Damn it. My mom wants me to find a job.
At the point of my 5 month hiatus, I came into a research paper assignment by our English 2 (Research Writing) as the Recitation and Assignment for the finals. Our Professor chose Schizophrenia from an array of topic we wrote.
I got a good book for it entitled “Essentials of Abnormal Psychology, 4the Edition.” It’s one of the best and the latest in the field of Psychology.
At a day before the due date, someone idiotically put my bag on the floor with such carelessness and broke the glass jar container containing formalin + a frog for my Zoology (Zoo1) class. So I’m really bummed out.
I’ve applied to this company that wants to hire research writers… Wish me luck. If not, I’ll look for a job the old fashion way.
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I’ve been picky when choosing a job. My first criterion is that it must not be Jolibee nor McDonald’s. My second, It should be paying me with no cost on my part. Somehow, I got what I deserve and got employed at Mr. Donut, TriNoMa branch.
Now, my criterion becomes general. I will avoid all food establishment… Amen.
The costumers of the store have a big and a very wrong perception that the store is a fast food. It’s not a fas food, its a cafe…
Being an employee of the said store in the said mall was not a trip to the park.
It’s all blood and sweat. You have to smile uncontrollably with or without a costumer, look like an idiot to the costumer, and beg them to be served by you. It’s really infuriating and gives you the urge to get a gun and kill them all nevertheless, I have meet some interesting people, but they seem to arrive very rarely, about 2 every five months, my whole contract.
I’m not saying that the rest are pompous ingrates, they’re just not quite right that’s all.
During that five month hiatus…
During my work, there were times wherein I almost kill myself, in a figurative way, but I still stood up and head towards the finish as fast as I can and I finished.
Around my fourth month of work, I wittingly tried out for The Advocate, the college newspaper… It was thrilling, but then.. too much work and no play made me dull all day. That made me bored with life and a little uncooperative… Damn.
Surely I’ll pull myself together.
I’m really confused right now. I dont know if I should quit or if I should stay [in my part-time job]. There are times that I felt like quitting but as I kept testing fate, it seems to go against me.
What? Does God want me to break myself into a million pieces? [AN: still havent finished James Fray's book "In a Million Little Pieces"]
I went into an NSTP seminar recently [before wiritng this blog post], good thing I did not sleep [like I usually do nowadays] or else I would never get the answer….
“Our hearts are NOT fatigued, thats the most important thing!”
-Micheal Jordan of Chicago Bulls
It was when the speaker was showing us the Power to Make a Choice and it’s relationships in establishing leaders anchored by faith. Some of you may have guessed it right, those seminars are the ones you see on TV wherin the speaker is totally into it and oh so praising the Lord. At first it was horrendous to the fact that a group called Christ Youth in Action would be inside a non-sectarian school, but then I saw the heart of it; not only that the thing that they were talking about is true for Christians, but also true for others.
Amen to that.
But that dosent change the fact that I think the other stuff there are corny and so unnecessary, you can energize in other ways than a come-and-articipate-with-us song and dance number!
Before reading this blog entry, I was going to write my resignation letter. But I stopped halfway because my reason is sooo lame.
“I would like to resign my position as a Store Team Member from Mister Donut TriNoMa branch. I would like to be as effective as soon as possible.
I have found out that I have too many responsibilities“
The ones in red are not actually written yet. Why is the reason lame? There is no such thing as “too many” but “too many to handle”. Base on my self evaluation, I can still browse the internet regularly [not rarely] even if I have am a working student….. Therefore the problem is within me.
So I swore to myself that This will be the last time I’ll blog then I’ll make a major comeback! {I still have 3 months. 3 is my monthsary}.
I will give a grandeur of a show. Wish me Luck!
[special mention to this blog entry. I love it!]
[This was started a long time in the past, then finished as of now]
[June 28-July 4]I was shocked when I learned again that my ECG will not be released until 2 days from its print.
This was really weird for me since because I had 2 ECGs prior to this one. It must be my Acetylcholine [memory neurotransmitter] again. It’s completely embarrassing, I just took an absence in my schedule because of that.
I’m so exhausted with all the things happening to me. My job, my passion, my responsibilities and my life.
I wish it will all slow down to let me take care of them all one at a time. I wish I was Chronos from The Mask (TV cartoon series) or Flash from Justice League (Cartoon). Whatever it is, I try and try and somewhat successfully achieve to be overly efficient in everything I do, even if I read in a book that one of the things that can make a person prone to heart attacks is the desire/activity to be multi-tasking [+ the small space under my left eye is twitching madly involuntarily/palpitating], I still do it because life is too short for me.
While getting notes for the English [Composition Writing] class, I happen to cross thoughts again on one of my deep contemplation. The thing about opportunity costs.
It may take me about five minutes in copying all the notes from two books to about two pages of my my notebook, but seconds in photocopying them for a little price of 1.50 php [lower than .01 USD].
I choose to copy them by hand.
I was almost late for my PE class last June 19. When I finally hailed a jeepney going to school, I somehow noticed that the driver was different. When I finally got in, I found out why.
He was actually a she
While being in her jeepney, I knew what the exact fare from the place I rode to the place I’ll land: 12php [lower than .1USD]. The whole journey was so long that I slept the whole way and had difficulty in waking up when it was time to go out.

















































