Still stuck here. :(

It's almost Christmas and in a few hours we will be having our family Noche Buena at home and here I am still stuck in our pad in Cebu. I was supposed to go home yesterday, supercat at 4:40 pm but I was not able to catch up. Apparently, it left on time and it was my fault because I had my last-minute shopping for gifts and pasalubong plus the traffic which was very much expected this time of the year, and so when I arrived in Pier 4, the guard refused to let me in and declared the vessel was already for boarding. I had no choice but to go to the ticketing area hoping that I could still reschedule for today but obviously all trips today were fullybooked already few days ago. Weesam was also fullybooked as well as all other vessels including those destined for other towns in Leyte. I was desperate. I could not imagine spending my Christmas away from my family, and alone in my pad. No way. So I went to SM, left my luggage in Traveler's Lounge. I had to make sure, so I searched for a ticketing agency for planes. When I arrived in Skyliner, I was informed that the one and only flight for Tacloban today was fullybooked too. I was hopeless but I kept praying and waited for my priority number. Thankfully, before my number was called, I was informed again that there are still available tickets for Cebu Pacific Flight for Tacloban today at 3:10PM. Whew! Then I was thinking of the vhire afterwards, if there will still be trips from Tacloban to Ormoc upon my arrival. That would be around 4:00pm already. I have to endure around 2 hours or more to reach home. Oh God be with me. I really need to be home. Crossing fingers for now. :)

Quarter Life Crisis

The holidays is fast approaching and here I am still unable to sleep and speechless of everything that has happened since the start of the year. Listening to a classic song, The Best of Me by David Foster, not that I can totally relate to the song, I am really pondering to the deepest sense I am capable of, nonetheless I cannot fathom God's plan for me and for the rest of the years to come.

Yesterday, I went to TTSP to claim my certificate of employment and some other important things when I realized upon reaching Balamban that indeed, I was not remorseful with my decision to leave my previous job. Every memory I thought I may have forgotten went back, how I weighed things up, how I viewed every possibility and it all ended to simply quitting my job because I need to further explore myself in relation to my chosen profession and passion as well. Though a lot of factors I have also considered during those times of dilemma, I guess those will remain undisclosed due to its sensitivity. When I reached the Industrial Park, I was somehow reminded why I held on to my job for almost a couple of years, and yes it mattered. It mattered so much that I know my stay there was irrevocably memorable. I don't find it hard to admit that I missed my friends, my cubicle, my jogging place, my former room, my environment around CIPDI, my previous paradigm, but I don't find it hard to admit either that back then when I handed my letter of resignation, I was extremely excited to get out and leave so that I can finally trail another road. Yesterday I realized that there are things I have to let go, no matter how painful it would be, that I have to cherish life today because these are just mere consequences of the decisions I have made before, that my friends that were part in molding my life before will still have a part in me today but a lot more different than that of the days I spent in Balamban. Change, always constant, I know. I just miss them. Our bond, our silly times, everything. It was a pack I will forever cherish. Three quarters of my 2011 were spent with them, and my birthday last March was one of the best! I have found real good friends in such an unusual pack.

I am not remorseful with my current job either. I am even happy and fulfilled I am finally pacing the road I wanted to walk on. I have been passionately exerting my best effort to learn and as well as enjoy what I have been doing. I can feel the sense of fulfillment in every project I'd finished and it's totally overwhelming to see my work in the computer monitor. My Master's Degree started with twists and turns with all the time constrictions and countless tasks in the office and in school. Just like those times in TTSP when I would ask myself if I am still doing the right thing, I would still ask myself the exact question now, but then my answer before totally differs from my answer now. All I know was that everything before was uncertain which is very much unlikely to my situation now wherein I would just relax and tell myself that whatever struggles I am undergoing now, will result to a better tomorrow, that someday, I know, I will have something to harvest worthy of my struggles now. Should I continue doing this? Of course. There is no point returning, only another left turn or right perhaps. 

