Run To Eng’gfinity

As part (Yes, back to school once again!!! I'm currently taking my Masters in Environmental Engineering) and proud alumni of the UP Engineering, I would like to invite everyone to the

Enggfinity: The Centennial Engineering Run. 

Enggfinity: The Centennial Engineering Run

This RUN is open to all.

As the College of Engineering celebrates its CENTENNIAL YEAR, prepare to go the distance. The Engineering Student Council brings you Eng'gfinity: The Engineering Centennial Run on July 18, 2010.
Register at the ESC Office, Room 123, Melchor Hall (College of Engineering)..

100 years. INFINITE LIMITS.

RUN DETAILS:
EVENT TAKES PLACE RAIN OR SHINE!
-The Run is on July 18 2010(Sunday). It will start at 5:30 AM.

RACE CATEGORIES
2.2k Oval Challenge
5k
10k

Enggfinity Singlet

-Stage, Starting point and Finish Line of Race.Engineering Lawn (Melchor Hall)
-Promotional Booths and Onsite Registration also at the Engineering Lawn.
-The route will pass through the academic oval and branching streets including the University Avenue.
-Water Stations are located at the 1.5k/3k/5k mark.
-Prizes will be given to the Top Finishers for each Race Category

Registration Details:
You can get Registration Forms at the ESC Office or download it here by Wednesday June 16 2010.

Singlet Dimensions

REGISTRATION FEE:
Php350* for 10k and Php300* for 5k and 2.2k
(Race Kit includes Singlet^, Racebib, Route Map and Race Analysis)
*50 pesos Discount for UP Engg Students/Alumni/Faculty
*^Less Php100 if you do not want to avail of the singlet

Those who will register before JULY 6 2010 will have the official race singlet. Limited Singlets will be available for those who will register after JULY 6 2010. For online registration send your forms thru email to josegabriel.mercado@gmail.com.you can pay at the ESC office or bank deposit.

For Bank Deposit
Bank : Philippine National Bank (PNB)
Account Name : ENGINEERING STUDENT COUNCIL
Account Number: 39168900016

Present your Deposit Slips upon claiming of race kits with your waiver of liability.

For more info, you can contact
Jose Gabriel E. Mercado
09064012332
josegabriel.mercado@gmail.com
or check the Frequently Asked Questions.


See you guys at the finish line!

Bad Weekend

The last weekend was the meanest. 

Saturday. After spending time in bed and wasted hours doing nothing, the day ended with a big fight with my brother.  Big to the point where he banged the keyboards till all the keys are out of its sockets.  I didn't say anything and had that "poker face" telling him I don't care at all and went to the bathroom.  After taking a bath, I found the monitor of his computer down and the electric fan as well.  I was not bothered.  And all through the night, we have left the appliance as is, as pride enveloped each on of us.

 

Sunday. We're still not in speaking terms.  While my brother is asleep and I was in front of the tube, we heard our most feared voice.  It was like a nightmare turned to reality. Good thing, I lowered the volume of the TV beforehand so it was not obvious from the outside. I instantly turned off the dvd and ran towards the door and locked it.  Then I ran towards my brother's part of the house and woke him up...And he just replied, "I hear him".  And we decided to pretend that the house was empty. 

My father was outside our house.  We heard him asked for us from the neighbors but we pretended that we were not in.  It was a terrible 4-5 hours of pure agony.  I don't want to see him for I dont' know what to react.  Mixed emotion of anger, contempt, pity, etc.  I don't know... And mostly, I don't want to regret anything I would do or say towards my father.

I don't want the last weekend to ever happen again.. it was, by far, the meanest.

Lost Gleam

I have been on sitting and felt like rotting, bored again... a lot of things to do and things to study but I'm not up to it again..for now..

Need to find my gleam again.

Tears for Home

I have had seen old people cry.  When my lolo died, Lola cried a river of tears as well as his sons and daughters.  Likewise, family members cried when my Lola died.  I have seen old people cry in the movies, tv series because of grief, sadness and all that but is a different story altogether.. 

