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Jan. 5th, 2009

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While people are rushing back to work...

... I'm spending my day at home with absolutely nothing to do.

Not having to go to the office to work sucks. Bumhood sucks. Especially when you have bills to pay. And very low funds. Boo.

Honestly, it's better this way, me not having to work there anymore. I'm just not used to having nothing to do.

Enjoy work everyone. I'm off to my parent's house in Bulacan and you probably won't see me for a while. I'll be back for your birthday celebration though, Klara. I gotta see my chocolate fountain in action. Haha.

Positive thoughts, Roro. Positive thoughts.

Dec. 10th, 2008

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It's better than counting sheep.

You think reading a book, going to a retreat or having a near-death experience involving a car and a van is life changing?

Well, try interviewing 100 participants for a game show that promises to give away one million pesos weekly.

Just last month I posted something about me experiencing a quarter life crisis. There are times when I feel like the amount of work I do doesn't justify what I get to bring home. I want to be able to pay for all my luxuries and gym membership and frappucinos. Bottomline, I want to succeed - right away. No legwork, no starting at the bottom, no minimum wage and rakets and part-time jobs.

And yet there are people who would give anything just to have a barely-minimum wage earning job and rakets just to be able to feed their family and put a roof over their heads, even though just barely. Single moms who would sacrifice everything just to make sure that she and her daughter or son would get some semblance of a bright future. Parents who would practically beg on their knees just to make sure that their kids will get to march on stage on their graduation day, even if it means resorting to borrowing money from "5-6".

People who believe that a game show is their only chance of rising out of poverty.

Seeing someone cry in the middle of an interview because they don't have money to spend on shelter and tuition really gets to you. As cliche as it may sound, it changes your perspective on how you see things, on your world view. Watching this kind of stuff on tv may alter your views a bit, but when you actually get to talk to these people and see how real their problems are, it changes, well, your whole life basically. I may be tired at the end of the day, but my strength will come back after a day or two of rest. When these people go home, they will still have the same problems, be in the same situation, have the same issues. And no amount of rest or sleep will change that.

Now I know why people always say that you should count your blessings. You'll never get through life without recognizing how truly blessed your really are. And honestly, I've just barely started on mine.

Dec. 4th, 2008

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Time to do your Christmas shopping at the hippest bazaar in town!



U-Rock Xmas Bazaar and Seminar presented by Smart Money
Saturday, December 6, 2008
1:00-7:00pm
Mag:Net Cafe Katipunan

Find your favorite Multiply-sold shirts, bags and accessories here!

Seminar is open to all interested online entrepreneurs.

The U-Rock Xmas Bazaar and Seminar is brought to you by Smart Money, Ang Pambayad ng Bayan!

For details email Rocel at bluemonstermedia@gmail.com

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Time to do your Christmas shopping at the hippest bazaar in town!



U-Rock Xmas Bazaar and Seminar presented by Smart Money
Saturday, December 6, 2008
1:00-7:00pm
Mag:Net Cafe Katipunan

Find your favorite Multiply-sold shirts, bags and accessories here!

Seminar is open to all interested online entrepreneurs.

The U-Rock Xmas Bazaar and Seminar is brought to you by Smart Money, Ang Pambayad ng Bayan!

For details email Rocel at bluemonstermedia@gmail.com

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Do your Christmas shopping here!

Nov. 26th, 2008

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So this is what they call it.

Grabbed from Dianey, who I hope has gotten her Christmas gift. Haha! :P

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QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS
Drumroll, Please By Gena Valerie Chua
Friday, August 29, 2008

I first heard it three months after graduation, over lunch with college blockmates.

Blockmate 1 (earns twice as much as any of us): I’m depressed. Work sucks. Is there any job that sucks more than mine?

Blockmate 2 (recently quit his job): Mine did. I was bored every day. I’m applying abroad. Do you know how much you can earn there?

Blockmate 3 (confessed bum): Money isn’t worth your unhappiness. You should be dating more, I’ll set you up with a friend.

Blockmate 1: But how can I be happy without money? Great dramatic sigh, I’m having a quarter- life crisis. Who are you setting me up with?

And there it was, the mystifying term that single-handedly captured our 22-year-old chaos. At first it sounded funny, but when the thought sank in, we were all quiet for an uncomfortably long period of time. Did we have it too?

Since then, I’ve heard the phrase thrown around a lot. After graduation get-togethers have been surprisingly frequent. It could be a withdrawal symptom, you’re all desperate to hold on to the certainty you had in school. Now that everything has become so unstructured, we cling on dearly to the people whom we shared such carefree, and sometimes careless days with. We reminisce about how our lives used to be, and how they are now. Many of us are in our third or fourth jobs. More and more are leaving the country to “find greener pastures,” joining that ever-growing diaspora like spores drawn to more fertile ground.