I am looking forward to another turn next year. Still uncertain for a lot of things but then I would simply look up to the heavens and lift up to Him everything. He gave this to me, I have no doubt about that. It will still be the same learning but a little further and I know I have to allow growth a lot faster now. I can't believe how this year created a maze in me. I am thankful to the Lord for everything. I have no idea how and why He has given all these to me now, and I don't even know if I will ever found out the answers to my countless questions, I just have to trust Him more fully. I have gone this far because of Him, and I don't think I can go a lot more farther without Him. Saving the best for next year, excited, crossing fingers, keeping my feet on the ground. Everything will be just fine.

Bitter much, spare me.

From the overused idiomatic expression, I have been thinking if the recent turn out of events can be well considered as a perfect example of the subject. A supposedly healthy competition which I think resulted to a bitter one. 

 

We all know that life is a race and from time to time, we encounter competitions from the small ones like parking spaces to a rather huge and delicate stuff. Job vacancies, for example. A friend of mine recently told me about a newly opened US-based firm here in our locality. As opportunity-driven and go-getter as I am, I immediately applied through e-mail, and apparently, got accepted. 

But then the story was not as easy as it seemed. My two colleagues applied too. Unfortunately, one copied my resume format, with all the font type, font size, margins, arrangement of details and even the indention. I could have been furious. It was plagiarism. That resume was supposedly my trademark. I have had that format ever since I learned how to creatively advertise myself way back in my English class in college. But I thought may be I could let it pass, after all, he swore he would submit another entry with another format. He did actually.

We were all interviewed on the same day but with different time slot. The colleague who copied my resume was interviewed first, before my time slot, then the last one was our other colleague. I almost thought I wouldn't make it, I was almost late, and I did not prepare any answer to the possible questions. I admit I had a set of possible questions studied beforehand, given actually by the same colleague, but every time I'd think for a perfect answer, I could not come up with any, so I decided to go with the flow and just be myself. I think I have handled it well, apparently, my application was a success, I received an email about a possible position while my two other colleagues did not receive any. It was supposedly not a big deal, or so I thought.

Things went worse when I would hear bitter comments like, I got accepted because I'm a woman and the interviewees were men, stuff like those which involves how I dressed up, in other words, he noted a lame reason for my acceptance. I would not have made a big fuss out of such negative feedbacks, but then, he was too coward, and too bitter to have ranted it over to someone who maliciously spread those small stuff which eventually reach my ears. The worst thing is, he even made a lot more stories which are beyond what I expected from a professional like him. 


I guess other details should remain undisclosed as I still prefer to leave a mark of moral values in his personality.

Yes, I got accepted, but no, I won't be explaining how and why I think I got the slot, that would be the sole job of the interviewees who, I guess, found a potential in me. I would not say I am smart, because I believe that the moment I consider myself brilliant, that would be the moment I'd have to be dull. All I want to emphasize is that, losing entails an act of humility. When you lose, you are supposed to acknowledge your weakness, and not point-out the flaws or even the strength of others which you think caused your defeat. It is all about you, no one else but you, not me and neither the judges. In a running race, for example, when you place second, you don't blame the first one to have defeated you because he runs faster, you have to blame yourself because you ran slower than he did. It's always a matter of perceptions and viewpoints.

I managed to let go of his plagiarism with my resume, even this, I know I ought to forgive. It's Christmas, and instead of counting all the bad experiences, I should remember all the blessings received and the coming ones. But trust will never be restored. I have finally uncovered his concealed identity. It's not always right to hate people, but I am making sure I am not hating him, I just don't care removing him from my so-called trusted friends.

