Friday, October 17, 2008

Swamped?

A. Swamped with what?

  1. Work
  2. Board exam reviewing
  3. Thoughts
  4. Trying to manage 1-3 in a noisy house full of children
  5. Doing default responsibilities like cleaning up after eating, crossing the street carefully

B. What to do?

  1. Work
    1. Make lists
    2. Prioritize
    3. Make new list
    4. Re-prioritize
    5. Actually do work according to a-d
    6. Consult with people
    7. Have breaks to chug numbing coffee, or the prescribed dose of water
    8. Speed-find things in a lot of folders
  2. Board exam reviewing
    1. Make lists
    2. Prioritize
    3. Read
    4. Solve
    5. Rest
    6. Nap
    7. Sleep
    8. Coma
    9. Wake up Nov 4 and proceed to testing venue
  3. Thoughts
    1. Un-think
    2. Re-think
    3. Think of ways to permanently un-think thoughts
    4. Un-think ways
    5. Re-think ways
    6. Sleep
  4. Trying to manage 1-3 in a noisy house full of children
    1. Let them do what they want if it silences them
    2. When noise levels escalate, bare teeth
    3. When it gets out of control, lecture
    4. If there is no time/energy for a-c, just make them sleep early
  5. Doing default responsibilities like cleaning up after eating, crossing the street carefully
    1. Think safety: you wanna live, don’t you?
    2. If not doing it will result in scolding/lecture, do it.
    3. Make mental lists
    4. Prioritize

C. How to prioritize: Consider resources

  1. Time
  2. Money
  3. Energy
  4. Kindness
  5. Politeness

D. Follow this order of reducing swamping stuff:

  1. Eliminate: if you can help it being not done, then don’t do it
  2. Substitute: free market, hello?
  3. Modify: if getting from A to B is difficult/time consuming, there’s a good chance you can do it another way
  4. Delegate: Be a “team player”
  5. Chop: step by step, ooh baby
  6. Beg: less is more

E. Conclusion

I’m too swamped to make one.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

The Four Kinds of Esteem-getting

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs:

esteem needs are the second-to-the-highest level of need. People, in order to satisfy this need, do different things. I present, the Four Kinds of Esteem-getting.

1. Esteem from Others
This is the best kind of esteem since you gain it when other people give it. I'm not saying that you don't have self-esteem, but the esteem from others just makes it sweeter. People trust, love, adore, exalt (in this order of progression) you because you are worthy.

2. Esteem from Self
This is self-esteem. Examples of this are daily self-affirmations in front an overly-decorated mirror, or full-length mirror inside walk-in closet. You feel that you are doing well and deserve some esteem, so you start by telling yourself that. If it feels right to other people then you'll get the first kind.

3. Esteem through Others
We are now in the other side of the coin. This when you gain esteem as you step on others in discreet amounts. You treat people like dirt, or make them feel unimportant. You are known as someone who likes to say negative things to people at their faces (aka okray). After this you feel that you are someone a notch higher than them. Warning: this is fake esteem. Also, Freud has earlier identified that transferring negative traits to others is a defense mechanism.

4. Esteem-getting Strategically
This will go two ways. Either you plan to do things that will eventually lead to Esteem from others, or systematically say negative things to other people. This is waaaaay bad. You have arrived at some low point in your life. However, there is a chance to pick up the pieces and go to the bright side. But, you know you have to build burned bridges and the like. Anyway, if you do the first way, you will just think of impressing others and not live the life you're supposed to have.

And that's it. If you think you've heard something like this, then you probably did. But, I just made this up. But, I somewhat ripped off the terminologies from somewhere. Sorry, but I'm not really stealing anything, I hope.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

ambot sa emo

Hindi talaga to emo post. Gusto ko lang mang-asar ng mga emo-posters (Sharra, except ikaw).

Yay, and now for the Mayon/Malinao pictures...(Sorry, panget, pramis.)

This is Mayon behind random soil mound and heavy equipment.

This is Mayon naman na nakatagilid with a pole na nakaharang. So kainis right?

This is Mayon behind all the clouds in the Philippines. Grabe, pare, it's so effing maulap.

This is not Mayon. This is Malinao. O, ngayon niyo lang nalaman na may ganung bundok no? Actually bulkan daw siya dati, in the geologic past. Sa base camp pala ito sa Tiwi.

Ok yun lang. Balik emo na ulit tayo.

Monday, September 08, 2008

top of the world

Well actually just the eastern part of the Philippines.