But seeing Frank get teary eyed and cry, I can't stand it.  Because those tears, I could not name except for longingness for home.  He has long been gone from UK and for sure, it has been awhile that he felt estranged. I may be Filipino and belonged to the Philippines but there is that distinct longiness for Bacolod alone which I don't feel in Manila.  And I know Frank felt the same way especially with language barriers, lesser familiar faces and family not always around.  He has been back and forth to UK but that will never be enough.

Missing home

-o-

Last Thursday, Frank invited Sheena and I to watch the Desford Colliery Band at Brittish School Manila.  It was my first time to see a brass band and to hear it for that matter so I was quite excited and very willing when Frank invited me. 

When we arrived at Brittish School Manila, I felt very foreign.  Ironic because I am still in the Philippines and still in Manila but for a place such as BSM where it all seems like everyone is either white, black or some other asian national, I felt alien.  Frank felt like he's home with all the British folks sorrounding him.

Frank, at home.

So after grabbing some drinks (beer and wine?!?!) and our reserved tickets, we went around BSM looking through the artworks and activities of students. 

 
Looking through artworks of students

I am very pleased to see this building, the Rizal building to be in the heart of the BSM!!! Yeay!!

 

Rizal Building

So when the gates open, we were the first to get in for I need good seats for a good photo opportunity and there's little of them because most front seats are reserved for sponsors. 

Hot Seat for the Night

While members of Desford Brass Band were setting up, I approached the stage to take some pictures.  And I took this photo of a man and his brass instrument as he approached me.  And being a very engaging and friendly people these British folks are, this guy started conversation with me:

Guy:  You're here taking photos for somebody?

Me:  Uhm, no.  Just storing for my own consumption.

Guy:  Let me see… (moving towards looking through my camera which I willingly let him see his photo)

Me:  I'm not even good.

Guy:  Nah…Could you load it up at Facebook and I'm gonna grab it from there?

Members of Desford Colliery Brassband

Then his buddies went to the stage for their picture taken. Which I took along one of the members.  Then Frank approached us and urged me to join them taking my camera away.  The usual me, I would easily go and have my picture taken with celebs or any monumental structure, so I stood beside the guys…Then seeing Sheena, I signaled Frank to join me with them. And this, I think started all my disaster for the night.

He was hitting on me!! He was asking if where would I take him after the concert or where we would be after the concert so that he will go there as well.  It was a mixture of thrill and embarrassmest so I was respectfully declining while Frank was pushing me to go out since I am available and all that.  I was laughing it out while the two Brits are talking and so I slowly went to the instruments to take pictures and when I got back to my seat, I saw Frank whispering to Sheena as if they are conspiring against me….grrr!!!!  And Frank said, "You know what he said about you? He said, "She's bloody beautiful! And he gave me this, he said to look you up at Facebook and send him his pictures."  He was handing me Frank's calling card with a name Martin Whybrow written at the back.  I was just rolling my eyes at Frank but the typical girl like me was all flattered.  Hahaha!

Sheena and Frank, conspiring

So all throughout the concert, Frank and Sheena were teasing me towards the tuba player especially when he looks towards our directions which was a thousand times that night.

Desford Colliery Band

So who is this Desford Brassband? I'm not really sure about them as I am a newbie with brass bands and it was only Frank who introduced us to such and that each town or city has their own Brassband and there are competitions among cities.  Of course Frank was biased and saying that the brass band from his town is the best.

After doing a little research this is what I have found.

Founded in 1898, The Desford Colliery Band comprises of twenty-five brass musicians with percussion and performs a repertoire spanning Baroque to Jazz, with fine soloists as well.

The name in itself has a rich history.  After the Second World War, the band was assisted by the Coal Industry Social Welfare Organisation. Also at that time, most of the musicians were miners, and thus the band was renamed the Desford Colliery Band.

Today, the band has more than 30 championship titles to back its name.  Desford has achieved great popularity and success as an ambassador for British Culture and heritage abroad. With a CDs gaining popularity and a TV show, 'The Real Brassed Off' the Desford Colliery Band is a brassband envied by many.
 

