Victimized Jobhunter

I was about to grab some snacks at Jollibee when I set eyes on a distinct young aged fellow among the huge number of passer-bys. He was wearing faded jeans (which was troo loose for him) and an out-of-fashion boldly printed shirt. He was distinct not because of his clothes but because of his noticeable behavior. He was walking repeatedly in slow paced from left to right, panting and sighing while trying to dial a friend to rescue him using his 5110 mobile phone (just so you know, that's the oldest handset I know). Anyway, why rescue? His wallet was stolen! Tsk Tsk. More than the feeling of shame, he was in great shock after losing evrything he's got! The snatcher must be really in great need of money... victimizing even those who would be seen as a poor and 'probinsyano' (I know he's from the province because of his customary clothes). He was seeking for job (with this I am sure because along with him is an old transparent folder with an NBI clerance and other essential documents necessary for anyone to land a job). Tsk Tsk. Poor one... I just hope for him to find his way back to where he came from soon (perhaps by walking?LOL)

****I always win free fries or a sundae everytime I eat in Jollibee... please highlight 'EVERYTIME'...LOL. I'm soooo lucky!!!****

Never Ride an Ordinary Bus

I just have to 'commend' buses with Ali Mall-Naga route. Sigh! Even if I'm saving or in short of cash, I would never ever settle on ordinary buses. They're cheap indeed... but you have to be prepared to endure the agony of the bus' flip and forceful breaks, shake upside down, and even the constantly heartbeat raising left-right turns! Grr...The unfortunate thing is that on the course of the travel, a huge heavy bag fell straight to me face! It was hung above where I was seated together with a number of other bags and it just jumped over the moment the bus made a right turn. Man, I was the passengers' laughingstock! Tsk Tsk.

Don't worry... here's the catch.. ordinary buses have built-in TVs with DVD players. The problem is, the stereo's volume could only the first row of the passenger seat. And.... yeah! I forgot, the movies are pirated copies of 1980's Filipino films... when Dolphy was still a minor!!!LOL.

First week of work

It's been a while since I posted an entry here in my blog. As mush as I wanted so badly to document every event in my life in this blog, the company I'm working with is very serious about it's core value of integrity and confidentiality. Living here in Manila is keeps me busy, leaving me no time to even check my email. I enjoying everything though. It may seem to be quite difficult for a newly graduate, fragile and stupid (for now) man like me to live independently in the country's business zones... but I think I can do it.

Last week was my first week of work at Accenture. I just attended some seminars and trainings (sorry if I could not disclose the topics since they are of high confidentiality). The training was quite easy, especially knowing that I'm still at the 'bench' (that means, I'm not yet deployed in any project). Basically, a typical day for me at work would just be a struggle to kill time, or a 'bountiful' day in some important trainings. I'm really enjoying being with the accenture staff. They're like my Ulupong friends raised to the tenth power. They're hilarious and very accomodating. There's no dull moment when they're talking to us new recruits.

The only difficult thing about work is when it comes to travelling from home to work and vice versa. It would take me 2-3 rides (plus more than a kilometer walk) to reach the 37th floor of a huge building there in Ortigas. Even if I would always wake up before 4 in the morning to prepare for work, there's no assurance that I'll arrive at 8 o'clock or even earlier for work. I have to ride the jeep (which is usually stuck in a traffic) and after crossing three huge malls, the MRT (which is usually flocked by unimaginable number of passengers). My G-pass really could'nt help much in my easy access to the MRT. A typical day would mean a day to forcefuly hit my entire body with the others' just to easily get through the 'hindi mahulugang karayom na train'.

Moving forward... (=P), I'm now living with a close realtive here in Quezon City. They're just so hospitable and kind that they have let me come into their lives. With their kind offer for me to stay with them, I was privileged to utilize an airconditioned room, washing machine, refrigerator, internet-connected PC, IT and Programming books, lots of food, and other life necessities (e.i. celfone load and cable TV...LOL). With this, staying in this new terrain is just as simple as counting from one to ten.