Lesson Learned

Last night while I was doing my nightly channel surfing I came across the local news regarding the recent bar exam passers. You can see in people's eyes how they eagerly waited for the results to arrive and how they were anxious as hell to know if they passed or not. Being a recent board passer myself I think back a month ago when I received the good news.

My mind went blank. Unlike those bar exam passers, I didn't care much about the board exam. I never wanted to take up nursing but I didn't know what course to take either. Anyway, there's nothing left for me to bicker, I finished the course and passed the boards. My point is -PASSION separates the bar and board exam passers. It's undeniably true that those who took the bar wanted to be lawyers ever since they set foot on their respective schools. And most of those who took the latter were either forced by their parents or left with no choice.

We live in a world where convenience dominates our everyday lives, afraid of the ebb and tide we follow the current and ride the waves of practicality. Being a believer of idealism, I don't follow the standard of what people think is right. I have my own set of rules and values I accept as true. But living with people who believes that realism is the key to success is hard, I could not resist the force that pushed me to forget all about my ideals. I was living without motivation for years.

This is what people lack nowadays, the will to choose what they want againts the ever watchful eye of the public. This I believe results in graduates who are confused and doesn't know where to start when in fact they should be continuing the paths they chose in college. I was in limbo months after I graduated. I thought I was free and I could do whatever I want to do but in fact I got tied on to my not chosen career. I was left with two choices - either I continue floating like a dead fish or I'll take the risk and choose to believe with my ideals.

Lesson learned.

Earth Hour

Looking for Good Art Schools in Asia

I'm humble enough to admit that I don't have a huge number of blog readers. Ha ha! Still I want to ask those who happen to passed by my blog and those I ask to read my posts. Although I took up a course in college far different from the one I am passionate about, I'm an art lover ever since and I might have an opportunity of studying art abroad. Well, the decision is not yet final. My parents, boyfriend and I still have to talk about A LOT of things.

What I'll be doing now is to ask my dear readers (if I have any) to suggest schools in Malaysia or in neighboring Asian countries that offer art classes (make-up, photography, design, literature and the like) be it full time or just a couple of months. You can leave comments or message my tag board and kindly send me the info's regarding the courses offered. It will be nice if you could tell me other info's like tuition fees, accommodation and a little background about the school. I prefer schools that offer short art courses, although a 4-year course is better, I rather enroll in the former. Thanks a lot!

Post Valentine Story

If a girl says that she hates surprises with fervor, don't believe her -she is LYING. No matter how stubborn she denies it, she will always fall for the bouquet of flowers and box of chocolates on valentines day. :) Believe me, I was one of those girls who frequently deny the fact the she feels special whenever her guy shows up and surprises her. Here's my post valentine story:

No scheduled date or special event on my planner. My boyfriend has work and I'm left home to burn my ass on the couch and watch reruns on cable. I'm having a perfect pathetic life of a bum until mid afternoon I received a text from my boyfriend that he just got home and his tooth hurts like hell. He called his dentist and asked me if I could accompany him, sadly I can't, my neighbor invited my family over for dinner at exactly the same time as his dentist appointment. I told him I could meet him after but he insisted that I skip dinner and go with him- not possible, so I went over at my neighbor's house, ate dinner and texted where he is and if he still want to meet up after. He told me he's at the clinic somewhere this street and that he can't say the exact location because he doesn't know. What a lame excuse, I asked him again where exactly is he because I'll be going after him so we could meet up but he obviously doesn't want to tell me where-- until I told him that I'm at this street looking for his dentist's clinic. He called and told me to go to this place and we'll meet up. He was all smiles when I saw him. I asked him how his tooth was and he said fine. He seemed happy and a little jittery. I felt like he was courting me again and about to ask me tonight to be his girlfriend...

:)

There couldn't have been anyone luckier than I was last valentines day! He was my BEAUTIFUL SURPRISE!

Bob Ong's 7th Book

See the video and watch out for his next book! Have fun!
Found this link at VISPRINT

Lost Generation?

Found on this on the net. Nice message. Have a look and let's do our part to make this world a better place :)



And oh, happy hearts day everyone!!!

Ideals

We live in a society guarded by standards. Our own morals are questioned by predetermined rules we fully abide. Criteria are set for us to follow. Jeopardizing freedom and compelling us to make decisions outside our wants. The choices we make depends on values our society perceive as right. Only those who are brave enough to fight the norm conveniently get what they want.

The Almighty Hanger

My parents are believers of the principle of spanking, specially my dad who grew up with courage, integrity and loyalty embedded on his genes. Hangers, belt buckles, walis and long sticks were some of my worst enemies back then, each having their own degree of ouch scale ranging from not-so-painful to hanger imprint on thighs. I wasn't so much of a badly behaved child but rather troublesome and irritating. I have a younger sister and we almost always end up fighting no matter how peacefully we started playing. We tried just about every way to annoy one another. We shout, pull one's hair, scratch, jab and kick each other's butt and when mom or dad caught us in the act we suffer double, it doesn't matter if we lie face down on bed or stand, we'll end up with belt buckle or hanger imprints on our thighs, at times on our forearms (when we try to protect our precious thighs). Besides from things my sister and I did, we also got a good spanking for not obeying some of our parents' asking and playing before studying. Although we get high grades in school it wasn't enough for our parents to let us do our child duties first before studying. They believe that study habits should be molded while one is young, so they wasted no time instilling discipline and focus regarding academics. Well their unwavering efforts payed off, not only did my sister and i excel in academics but we participated in extra-curricular, as well and never veered off course, smoke and drug-free even in college.

I remember there was a time when I really got angry with my dad. He got mad at me for not following mom's request, he had no idea that I was in my room finishing a story I'm working for about a week. He thought I was falling deaf on my mother's request. I didn't had a chance to redeem myself, afraid it will only make dad angrier. I never told him about the story till midnight when we were having our snack and I showed him the papers. One look and I knew he was sorry for what he did earlier. Spanking helps but not all the time.

Although I'm against my parents' belief, I don't condone the idea of spanking. I got spank and I grew up to be a responsible and disciplined person.