I live in the province and work in the city. Most of my free time are spent traveling and I don’t mean that in an adventurous and exciting way. I think it’s better to use the word commuting (hmmm maybe this can be considered as adventurous). Anyway, I’m telling you this as a disclaimer that you won’t see anything grand or glamorous in here. Just a regular struggling probinsyana trying to be as honest as possible (who reads this blog, anyway?). Ya ready? Okay. Here we go.Read More »
At the beginning of this year, my manager asked every person in our team about our New Year’s resolution.Being the youngest person in the room, as some sort of a power trip, everyone pointed at me to start the discussion. Or to give them more time to think, they passed the baton to the baby first. Honestly, I felt like I was put on the spot. I should’ve anticipated this question over the holidays because it’s a go-to conversation starter whenever another year opens, but at that time, I really don’t know how to answer.
I guess never really thought it over. Maybe I just know that I’ll fail anyway, so why put myself up to a promise that a lot of people might expect from me? With God’s grace and divine intervention of the Holy Spirit, I managed to blurt out an answer. And thinking of it now, I should’ve gone for a go-to New Year answer to this go-to New Year question. I should’ve said that I will be spending less this year or I will try to take control of my health. But somehow, I went for a deeper answer and said, “Oh, I’m gonna focus on building up my skills this year.” Shit.
I don’t even know how that idea entered my mind. What I know is the moment those words came out of me, I wanted to turn back time or maybe just disappear. Way to put pressure on yourself, self! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t talk about big plans to other people just because I don’t want them to expect something from me and just be disappointed afterward. And knowing me, I disappointing myself quite often. But hey, since I let the world (my team, actually) know that I need to improve on something, I need to work even harder to prove something to them. I am their baby and they will be watching out for me, I am 80% sure of that. Ugh! I actually need to work towards my “resolution”.
So, where are we?
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You may or may not know that I recently graduated from college May of this year. You may or may also not know that I just landed a six-month internship with a digital marketing agency. From what it sounds, it seems like I’m doing great and slowly setting my foot on the right path instead of getting lost with the crowd. However, I still often think whether or not I’m making the right decisions for myself.
Having landed a job in the span of one month right after college doesn’t seem bad at all. It’s still better than staying at home, being a couch potato, and living the unemployed life. Many of my blockmates from the university told me how lucky I am for getting an experience (that doesn’t suck at all when it comes to salary) so quickly and smoothly. And I think so too. Not only do I get paid well, I also attain that work-life balance that everyone wants. I have wonderful and intelligent people surrounding me that are so much fun to be with in the office, and I have the best boss I could ask for. He motivates me every time he could and never lets me feel as if I’m at the bottom of the food chain. He lets his employees shine in their own little ways and also makes sure we’re having fun on whatever we are doing. Sounds like it’s the job for keeps, eh? Somehow, it’s not.
Whilst I’m grateful for this internship and the training I get, I couldn’t stop thinking of the other possibilities and opportunities out there where I will get to pursue my passion. Before landing this job, there was a hanging offer for me to write and the benefits are good (I mean goooooood), but something tells me not to accept this job yet and go on with the internship. So I did. I followed my guts. I’d be lying if I said that the thought of getting to write at work doesn’t haunt me. I still wonder what it feels like doing something you love and earning something from it. Did I make the wrong choice? Would it be the first step to my ultimate dream job and I just let it slip out of my hand?
My dream job may sound absurd and kind of unambitious, but landing that particular job would make me very happy. I want to work for Shonda Rhimes. No, I don’t even wanna be like Shonda Rhimes because I know I’m nothing compared to her, but I just want to see and be able to be a part of the magic she does. I want to see her grind, her writing process, how she puts together ideas, and witness how she change slowly change the world one episode at a time. She’s my drive, my spirit animal, my inspiration, and motivation. I admire her a lot.
This may sound obnoxious, but I know I could work for her. I know I’m fit for the job, that I have the potential of becoming one of her associates. This is why everything I planned for my career so far leads to me being hired by Shonda, or maybe at least being able to be as good as her in telling stories, because nothing compares to the feeling of putting life in characters and making real people in love with them. I haven’t attained it yet, but one day, I will. Someday, I’ll be proud of myself for being able to do it.
Someday, I promise.
It actually took long before starting to write this post because I can’t think of a specific favourite food of mine, but here’s to hoping I get to cover them all up here.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth, even as a kid. I remember how my granny would always buy me a chocolate drink and chocolate coated pretzel after school. My day wouldn’t be complete without that combo, maybe I would throw tantrums, I’m not sure, but it’s a big possibility. Even up to this date, I feel like I’m celebrating something whenever I eat ice cream. Don’t even ask for my favourite ice cream flavour, because I can eat whatever you serve in front of me. When in a coffee shop, I look forward to eating cakes and pastries instead of sipping coffee. Maybe because I’m not that big of a fan of coffee.
I also stubbornly love seafood. Stubbornly because I’m allergic to shell fish, but that’s what antihistamines are for, right? Honestly, the plain thought of crabs and prawns can send water to my mouth. I also recently discovered my love for Asian food which I thought I hate because I’m a big fan of European cuisine. Thanks to buffets for introducing me to different dishes.
Maybe taste buds do change as time goes by. I used to be a picky eater, but now, maybe my palette is a little bit more adventurous.
what a crappy post. i know
- Smoking in public places
Don’t get me wrong. I couldn’t care less about your vices and what you do to your body. I know a lot of people who smoke and I give them the same respect I give to non-smokers, but please have the courtesy of being mindful of other people. First, I hate the smell (even the electronic cigs). Second, some people hate asthma. Stop puffing in front of people’s faces!
