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Thursday, February 14, 2008 |
| You Follow Your Heart |
 You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.
You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.
Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.
You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.
Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind |
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Thursday, October 11, 2007 |
Proud to be... from UP!!!
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A comment with regard to getting a job, taken from Peyups.com:
(no offense to people from other universities....)
Re: by kareen_faye
Monday, January 26, 2004 @ 01:23:57 PM
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It may not be the only qualifying point when you look for a job, but it's definitely an added bonus if you graduated with honors. Speaking from experience (I graduated cum laude from the School of Economics), I didn't find it hard to look for jobs…in fact, there were already a lot of job offers months before the graduation. I remember one time when we applied (there're 3 of us who were all cum laude grads from UP) in one of the big financial institutions in the country – we were literally at the end of the line (believe me, there were lots of applicants at that time!)…so, anyway, suddenly the guard asked those who came from UP to go straight to the second floor…we heard somebody murmured why it has to be that way to think that we were just walk-in applicants and we even came in late…the guard explained that all applicants from UP have to fall in line separately regardless of whether they are walk-in apps or not…oh well…anyway, so at the second floor, we learned that there were already a lot of UP grads who were being interviewed right there and then. Needless to say, we passed the preliminary interview, and were immediately scheduled for the exam...I didn't work for that institution after the long and rigid application process though (I just wanted to have a feel of how to go through it with flying colors he he!)…anyway, I had a lot of experiences wherein we UP grads, especially those who have honors, are being prioritized during job hunting...and I always receive commendations for having a very good credential especially during interviews…well, the caveat is, you have to prove to them that you are, well, really good and that you make sense…not only during the interviews, but most importantly, when you are already in the workplace…So far, in my current company, we UP grads rule! We are the best! :)
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Another entry in Peyups.com that just makes a bit of a nip in my soul:
Time Heals After All
Contributed by kitetai (Edited by )
Tuesday, January 16, 2007 @ 04:11:31 AM |
When I was in high school a signature campaign was launched against me. I had no idea that it existed much less knew what I have done to make most of my batch mates hate me. It only spanned three months, but it felt like an eternity. All of my friends abandoned me and my best friend who I thought could never let me down, even promoted it. Someone confessed that most people thought I was some blabbing flirt. I was hurt, lost, angry but most of all, lonely.
It has been said that time heals. Is that so? Then why do I find myself, five years past, still pining over the betrayal of my peers, the audacity of whomever started it and the pain I felt. I could not let myself forgive much less forget. The signature campaign would be brought up by my friends every once in a while. They'll say how shallow and rash they've been, I would laugh with them. They treat it as if it was no big deal. I know it wouldn't be if I was at their side, but I wasn't. Those negative feelings always came back.
I shared this experience because it struck me in philosophy class. The topic was some sort of time is past. Truth be told, I was almost in tears. Recently the incident was brought up none other by the one who started it himself. While we were barbecuing during our back to school party, he simply said, "Alam mo, one of these days, magaapologize ako sa'yo ng big time." Blankly, I asked, "Why?" To which he replied, "Nun second year." The feelings surged. I'm such a drama queen, I've been told. That really dampened my energy. I went inside his house sat and thought things over.
I'm overly suspicious with my friends' actions now. I always asked them, where they've been, who they hang with, what they've been doing out of utter fear of being left out. Imagine me, five years ago, calling house after house of all my kabarkadas, dying a little whenever each of their parents telling me "Nasa Glorietta sila, 'di ka ba kasama?" in different wordage of course. I never learned to fully trust since. When people fail me, I always doubt that the reason was personal, that they intend to hurt me, but oftentimes I'm wrong. I would think -- if my friends back then could do it, why couldn't my friends now do it? I live my life with my past as a caution, a warning sign that people shouldn't be trusted.
"Spiro, spero" – when I breathe, I hope. This was the line that my philo professor said that triggered my recollection of events past. It was a sort of a Eureka! moment. I was alive! I was out of that dirty long-ago. While I am still here there is no reason to give up. I shouldn't give up on friends, on trust. Although we can detect trends, it is very refreshing to realize that there are real surprises in the future. I should not expect that people will betray me again, it may happen but why should I worry? As was said in class, the future escapes our grasps; I cannot control it.
I repeat to myself that the past is past but never reassuring that this meant can I begin anew. It is behind, it is done, and I don't have to carry it for the rest of my life. It's not as if nothing happened, it's just that I happened in past tense. It's quite futile to dwell on it.
Ever since we were kids, we were taught that time was one straight line. There was the past to dwell on, the present and the future the consequence of those that precede it. In philosophy, I was taught that time comes in instances, in whiles, in moments. The past was there to be acknowledged, the present to be lived and the future to be looked forward to.
I guess time does heal. I quote, "The happiness that time brings is the obliteration of the guilty past. We can take it aside. The future is not an extrapolation of the past and present." History won't necessarily repeat itself. What I do now doesn't account for everything that will happen in the future.
I am now happily in companionship with the best friends thinkable; somehow that philosophy discussion opened my eyes. I'm not completely cured with my paranoia but I'm getting there. Pretty soon, I won't need assurance and would just live.
When the madness was over and things were patched up, some anonymous person sent me a note "Everything's gonna be alright," and you know what, that encouraging soul was right.
If you know me, eh di ayus! |
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Saturday, September 29, 2007 |
Words fo Wisdom from Peyups.com Words of wisdom taken from Peyups.com for people who are having a hard time letting go. I know these lines helped me, I'm hoping else will benefit which is why I'm posting it...
"In the road of life, you may encounter a huge boulder that you think you can't get past at. You hem and haw as to how you can solve the problem. If you succeed in rolling it away, you'll have to deal with it again because it's still on the road. If you break it down, the debris might kill you. So you cry and sit on top of the boulder, thinking of how you can destroy it and then forget you ever chanced upon it. But you can't. The rocks in your life are there to remind you that nothing is perfect and you are only human. A journey isn't a journey without conflicts along the way. All you can do is brush away the dirt and continue walking. Let go and move on.
Let go and move on.
I have to say that line a thousand times more for me to believe that I have the power to let go."
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But for now I'll look so longingly
Waiting for you to want me, for you to need me
For you to notice me
-"For You to Notice" by Dashboard Confessional
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