Desford Colliery Band

The Desford Organisation is commited to a policy that states that future generations should have access to playing brass band music. To implement this policy, the Desford Academy was set up to promote brass playing to the younger generation.

-o-

The band played two sets and it was only the first set that the old man started teary eyed. I was teasing him about it at first and all the more that his eyes well up.  But at the end of the first set when I got up to go to the toilet, Sheena followed me telling me she can't stand when somebody is crying.  Oh no!! Frank cried when his Indian friends at BSM asked him if he is ok and then tears just fell like a dam broke.

magnificent play

I think the songs are really familiar to Frank, include in that the history of the song, it made him think and long for home.  After sorting himself, he went out to the crowd and was back to the jolly man approaching and talking to people mostly from the band.

Sheena and I were in a total hunger.  And I was afraid that the beer would get to me fast because of the empty stomach.  IT was my second beer during the break. So I decided to buy some ensaymada to just fill me but goodness, it was not a good pair!!!  And there was this Brit who even commented on why I have bread and beer which I have to explain why such a sight.

The next set was a bit familiar just because of one piece from the Harry Potter movie.  Hahaha!!!  But we really don't know if what part of the movie was it played!  All throughout the new set, I was glancing towards Frank checking if he is crying or maybe there is a sense of familiarity in the songs that the band played.  I'm afraid that he will cry again and I just don't know what to do…

Desford Brass Band

Frank is not the typical guy… he cries whenever he feels like crying.  Machismo is a taboo.  Maybe being old gives one an excuse to be emotional. Afterall, you no longer impress the oppositee sex.  But then again, strength is tied with respect and awe for another.  Strutting a weaker side like crying will surely have others give you a questioning stare.  But for the old man, my respect and wonder is intact.

Sheena, Frank, and I

‘Narinig ko sa UP’-lessons from the online ‘tambayan’

By Cate de Leon
Philippine Daily Inquirer

“OVERHEARD AT...” ONLINE groups are sprouting in the Internet, particularly for schools and universities. UP students created their own Overheard group on Facebook, with a Filipino title that aptly represents UP culture.

The group was started by Christian Rillera, a Political Science graduate of UP Diliman now taking up Law at Ateneo. Created last February 19, the group now has over 12,000 members.

From these “Overheard” groups, we see the unique character—and humor—of each university, sometimes so unique that outsiders can’t get the jokes.

But if you read closely, there are lessons to be learned from browsing through UP’s Overheard site.

Lesson 1. Survive

It is a must for students to acquire basic survival skills at UP. Like how to tell the jeepney driver to stop at one’s destination. This rather unfortunate girl couldn’t get down and missed her stop because she kept telling the driver: “Mama, stop!”

Lesson 2. No sleeping in class

A certain Asian Civilizations professor suddenly went “Shhhh...” mid-lecture and pointed at the students who were snoozing at the back. He gestured for the rest to quietly tiptoe out of the room—and then he dismissed the class.

Lesson 3. Believe in a God

No matter how liberal UP students may seem to be, they still need God. As a certain dormer’s to-do list put it:

English 12—Read photocopied readings!

Math 55—Homework

Humanities 1—Online conference with group mates.

Engineering Science 11—Pray!

A certain Philosophy professor was also quoted: “I’ve chosen to believe there is a God because it’s strategic. If it’s true that there is no God but I believe there is, nothing’s going to happen to me. But if I don’t believe and it just so happens there is a God, patay ako.”

Lesson 4. Study

Don’t be overly confident about your brains and abilities just because you go to one of the top universities. As one student said:

“In Math class, our professor had a frown as he distributed our exam papers, with most of us having failed the exams. One classmate rushed into class, late. He was wearing the famous ‘I think, therefore I am from UP’ T-shirt. Before he could sit, our professor walked up to him, handed him his failed exam and said: ‘Mr. ____, this is your exam. May I request you to go home and change your shirt? Lalong umiinit ang ulo ko!’”

Lesson 5. Be discreet

Never ever talk about your professors in public. The same goes for plans to cut class and all other manifestations of laziness.

