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Sagot sa kahirapan: Digmaang Bayan.
When we went to UP Diliman for the Philippine Intercollegiate Debate Championship, my teammates and I saw this activist vandalism written on the chalkboard of one of the classrooms in Palma Hall. :o
“U & I” chronicles my life as an intern of Unilever Philippines. The blog entries under this series would only include my personal affairs with my fellow interns, with the company and its employees. Any kind of corporate information about the said company would never be written here.
Unilever Philippines is a big, multinational company–even bigger than its direct competitor (Shhh). The 32 interns of the program were divided among the two Unilever sites in the metro: Manila and Pasig offices. I was assigned in the Pasig office. Specifically, I am working with a department which is concerned about Sales and Public Relations of Key Accounts–fwew. Gah, it’s hard for me to filter things since I signed a non-disclosure agreement.
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“U & I” chronicles my life as an intern of Unilever Philippines. The blog entries under this series would only include my personal affairs with my fellow interns, with the company and its employees. Any kind of corporate information about the said company would never be written here.
I had a considerable struggle entering Unilever Philippines. Thank God and thank my friends who prayed for me–I was called, and eventually, chosen. The Unilever Summer Internship Program is an 8-week comprehensive OJT program that trains select 32 students from top universities in the country. Nah, that didn’t come from me. LOL. Too bad, I would be only having 4 weeks of some Unilever goodness–I am latecomer.
Well, Hello Unilever Philippines.
When we went to Baguio City for our internship business trip, we can’t wait for the Saturday of the week–Party time! The original plan was to strut our stuff at Nevada Square (Baguio City’s party district) but we were too tired to go there. So, we came up with a better alternative: Beer by the Bonfire! The next step is to order the fermented malt.
So, what beer do we want?
I only drink San Mig Light, but all of us succumbed to a challenge: Red Horse Beer. I had my first bottle; It tastes nice, without San Mig Light’s bitter aftertaste. I had my second bottle; I chose not too eat any pulutan. I had my third bottle; Rish is now concerned about me.
Rish, kaya ko pa ba?
I never heard her answer. I thought she said yes. May she said yes, but I didn’t care anyway. I had my fourth bottle; After the last drop of some malt goodness, I sat down. I can feel tiredness and drunk-ness fighting in my system. I can’t control them but I can feel that my body wanted to achieve homeostasis, so…
I can feel the whole crowd spectating, waiting for the next round. I threw-up, twice–the second one virtually emptied my tummy. I thought I was okay, until I threw-up again in our hotel room.
Pare, huwag n’yo akong iwan ah, patulugin n’yo muna ako. I said this drunk statement a thousand times to my friends I met in Baguio. They were too nice that they almost carried me back to our hotel room. At around 6 am, they took me outside the hotel and we had a walk around Burnham Park. Pare, balik na tayong hotel, okay na ako. 11am, I woke-up, almost kid-shy of what happened last night. And you know what, I kissed a girl on the lips when half of my world is dominated by alcohol. Oh yeah. (Hello Ate April :D)
I challenged Red Horse and he challenged me back–I was knocked out even before the 5th round started. A rematch is wanted; give me my championship belt!
This picture was taken during a cycling event in Taguig City, near Market! Market!, when Jorron, Noemi and I served as support staff for the said event. I told Jorron to take a picture of me while I am sitting on the point where these yellow lines meet. There was no sensible rationale for such act but I asked for a picture anyway. I was on an intersection, I am on an intersection.
The semester that was
The second semester of our junior year is the hardest semester to date. More than that, I did not expect that the recent semester was that hard. College life would be a hard life, that’s the thing I have whole-heartedly accepted since second year. Pero tang-ina, literal na hindi na ako natutulog at literal na mamamatay ako sa mga pinapagawa ng mga professors.
*breathes in, breathes out*
I am at least happy that I survived the semester with flying colors. My sanity threshold met the concept of adjustment.
Politika
Politicking is a necessary vice, a necessary evil. The only way to defeat politics is to use politics itself. I can almost equate socializing to politicking, but I felt a greater human value that could draw the demarcation–friendship. The past few months were full of politics, politicians, politicking and politicization. Some were stupid enough that I just catch the pitched ball, squeeze it and put it in my pocket. I am glad it is over; I am returning you the ball. Friendship and politics may part ways, but they shall meet again.
Internship
Theory meets practice. The things I do in my internship career includes…
*Non-disclosure agreement signed*
Haha, seriously, I will be having a series of blog posts that would highlight my internship career. Watch out for it!
Weight gain (But where’s height gain?)
I am 66 kilograms heavy as of my last dinner. Nah, okay, I’m getting fat. In a euphemistic statement, I’m getting hot. LOL. I am happy with my current weight since I want to gain one. The next step, is to turn my man flesh into toned muscles. LOL. This part is so gay. Anyway, I also want to be a little taller. I am doing all the things that could make me tall–from the facts to the urban myths that dominated the egoistic men’s crowd. Ladies and gentlemen, This is Operation 180 Centimeters.
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The last time I had my last post was during the night of March 9th. After that day, I rode a space shuttle bound to Milky Way’s blackhole. Anyway, I just changed my theme to Commune, a child theme of Thematic. It’s simple and easy on the eyes. And it’s green! Yuh, yellow green. New look, same great taste. I have a lot of stories to tell. Come here, listen. :)
Where to go
When you are in an intersection, life would give you several options. You may go back, you may go forward. You may turn right, you may turn left. I still stand here, on this little space of intersection that crammed a lot of moments. A marked stone will be buried here, buried under the humble earth that witnessed everything. Now, I shall move forward. When I am lost, I will look for that marked stone to remind me where I am, and at the same time, to remind me where I came from.
About
Professional Everything who swags like a boss in his plaid boxers.
If you like an About Me like that of a matinée, go here to feel how I play with the grey.Treat me to coffee and doughnuts!
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