Things I learned after organizing the company’s Summer Camp:
1. I can never work for an events company. I’ll die of fatigue.
Planning events is a laborious and detail-oriented job. It takes a lot of coordination, management, foresight, and quick-thinking. One thing I learned about events back in college is that something will definitely go wrong at the last minute even if you plan things thoroughly. In short, kung ‘di ka sanay sa ngaragan, then forget events.
Aside from that, there’s the physical stress from always being on the go. You have to run here and there in order to accommodate everyone, and make sure that everything is going according to plan. There’s barely any time to rest. Then, the mental stress from thinking and re-thinking plans (and counting and re-counting money, in my case). Then the emotional stress brought by the things that cause delays and sudden change in plans.
These reinforced what I learned in law school: I can handle emotional stress; I can handle physical stress; I can handle mental stress; But, I cannot handle physical, mental, and emotional stress.
2. Being stingy has great advantages if you are handling the money.
3. If you’re the one facilitating the event, you should never look tired or stressed. The event is for the participants to enjoy. Seeing a tired or stressed facilitator does not help achieve that.
4. It pays to work with a team, and as a team.
5. Connections are great sources of information. ;)
…To be continued
As soon as inoffer sa’yo ang isang bagay, para sa’yo talaga ‘yon!
Hindi ka naman kasi i-coconsider kung hindi ka para doon.
Very enlightening. :)
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?
From: Before Sunrise
- Quentin's Dad: The longer I do my job, the more I realize that humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.
- Quentin's Mom: That is really lovely. But isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
- Quentin's Dad: True. Consciousness makes for poor windows, too.
&& Whenever I get tired of the things happening around me, I always have the urge to cut my hair. (No, not have a haircut.) I’m not (yet) bold enough to run off to some far away place and just be on my own for an indefinite period ala “Eat, Pray, Love”.
&& I would’ve grabbed any pair of scissors nearby and cut my hair, except that there’s nothing much left for me to cut right now.
the black ink continues to taint the paper
with meaningful scribbles and words.
the writer, in all her glory, spills
all the profundity in a short little poem.
(Posted: 11-20-2006; Revised: 04-28-2012)
I am Karen Michelle and just last night, I came upon the realization that I am a work in progress. Being a reflective person who spent most of her high school and early college years contemplating about events, places, people, experiences and what have you, I understand that I am an incomplete being.
Like everyone living in this world, I am no perfect being. But it is because of that reason I continuously learn and experience, experience and learn to fill in the missing puzzle pieces that can make me a whole. Call it a journey to self-realization; call it a case of identity crisis; call it what you may. There is only one absolute thing that I know so far: I am an ever changing individual who grows and changes with every learning and experience I gain.
I am an ever evolving masterpiece that is formed by putting pieces together; a vase that is formed, shattered and eventually reformed; an animal that constantly replaces its shell to make room for a bigger, better self. I shall never allow myself to be bound by any stereotype that superficiality has brought into this world. I am all those stereotypes, and at the same time, I am none of them. That is who I am. A wild flower in a bed of roses; the glistening gold embedded in the sticky soil of the river banks. That is who I am.
Little things amaze me as much as grand things do. I bear an equal liking for cute things as I do with anime, art, music and astronomy. And I believe life is an art that must be understood and appreciated for what it is and what it is not.
Affections do not affect me greatly and I approach life with stoicism as I prefer to use my head over my heart. I greatly believe in treating everyone equally and equitably. If possible, I would like to be a promoter of equity and equality among people.
However, as I had ironically defined myself, I am a stoic and at the same time an overly emotional person. Sad, touching endings never fail to bring tears to my eyes; handsome guys do not escape my bad eyesight; and I flail and squeal in utter giddy-ness over people I adore.
I am a human being who has ideals, beliefs, virtues and morals like everybody does. I have a family, a set of relatives, a number of great friends, and a long list of people I admire and idolize. I have the same material things that most people possess. I have a home; I belong in a reputable institution; I am a member of an ailing society.
But I refuse to see things the way most people see them. I refuse to believe in things that have no meaning for me. I choose to accept things, understand them to a great extent and give meaning to them.
That is who I am. So, how about you? Who are you?
//27 July 2009
There’s something about emotions that I can’t quite grasp. No matter how talkative I am, they will always be among the things that I cannot express.
To say them through prose or in incomprehensible statements have always been my way. How ironic that in my earnest desire to be understood, I deliberately make myself hard to comprehend.
So read me, hear me, watch me instead of focusing on the words I say. (The essence of words means nothing when it comes from a person who distorts their meaning.) It is in actions that I portray, the deepest emotions I struggle to convey.
- Chai: I'm always stuck with plan A and plan B. And i mean JUST with plan A and plan B. My life sucks I know. It's like there aren't other letters in the alphabet.
- Ker: Tanong ko lang... bakit A and B lang? Bakit nga ba walang ibang letra sa buhay mo? ;)
- Chai: Because those are the only ones that matter. That's what I want to happen. Nothing else.
- Ker: Let me tell you something about things that matter even though I dont have the authority. :)) If you're gonna ask me what really matters, I have no clue. Ask me why I'm in law. 1) Because of my ancestry. 2) I need a high paying profession. 3) Admit it or not, I covet the title. But ask me if this is really what I want with my life... I can never answer you, or anyone for that matter, with certainty. Ask me what I want to do right now... I wanna cook. I wanna take pictures. I wanna edit. I wanna be involved with art. But practicality weighs more than idealism right now because I have no means to pursue what I want. Neither do I have enough determination and courage to face the consequences of being a novice freelancer.
- Chai: I know exactly what you mean. It's like choosing a career over just plain work; like lust over love; like...pizza dough instead of the whole thing.
- (A conversation I had with @lilmissdiva <dreamtofneverland.tumblr.com> almost exactly a year ago. How nostalgic. For some reason, I really like this part of the conversation--not because I said a lot of things here, but because it made me feel like I was watching a film. Pizza!)
I pretended that tic-tacs were pills/drugs.
Or that wafer sticks were cigarettes…
Gatorade was vodka/alcohol….
Or that grape juice was red wine…
I was just that badass.
I DEFINITELY AGREE WITH THE WAFER STICKS CIGARETTES :P
still do until now (except i can now drink alcohol—no need to pretend).