My Honduran Curly Hair

I have been fascinated with my Honduran Curly Hair (Brachypelma albopilosum) for more than a year now. It has been with me since October 18, 2011, it was still an inch big then. It was a gift actually and I never thought I'd be more than delighted having such mini pet. During my start, I had no idea how to really take care of this sensitive creature, but google's always ready to answer my countless q's. Today, my tee (as what I always prefer to call my little angel) is more than 4 inches big. It's kept inside a terrarium about 8 inches cube and provided with a mini pool for her hydration. By the way, she's a she and I'm glad about it because in their world, the females are always dominant than the males. The females are most of the time, larger and more vibrant in colors than the males. :)


Anyway, my tee is a terrestrial type, thus it's more than a crawler than a climber and needs a larger enclosure compared to other types. What I love most in her is her calmness and her ability to adapt with people. She seems friendly as she almost always allow people to hold her and even crawl on their arms. I have tried allowing her to crawl in my arms once but her huge physique was somehow not tolerable in my small arms. Based on what I have read from care sheets available in search engines, this specie has lower toxins and are less dangerous. I haven't heard anyone killed with its bites, and so far, with all my previous officemates so anxious to hold her, no one was bitten.

This was her in her enclosure, first few months

My tee is my first ever pet aside from our family dog. I consider her my diversion but not much of a passion. When I was still in TTSP, she was kept hidden inside a wooden compartment. I would provide her with feeders roaches a.k.a. lateralis, about half the size of her body, almost twice a day depending on the availability. I am always thrilled seeing her grab her food just like any other predator. 

For more than a year, here's actually what I have learned about her:

1. She has the cutest defense mechanism. She has this manner of raising up either of her two hind legs to rub it on her butt and secrete a powdery stuff which I think I am very allergic of because I will be itching and scratching my neck and arms after that. This happens always when I would try to play with her by poking her back. hahaha.
2. She knows when she's free or not and she knows how to resist captivity when freed. Just like any other creature, she's brilliant enough to find an escape and in fact, she once got out from her enclosure and I was really having a hard time of putting her back in it. She was also freed once and was made to crawl on a broad paved area of our covered court in TTSP. When it was her time to go back to her enclosure, she would simply resist crawling into my friend's hand because she knew she would be again my captive. 
3. I would know if she is about to molt because aside from her decreased appetite, she would dig up a burrow and hid herself there. After a few days, tsadah! her molted skins! 
4. She's not the perfect climber. She's been trying to climb the glass walls in her enclosure and I would just giggle watching her slide every now and then. There was one time she got out of her old enclosure hidden in my drawer, she was awfully crawling on one of the my wooden table's stand. She was really trying hard to land safely and I was preparing myself for her fall just in case. Thankfully, she made it to the floor safe and into her enclosure. whew!
5. Her breed is for beginners but just like other tarantulas, it's always better to be very extra careful handling them because once they are dropped, and their abdomen is cracked, they are considered dead.

For now, my Honduran Curly Hair consumes 3 adult roaches per meal. She eats almost once a day or once in every two days with her pool of water always filled. Though many spider lings of her breed are available these days, I still look forward to mate her and see another sets of her breed someday. By the way, I had a Singapore Blue (Lampropelma violaceopes) once, but unfortunately, it died when it was still a month old, still very tiny I can't tell her gender yet.

It was supposed to look like this when it matures but then the happenings were so sudden, I guess it was due to lack of moisture or perhaps the room's too cold (air-conditioned), I had no idea. Anyway, I think I am not ready for more aggressive breeds yet, may be someday.

Moving on, one step forward

I was crossing my fingers as I felt nostalgia upon entering the gates of my old alma mater. It was familiar still despite of the changes that took place in just a couple of years. The process was not as easy as I expected. But accomplishing all the requirements as I went back from work to school vice versa taught me one thing - in order to remain grounded, I have to experience difficulties; my struggles today reminded me that I am a normal being, that I do have to cross those mountains in order for me to feel the ground with every climb I make.


Today could be the start of another journey, the main reason why I left my former job, to pursue postgraduate studies. And the song embedded above deeply portrays the euphoric sensation I am in right now for finally having enrolled in three subjects under Master's of Engineering in Civil Engineering, specializing in Structural and Geotechnical Engineering. I know it will be a tough challenge.


So here's the lyrics which gave more meaning to my unexpected but well-thought out decision, with which I was able to finally cross over from my dreamland to reality: 

He will paint the light and shades
The colours and the trees
He will climb the steepest hill
Believing what he sees
He will lay down on the ground
Beneath the old oak tree
He will sleep forever
If you try to set him free

Sail on the wings of a cloud
Where to, well nobody knows
And cry, cry if you want them to see
Die every day to be free
Be proud to wear the colours that you call your own
Be loud, speak out when you want the world to know
Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see
Be weak, if you want to love.