'Tis the day of my first plane ride. Meaning also my first airport experience (where do I pay the terminal fee? And I need seat in row 17, 18 or 19. What now? Row 11? *grumble*).

Highlights:
1. The stewardess who checked the boarding pass things was a Jaboom twin.
2. I was like 8 rows away from Dale and Jasser, but only a row away from the nearest co-worker
3. The onboarding vids were weird. And it bothered me. But I have to be able to save my life when something happens.
4. I did not really know what to expect so it was fun. And a bit scary and painful in the ears.
5. I was up and staring out the window the whole time. I did not even eat the munchies they give out. I chugged in my water nervously.

And now I can honestly say that I have survived my first plane ride. Now I brace myself for the second, this Wednesday.

It's also my first time to go to Albay/Legaspi/Tiwi and so far it has been pleasurable. Mayon is , and (not) surprisingly very large.

I missed the cheering competition this year (no tickets, no TV) but at least I got to go someplace. By plane!

*will post Mayon pictures if there are decent ones* (I know this is mababaw but.)

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

A not-so-very special love

(Ayoko sa "Review" post eh.)

WARNING: Spoilers galore.

“A Very Special Love” was not as special as the John Lloyd and Sarah love team baby fans club expected. Yes, it had a new story (albeit the similarity to Ugly Betty), but the formula Pinoy love story scenes remained. There was this particular scene where Sarah’s character was sleeping and John Lloyd’s character tried to kiss her. Like we’ve never seen that before. What’s good about the story is that the family is not trying to meddle in the love lives of the main protagonists. Unlike many, many films we had in the past decades, there is always that rich-poor or feuding family aspect which keeps the lovers apart. This time, the conflict rests on the protagonists’ characters. However, there is a lopsided distribution of conflict between the main protagonists. John Lloyd’s character had his personal struggle of being the second family of his father, and gaining acceptance from the first family, while Sarah’s character had a teeny-weeny struggle of regulating her love for John Lloyd’s character. And I must say Sarah’s character was written around her, such that minimal acting would be required.

It seems that there were a lot of extra characters in this movie. Some got like 10 seconds of screen time. More than screen time, it directly points to the unimportance of some characters. This can be attributed to the writer’s style (or mistake). What is a Pinoy love story without the clichés? The rich Montenegro family (of JL’s character) always spoke in English. They are, after all, business people. There was also that requisite gay character, which I may say, is an extra character. And they did not avoid having the Greenwich endorsement by John Lloyd. (But nothing beats Feng Shui.) And of course, the trademark family lessons.

Some notable cast members:

  • Matet – first appearance for a long time?
  • Gio Alvarez – same as Matet
  • Irma Adlawan – Hey, you got a studio film project! Too bad your acting in this project is minimum
  • Agot Isidro (?) – Haha, sa picture lang.

Ideas that will sell: Coffee-cup post-its and Sundance.

Over-all rating: 7/10.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

acronyms and matrices

It's what I always have when I do something new. A crazy mix of excitement and apprehension. My years in grade school and high school did not prepare me for employment. At least, I didn't think of being in the workforce during those times. Probably the reason why I blindly chose my course out of the hundred others in the UPCAT form.

In a few days or so, my mentor would be asking me what I want to be after two years. That would be a very difficult question for me since I have not really thought of that yet. Or do I have any idea of what to think about. Don't get me wrong. I am beyond ecstatic that I am in this company and that I had the opportunity to work with such great people. I just have this problem of getting my mind to think of the future.

Like perhaps a lot of you, my birthday has been a checkpoint for me. But I always look back. I do not look so much forward. I do not plan in that scale. I can say that my nth year was a good year because this and this happened. But never claiming that this nth year will be a very good year because I would cause this and this to happen.

That is why I would have a difficulty in the first part of the program. I need to align myself with the company and have a vision. Difficult but achievable.

Goal: be goal-oriented.

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Anyway, review sucks. Like vacuum cleaner on butt cheek suck. Plus, it's very cold. I swear that I contracted and expanded due to the temp changes.

acronyms and matrices

It's what I always have when I do something new. A crazy mix of excitement and apprehension. My years in grade school and high school did not prepare me for employment. At least, I didn't think of being in the workforce during those times. Probably the reason why I blindly chose my course out of the hundred others in the UPCAT form.

