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inspirations. transformations. life experiences.

On a Tuesday Afternoon — October 10, 2012

On a Tuesday Afternoon

Two drafts for today

Three for yesterday.

What the hell is happening to me?

I was trying to write since yesterday, I tried writing few lines as my intro then my thoughts shifts. Then I started another one but my thoughts were just fleeting that I ended up saving all this articles in my drafts.

What is happening with me? Why can’t I write?

Why can’t I compose all this thoughts in my mind?

I have so many ideas, yes… but because it was too many I can’t simply focus on one. Thoughts just mixed up in my brain and end up in turmoil.

This is the reason why I missed a post yesterday. So what now? If I’ll get stuck with these thoughts in my mind I never get writing again.

So I’ll just write here freely, no specific topics, just purely rants. Continue reading

My first working experience should be: — October 25, 2011

My first working experience should be:

Have you ever ask yourself like how do you want to see yourself on your very first job experience?

Some people might have ask this question to themselves and perhaps other’s might have grab the chances of just landing a job, not thinking whether they will be happy performing their task or will they end up sour-graping and filled with regrets. For them, (those people mentioned in the latter) they have to have a job and earn, a point which I totally understand.

I am lucky enough that I have ample of time to reflect and ask myself regarding about this. It helps me to create a clear vision and milestone of where will I go with the field that I chosen. Our (majority of us) first working experience I guess must be something memorable, just like our first baptism, first communion, 7th birthday, debut and wedding day (diff. Is we cant do picture taking during our 1st job, lol). Going back, it must be something that we will cherish and remember even if we age like our great grandparents. Our first job experience must be a period of our life that we will be proud of to share with other people bearing a great confidence and positive words whether its a low or high profile job.

Last night, I was pondering on this thought, as I was lying on my bed, I asked myself, “how would you like your 1st working experience to be, dear?”.

*she reflects*

I end up taking my pen and my tiny-mini notebook and I wrote answers to my question.

I end up doing this list:

1. My first working exp. Should be something that I’LL ENJOY DOING. I couldn’t imagine myself landing a job without my interest. I also could not imagine myself with brows meeting each other, pouting lips and a frowning face. Neither do I want to hear myself complaining about each and everyday at work, forcing myself to do the job and working with a heavy heart. My 1st working exp. Should be something of my interest, something that will inspire me and will bring out the best in me. A job which will satisfy and fulfill my own contentment. Believe me or not, it does not matter if Ill get paid with a lower or higher rate, but more importantly is that I enjoy what I do and I end up having a great and satisfying experience.

2. My 1st working experience should be a kind of job, in a company possessing a good working environment. Ofcourse, who would like to work with people who cant get along with each other right? Though we cant deny the fact that in a certain office we cant avoid disputes or misunderstandings, so I really prayed that I end up being surrounded by great people who will not be having an attitude called crab mentality. I also look forward of having a kind and humble superior. Inshort, I want to work in a team who will bring out the best of each other.

3. Last but not the least, my 1st working experience, related to no. 1, something that I enjoy, must be inline with the following fields:

customer service, reseacher, editor, article writer, lecturer, trainer, event organizer.

Some people told me I should aim high, dream big, apply my course, what for? If self fullfillment is not achieve? I know that we work for living, but is living based on how much money we’ll earn? As a good friend of mine once told me, If working is for living, Why kill yourself working….

with a job you cant stand of?

If I end up being a programmer, IT analyst or network administrator, would I be happy enough to see myself stressed, bearing all the wrinkles and age lines and a consumed mind. In exchange of what? High paycheck? That is definitely lame.

I close this entry with a simple thought,

You will never grow old with a job that you love doing.

Taking into Profession (tribute to all nurses) —

Taking into Profession (tribute to all nurses)

I’m quiet a bit sad yesterday that I have not updated my blog. There was this sudden event that kept me from not doing it. No, it’s not an excuse but it is a valid reason I guess. We took my 84 year old grandmom at the hospital because she was complaining badly with her aching back. Supposedly, I was not the one who should accompany her (sis, should) but due to some reason she didn’t made it so I have no choice.