He will paint the endless sea.
A mystery to me
He will reach out for the sun,
Not dreaming what he sees
He will fall down on his knees
Angel touching ground
Takes him to the other side
Sweet love is coming down.

The song rather depicts the great risk of learning to explore the world, to discover what is yet to be discovered and search for the most important piece in the puzzle of life. Of course it will take detours, and we have to stumble from time to time, understand that nothing is easy, and learn to accept the circumstances of our decisions.

For my recent cross over, these things has been noted:

1. Intuition plays an important role in decision making. We have to trust our instinct and believe that it's one of the most mysterious thing in our existence. When I decided to finally let go of my comfort zone in TTSP, I knew then it was the right time. Indeed, the transition was smooth.
2. God's providence never fails anyone. Just as long as the time is right and we feel that we deserve what we are asking, He will answer in an unexpected and bulk blessings. He guides our intuition all the time, and He will always be the sole reason why I would depend on my instinct in times of dire need.
3. I know who my real friends are and happy to note that they are actually gems worth keeping. I know the fakes and I know the competitors, the bitter and those with hidden agenda as well, in all sorts of factors. Nevertheless, I credit them for making a worthwhile environment.
4. Decisions should never be made when we are at the peak of our emotion. EVER. Many times, during one of our team meeting in the office, I was tempted to open up and just say I want to quit but then I held my thoughts to allow chances to myself and to the concerned individuals as well. As it turned out, the right time came few more months later.
5. and lastly, as always, there is no perfect place, no perfect job, no perfect group of people. It's a matter of choosing which would you allow to tear you into pieces that's most acceptable. There has to be something to give up and let go and accept new things, eventually learn to love them as they are. and of course, we have to do what we long to do and stay afloat in the sail of life.

I am way far from the real thing. I have yet to discover a lot of things for my half-filled cup. I have asked myself before, would these things matter in the many years to come? of course, that's why I am virtually pouring out all these, that in time, I will have to laugh reading these posts. :)

Keeping the memories alive

From my batch, my friends, and a few who have been oh so dear to me. Super lucky to have them. The warm goodbyes were very overwhelming.

So to save the memories, I have here written, their messages from my uniform during my last day in TTSP. 

The uniform I was using wednesday.

unwashed. :) 

Aisa, Goodluck to your chosen path. We know that para na sa imong kaayuhan. Treasure the moments sa mga pinagsamahan. And Hopefully keep in touch gihapon namu. God bless you always. 

-BEAU

Dear Isamarch,

Kini nga message akong gisuwat tungod kay naa ko pentelpen. ^_^. Good luck lang ah. TC always, God bless you.

"HAPAK"

"GRRRR"

"BWAHAHA"

Dili na mi kita ani sa email. ^_^

Your batchmate,

-MIKEZ

Aiz, 

Kung saan ka masaya, te, suportaan ta ka.... Cge bye!!! Apas lang ko...

-CONDZ RADZ

Aiz!

Thanks sa tanan! Di nalang ko enumerate kay pangitaon! hehe, bitaw thanks! Thanks au sa friendship nga nisamot pag-abot nato :) God bless Aiz in your new adventure. We are so happy for you. I wish makamit nimu tanan desire sa imo heart. Yngatz always! See you sa city. Kuha gihapon ko obagi ha!! hehehe. I'm gonna miss you Aiz! Anad2x guro ni para sa future larga! :)

-TINY

Sayonara my manita.

-RENREN

Ais,


mamis nako imo sumbag ug hapak. hehe. bitaw take care always and God bless sa imung new career.

-RHENZ

 Ais,

ala na mi kabatch na maldita...yehey!!! bitaw, ayo2x ug amping kanunay...

P.S. ayaw kalimot hatag sa SF.