There is a shared sense of “lostness,” not because we have nowhere to be. No, we are all lucky enough to be somewhere, but most want to be somewhere else. Everyone tells us we are meant to be great, or at least achieve a slice of greatness. We are of that generation, the generation that has it all. The generation that never had to work for anything because it’s all instant and automated. The natural expectation to surpass those before us poses an unnerving problem: What happens if we don’t?

Maybe the pressure has been there for centuries, but never like this. The world used to be enormous, a planet of rocks we only see in science books. But now the world is shrinking.

Everything, everyone is within reach. The overwhelming proximity of it all has turned us claustrophobic. Wherever we find ourselves becomes too small a place. We are always looking for that something, the thing that will supposedly match our destined greatness.

Upon writing this article I decided to Google the term. Lo and behold, the omniscient Wikipedia had some interesting answers. Quarter-life crisis is a medical term for the phase following adolescence, usually for ages 21-30. Some “symptoms” include:

(1) feeling not good enough about one’s job
(2) frustration with relationships
(3) insecurity about life goals
(4) nostalgia for school
(5) a sense that everyone is doing better than you.


Furthermore, the stage occurs shortly after young, educated professionals enter the “real world”, when they realize that it is tougher, more competitive and less forgiving than they imagined.

So it’s not a 21st century thing after all. Ah, but Wikipedia doesn’t stop there. It goes on to say that today, “the era when having a professional career meant a life of occupational security has come to an end.” Indeed, it is no longer enough to get a well-paying job and do it for the rest of your life.

The lines used to be clearly drawn: you were a dentist, a doctor, an engineer, a businessman. Today, things are not as black and white. Our “real world” is now literally the entire world. We take our internships in multi-national corporations, study abroad on exchange programs, and attend art seminars in New York. We find worldwide options exceeding the imagination of those before us: techie jobs in Silicon Valley, trading in the Hong Kong stock market, even advertising for Google in hidden GoogleLand. I had a classmate who took up forensics in Maryland, while another one graduated from a famous fashion school in London. We are constantly considering so many options, debating which ones we can qualify for and which ones will ultimately help us define ourselves.

Older folks say this is generation me, me, me. We want it all now, now, now — even when we really have no idea what we want. So we end up wanting it all. They (my parents, friends of my parents, parents of my friends) shake their heads in disapproval at our inability to stay in one job.

They say we can’t stand any ounce of discomfort, any morsel of unhappiness. It’s true. We are impatient, always fleeing from one place to another — because that is what we grew up doing. Change has always been inevitable, but if there was ever a time when each year sees changes that used to span a century, this would have to be it.

As adolescents, none of our music icons had the longevity of The Beatles — every three weeks it was a new genre of sound. One minute we were shrieking fans of the Backstreet Boys, and the next we were cult followers of Matchbox 20. We have no memory of dinosaur computers; to us everything runs at 5Mbps. Our shelves of Britannica have gathered dust; we only have to go to YouTube and streams of video would unravel. We had the networking craze Friendster, but even that didn’t last.

Soon we were creating separate accounts for Multiply, Facebook and self-blogs. We shop on sites of local strangers and order via cellphone banking. Oh yes, don’t even get me started on cellphones. They have rendered everything else useless: watches, cameras, music players, calculators, dictionaries, even mirrors.

Every time the world changes a part of itself, we’ve had to change along with it. I’m not saying we should go back to the era of i’ll-be-waiting-two-weeks-for-your-snail-mail. I cannot leave the house without my phone. Maybe we’ve become little brats of technology, the spawn of an age always trying to outdo itself. If patience is a virtue, then the remarkable deficiency of it has become our unconscious vice. Our adult lives are an extension of our adolescent years, when coolness was attained by downloading mp3s of a newbie rock band before everyone else did. We are always on the move. We are fickle-minded, discontent and extremely volatile — which according to Wikipedia, are natural to those in their 20’s. But to be in your 20s at a time when clients at work are Australians you will never see past email correspondence, then it becomes a world that gives you only two choices: move, or get left behind.

We are expected to march out into the world with iPod in backpocket, one earphone pounding against an eardrum. With our bountiful gifts from mother technology and our cross-cultural media grub, we’re supposed to find a way to make ourselves great. Now more than ever, we have to prove ourselves worthy of the time we were born into. So who can blame us, for wanting to run all the time? The pressure is immense. So much is running after us and worse, there is so much we are trying to keep up with. Like the reluctant monster Incredible Hulk, we are always growing out of proportion, our clothes tearing as we expand. And so we run, gasping for air, looking for a place that can contain us.

I’m grateful for being born in an era that constantly pushes itself forward. But we were raised in a period long past mere survival, where the worst blunder you can commit is not so much failure but mediocrity. And so we make this plea: don’t be so hard on us. It may now be less challenging to defy boundaries, but the world out there is still as tough as ever. Let us have our little crisis; spare us the time that we never seem to have enough of. Give us the chance to find our own corner, where we can dig and shovel and bury ourselves in. Because when the clouds clear up — when we can finally stop twiddling our thumbs and wringing our hands in restlessness — you will see what we have built out of our chaos, and you will be damn proud.