Computer Science students were checking out who was assigned to handle one of their higher Math classes. One student started to pray out loud: “Sana hindi si _______! Sana hindi si ______!” as she checked the list of classes posted on the bulletin board. Then she shouted and cursed. When she then turned around, there was the professor before her, a huge grin on his face.

Also, there were these two classmates who saw each other from across the street. One was feeling lazy and told the other aloud that he had no plans of going to class that day, because the venue had been moved to a farther building on campus. He even tried to convince his classmate to cut classes as well, saying: “Wala ding papasok dun!”

Suddenly, from behind the lazy student came the professor’s voice: “Nandito kaya ako!?”

Christian, the site creator, also shared how he once got into a jeepney to get to his Math class and absently told his classmate: “Wala namang kwenta pumasok ng maaga eh, lagi namang late si Sir.”

When they got to the Math Building, he saw his professor alight from the same jeepney. Later in class, his professor went: “O ayan Mr. Rillera ha. Maaga ako ngayon. Baka kung anu-ano pa ang sabihin mo tungkol sa akin sa jeep.”

However, some professors are simply quotable, their pronouncements too good not to be repeated.

Prof. Solita Monsod, more popularly known as Mareng Winnie, began the first day of her Economics 11 class by saying: “Anyone who calls me Mareng Winnie in this class gets a 5.0.”

Then there was the student who told his professor, “Sir, ’yung buhok niyo po magulo.” The professor replied, “Bakit kay Edward Cullen pwede, sa prof niyo hindi?”

Another student was worried because he didn’t get his parents to sign what he needed for class. His professor said: “Bahala ka. Ikaw, i-forge mo. Basta ba hindi ka idedemanda ng nanay mo eh.”

Still another student was secretly reading manga in class when he realized his professor was right behind him. He nervously turned around, prepared to be reprimanded. Without taking his eyes off the monitor, his professor went: “Patay na pala si Jiraiya no? Kawawa naman.”

A clincher: A speech communication professor was wrapping up her discussion. “So class, let us refrain from being redundant whenever we speak.” She paused. “Ok?” She looked to the left. “Am I clear?” Then to the right. “Do you understand?”

Lesson 6. Know why you’re in school

No matter the fun and hilarious college life, we must all remember that our primary reason for going to school is to learn. As English 30 professor Rhodora Ancheta put it: “Don’t mind my arm fats jiggling when I write. Mind what I write!”

Ryan's Lessons may be Everyone's Lessons

I came across a <a/></href=>site</href> of how Ryan Seacrest has gone overboard with his duties as a host in the popular TV show American Idol and some tips of how he could keep his job.  I just thought of tweaking a little bit of it and make it applicable to work everyday.

1) Stick with your scope and limitations.  Don't go overboard unless someone allows you to go within their territories.

2. Let the master do their thing and learn from them. 

3. Let the contestants do the talking. Hang back, let them show their personalities more. God knows we needed that a lot more this season!

4. Talk but with sense.  It is ok to add you own inputs especially if they ask you for it.

5. Be a sheperd to the newbies.  There are a lot of newcomers and you know how it felt to be beginning so let them feel at ease. 

6. Make everyone and anyone comfortable. They are afterall, part of the team.

7. Be vulnerable. Do something dumb.  Who is the real you?  Don't afraid to show it.
8. Make jokes about yourself. Keep everyone else out of it.9. Don't hit on anyone or one person in particular.  That could be very obvious.  Even if you don't like a person, the very least that you could do is give him your respect.

10. Add some spice to your work life.  Bring in some surprises... They'll keep on guessing and expecting.

Election 2010

Cast your votes people... and vote wisely.


       My G1BO Twibbon

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers especially my Mama.  You give meaning to "Hot Momma!"  Thank you so much for all the love and support you have given me and my brothers.  We will be forever by your side!

Work Drama

Nagdradrama na naman ba ako?!?!

Napansin ko lang, this week parang di ako nageffort na kausapin si Frank.  It's getting worse and worse each day... Today, parang good morning and goodbye lang ata ang nasabi ko sa kanya... yong goodbye, di ko pa sinabi, nagwave lang ako... I don't laugh at his antics and I act as if di ko siya nakikita pagdumaan siya... tutok na tutok ako sa PC ko as if may ginagawa ako or talagang may ginagawa ako...Boss ko yun, dapat pa-good shot ako.  Hehehe!!!