-PAULA 

Babes,

I never knew I could miss a person this much. But that's what I felt by just the thought of you leaving. =( But seeing you happy is more important. May the Lord fulfill the desires of your heart. Stay bubbly and Sexy and beautiful and . . . .  =)

:You will always remain in here --->  <3

XOXO,

-BRAD CHECHE

Hi Ais!!!

Good luck and God bless sa imo new journey. May you find happiness and contentment in your career. Take care of yourself always. =)

-THEA

Aisa,

Treat your TTSP XP as a humble beginning (Bisag layo ra sa imo field) and your friendship with us a once in a lifetime and forever worth reminiscing memory...Good luck and God bless sa imo new found career. Stay healthy! 

-JAC

Ais,

Thank you so much for everything, your life is a blessing to us. I will miss you ais. Love you. Sharing to you. Jer.29:22 God bless!

-ANN

Hello Ais...

Salamat sa friendship amping lang pirmi. God bless you...Sul-uba ni inig laag nimo sa SM.. Hehe

-ANDREW

Gaw =)

Happy sail-out! Enjoy life and God bless..

-ABZ

Hello Gamay,

Actions bound by our decision. Always have faith and enjoy the thrill of life. God bless...

Till we meet next time =)

-KUYA SONJ  (with tarantula drawings aweeee)

Hello Aiz,

May you completely find the desires of your heart. God bless you always.

-ARCS

Aiz,

Bye... BIsan di na ta magkita, you will always remain in my huna2x... =)

God bless!

-MARC

Isamarch,

God bless sa new career. Thanks sa friendship, for all the chikas and kilig2x.. hehe.. we will miss you

-KIM

Sa bawat hakbang mo palayo sa lugar na to, iyong gunitain at sariwain and mga sandaling pinagsamahan ng ating pangkat. Samahan na pinagtibay ng kapatiran. Wag mong kalimutan itong munting kaibigan na pinalaki ang puso ng iyong presensya.

Ang iyong munting anghel,

-TATA SANTINO A.K.A. HARVEY

In life there are people that would pass us by, leave us and make us cry. But, keep this message close to your heart. We cry because we love the person that have embarked... See you soon!

Angel # 8,

-JAEL

 Ais!!!

Since dili na man jud mapugngan, hala go!.. hehe.. Just want you to know that you've been a good friend to me. Wish you all the luck and God bless. Ü

-ANINAX

As I copied all these messages, my heart was filled with awe, with how blessed I am, surrounded with people like them. Yes, I am keeping in touch through fb, emails, yes, I still have your birthday gifts, and I will always cherish our bondings, our moments. Guys, thank you for everything! By the way, first time in history na siguro ni nga medyo taas2 ang message ni rodell contrary to what has always been his trademark of one-liner greetings. :)

I will be seeing you very soon! :)

For the benefit of my poor memory

My farewell drama to the pack who taught me how to love a paradigm of diversified individuals, who challenged me to do better everyday and who opened up another dimension of possibilities, dreams and realities. With much love and sincerity, this article has been composed days before my farewell to them and eventually was done few hours before I made my final adieu.

My Journey, My Struggles, My Choices: No Holds Barred

The Starting Point

I entered the review center room with confidence that I will make it. Not the board exam but the preliminary examination for Tsuneishi Technical Services Philippines Inc. I answered all the questions with intense feeling of fulfillment. I was relaxed. That was August 2009. Who would have thought that I would seriously give myself a chance to work here? Nevertheless, I went miles as I undergo all the tedious procedures just to be chosen among the hundreds of candidates, mostly reviewees like me aiming for the best spot. I felt the star danced with me as I read the text message confirming my acceptance. I knew then, it was the start of my journey to the real world.

