i admire this lady before. she had exhibited wonderful qualities which are depicted only in movies. waiting patiently in line. not using her status (being a president’s daughter) to receive better service or attention. really behaved like a commoner.
when zte scandal broke out, she called de venecia a drug user and questioned if drugs had gotten into his mind.
the scandal dragged for quite a while.
new witnesses came out.
she became silent.
i do wonder what she has to say now!
this is one of the best audio books i had ever heard. i don’t belong to joel osteen’s congregation. but the piece of mind he had shared in this book are worth listening to by everyone.
the goal may not be new – keep hope alive! still, he is able to deliver each idea in a wonderful touching way.
we do that all the time. decisions involve good and real reasons. the good is for everyone to hear. the phrase “in good faith” comes out of it. the real is what our inner selves hear.
why did i left bulan in the 1st place? i did forget why. manila had blurred my recollection. my struggles in the city hid the bitter reason for my flight. now that i am back they are slowly resurfacing again.
the good reason why i left was because i was looking for a bigger and better opportunities. manila could provide that.
the real reason was i don’t wanna be eaten up by the system.
government teaching posts are held by persons in power. it does not matter how academically an applicant excels. the important thing is “who do you know?”. that was the condition of the times when i decided to leave.
4 years of absence. was there a change?
the other day, i chanced to talk with a school administrator and she posed the very same old question. “why those who she thinks are deserving get knocked off by those whose abilities are questionable?”
your guess is as good as mine.
i have this feeling that gma is cooking up something with all that is happening. she desires that violence will escalate in all parts of the country so she can be justified to declare a state of emergency or martial law – and she can stay in power beyond 2010.
everything is logical.
first, attack the nation’s capital (metro manila) source of electricity – meralco. tell you what? when you control this commodity, everything else will come easy. the press will be easy to restrain. just cut the power off. news block-out will be instantly available.
second, conspire with the armed-leftist groups. let them (milf) play the role of aggressor. milf and gma are in business. the moa is nothing but a front. it does not matter who gets killed. there has to be sacrifices in order for their venture to prosper. there is only one goal – GMA wants to be IN POWER beyond 2010.
this is the place where i lived the longest. but, i guess, that is the kind we expect from everyone. people settling down in their places of birth.
in my younger years, i never thought of going somewhere else. but somehow life leads us to many different places. when i set my foot out of this place, i dreaded the thought of coming back. but after years of aimless wandering, here i am again. barging into my brother’s life. uninvited.
i don’t know what awaits me here (many things i am presently unsure of). but this is the only place i can think about starting all over again. there could be more reasons why i came back. closures. or maybe i did not have had enough time bereaving my mother’s loss. or it only proves the saying that there is no place like home.
when i was young, i often hear family friends tell my mother i would be her ticket out of poverty. and during the times when i displayed disobedience and stubbornness, she would castigate me with sarcasm in her words about this neighbors-induced prediction.
when she passed away i felt a portion of me had also died out. i started to deal with the question “what is the purpose of living?” were the neighbors wrong in their conjectures? or was it not just meant to be?
religion taught me about the life hereafter. coupled with answers to the question “why we are here?”.
the coveys’ books are replete of help on finding a life full of meaning. i even made a personal mission statement according to their suggested guides.
three different sources. but it seems i am still losing it. all statements changes into mere words. i am losing grasp of what they all stand for.
the world now revolves in everything instant. i worked in manila for 3 consecutive years. no other place in the country where it could be described as fast-paced. topography changes every 6 months.
and while there i was completely lost in the crowd.
i did not make it big. or in other’s words, i failed.
now, i am starting again.
and my quittance taught me this idea – we don’t search for life’s meaning. we put meaning to our lives.
i will start with my exit interview. i was too careful on what to say. because business articles are full of these warnings saying they bounce back. and i do worry of the repercussions. especially telling bad things about people which is often coated as hints for improvement. “i should have a graceful exit”, or so i thought. but had i spilt too much?
during the interview, i had this feeling that my interviewer has the intention of purging me to say anything negative on almost everything – the company, my supervisor, my job and reason for leaving. i wonder if this is the real agenda behind exit interviews.
as always, i was slow to answer. i do feel terrible criticizing especially of people.
she had asked me why i rated culture 5 in a grade ranging from 1 to 10. this is one of which i had a very hard time responding. and sufficed her to accept my silence as an answer.
but what was it really like working in dcpi?
it could be that some of my perceptions here are very personal. or maybe exclusively just my own point of view.
if i am to work first shift, i had to be in the office before 6 in the morning. if i am of the afternoon shift, then i had to be there before 2 in the afternoon. but there were recent changes which they call “compressed work schedule”. it is a 5-day work week comprised of 9 hours and 36 minutes office hours including a 50 minutes break-time daily. the previous schedule was 8 hours for 6 days a week with a 45-minute break.
now, let me tell you about the ambience or the “culture” at work. it’s like living in a cut-throat island. employees are always on the look-out for who’s who. power struggle is a big issue. this fosters a mood for guarding one’s own interest. but it is unclear who the real enemy is? everyone’s smooching and at the same time stabbing one another. dissatisfaction abounds.
