Of coffee and questions
[Over-all well-being| 
That OC feeling (you know what I mean)]
[LSS| Forever Young - The Youth Group]
Oh yeah. This still exists.
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The typical one-liners:
Is it so wrong to want a Macbook?
The Ms. Chinatown pageant will be held at our office's auditorium. Huh. I don't know how I feel about that.
Why do I like Jim (The Office) so much?! He's so shaggy!
I need a vacation. A big one.
I miss dancing.
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I am in awe of you. Just pure curiosity and amazement.
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Can anyone recommend feel-good songs? I think I have too much rock in me. Or maybe it's just an overdose of Starbucks that's making me dead inside. Damn planner.
I have half a mind to complain to Starbucks, by the way. They freaking phased out my drink!!! Fuck. I was pouting yesterday when I found out. If I had known last Friday that that was the last Mocha Valencia that I will for the rest of my life, I would have drank the place dry.
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Finally, a tinge of hope. I told my boss I want to go to New York and get that "expat level of thinking"... you know, that capability to ask the proper questions, think outside the box, stump the right people. :) And ever so coolly, he turned our supposedly reconnection/evaluation meeting of my past performance as a step-by-step guide into getting into a business school in the US. He gave me a lot of tips in getting applications and aceing interviews, plus first-hand info on companies that will pay for my education once I graduated (I should look into getting jobs in those companies in the future, he said). He also gave me full access to all his books, business papers and research work when he was taking his MBA. He'll help me find the best school and financial assistance for foreigners. Not only that, since I told him I want to go to Investments or Operations, he'll tailor-fit my exposure in Plans and dwell more on product development, finance and other quantitative assignments; things that I did not dare to understand back when I was still studying Psyc.
It's good to finally have a step toward a dream. It's great to have a boss who's into real mentoring. But now I'm thinking more and more about it, I ask myself the same question he asked me: why do I want to go to business school? Should I really pursue MBA now?
This might be the most important question I need to answer in my whole life. It's not something that I could quit once I realize somewhere along the line that it's not for me. I can't afford to waste time, money and effort on something that can potentially let me into deep but is not really what I wanted.
The thought of me being in business school excites and scares me at the same time. It's different and new, but I'm not exactly sure if I have the competency to take it on. I would not dare to fail, of course, but what if I DO fail? This can possibly make or break me: graduating from it would mean victory, enhanced self-image, better connections, a ton of knowledge, precursor of success in pretty much whatever I do afterwards. Failing MBA would mean, well, failure, depression and depreciated self-worth. Am I really ready for that?
And what about Psyc? Am I just going to forget it? Taking a different path now seems stupid; I mean, I will have to take additional courses so that I will be equipped for MBA. By doing that, I seems that I have wasted by 3 years in college taking a liberal course! I should have taken Economics or Finance in the first place!
*sigh*
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By the way, I have not yet fully gauged how my boss feels about my job performance. We never got into it; we just talked about me getting to a US school and my future. So I don't have any idea if I suck. Tsss...
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Is it safe to say that I love math now?
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Something I wrote a few ages ago:
One of the many signs of being a grown-up is the capability to decide. In our younger years, such a simple task seems to spell a whole lot more. As youngsters, we don't have a say on what dress to wear or what shoes to use. We cannot dictate what we like for breakfast or what time to poo-poo (admit it, we all had to do it at a designated time). The parents ask (or more accurately command), we execute. That has been the way until we earned our freedom through having our first teen birthday.
This powerful function of an adult unfortunately wears out. The novelty becomes lackluster when you start being confused with all the decisions you have to make as time progresses. Suddenly, you are not as eager to pick out the clothes you wear (bahala na kung magmukhang basura) or when you go potty (kahit saan datnan!). It is not as fun as it used to be. It can be burdensome even.
Decision-making has lost its charm for me, at least in the real world. While I may cringe at the thought that tomorrow I may have to decide where to eat lunch again (a call that I readily pass on to others), in the corporate world, I would not mind having a say about a thing or two. In this world, I feel like a toddler again... so weak and pretty much gullible. The "parents" ask (or more accurately command), I execute. I feel that this is the way it is going to be until I have my "first teen birthday".
Maybe I should take control of this situation by taking a dump anywhere.
Hmmm, cyclic.
