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Inside an IdiOtbOx is… ME
Prechell G. Casing
November 22, 2004
Youngblood
What lies ahead…
Of the ten million jobs Pres. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo promised in her 10-point pro-poor agenda, how many of those would be available for development communication students? Or a more basic and simpler question to ask, will the devcom graduates be able to work right after graduation?
It is always assumed that graduating students will hunt for jobs after receiving their diplomas to either make use of their course or to help their own families in their finances, the latter being the primary reason.
However, in evaluating the present employment rate in the Philippines, only 31.6 million have work as of July this year with a meager increase of 5.7 percent employed persons in the agricultural sector.
Is the meager increase a sign of improvement?
The unemployment rate, on the other hand, was estimated at 11.7percent or slightly more than two million individuals with around 46.6 percent of them aged 15-24 years old.
Indeed, the figures speak that there are more employed than unemployed persons. Yet, it is only limited to telling as such without elaborating the real score. Some of them may have work but are underemployed with salaries that are insufficient to enable them and their families to live decently.
Improvement is defined as the act of improving; advancement or growth; promotion in desirable qualities; progress toward what is better. The comparison of the figures does not support such definition of improvement.
There remains the sad fact that the minute growth in the employment rate does not guarantee the incoming graduates of better jobs or at least a job.
What then would be the possible scenario if this school year’s senior students graduate?
The two-million-record will surely increase by some percent. That is if the government would fail to provide what it had promised to fulfill.
So what would then be the future of the potential development workers? What is in store for them?
A development communication teacher in a university was saddened when she met one of her former students who is now studying nursing in another university. She asked her why she decided to do so. The student replied: “I am planning to have a family of my own. I want to feed them and give them decent lives.”
Such dialogue shows the insecurities that some devcom students have with the course they had chosen to tread. They are uncertain if they will be able to find many opportunities that will provide justification for the four years (or more) that they spend in college.
All of us do dream of living better lives. Who else do not?
Many of these devcom students dream of living as such that is why they are in search of that greener pasture. That is also why many of them want to join the exodus heading to foreign continents, the Filipino Diaspora.
They think Mang Juan could no longer provide the fulfillment of their dreams and so, off they went to Uncle Sam to ask for the same favor.
Yet, what they do not seem to see is the other alternative other than leaving the country.
The pathetic situation of the Philippines and its immediate localities alone posts a lot of job vacancies. The Philippines, in fact, is highly in need of development workers that will help the country to lift itself from the mire, from poverty.
It is in need of solid work force to obtain what it hopes of a developed Philippines – a work which is very devcom.
Of the ten million jobs that Arroyo said, there is more to it for devcom students. Mang Juan is more in need of them than Uncle Sam.
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i was just checking my mails in yahoo when i saw this stored under my draft folder. i found it so strange that i was able to write this before. not because it was written in at least more organize manner, but because i just found it not-so-me. this piece makes sense & it means a lot to me coz it signifies the me before, of who i used to be — a person of content. if you’ve been reading my entries recently, you’ll notice the huge difference. it’s like reading the thought of two different persons. multi-personality disorder. toinks! hehe… nice try 
hmm… i’m thinking how to get started. gee… such a lousy brain. just done w/ my shift so expect this to happen. well, i dunno. not in the mood to write but i wanna write (?) i don’t get it either.
hmm… lemme think. special things that happened to me these past few days? i went home last 15th to attend my sis’ graduation. i’m happy for her, but at the same time kinda worried coz she’s now has to worry about finding a job. i trust her to find one. my sis is smart, mana sa ako. even smarter coz she’s confident & a people person, which am not. i am, but not much. anyway, she’s a grown up & finding work after school is normal, so i know she can take care of that herself. i don’t want her to be like me who, until now, doesn’t know what i want to happen in my life. i got plans, but i’m too lazy to make them happen. in fairness to myself though, it’s never easy to say i don’t like my work, i wanna resign & get a new job right away. life is such as complicated as others say it’s simple. ironic, i know.
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on a positive note, aside from being happy that my sis is done with her studies, i was also glad to have a reunion with my bestfriends, Carenne & Twit2x. we haven’t seen each other since i left cdo almost 2yrs ago. Ca is now officially a nurse. Twit is a plant manager in Davao. I’m so proud of them. kahilak sad tag gold. hehehe…seriously, i’m happy for them. urghhh… basta ako, il make sure before i reach 30 na kasabot nako sa akong gusto sa kinabuhi. i want a definite career (ey, dat sounds boring) but… ambot oi. kapoi huna-huna what to do. que sera sera… whatever will be, will be. mediocre! one thing’s for sure, i don’t wanna work in a call center again.
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i enjoyed my very short stay sa balay. when i went back to work, i got my CITE form from my sup coz i "decided" to go absent from work for a day. dats an overshare but getting that violation for having spent another day with my family is worth it. at this time, i have less interest in maintaining my stats. working in a call center as an agent is never a career for me. i can’t see myself taking in calls for the rest of my life. no way! il be damned if i will.
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this was the song i was listening to while i was typing this entry… sawi na sad nga kanta.. hehehe.. :
Teardrops On My Guitar lyrics
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see
That I want and I’m needing everything that we should be
I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she’s got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it’s so damn funny
That I can’t even see anyone when he’s with me
He says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night
[Chorus:]
He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can’t breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She’d better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky cause
[Repeat Chorus]
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I’ll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
He’s the time taken up, but there’s never enough
And he’s all that I need to fall into..
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see.