- Cashiers who gossip whilst the line is long
I’ve experienced a lot of this in different supermarkets and groceries all around the Philippines. I know we are social beings, but will you do your work first? It seems like they are uninterested in serving their customers.
Oh lord Jon Snow. Where do I start? Let me start off by reminding everyone that it’s 2016. Why can’t we move forward and start treating the same instead of being stuck in an ancient mind set? Also, let me just say that ‘feminism’ is the equality among sexes. I know that it’s not the kind of feminism most celebrity projects, but it’s not only about woman empowerment. It’s about humanity. It’s about giving the opportunity for people to live in a better world. We should have enough understanding about it.
- Humble brag
Sorry I just wouldn’t fall for your #blessed post. Seriously, if you’re happy about something, why be lowkey about it? Why do you need to present it in such an annoying way? Be proud of what you have but know your boundaries.
- People who arrives late ON PURPOSE
I know a lot of people who does this. I can’t think of any reason on why they do it but to seek attention. Ironic, why would you want to be known for being late?
No matter how much I hate to admit it, I’m a sucker for romance. I love seeing other people fall in love – in movies, in books, and of course, in reality. But somehow, watching the people close to me with their significant other makes me want to be (alone) single forever (well, not exactly forever but you get me, right?).
I am single for 20 years now. Single since birth. I’ve never said “I love you” to someone and mean it romantically. I’ve never been committed, never been kissed, never been touched. And somehow, I’m completely, honestly, whole-heartedly okay with it. The problem is some people…aren’t.
I have lost track of how many people have raised their eyebrows or interrogated me about this matter. Some are fine with it, some are curious, and a lot suggests of gives conclusions on why I’ve never ever had a boyfriend. Maybe you’re afraid of commitment. Maybe you’re setting your standards waaaay too high. Maybe you’re gay or queer or interested in girls or confused. Just for the record, I’ve done the self-assessment…I like guys. I had few suitors and had my fair share of fluttering butterflies in my stomach. So what could be wrong with me then?
My standards are way too high, yes, maybe? But why the hell should I lower it just for the sake of having a boyfriend? I’ve always set high expectations for myself in every aspect of my life. In school, at work, and even in picking my friends, so naturally, I wouldn’t settle for someone who I think doesn’t deserve me at all. I am afraid of commitments, this is what my friends would always say. And maybe they’re right. But I’m scared for my career more than I am for my love life. I chose to conquer the former first.
Looking for love isn’t just my thing. I can take care of myself and am receiving enough love from my family and friends. I also think that I haven’t even met the standards I set for myself yet, why should I look for that in other people? Right now, I’m busy making myself better, making myself deserving of the guy I later on would want to meet and spend my life with. I am not at all scared of growing up alone. Honestly, I’d rather spend all my money on spoiling myself. I’d rather walk around the house looking like a trash and be okay with it, but then again, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to wake up to every morning?
I’ve never written a poem about love…
But if I have to, I’ll write one for you.
-Ella Julian; The poem that never was (April 2016)
This is the second topic of the blogging challenge. I gotta say, I really had a hard time thinking of what to write in this topic, and right now, as I am writing this, I still don’t have a full picture on what to say. So to make it more easier for myself, I decided to get a little help from my friend also known as the internet. 🙂
I am a Pisces, so I searched for characteristics of a Pisces. Some of it might be accurate, some might be slightly questionable. I got this passage from astrology-zodiac-signs.com. Let’s try to break it to pieces.
Pisces are very friendly, so they often find themselves in a company of very different people. Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back. Pisces is a Water sign and as such this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity.
This part is very evident in me, especially to those who know me personally. As much as possible, I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable, mainly because it discomforts me as well. I often think I’m too nice to people that sometimes, I think it isn’t right anymore. Growing up, I learned to just understand where people are coming from and putting myself in their position. I always think that things would be better if I do all the compassion and leave it to other people to their realizations for themselves. I do it so often that I don’t know how to fight for my side anymore and I’m trying to change that. I am one of those people who believes that there’s a good side in everyone.
Their ruling planet is Neptune, so Pisces are more intuitive than others and have an artistic talent. Neptune is connected to music, so Pisces reveal music preferences in the earliest stages of life.
I don’t really consider myself ~artistic~, but I think I have enough appreciation for arts. I honestly think that my taste in art (includes music, film, architecture, photography, etc.) is far classier than usual people of my age. Art isn’t just something that appeals to my senses, it also reaches my heart. I just can’t explain how chills crawl over my spine and how the butterflies flutter in my stomach whenever I hear or see something so beautiful.
Pisces-born are known by their wisdom, but under the influence of Uranus, Pisces sometimes can take the role of a martyr, in order to catch the attention.
So, I guess this is the bad side of me. I think I constantly crave for attention (even if I have social anxiety) and I want it for people to see me as someone to be jealous of. I try my hardest not to be an asshole and put spotlight on me especially when I think it’s something I would be praised for later on, but deep inside, that’s exactly what I know I want. I want attention and I want people to look at me as perfect, as someone that makes a lot of sense. I know I cannot achieve that, but I have to be honest that that’s the dark part of me. I think it’s one thing that people don’t admit, but I think as long as that part of you can be controlled, you’re good.
So, that’s a glimpse of me. I tried my hardest even though I really don’t know how to talk about myself and how to describe myself because I don’t think I know myself that well yet, but we’ll get there. 🙂