A few weeks ago, I was making an entry about the kind of life we have in our workplace…I saved it as a draft…I was having second thoughts about publishing it…not that I am hesitant in exposing the harsh realities of life there (it was not about the dangers of chemicals, heck…why would I want to write about that…well not now, I’d probably write about that after I pass my Toxicology class…hehe)…it’s just that I was not in the proper mood when I started clicking the keys that day and so I thought that I was just blabbering. So it remained as a draft.
A while ago I read a blog entry with this title: When The Smoke Comes Out of the Chimney and Touches the Clouds. Hah! Very nice and creative title…well I thought that it was a poem. But no…it contained the same thoughts present in my draft (recall: "the harsh realities of life there"). I am not the only one affected after all. You see…this reality is disturbing to some extent…even more deleterious than the the stuff we deal with in the labs.
Our workplace is slowly becoming the microcosm of the Philippine showbiz industry in some aspects…where *everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his own. I do not know how other people react, but I find it as a poignant situation. I can no longer distinguish genuine concern from simple meddling. I do not come clean. If lightning strikes at people guilty of meddling even once in their life, I’d probably be one-fourth sunog.
If I am coming across vaguely, this is what I am talking about: G-O-S-S-I-P. It may upgrade your social status or destroy you as it acts as a social weapon.
**The word "gossip" originates from god-sib, the godparent of one’s child or parent of one’s godchildren ("god-sibling", see also sabhā), referring to a relationship of close friendship. The Oxford English Dictionary traces the usage of godsib back as far as 1014.
It is quite ironic that ***in modern times, "gossip" is now often commonly understood to mean the spreading of rumor and misinformation, often through exicted conversation over scandals. Well, there is the thing we call evolution.
Anyway, life goes on in the workplace no matter what. I’d like to parallel the situation to a networking business…when the product is good, analogous to a "hot" issue, there is an exponential growth in your downlines…only in gossiping, we don’t earn anything, we don’t earn bucks…even the respect of other people.
* Coelho’s The Alchemist
** and *** Wikipedia
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
SEGWAY...PILIPINAS KONG MAHAL
Hah…I totally forgot about this blog entry…I made this months ago and failed to post it…
“January 22
Pacman’s victory
After 13 days
February 4
Ultra stampede
Afer 13 days
February 17
Southern Leyte
landslide
After 13 days
March 2
Bakla c
Ru*t*m….”
I received this text message last Saturday and I can’t help but laugh. I was not actually laughing at the expense of the gay person, it was just that rockstar and I were betting on the event that will astound our country on March 2. Lo and behold, it was neither an implication of the brouhaha over Prcolamation 1017 nor another natural disaster, but it was that person’s revelation in the Pinoy Big Brother House.
These days, living in the Philippines is like drowning in seawater. Your cells slowly get plasmolyzed, like your energy to do your activities is slowly being sucked out of you daily, until you shrink and die. The environment here is not at the optimum level to sustain life anymore. You’re dehydrated. You want a breath of fresh air. It is already difficult to survive, how much more to have a life.
That day, I went to SM and alarmingly for people no longer interested in news, there were security personnel around. I suddenly was confused whether to feel safe or not. Actually, I was irritated. I hated the idea that sooner or later, we would be like the housemates in the Big Brother House , with Kuya a.k.a. The Dictator controlling us.
With all the incidents that took place and that are all currently taking place, here goes again the idea of leaving the country. As for me, my plan is to study and work somewhere else, outside the country. But slowly I realize that it is quite hard to do it. Amidst the terrible events that rock us, I feel like I have to make a significant contribution here before I leave. Moreover, it’s hard to leave people you’ve been with and the comforts of being with them.
When I went home and when I was about to ride the pedicab, other drivers where seated at a near bench, waiting for other passengers. The driver of my pedicab was fixing the chain and so we cannot leave yet. Then a driver, carrying a child who was seated at the bench and was eating asked me, “Ma’am saan po kayo?” And then I replied, “Sa airport apartment po.” And then he said, “Kain tayo Ma’am. Ito ang pagkain ng mga mahihirap.” There were several points in his statements. First, is the poverty that continues to inhibit us. But despite this, Filipinos are good-natured. I am sure he was sincere in his invitation. Despite the lack of stuff for themselves, Filipinos still find them to share what they have left with others.
Seeing the guards at SM made me want to leave the country right away, due to the impending instability; but having heard the pedicab driver, neutralized once again my feeling of sudden evacuation.
For me, leaving has always been an option, but coming back home is a must.
“January 22
Pacman’s victory
After 13 days
February 4
Ultra stampede
Afer 13 days
February 17
Southern Leyte
landslide
After 13 days
March 2
Bakla c
Ru*t*m….”
I received this text message last Saturday and I can’t help but laugh. I was not actually laughing at the expense of the gay person, it was just that rockstar and I were betting on the event that will astound our country on March 2. Lo and behold, it was neither an implication of the brouhaha over Prcolamation 1017 nor another natural disaster, but it was that person’s revelation in the Pinoy Big Brother House.
These days, living in the Philippines is like drowning in seawater. Your cells slowly get plasmolyzed, like your energy to do your activities is slowly being sucked out of you daily, until you shrink and die. The environment here is not at the optimum level to sustain life anymore. You’re dehydrated. You want a breath of fresh air. It is already difficult to survive, how much more to have a life.
That day, I went to SM and alarmingly for people no longer interested in news, there were security personnel around. I suddenly was confused whether to feel safe or not. Actually, I was irritated. I hated the idea that sooner or later, we would be like the housemates in the Big Brother House , with Kuya a.k.a. The Dictator controlling us.
With all the incidents that took place and that are all currently taking place, here goes again the idea of leaving the country. As for me, my plan is to study and work somewhere else, outside the country. But slowly I realize that it is quite hard to do it. Amidst the terrible events that rock us, I feel like I have to make a significant contribution here before I leave. Moreover, it’s hard to leave people you’ve been with and the comforts of being with them.
When I went home and when I was about to ride the pedicab, other drivers where seated at a near bench, waiting for other passengers. The driver of my pedicab was fixing the chain and so we cannot leave yet. Then a driver, carrying a child who was seated at the bench and was eating asked me, “Ma’am saan po kayo?” And then I replied, “Sa airport apartment po.” And then he said, “Kain tayo Ma’am. Ito ang pagkain ng mga mahihirap.” There were several points in his statements. First, is the poverty that continues to inhibit us. But despite this, Filipinos are good-natured. I am sure he was sincere in his invitation. Despite the lack of stuff for themselves, Filipinos still find them to share what they have left with others.
Seeing the guards at SM made me want to leave the country right away, due to the impending instability; but having heard the pedicab driver, neutralized once again my feeling of sudden evacuation.
For me, leaving has always been an option, but coming back home is a must.
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