Kaya lang, hindi ko naman kasi talaga ugali ang magpa-goodshot or give praises sa mga bosses para lang mapansin at umangat ako.  Todo effort ako sa work and I earned my position.  I work, not kiss ass.

If along the way, naging magkaibigan kami ng mga naging bosses ko it is because I was one of their good if not the best subordinates... Matigas paminsan-minsan ang ulo pero quality output naman ang delivery kaya di din ako napapagalitan.  Ang friendly relationship ko sa mga bossing ay built overtime not with the flattery words to fatten their ego.

Last day na bukas, kailangan ng pansinin si Frank.  Matampuhin pa man din un... hehehe!!!

Hindi sino, kundi kanino ang iboboto mo?

Hindi sino, kundi kanino ang iboboto mo?

ni Bob Ong

Sino ang Manok mo?

Meron kang dalawang uri ng boto: Ang una ay ang "boto ng konsensya". Ito ay para sa pinunong kinilatis mo, pinag-aralang maigi, pinaniniwalaan, at inaasahang may magagawa para sa bayan. Ang ikalawang uri ay ang "boto ng diskarte". Ito ay para sa kandidatong iboboto mo na lang para hindi manalo ang ayaw mo.

Para sa akin, mas matatanggap kong pamunuan ni Kiko Matsing ang bansa ko nang nagampanan ko nang tama ang tungkulin ko sa bayan bilang botante, kumpara sa makapagluklok ako ng ibang pinuno na resulta ng pagtalikod ko sa obligasyong bumoto nang tama. Dahil sa sandaling talikuran ko ang tama--sa ngalan ng diskarte--ay binibigyan ko na rin ng lisensya ang mga pinuno ng bayan ko na kumilos base sa diskarte, kapalit ng tama.

Ang boto ng konsensya ay base sa pag-asa. Ang boto ng diskarte ay base sa takot.

Ang bayan ng mga botante ng diskarte ay walang maaasahang pamunuan ng konsensya. Ang mga mamamayang kuntento na sa "pangalawang tama" ay mapagkakalooban ng pinunong ganoon din ang pamamalakad. Ang bansang hindi natututo, habambuhay na lang bibigyan ng leksyon.

Ini-endorso ko ang pagboto nang tama. Pwedeng matalo ang kandidato mo, pwedeng mangulelat. Pero mararamdaman mo lang ang kalayaan mo bilang tao at kapangyarihan mo bilang mamamayan sa Ika-sampu ng Mayo pagnasabi mo sa sarili mong "Napagkalooban ako ng karapatang pumili ng pinuno ng bayan ko, at nakaboto ako base sa sarili kong desisyon at ayon sa konsensya ko."

Kalapastanganan sa sariling dangal ang pagboto sa taong iba sa tunay mong pinaniniwalaan- -dahil man ito sa may tumutok ng baril sa ulo mo, may bumili ng iyong boto, o mag-isa pong piniling iboto na lang kung sinuman ang tingin mong mananalo.

Hindi nasasayang ang boto sa mga talunang kandidato. Nasasayang ito sa mga talunang botante.

Kung iboboto mo ang boto na ayon sa desisyon ng iba, sino pa ang boboto ng ayon sa desisyon mo?

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Repost from the email I got.  I support Gibo Teodoro and I respect each Filipino's choice, that's why I never convince people to vote for my candidate if they have decided for their president.  May point eto.  Let's not sacrifice our votes for the lesser evil.  Let's practice our freedom to vote.  Let's embrace democracy. 

Cheap Deals Drown Me

Filipinos are drowned with seat sales from local and international airlines.  I could not keep up with it.  Cebu Pacific and Air Philippine Express have been competing with seat sales week after week.  While Philippine Airlines have celebrated their 70^th year giving more Filipinos a cheaper chance of having a "luxurious" ride.  Airasia.com have been posting their cheap flights from Clark to Malaysia as well.