 

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Mamaya mga 5 years old may crisis na rin. Ang perfect lang na ang example talaga is at 22. I guess wanting to own an 11-million peso house is not a problem but a symptom. And mine's getting worse.

Oct. 24th, 2008

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Cheers for 27 years!

Happy 27th anniversary to the best mom and dad in the whole wide world! Thanks for being such great parents. Don't worry, next time I'll do something more than a blog entry. Hahaha. :)

Oct. 17th, 2008

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Blockmates!

This is it!

October 24, 2008

7 P.M.

Flo and Mel's apartment @ Unit 108, Hanseng Place, Araneta Ave in Q.C.

Bring what you can, but if we buy something, share nalang.

Masaya 'to! Pero wag super rowdy. May natutulog na baby. Haha.

Directions:

Commute 1: Sakay ng kahit ano papuntang Quezon Ave. Baba sa Araneta Ave, tawid towards Jollibee. Lakad papunta ng sakayan (Q. Ave - Sta. Mesa), baba sa dulo, sakay ng pedicab, sabihin Hanseng Place.

Commute 2: Sakay ng LRT papuntang V. Mapa. Baba, lakad or ride a jeep to UERM. Sakay ng pedicab to Hanseng Place.

Car: From Quezon Ave (from Edsa), lumiko sa u-turn slot after Araneta Ave then right to Araneta Ave. Turn left sa 2nd stoplight (Chinabank), 1st corner right, 3rd corner left, go straight ahead, nasa dulo ng road yung Hanseng Place.

Please reply to this or text me owki? Cmonst guys. Masaya to. :)

Oct. 12th, 2008

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Let's get physical.

People always told me that I'm getting thinner, but not in the places I want to be. My arms are really thin and frail-looking, but my stomach and flabs are just all over the place.

So yesterday, I finally decided to take some action and enrolled in a gym.

More than two thousand bucks a month to run on a machine and sweat out the fat. Come back to me in a couple of months and see if the investment is worth it. Haha.

Oct. 10th, 2008

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Question of the day, and some stuff.

Question.

Does maturity come with age or experience?

Just curious.

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I remembered Marcee's post on the things people never knew about him when he was in high school (shout out because I was there! haha). I guess everyone hides some part of himself or herself in high school because hs was all about reputation, popularity, and trying to fit in. And while there were things about me that people never knew when I was in high school, I think what is more important is how much we've changed since those maroon-skirt wearing days.

So what are the things that have changed for me?

  • I worry about money a lot more than I did before. It's true when they say that you tend to worry more about where your money is going when you're the one who's actually earning it. Although I still spend more than I should (hence the reason for my barely-minimun account balance - but I am starting to save now, I swear!), I find myself rationalizing on whether a purchase is really worth it more often now. And that includes indulging on Starbucks only on payday week. Most of the time.
  • I am more available when it comes to nights out with friends. Especially now that everyone's doing their own thing, I try to make it to as many get-togethers as possible. I don't care if it's 2 in the morning. That's what the car is here for. :P
  • I am picking up bad habits left and right and that's not really good. While working for ABC has done a lot of good for me, it also exposed my frail side, and that is my sometimes-bad habit of wanting to always keep up with my peers. I sleep at 3am at the very least, I drink a minimum of two bottles of beer every time we go out, and smoking is no longer a novelty to me. But the key word here is control. And I am proud to say that I can still do it.
  • I've matured more when it comes to relationships. And not just the bf-gf kind, although for the most part it is. And while I am still a work in progress, I try to be more understanding and patient when it comes to relationship drama. I can never be perfect, but at least I try. And judging from who I am before, a lot has definitely changed now.
  • I wear a lot of sleeveless shirts, skirts and shorts. Shallow, but true. I guess what I'm trying to say is that while there are still parts of my body that needs some fine tuning (hello, flabby stomach!), I am more confident when it comes to showing off what I've got, thanks to someone who told me I shouldn't hide my curves. Haha! :P I should really watch what I eat though. And try to squeeze in some exercise.
  • I think a lot about the future. For me, the future has never been distant. I know what I want to do and who I want to be when I'm 25. I know where I want to live (and maybe live with haha). I know what kind of business I want to put up. I even know what kind of wedding souvenirs I want to give away. Haha. I just hate being caught off-guard so I try to plan things early. It's the execution that's my problem. And things that happen in the immediate future.:P 
  • I take a lot more pictures and write a lot more stuff. Basically, I try to record as much of my day as I can in tangible, concrete forms. You never know when you're going to get senile.

There are a lot more of me that's changed. And while I can't write everything down, I know everything is important. And it's for the best. :)

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