This week, Julia and I already started our OJT at a pharmaceutical company based in GBC. It's been only one week but the whole experience is already an eye-opener for us. Oo eye-opener talaga. Pano? Well we learned that people who work in the office, especially the cubicle next to ours, are the most hilarious people ever. Kahit hindi intentional yung mga sinasabi nila, tawang-tawa kami sa mga punchline nila. Ang mahirap pa, since office setting, you really have to be sneaky and quiet when it comes to laughing. Ang hirap pala pucha. Sumasakit yung tiyan ko, sabay naluluha pa ko. Tarantado kase yung mga nasa kabilang cubicle eh, kung anu-ano pinagsasasabi. Here are some of the things we've heard throughout the week:
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"Ate, pwede pasubo sayo?"
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"Kaw na maghugot."
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"Pasaksak nga."
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"Ang dumi mo."
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"Uhhh guys I would like to intro-juice..."
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"Hindi ako kumakain eh.... ng healthy."
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"Yan yung pantry. Maliit lang kaya nga pan-three."
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"Ito yung pinaka-importanteng tao sa opisina... para sakin."
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"Ganyanin mo ng kamay mo. Yan oh yan oh."
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M: "Kambal sa uma."
F: "Ano, kambal sa suman?"
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"Tehnchu."
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F1: "Ayan saraaap. Ow. Ayan dalawa pa, sige pa."
F2: "Matigas eh."
F1: "Matigas talaga yan."
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"Tigasan mo pa. Suntukin mo, yung parang nakikipag-away ka kay _______."
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F1:"San ka ba galing?"
F2:"Nanlalaki."
F1:"Kala ko ba may asawa ka na, puta ka nanlalaki ka pa."
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"Sampolan mo naman ako ng pole dancing."
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"Come here, come here. I have something first for you."
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"Para di na siya mangapa. Hawakan mo dito."
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"Nagulat ka ba? Masyado bang malaki?"
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M:"What's your favorite fruit?"
F:"Suman. Skinless suman."
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"You're a fire hazard you know that?"
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F1:"Gusto mo ng itlog?"
F2:"Anong klaseng itlog ba yan?"
F1:"Itlog ni Mang Jun."
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"Isa siya sa one of the...islands."
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F:"Ito ba yung itlog na may cocomber. (cucumber)"
M:"Ano? Anong sabi mo, cocomber? Nagsusuklay?"
F:"Ang sabi ko CO-COMB-ER!"
M:"Oonga nagsusuklay yan."
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"So lagi kang nagpapakasta?"
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M: "Si _____ di raw pumasok ngayon kase bubuo raw siya ng bata."
F: "Sabihin mo kahit di na siya pumasok ng isang buwan basta makabuo siya!"
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"Where is my stapler? Have you sent?"
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"Did you mind if I?"
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Thursday
Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
I got this from thunderpopcola, one of the blogs I follow on Tumblr. Her entry really caught my attention for some reason. Maybe because it's appropriate to where I am in my life right now, wherein I am at a phase of self-discovery, which constantly yearns for reassurances and more guidance. So if you think or feel that you are also in that phase or you're just in need of a good read, you should check this out. It'll inspire you. Peksman.
Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.
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What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself.Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
Saturday
I'm Sick *cough cough*
I hate being indoors, and this comes from someone who enjoys the confines of his room rather than going to clubs. Yes, I'm a homebody, but after being sick all week, it's not really fun spending the whole week in your room, wrapped up in blankets and pillows, and coughing loudly (with the occassional vomiting and well the opposite of vomiting...if you catch my drift... sorry TMI). It's absolute hell I tell ya. And with the limited things that you can do when you're sick, it's even more depressing. I've tried... (*instert imaginary montage of me doing random things*) reading books, tried studying for Economics (for next sem, nuks), watching tv (no good shows at all), downloading series/movies, listening to my iPod, and taking pictures of random things. Isn't being sick depressing or what?
Why can't my life be like that episode of Adventures of Pete & Pete, wherein Little Pete pretended to be sick and had all kinds of fun. Oh wait, he pretended. Damn. Still, it'd be fun going somewhere rather than staying in your own room, wallowing in regret and bacteria. Next time I'm going to be sick, I'm channeling my inner Ferris Bueller and just go out and spread the bacteria love with everyone.
Why can't my life be like that episode of Adventures of Pete & Pete, wherein Little Pete pretended to be sick and had all kinds of fun. Oh wait, he pretended. Damn. Still, it'd be fun going somewhere rather than staying in your own room, wallowing in regret and bacteria. Next time I'm going to be sick, I'm channeling my inner Ferris Bueller and just go out and spread the bacteria love with everyone.
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| Finished reading Son of Neptune. Awesome. Bitin nga lang. |
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| My domain for this week. Yeap, I'm a slob. |
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| Love the lighting, but the heat? Fucking init pare. |
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| Told ya, I was taking pictures of random things. |
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| I Will Possess Your Heart. |
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| Ganito ka-init sa kwarto ko. I seriously used that umbrella. |
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