I shouldn't be complaining.  And I think this is the unusual me as I have been a fan of seat sales and traveling on a tight budget.  I have enjoyed going home with just paying the travel tax as I have grabbed a zero fare of Cebu Pacific in 2008.  I have been going back and forth Manila-Bacolod with just less than a thousand.  I think seat sales are terrific as more Filipinos could go home to their families or more could wander the rest of the Philippines.  It is also an opportunity to discover the rest of the world.  I was thrilled when we (with my girls, Ji, Kat and Icile) booked tickets through Cebu Pacific for Macau and Hongkong.  I think we spend hours facing the Cebu Pacific website with phones on hand discussing the right IT.  And more excitement did my mother and brother felt when we went to Singapore through Cebu Pacific seat sale.

And now while most of my long weekends are booked and seat sales are still overflowing it made me feel depressed that weekends are no longer enough to accommodate such cheap deals.  What is more depressing is when homesickness hits you just when seats available are not the usual cheap fare.  If just for this yearning, I want to go home for good or for vacation.. whatever option is available... and seat sales doesn't help at all.

Earth Day

Let's do something for the earth.


Support Earth Day!

Pitiful Sight

Last night, I came home late due to work and piled deliverables for today.  So when I came home, there was no available pet store that could sell me Aurora's food.  His last meal was yesterday morning and since she only eats twice daily I was not worried that she'll go hungry.  I meant to buy her food after work and would be just in time for her next meal.  But unfortunately, activities as scheduled are not followed..

Seeing the hungriness in her eyes, I thought of giving Auring just anything to eat. So I raided my cluttered fridge and saw the week old biscocho and got a piece and gave it to her.  Good thing she likes it but had a hard time eating one...it took her 15 minutes to just finish a stick.  And I'm just wondering why they could handle a hard bone while a relatively soft biscocho is such a nightmare. 

Aurora had about 3 pieces last night and hopefully later, she'll get to eat her real food.  I'll surely pour two servings worth of dog food just to show her how badly I feel seeing her eating a biscocho... such a pitiful sight.

Aurora with her Dinner

Aurora having a hard time with Biscocho

Stagnation

There comes a point in life when you stagnate.  You stopped. Not because you want to but you have to.

Schemer

Two weeks ago, I have realized that someone is coming into the house while I was gone.  I was out and about during the holy week and I was out again last weekend when I came home.  Good thing for history in google chrome I have confirmed my suspicions.  It was logged that while I was away, someone is using our computer and the internet.

I have told my brother about it and truth behold, Niel his friend was coming into the house... but Niel has been helping us out with Aurora especially when we're away so I really do not mind... but the thing that's bothering me is, he wasn't telling me anything and our electricity bill is still rocket high. And he is devouring our food supply... if that's the case, he is close to being a theft and that starts there... I don't know what else is he taking from the house.

I have been thinking of cutting the power supply for the whole house.  The power supply box is in my room and I'm thinking of closing the room as well... but I'm worrying about the refrigerator and its contents.  So today, I have thought of putting off the internet connection by removing the modem.  Because I thought that Niel comes into the house because of that. I texted my brother that the modem is not working and I have to get it to Globe today just to send the message to Niel.

I know I am bad and selfish but really, I need to cut on my electricity expense.  

My Photography Story

I love pictures.  Taking them and being in them. 

I have invested in my gears although it was surely a pain in my pocket. The first camera I have owned was a hand me down from my mother.  It was a 35mm film camera.  The camera was enjoyable of course and there is that thrill in waiting for the pictures when I have them processed.  But that is the problem with film, you won't have the luxury of shooting anything and everything because you have to maximize the limited shots that you have bought.  And of course, you have to allocate money for developing the film.

During college, I bought my first digital camera with my money from doing research work.  I was so happy and excited I always brought it along with me.  It was a dream come true as I now have the freedom of clicking the day away not worrying of wasted money because I could instantly delete, or edit a bad picture.  But two months after I bought my camera, I found myself gearless.  My bag got slashed and my camera was down the drain.