but it isn’t the reason why i left the company. it is lack of interest. or it’s just ain’t my cup of tea. honestly, i don’t know who’s running who. i have no idea what’s the real name of my immediate superior up to the big bosses of the company. i just know them by their nicknames. not because of endearment but because nobody cares.
i am the kind who don’t complain a lot. when it comes to some things i apply this kind of thinking – make do or shut up.
the company has great ideas. like the monthly chat. it has the intention of knowing the concerns of the employees as individuals and as teammates. but for unknown reasons, it seems not working at all. i think trust is the big factor. when you don’t trust the one you are talking to, it’s hard to open up.
one of the concerns i raised on my exit interview was the frequent transfer of project assignments. i think it is logical to think that this changes do affect the quality of work an encoder does. each projects has its set of different instructions. a transfer every now and then leads to confusion and errors. if quality is the company’s expertise then this practice has to go. and this is a big challenge when many of the recent projects are of a very short duration.
challenged would be a wonderful word to describe someone’s work. threatened is hard to live by. but the former is what i wish for dcpi.
indeed, i am grateful i was given the opportunity to work in the company. encoding is a different thing. it was a new knowledge for me.
and add to that the friends i made along the way.
this is my sister working.
and this is their house.
i want the president to know what it is like being poor. really!
because she proudly mentioned in her sona that she “spent time every day with the underprivileged and under represented who cannot get a grip on their lives in the daily, all-consuming struggle to make ends meet.” i want to ask her who are these people she is talking about? do i have a different version of underprivileged and under represented?
i’ve seen what it’s like when the president “spends time with the underprivileged and under represented”. first, their would be her advance party. the place has to be set up as something that will be presentable for a very important person – the president. their would be a lot of cleaning. the sweeping of the streets, removal of undesirable sights and it wouldn’t be too much if people are advised to please take a bath.
it doesn’t differ much when i was still in school. when supervisors coming from the district or regional offices desires to visit a certain school. teacher and students alike are in a hysterical frenzy trying to make the school grounds clean and their school rooms tidy and the students neat. “the visitation of the gods” as what one author perfectly wrote about it.
i think, mrs. president, there lies the reason why we seem to disagree on our description of the underprivileged and under represented.
my sister works as a shoe maker. her is an example of what she does.
the crying part is – she is being paid 5 pesos a piece for the finished products. she was able to finish 100 pairs in 2 weeks. do the math.
will she be able to feed her family with that amount? she only has one kid. in 4th grade. but look at her house, it seems just one strong wind and everything will be blown away.
is it what “strongest economic growth in a generation” means? or “low inflation” perhaps?
i hope the president will not dwell so much on statistics.
because if we have enough food in every table, then why the long lines in nfa warehouses?
everyday i witness these people. they have to get up early to get in the queue ahead of anyone. even children miss school because of it. and to make profit, they sell these rice to passersby who have no time to get in line. or children offer their service to buy the rice for a fee.
this is poverty, mrs. president. these are the real poor.
when she was on tv reciting her lauded accomplishments, these people while watching on their houses were commenting on how they view the situation very differently.
i read her sona again. and indeed i was impress with all the statistics.
in general, i can see that as president she is doing something.
but a lot of many things shed doubts on her honesty. i hope she’ll concentrate on that more.
i am too careful in writing about my friends. one reason is to protect their privacy. but i just can’t help myself from telling how i am missing these guys.
previous to my resignation, they were my team mates.
the name of our group was coined from a news report on tv about a certain gorilla-looking animal which attacked a village somewhere in visayas. if i am correct, it is the visayan term for that animal.
definitely, it does not appropriately describe us. the opposite, in fact. (yabang)
but much for the intro. here are the guys who composed the amomongo clan.
charisse – she’s my very first seatmate at work. i heard, she requested it to happen that way. 
with all the different projects which came along our way, we got separated. and reunited before i left the company. she also became my housemate for 8 days. and it was a terrible thing. not that she is a bad companion. but because of many different things. i can’t fully share an account of it here. again, privacy. all that i want to say is that our friendship had gone a long way.
romeo – he is my team mate in my first project, too. just like charisse. we were together in i guess two more projects. and we shared the same fate with the search project dilemma. and this is what grouped us together (adding aileen in the equation). he is the youngest in the group but the only one who is married.
aileen – i came to meet her when i was transferred in search project. though most of my housemates were her mates in previous projects. and they very well know her love story. she’s one of the kindest lady that i know. if luck favor her (which we hope, will), she’ll be going places soon.
weng – she is the latest addition to the group. because she was transferred to mmp building just recently. charisse’s bestfriend. so, we don’t have a choice but to add her up to the group. a fine lady. great to be with.
mga sabit: 
rapunzel – she’s romeo wife. ang totoong batas!
jason – aileen’s boyfriend.
these two belong to projects different from ours. but of course, they are an indispensable part of our group.
i want to thank these guys for ever making my last days of stay at work more meaningful and happy.
thank you, guys. and a wonderful journey for all of us.
this is far from what i want. that’s why i never showed this to friends. but as of present i could wish for nothing else. it serves the purpose of my cravings for this gadget. and i am beginning to love it. or more correctly becoming satisfied of what i can really afford.
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