The Road Less Traveled


Thought sank in just a few days after my first day – the road I have chosen to explore was way different from what I have expected. I was crying almost every night because I was desperate to quit. But I was too weak to do it. Along with the daily undertakings I went through, I have managed to face the consequences of my choice calmly. I knew God was part of it. He gave me what I have asked and prayed for. I looked at every positive thing to consider and I stayed here. I gave myself a chance to get to know my work better and accepted the challenge of learning the Mould Lofting job. It was not an easy task. The terminologies were cracking up my nerves. The different orientations of numerous plans and drawings covering up my table were messing my entire cubicle the way it seemingly messed up my whole emotional balance. I would write in my journal pouring out all my frustrations in myself, my choices and my decisions. I would talk to my parents and enumerate all the experiences I had dealing with my work, the people around and the environment; and they would always encourage me to continue and cope up because I was born a fighter. I did. I managed to stay firm in this battlefield. For a year and almost 9 months, I knew I have enjoyed. My stay was a lot more worthwhile than anyone can credit.

The Dilemma and the Choice


Almost exactly a year ago, I wrote my Resignation Letter for a sole reason – I want to pursue post graduate studies. But I was not able to print it out because I was, again, too weak to quit. Struggling positively, I waited for the right time, always telling myself that I will never stay here for too long. Just a few weeks ago, I was on my normal daily routine when suddenly, after staring blankly into my monitor, I came to a realization – I am no longer happy dealing with NC pieces. I am longing for buildings, houses and other infrastructures. But still, I was faced with a dilemma – two roads diverged with an insurmountable boundary. One, to pursue my post graduate studies and practice structural/civil engineering and two, to continue what I have started here and increase my skill level by learning the different softwares globally used. I applied for several firms, all related with ship designs except for one – a structural firm owned by a former instructor. Fate was playful, because I was left to choose between another well-known Ship Design Firm in Cebu City and a Structural Firm. I decided – this is my chance to pursue what I have long been missing, so I grabbed the opportunity as I got accepted in the Structural Firm, turning down one of the best Ship Design Firm in Asia. That was September 10, 2011 – one of the most fulfilling days I had. I cancelled my filed undertime for Monday (September 12, 2011) because I was looking forward to finally printing my long-time saved Resignation Letter.

The Transition: My Thoughts to Actions


First thing’s first. Immediately after the bell rang, Monday (September 12, 2011), I printed out my official letter of farewell, and handed it to my Supervisor with a smile. Right then, when the words silently came out of my mouth, I knew he was not expecting it. He was smiling as well. We had a sort of formal interview and I honestly answered all his questions, mostly why’s. The news spread like magic just as the cliché goes, news has wings. I knew a lot were wondering, and perhaps assuming a lot of things. I, myself, was not expecting I would be resigning this soon. But I knew I have to. That feeling of excitement towards something you have been planning to do and yet it took you so many months to finally accomplish it. I saw my colleagues’ smiles along with their never-ending questions of why’s. Yes, it made me feel at ease when someone would just say, “You did the right thing!” because despite of the very fact that they don’t know what I am undergoing, they still managed to share some positive viewpoints which made me a lot more inspired to continue what I have just started.

Reasons Behind


Career and Studies – my priority as of the moment; oftentimes I am asked where would I go, will I join the famous newly established in Cebu but US based Fluor Daniel? Will I be in the very well known Keppel Singmarine? Will I go immediately to what they consider as the greener pasture Singapore? Neither. I am merely following my heart’s desire to finally enjoy and reap the fruits of my five-year hard-earned piece of parchment a.k.a. diploma and eventually, under God’s grace, learn more on how to further enhance His blessings. In fact, I won’t be enjoying a higher compensation but I will be indulging myself on a stressful paradigm which badly needs my time management more than I need it here. It is a great risk indeed. I will be getting out from my own comfort zone as I will have to race with a vast and widely established world outside, a lot different than what I have enjoyed here. I have fears and as far as my emotional health is concerned, I am still coping with such. I am simply hoping that with God’s help, everything will turn out just fine.