In a few days or so, my mentor would be asking me what I want to be after two years. That would be a very difficult question for me since I have not really thought of that yet. Or do I have any idea of what to think about. Don't get me wrong. I am beyond ecstatic that I am in this company and that I had the opportunity to work with such great people. I just have this problem of getting my mind to think of the future.

Like perhaps a lot of you, my birthday has been a checkpoint for me. But I always look back. I do not look so much forward. I do not plan in that scale. I can say that my nth year was a good year because this and this happened. But never claiming that this nth year will be a very good year because I would cause this and this to happen.

That is why I would have a difficulty in the first part of the program. I need to align myself with the company and have a vision. Difficult but achievable.

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

No Guts, No Glory (surprise!)

And apparently, no brains either. I knew I had copied that post for reposting (read from Pat, copied from Dale), but when I pressed ctrl+V, nothing came out. Anyway, since I am using dial-up and it will take another era for me to get to a blog with that post and back here again, I'm saving the reposting for later.

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For 4.6 billion years, the friendship one offers to another has not been quantified so clearly. Until now. Presenting, the Friendship Badges! There are actually two types of badges: the Good Friend Badge and the Bad Friend Badge. Good Friend Badges are earned by, uhm , being a good friend. And the Bad Friend Badge are earned by being a bad friend. I'm sure we all got that clear.

To give a badge, one must possess clarity of mind and creativity to string words together to make a badge title. Then it is done. Easy, huh? It is not important to keep track of badges earned or given, because in the long run, good badges earn benefits and bad badges reap, um, bad things.

So start the badge-giving right now and achieve a sense of contentment in your lives! Remember, Good Friend Badge, good friend. Bad Friend Badge, bad friend.

Note: To avoid confusion on definition of good and bad, one must have comprehensive convention among friends which will set the bounds of good and bad. For future reference, 'naughty' may not necessarily mean bad.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

school supplies

I spent a good deal of my life (so far) as a student, and if I gather all the school supplies that I've used through the years, well, I can't even imagine how big that mound would be. I would like to mention them all, or perhaps, a good deal of them, which would demonstrate my writing style, but I don't feel like it. However, I have some thoughts about these school supplies.

1. The liquid eraser. Aka liquid eradicator, white-out, correction fluid. I seldom use this. I often just make a messy clump of lines to hide my errors. Fortunately, in college lab classes, these are prohibited. Corrections in data gathered must be made with drawing a line over the data one wishes to replace with another. The reason why I did not use this item is that I did not actually own one. I did not think of ever needing it. Also, I am impatient and would write on the still wet surface, making a mess. The lack of training on using the liquid also disabled me to make a neat painting when its use is badly needed. Anyways, I always wondered why they won't make other colors of this liquid. How about yellow for yellow pads, post its and Manila paper? Or blue, green or orange for rainbow pads? Brown for envelopes? It's like we don't make mistakes when writing on the mentioned media. Winning idea? Maybe.

2. The pencil. Truth be told. I never trusted the pencil which uses bullet-like things made of plastic that hold the lead. And you pull out the spent "bullet" from the tip and push it in the rear to push the new "bullet" to the tip. And I never saw the need for a mechanical pencil until ES 1 days (but still, I didn't use one). It was always the wooden varieties. The numbered ones. And I never, ever knew what those numbers meant. Something hard or soft, but I didn't know which is which. All I know is H is lighter and HB is darker. The other letters puzzle me.

3. The ballpen. Ask my high school classmates which person always did not have a ballpen. Obviously, that's me. Ballpens are hard to keep. But amazingly, I kept most ballpens in college. Maybe a bit of strategizing helped. I see to it that I have back-ups, especially when a pen is expected to screw up. Those cheap one-use kinds. These pen companies totally ripped me off.

4. Pencil case. I did not have those cases with buttons and levers and amazing stuff. I had the old person case that has a zipper and just holds all the pens and pencils and stuff that can fit in it. I envied my classmates (this was in grade school) because they have such pencil cases that do other stuff as well. However, at this point, I am now wiser and less shallow, I think that these fancy pencil cases are actually detrimental to learning. Children can be distracted by these 'toys'. I may sound like an old, bitter bat, but when you come to think of it, these cases are another way that companies use to rip us off. A basic box-shaped case with a good design will suffice. No need for a mini-chemical plant inside your pencil case.