I have acquired another handy point and shoot when I turned one at work.  It was one of my proudest buy at ebay not to mention the patience I have mustered to keep my savings intact and spare a little for necessities before acquiring one. The P&S documented my travels, occasions and gatherings.  It served its purpose and I enjoyed it a single bit.

The onset of DSLRs and professional photography craze turned me into a loon when I bought my Nikon D3000.  Frustration after frustrations have I encountered with this monster.  Five months have come yet I am not able to master let alone tame it.  Although there are some good shots but I still could not get a hang of it.  Yet I am not giving up.  I will be one great photographer one day..

wannabe photographer

So now with the P&S passed on to my brother, and I'm relying on instinct with the big pro-toy, millions of photos are stacked and wasting away my computer disk space.  I have used some photos in my travel blog but just the best usable ones, the rest are saved in my multiply for safe keeping. I'm wondering, how else could I make use of photography.  How could I make money from it?

Anyone?

Permission Denied

My mind is in a scatter.  Rebelliously chaotic. 

It has been one year since I got this post.  I feel like I'm long overdue.  I know the ropes of my job. It is sometimes too routinary. This is too automatic. I have been rated and I have exceeded beyond my boss' expectations.   I am bored. I need to go and step up my game.

People have realized that I am due to go.  Just before the previous year ended, Tom had been hinting that I go in any of his departments.  Last year he was convincing me to join the new R&D team.  But talks with Frank with HR has decided I am not ready for release.  Frank is suggesting that I stay with him but also work with Environmental Planning and Sustainability in one of its projects. So I stayed and handled a new reponsibility.

Second week of January, Frank called me into his office, told me that my name came up in the presentation of Lala, Department Manager of Program Management.  I was eyed to become a Project Development Officer.  I said no bluntly... This time around, I know that I don't want to join Progman... the work is challenging and I admit, I would just sink into danger zone if I would pursue such carreer considering that I have to go to school.  Frank agreed.

After so many realignment, Safety Solutions became my suitor as they need somebody to handle their Safety Programs.  A lot of talks with Dexter and Tom has happened to convince me.  I was considering yet worried of two things: my background is so far away from Safety and it would take too many ropes to untangle before I could find myself doing the act and I would be off track with the degree I am pursuing, I would eventually putting all my graduate school to waste.  I mean Envirronmental Engineering is totally not connected with Corporate Safety.

So I decided to talk with Frank.  Not to ask his permission but to enlight me with my dilemma.  Afterall, the old man has a lot of wisdom in his sleeve.  The offer is attractive really.  It would be a promotion (I am due in June as per schedule), as the position is for an Associate Manager.  But setting the money aside, being a Corporate Safety Officer is notch up in the Corporate Ladder.  And the training will be beneficial if and if I would leave the company... I have been visiting many job sites lately and I have seen plenty of opportunities for Safety Officers.

But even before I have talked with Frank, Tom had set foot in Frank's office and asked if he could release me and be transferred to Safety... and when he got out, he told me and Dexter that Frank does not want to release me...

Argh!!! So now what?!?! I'll be stuck here forever?  I'm rotting here!

Cookin'

I'm doing a project something I finally love and enjoy... Not that blogging does not suffice, but this time around I intend to make use of some artistic genes.  I'm still starting the thing and I haven't measured how good I will be... let's just wait for a few months...

I've been going out and about with my camera... clicking and coming up with something nice... frustrating sometimes cause in a 100 or so pictures I would only get less than 10 pictures usable.. yikes.. that's 10% efficiency..  boohoo!

But I'm enjoying this so far.. and hopefully I could reap something.

I Commit to Earth Hour

One Year Lapsed

A year ago, I walked into Operations to start my job as Frank's Technical assistant.  I was eager, vibrant and as Ate Frae put it in her Facebook post, I was the Miss I Can Do It. And now a year has passed, I learned a few things or two about each departments, have known the ropes of my job and is as bored to hell because of the routines.  I could easily plot my stress levels on ordinary months where Frank has no speaking engagements.

Now I am at a crossroads as to where I should go and where I should be.  As more departments are opening its doors, I am at a dilemma as to where I could grow the most.