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Vote for the YouTube guys for Time's Person of the Year (their crime of selling out is the lesser evil compared to those of the other nominees). Or you can go for Nancy Pelosi if you're ultra-liberal. Any woman who says "no one can mess with me" and can actually instill fear is quite remarkable.
That OC feeling (you know what I mean)]
[LSS| Forever Young - The Youth Group]
Oh yeah. This still exists.
*
The typical one-liners:
*
I am in awe of you. Just pure curiosity and amazement.
*
Can anyone recommend feel-good songs? I think I have too much rock in me. Or maybe it's just an overdose of Starbucks that's making me dead inside. Damn planner.
I have half a mind to complain to Starbucks, by the way. They freaking phased out my drink!!! Fuck. I was pouting yesterday when I found out. If I had known last Friday that that was the last Mocha Valencia that I will for the rest of my life, I would have drank the place dry.
*
Finally, a tinge of hope. I told my boss I want to go to New York and get that "expat level of thinking"... you know, that capability to ask the proper questions, think outside the box, stump the right people. :) And ever so coolly, he turned our supposedly reconnection/evaluation meeting of my past performance as a step-by-step guide into getting into a business school in the US. He gave me a lot of tips in getting applications and aceing interviews, plus first-hand info on companies that will pay for my education once I graduated (I should look into getting jobs in those companies in the future, he said). He also gave me full access to all his books, business papers and research work when he was taking his MBA. He'll help me find the best school and financial assistance for foreigners. Not only that, since I told him I want to go to Investments or Operations, he'll tailor-fit my exposure in Plans and dwell more on product development, finance and other quantitative assignments; things that I did not dare to understand back when I was still studying Psyc.
It's good to finally have a step toward a dream. It's great to have a boss who's into real mentoring. But now I'm thinking more and more about it, I ask myself the same question he asked me: why do I want to go to business school? Should I really pursue MBA now?
This might be the most important question I need to answer in my whole life. It's not something that I could quit once I realize somewhere along the line that it's not for me. I can't afford to waste time, money and effort on something that can potentially let me into deep but is not really what I wanted.
The thought of me being in business school excites and scares me at the same time. It's different and new, but I'm not exactly sure if I have the competency to take it on. I would not dare to fail, of course, but what if I DO fail? This can possibly make or break me: graduating from it would mean victory, enhanced self-image, better connections, a ton of knowledge, precursor of success in pretty much whatever I do afterwards. Failing MBA would mean, well, failure, depression and depreciated self-worth. Am I really ready for that?
And what about Psyc? Am I just going to forget it? Taking a different path now seems stupid; I mean, I will have to take additional courses so that I will be equipped for MBA. By doing that, I seems that I have wasted by 3 years in college taking a liberal course! I should have taken Economics or Finance in the first place!
*sigh*
*
By the way, I have not yet fully gauged how my boss feels about my job performance. We never got into it; we just talked about me getting to a US school and my future. So I don't have any idea if I suck. Tsss...
*
Is it safe to say that I love math now?
*
Something I wrote a few ages ago:
One of the many signs of being a grown-up is the capability to decide. In our younger years, such a simple task seems to spell a whole lot more. As youngsters, we don't have a say on what dress to wear or what shoes to use. We cannot dictate what we like for breakfast or what time to poo-poo (admit it, we all had to do it at a designated time). The parents ask (or more accurately command), we execute. That has been the way until we earned our freedom through having our first teen birthday.
This powerful function of an adult unfortunately wears out. The novelty becomes lackluster when you start being confused with all the decisions you have to make as time progresses. Suddenly, you are not as eager to pick out the clothes you wear (bahala na kung magmukhang basura) or when you go potty (kahit saan datnan!). It is not as fun as it used to be. It can be burdensome even.
Decision-making has lost its charm for me, at least in the real world. While I may cringe at the thought that tomorrow I may have to decide where to eat lunch again (a call that I readily pass on to others), in the corporate world, I would not mind having a say about a thing or two. In this world, I feel like a toddler again... so weak and pretty much gullible. The "parents" ask (or more accurately command), I execute. I feel that this is the way it is going to be until I have my "first teen birthday".
Maybe I should take control of this situation by taking a dump anywhere.
Hmmm, cyclic.
*
Vote for the YouTube guys for Time's Person of the Year (their crime of selling out is the lesser evil compared to those of the other nominees). Or you can go for Nancy Pelosi if you're ultra-liberal. Any woman who says "no one can mess with me" and can actually instill fear is quite remarkable.