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mao ra ni for today… just miss writing something sa ako blog. gutom na ko so i have to go home now. i’m starving. hehehe… belated happy easter (egg)!
it’s 2:44am. eTel training room. it’s a bit cold in here. aircon kc. i feel sleepy. jz hd my meal. sakit ako tiyan. we’re supposed to be hvng our training but our trainer got sick. meaning, he’s not around ryt now. we hvnt hd anything to do. oh well, the TL told us to read the call guidelines. study them. absorb them. watever. may be eat them… ugh! i’m staring at the PC, writing about my being so bored.
in short, i’m bored…f*ckin’ bored (sorry for the language used; jz so hpn i heard it a lot from the background) oh sorry, i mean motha’ f*cker!
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now, i’m thinking wat else to write. i cnt think of any. ummm… i’m thinking bwt the Roswell aliens. about how adorable Max is, how cute Michael is, how beautiful Isabel is. they’re all aliens, i mean hybrid aliens. you should at least try to watch an episode. i’m sure u wont stop watching until you finish the series. i guarantee you, you’ll enjoy it. [obviously, coz of it, i wasnt able to get enough sleep - like 8hrs].
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defining Bore-Dom-Ness:
- a noun that means sumo in the vernacular; sumo as in can i jz go somewhere else
- typing jz anything; surfing the net, looking for something interesting
- digging some videos from YouTube to make myself laugh
- and a lot more (to summarize those things i hvnt said coz i hvnt thought of them yet)
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"The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of them all." - Mulan
Whew! jz had our certification…twas still a pain in the ass..though a little bit easier than the first time I had one with Ron (our trainer before)… gee, i had headache + my eyes hurting again..darn! i guess i need a pair of eyeglasses already.. you know what, sometimes, i think bad eyesight’s (ummm…i mean yah know… masakit ang mata)a hereditary trait… hehehe… twas stupid… just thinking about it since my mother’s like that also, then add me up to that.. that makes it "hereditary."
Oh well, i haven’t had the final "yes" from our trainer yet… but at least i think i got an affirmative response from him.
Oh by way, i’m not talking bout AOL anymore… twas the first program/account i was working with at eTel… unfortunately, twas pulled out "due to some business remodeling reasons"… whatever…
So to cut it short, I’m trying to make my way to joining the Vonage pipz… still crossing my fingers on it… but i know i’ll do good in it. Just have to believe in myself that i can. [charot!]
hehehe… chege…have to get back to work and do the "Thank you for calling Vonage" script…i miss my AOL. anyway, life must go on… ganito talaga ang mga gwafa, palaging isinasalang sa maraming kachuvahan sa life (bakakon ka, liar, evil pa jud…) hehehe…bow…
gtg…
I’m no believer of Arroyo and much more of Cory, "Bro." Eddie, Susan Roces, Erap and all those who seemed to proclaim themselves ‘righteous’… it’s so sad that Philippines is having them as leaders. they’re nothing but manipulators. i’ve been trying to avoid readings news about what’s going on in the country. i’d better turn my radio on and listen to Hale, Cueshe and Kitchie Nadal playing their pieces. They’re much more inspiring than listening to those leaders’ bogus banters. No wonder many of Filipinos today are heading somewhere else, trying to find greener pastures… trying to look for another place to take care of them… trying to grab the blade’s sharp edge. That what makes things worse. Before, i’ve been firm in my point of staying here in the Philippines despite its chaotic environment because I know there’s no place like home, but now… i’m starting to doubt such principle. Now, i’m starting to recollect my thoughts. Now, i’m starting to consider the idea of joining the flock of people heading outside. I might reverse my plans again, only if given a valid reason of why i should stay here. Arroyo is definitely not a reason, nor Cory, nor Bro. Eddie, nor Susan Roces, nor Erap.
There’s no place like home but i’m afraid i can’t live in such a place that these people are turning into hell.
Refuse to be discouraged. It has always been my motto since birth (oh i mean at least since i learned about the word courage… not really since i went out my mom’s "maternity pouch").
I always try to think as positively as possible just to give myself an assurance that thing’s gonna be alright at the end of the day.
how would you like to call it? stupidity or something? perhaps it is. yeah i know… (sigh)
at this very moment, i’d like to tell the rest of the world that I’m absolutely upset with my work! why? never mind. it would just going to be a very long story to tell… and frankly speaking, i’m not good at story-telling.
ALL I WANTED TO DO IS GIVE MYSELF A BREAK!!!
Is it so hard to understand? (Do you hear someone screaming like a dupe? Well, it’s ME!)
I felt like i’m getting freaky, crazy (name it… yeah, everything synonymous to stupid)…
While working, all i could imagine is me lying in a couch watching TV overnight, munching some junk foods… otherwise, sitting near the beach (wearing two piece bathing suit… it’s GROSS… but who cares? besides, it’s just an imagination…) WITH NOTHING TO THINK BUT ME, MYSELF AND I… definitely it would be a great vacation leave from work and so much responsibilties.
UNFORTUNATELY, i’m not good at escaping from problems. and i don’t think it’s the best way either.
Escaping? It’s pathetic! (I’m pathetic… waaaaaaa…..)
By the way, this song goes to MYSELF… happy (?) reading Prechell… (na nabuang na gyud!)
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"Numb"
by Linkin’ Park
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertone)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertone)
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart, right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertone)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertone, just caught in the undertone
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do,
is be more like me and be less like you
I’ve
Become so numb
I can’t feel you there
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
I’m tired of being what you want me to be