5. Pad paper. I am glad that my parents saw the need of ruled pad paper in my pursuit of academic excellence (snort). Late in high school, I only bought a pad of intermediate pad and chopped it down as the need arises. Different teachers have different tastes, you see. Some require a whole sheet for homeworks, half crosswise for a short essay, half lengthwise for a comprehensive quiz, one-fourth for short quizzes. Some still want one-eighth crosswise* for really short quizzes (mention: Ginang Guevarra in Filipino) and one-eight lengthwise* for those multiple choice questions or those that required one to three-digit answers (mention: Sir Obsequio in Trigo and his 20-second quizzes). Fortunately, they do not require more obscure fractions such as 5/17th of a sheet.
*One-eighth sheet is made by getting half of the one-fourth size. The one-fourth size is made by taking half crosswise/lengthwise of a half lengthwise/crosswise. But of course you already know that.

6. Crayons. My parents (mainly Mama, Papa does not like to meddle with shopping, in any kind, except hardware items) were sane enough to buy me a maximum of 24 crayons. Imagine, if I was like that kid in our class that had a bazillion crayons, then art class would have to be as long as five periods. Let's say I wanted to color a car and I wanted it to be yellow. If I had my 8-crayon box then I'd pick up yellow and do it in a couple of minutes. If I have the 16-box, then I'd choose between yellow or yellow orange. But a bazillion colors? I'd have yellow, yellow orange, marigold, etc. See, I don't have much knowledge on the actual names of colors that are yellowish since I did not have crayons of their color. Anyway, with a variety of colors, I would take long on deciding which color to use. But then, it would widen my horizons, color-wise. Now, as an engineer, I am contented with the 24-box.

I know that this is all random but I live in a house with five kids going to school. And between the five of them, there is a large amount of varied school supplies. I just felt nostalgic and thought about my schooling years.

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Oh no they didn't! I went to the NBI office in Muntinlupa today to claim my clearance which I filed last Wednesday, but alas! They told me that I should call tomorrow to check on my clearance. I was a 'hit' meaning there is another person in these 7107, more or less, islands that has the same name as mine. They stamped my receipt with June 24, meaning I can claim mine today. But no. Apparently they 'forgot' that today is Manila Day and the Carriedo office is closed. I woke up early for this since the NBI person told be to come around 8 am today. Crap.

I also filed for my SSS number today. It turned out to be quite fast, which worried me. I could have missed a step.

Turns out, due to the presence of some ear blockage, I will not be able to start working on July 1. I shall be cleared for my audiometry on Friday, and the final medical clearance will come at a later time. I have almost all of my papers ready (except for the NBI clearance and my parents' Marriage Contract), but the medicals are more important. 'Tis all very sad for me since I won't be able to have the orientations and whatever newbie activities with my 'batchmates'. I blame late approval of job offer, and ear blockage.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Rain

If I blogged about how Sunday went, it would contain a single word: RAIN. I slept through most part of the day, making up for the week's tiresome activities (meaning I had to wake up early on consecutive days). I finally understood why people wanted to stay in bed when it rains. It's nice. And the rain makes Mama cook a lot of soup. We had Molo yesterday and Sopas today.

The TV is filled with news about the typhoon. And another ship sank. When will these people learn? Common knowledge: if the sea isn't calm, just stay on shore.

I went to hear mass today and the priest was saying something about being a Christian? He said that it is dfficult to be a Christian if people abuse you. True. You are donating to some foundation that turns out to be the largest shabu factory in the country. Or that you are giving a beggar some change which he/she will use to buy rugby. Then he/she will run amok and stab somebody, perhaps even you. Anyway, the priest focused on the ZTE scandal and how the government turned the people's eyes away from it. The rice crisis, the power crisis, the fuel crisis. All these just to get a billion pesos. If you compute how much it takes to live comfortably, a billion pesos is an indecently large amount to spend. A lot of people suffer just to make a couple of people ridiculously rich. And to think that other people abuse these crises just to get more comfortable than others. I heard that some people sell the rice cards which were supposed to be free for the poorest of the poor. It enables them to buy cheap rice from the government. And now, these wicked people sell them.

It's easy to judge other people hurting (in varied ways) other people. But we realize that we are part of the system. We unconsciously participate in making the poor poorer or the comfortable guilty even if they did not have to be. We can point our fingers to the President, the Senate, the police or our city mayors, but sometimes, a lot of these things are only partially their fault. Yeah, they can be greedy but the system enables them to be.

There is a feeling of being trapped. We can't be good because there will be people who will abuse us. That is why, perhaps, change needs to come as a common thing. Change the system and all. And then perhaps the rain will stop. And we can wake up from our long slumber.