This is It!
I will be missing a lot of things here, a lot of people. My batch mates who eventually turned out to be my friends and confidante in all sorts of fun, giggles and sweet nothings, be it in the mail or during our bonding anywhere here. I will surely miss our kulitan, suntukan, hiyawan, kantsawan and every little thing we did. I will miss our dinner together in GY, Videoke, the breath-taking breeze in Toledo Baywalk which turned out to be one freaking experience with them, the batchoy moments during our first few months here, the birthday parties, the cakes and the surprises, the anniversary celebrations and most of all, the friendship I had with them. I will miss my teammates, my Onboard Mag family. I will miss writing articles. I will miss organizing dinners, get-togethers, valentine’s group dates, and outings. I will miss my room, my usual jogging. I will miss everything. My stay here taught me a lot of things. Life is an adventure, a race. I simply want to explore and find my happiness where I can race properly. I have no idea if I will make it to the finish line victorious, but one thing’s for sure, God is always there ready to embrace in whatever struggles I will be facing. With all the life’s principles and definitions, I would rather say that our existence matters not on what we have but how we feel. I am considering my TTSP experience, a detour, but a fruitful and adventurous one.

So long friends! God Bless! Ciao! XOXO

That was it. I think I was able to express my thoughts. Though my initial plan was to include some not-so-good observations but then, during the process of composing this, the angelic side of me prevailed. After sending my farewell speech to my selected colleagues, I received remarks such as: 

1. Ais, di pa diay  mi pwede muresign kay di pa mn mi kamao mubuhat ani.

2. Ais, quit engineering, pursue journalism. (toink, I know I'm not as gifted as Maria Ressa. hihi, oh well, we're engineers.. haha kidding, half meant :p)

heart-warming indeed and so, I can't just let time erase these mem'ries, and here I am blogging again for the very nth time. 

I was actually searching for my old blogs when I realized that most of them I have  already deactivated  when I was on my job hunting mode way back a couple of years ago since I was planning not to leave a trace of my immature side in cyberspace in case my prospective employer would just google my name. I even tried googling my name then, I still do it now, to check if there are links that would lead my  identity to any malicious and indecent cyber articles and the likes. But anyway, I still have my wordpress though and my old blogger which is filled with Daily Scriptures which is way back 2008, not so updated. I remember I made another blog a few months ago, I was still in TTSP that time and I wanted to pour out my observations but then I had to change my mind so instead of ranting, I only had a starter article and I think it was never followed with another post. I just couldn't remember the domain and even the add. tsk, an epic fail of me. But anyway, I only used it once, I might have deactivated it after all. I wanted to create another blog from my wordpress account but then something's always wrong. I might as well extend my patience and bear with my ojt experience blog and my blogthings collection in the mean time. Hopefully, this will be my constant abode here in the blogger world.  

Recalling my TTSP days

Why the title. the ice. and breaking it. Yes, I miss hearing the name. For almost a month now I haven't heard anyone calling me with such - icc, ice. I miss my former company, nevertheless, I am not remorseful with my choices. Today, I realized how blessed I am for having stayed in TTSP even for a short period of time. My former job showed me that no journey is easy. and choosing which burden you would rather joyfully carry matters a lot.

Recalling back, I can still imagine the Bravo Road. I have been used to arriving here every sunday night for my work every week. This has also been my running tracks for almost two years. I miss the place. I actually miss running here. I miss walking here alone after my overtime to buy my dinner outside. This road has also been a witness to my late night walks from gimiks, gatherings and baywalk leisure. And how can I forget the Tenshin Dormitory.


My comfort zone. The dorm is composed of 44 rooms with toilet and bath each, a small fridge where I store my bottle of red wine, fruits, yogurt, chocolates and milk and a 14' TV set with cable connection. Oh I must forgot, it is well ventilated and provided with an aircon. Basically, my daily routine was to wake up with my annoying alarm at 6:00am, hit the snooze a million times, and when the clock strikes 6:30, I have no choice, I have to get ready. It will take me almost 30 minutes to take a bath, 15minutes to change, and 15minutes to eat so that by 7:40, I am in my office cubicle doing some random preparation for the day. Most of the time, a few minutes is spent bonding with officemates.

Just like this. I so miss them.

The day would just pass simply spent on deliveries, repairs, owner's comments, sometimes, yard inspection-the so called Quality Patrol. That was my daily work routine. WAS. For several months I have been taught to strictly follow rules and regulations which are supposedly for the betterment of everyone, including the company itself.

I am supposed to write more but I need to continue what I am doing now.
So long! :)