Derideritso na to. Cloudy na naman mata ko while i’m writing this. Hehehehehehe)  Nonetheless, I apologized to him and suddenly, the line went dead. Nalowbat ko.

I hurriedly went to the car and took my other phone and called him explaining what had happened. He was a bit surprised ng sabihin ko kung asan ako. “Nagtatrabaho ka pa pala pare?” , ika niya. (After accusing me of not working hard enough, nahuli niya ako na nasa area pa nagcocover even up ’til 9pm) He is now calm and i can sense that his intentions are good why he had reminded me of my foolishness.

I hate myself for crying. I hate it when people sees me crying. I hate it even when people knew that i cried. I hate seeing people cry. I hate crying! Despite of that, hindi ako galit kay Boss. Weird ano? Magaling siyang gumamit ng bow and arrow. Sapol sa dibdib. I must learn how to do it.

Now, i kept my calm because the coverage has already started. I went inside the clinic and the doctor noticed na namumula and slightly namumugto mata ko. I just told her that i must have been very tired from travelling and have doozed off while waiting outside.

I went back to the coffee shop and wrote this blog para maglabas ng sama ng loob.

Full Battle Gear

I was on the airport in lieu of my trip to manila for a scheduled meeting and national conference. When we (me and my counterpart) arrived at the General Santos Airport, I’m surprised that there were so many escorts on the waiting area.

 

Filipinos are fond of the so called “pabor pabor”. Airport police shooed my car and was asked to send my car  through the parking lot. I obliged without uttering no excuse. However, all of a sudden, I noticed that luxurious SUV’s even blocked the driveway. But the ungrateful airport police did nothing. Is it because I’m just driving a compact and that the others have their cars siren on (known wang wang thingy) and their blinking “Christmas lights” were illuminated? Mga Filipino talaga. They are judgmental of people based on one’s status and looks in the society.

 

I was dumbstruck though when private armies came strutting towards the arrival area. Some high rank “Muslim Datus” arrived, that’s why. I noticed how heavily armed the armies where. (Parang may giyera). I somehow manage to asked myself, “Is this where our taxes go”? To these heavy artilleries?

 

A couple of Muslim Politicans arrived but the welcoming committee feasted the place. I then saw some children lurking around clod on ratty clothes, laughingly playing and running, caring nothing. Do they somehow realized and asked for themselves what the future brings for them?