March 2012

Probably five years ago, reality has run into the idea that I was young and long gone are the finances and other supports.

I quit college and got a reasonable good job. It was not easy, of course. But it was a clear path that I certainly need a job.

In the wake of year 2010, I scrambled myself to find a good pay. I know that jobs in this country have caught up to the positive ride of the economy. I heard new buildings have risen everywhere.

But to qualify a job, even if it is not a dream job, a degree is always posted as a requirement. And all I needed was luck.

Good fortune visited me and I landed a proofreading job in an advertising company. I said that I will not let this kind of job slip away. To be hired without a degree is no cakewalk.

After a year of proofreading, I realized that this is not a dream or a real job for me. It was not even a career to consider for a Math major student. The job itself is not intimate.

March 2012. If it meant for me to see a silver lining while losing hope as a proofreader, stepping in as a Reports Analyst must be the exact and perfect view. Someone from the Reporting Team resigned and I was asked to fill his position. To my surprise, it was all a change of scene.

My stint as a proofreader is over. I am now walking a new lane which I am unsure if I can hold it steadily.  The interest for numbers is still there, and has increased positively.

I am just worried how this level suited me. The toughest part is making this thing work and stepping out of my comfort level.

In a younger age, when I came across to questions of what profession will you be in the future, I confidently say that I will become a statistician, an analyst or something like that. And now, I am making that dream happen.

I will definitely be counting on this. The job may be a jumping board to higher positions after sitting as Reports Analyst for a long time.

This job meant to me. I am glad that I am inclined to it and most likely a job to settle with.  For the time being, the job may not be well-compensated, but the pay is already enough to make a good living, especially for a 20 year-old undergraduate young man.

I believe that not having a degree makes you less of a career. I can always go out and grab that degree anytime I want to, but of course within a definite time line.

With this, I am decided to go back to school and continue what I always love and enjoy: numbers.

March 2012.

Today, I busied myself reviewing random Algorithm subjects. I also did a little of arithmetic for Linear Algebra. I am tired and I am not a computing machine.

My papers are running out and this might be my last sheet of paper so I took all recently gathered idea to write something about other things except numbers.

Tomorrow will be my final exam, and to tell you, it has been a hell of a week. In a day’s time, the faith will determine if I really have to hear the correct and well-timed exit tune.

I have been thinking about this matter lately and soon, I can definitely say that this shit is really over, like over-over. Finally, I did it!

By the way, my classmate, Angelina, asked me to accompany her for a little strolling around the campus today.

We don’t usually hangout inside the classroom. In fact, I avoided her in my Calculus class two years ago.  I just didn’t want to talk to her or just having the slightest idea of talking to her. However, she was a bit clingy-slash-friendly and I got used to it.

Two years ago, with wandering eyes, she said, “I haven’t tried cheating. This is my first time.” And when we had our surprise quiz in Differential Equations, she lured me to give her my first five answers. “Everyone is doing it. Look at them.”

Last year, her mantra became “Cheating does not hurt anyone. Cheating does not hurt anyone.”

At present, she has somehow changed. She managed to answer board works alone. Not getting them right, though.

So today, she might have sensed a bit of the graduation hype and got fed up of all the emotional hysteria.

I bet she felt much smarter especially now that she has the sure shot of graduating via constant cheating.

To my surprise, she sounded a bit confident. I had to sound one too, so as not to destroy the feeling.

It’s all a piece of cake,” she said.

She then started talking about life: that graduation is not the ending; it’s just the beginning.


Great minds have purposes while others have wishes,” she added when we reached a bench. “Washington Irving.”

As she babbled about real world, unemployed and underemployed, patience, perseverance, and words that I could no longer understand, I looked at the trail of quad’s pavers and remembered my fresh start at this school.

Four years ago, I bad-temperedly accepted this University. Honestly, it was like picking up bacteria when shaking someone’s hand—a terrible human tragedy.

My four years as a student is so-so. Tolerably passable.

T’was like I just overslept.

Today marks Jaco, Grace, Joms, and Fred’s one year stint in the company. To minimize office tensions and just for the sake of kill time, I made these.

Someone told me that time is created to be wasted and make the best of it. So guys, while away the time, until comes a day you will say, “Shet no? Parang last year lang.

Cheers for the year that was!

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

Basically, this is the illustrative form of my Cebu trip. Ardie, the one who drew these doodles, took some different but legitimate atmosphere and additional Cebu experience to finish the artworks.

Doodle, as they say, comes along when you draw random images without any clear purpose or outcome.

And below just depicted what we have done and where we’ve gone.

Doodling at Cebu

Doodling at Cebu

Doodling at Cebu