I hate being in a hospital surrounding. I just can’ t stand the place. Infact, I have never been hospitalized. I guess, more than hating, the perfect word would be fear. I had been at the hospitals before and most of my observance and experiences were quite tragic. Seeing blood, hearing cries of pain, watching somebody on their deathbeds are some of the things I just dont want to see and feel at the hospital.

As I was sitting on the chairs in the lobby the trauma that I have before kept coming back to me. What if an ambulance came again having an emergency case? What if I saw something like I have seen before? A dying man, blooded head, open cuts, fractured bones. Trying to divert my imaginative mind, I focused myself with the nurses at the area. I am really amazed with them. I have these deep admiration in their benovelent profession and I sincerely respect and salute the nurses even beyond their uniforms. Without them, can the doctors handle and take care all the patients? Giving my own definition of the word nurse, taking the word as it is, is synonymous to care, to nurture, to aid,to give assistance and those are their primary tasks.

Moreover, I am paying more tribute to the nurses, Filipino nurses to be specific, who work overseas. They are the pride of our country and the new heroes in our genre. Their heroic acts of saving and giving care to other races is a benovelent deed. Therefore it is just right to pay respect and tribute to them. During in times of need, emergency and uncontrollable situation concerning health matters, the nurses are the first one whom we call.

I wonder why I didnt took nursing as my career, knowing the fact that the profession runs in our bloodline. 🙂 I guess I would not make it as a good nurse. I might collapse first before my patient (lol). I am content though that I have a mom, aunties, cousins and friends who are considered as heroes as they perform their duties of being a nurse.

Raise your glass for all the nurses!

*by the way, granny is fine. She was diagnosed with the symptoms of osteoporosis. I am somehow glad that i accompanied her, as i have written this post*

A day of reflection. — October 23, 2011

A day of reflection.

Today is a reflection day for me.

It has been 3 days since the semestral break begun. Actually, this is ain’t no longer the ordinary semestral break that I used to have, it’s goodbye Cdd since this month marks the end of my college life. I no longer have to attend regular school classes, pass my projects and assignments and worry about quizzes and exams. I just have to wait for March 2012 to attend the graduation ceremony. It is the moment that I have been waiting for.

Two months ago, I was so excited with the thought of finishing a degree course. I am so enthusiastic about applying a job, working and earning for a living. Today, I realize that it is somehow not that easy especially that I am living in a rural place wherein job offerings are limited and mostly not relating to my field. I admit my heart, my mindset is swirling with fear upon stepping into the real world. I am afraid of the word rejection and I am worried whether I am ready with the term responsibility.

I know myself of what I am capable of doing, what I am good at and in where I am at my best. I also do know my weaknesses. In this competitive world, I knew that I should not embrace my weakness, my fears, my doubts. My antidote to surviving, is to accept all the opportunities that is about to happen. Seize and grab any chances. I have to have a job on the 2nd week of November or before December starts.

Sometimes I am really weird, I have complex thinking which usually lead me to self cofusion. It has just been 3 days from retiring to college, yet here I am pressuring myself to find job, to work. I am really convincing myself that I should take a break, to relax for quite sometime, afterall 3 and half years of burning eyebrows at college is not just a joke. I think during this idle days that is what I meant to do. Give time for myself, save all my energies for what will come in the future.

What I enjoy during times like this is that I am able to give time for myself, my family and at home. I enjoyed waking up in the morning without thinking of time bounds. I enjoyed sipping a cup of coffee, having my breakfast without rushing. Im able to do the dishes, clean up the house and cook. I have ample of time taking care of myself, spending time with my family and friends, reading books and updating my blog on a regular basis.

Everything blooms in its own time. Everything has its purpose. My life right now is just normal. I think I dont need to hurry and worry.