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General updates about life first: I’m pretty fine, thank you. I have been drowning myself into learning materials lately because, except for being coerced to do so, I love having that “a-ha” feeling every time a morsel of knowledge gets stuck in my temporal lobe. It can be regarded as the shortest yet the most satisfying human orgasm. Satisfaction is reversely proportional to time interval anyway–at least to individuals like me who love to hit hard and run fast. Anyway, talking about learning, I am currently creating/maintaining the habit to read career supplement books since I love running an extra mile on the knowledge race track. True, The Knowledge Economy in a Knowledge Worker Age creates an atmosphere of competition but, in this human race epoch, the greatest competitor is The Self.
More than two years ago, I started to blog “daily things” under a category I call “Triumvirate.” Each episode of The Triumvirate Series is a crystallization of how my day went in three themes. This is my own, novel way of writing a daily journal. However, I stopped the series at #12 because I have decided to blog about single-themed post every now and then. When you take a closer look at the modern blogging trends, there’s a shift: The popularity of (micro-)blogging sites such as Tumblr and Twitter enabled the modern humans to blog, share or write at whim as if the stimulus is too-hot-to-handle and needs an urgent, highly inevitable response. There’s no single theme–just life as it is.
Growth is uneasy. And this will be one of my growth manifestations (sorry for not qualifying the term “growth”) that the public will ever witness. My friends and I had a serious question back in college after I published my last The Way We Plan (TWWP) entry, college edition. TWWP is actually my annual attempt to showcase the planners and/or journals of my college friends. I think I’m just obsessed with organizing my life to the extent that I want to see and share how other people do it (through choosing a planner, that is). Or, maybe, I just want to showcase my friends. Or, maybe, the former has more truth in it.
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Almost half-a-year has passed after I published my last blog entry. The story of the little boy finding a job reached a climax but no one knows what happened next. I found a gold and screamed for excitement–but the curtains fell down and the audience applauded. The applause died down and the conversations buffet is served. The show stopped, but it must go on–even after 6 months. Hello world, prepare the confetti, the body-sticking glitters and other forms masquerade debris because I am about to enthusiastically go to the stage and heat myself again in the limelight. Ladies and gentlemen, this ain’t a stand-up comedy. This is an exhibition of drama in a comical package. Even if you laugh hard enough, I assure you I won’t defy the standards of my signature scintillation. The black suit, the business apprentice mind and the gentleman stance will never be enough until I speak. Hi, I’m Alfred Miguel Aguado and I’m back.
I had double cheese burger for dinner. That means a double-the-fun yet double-the-cholesterol meal. Weirdly, every time I eat one, the urge to write comes as a divine force. Divinity, for me, is all about accepting something you don’t really expect at all. It is something that you know you don’t deserve but accepts it anyway because you feel it gives a burden on your name. I pull my inspiration to write from this elysian force so that all my brains would work. Amen to you, dear cheeseburger. Anyway, I already have a job–but I won’t talk about it here because I believe that this matter deserves a separate entry. What I want to write about is a crystallization of all the learnings I imbibed during the painfully long process of job hunting.
I have attended several job interviews already and I realized that the most recurring question is: “What’s your weakness?”. Before I go to my interview appointment, I rehearse my answers to the most common interview questions–and I do it in our house’s comfort room. There’s something in the CR that makes me more eloquent and that conditions my mind to deliver kick-ass answers. If there’s a company that holds their interviews in such sacred room, I’ll come out as a highly revered saint.
For the record, I am still jobless. With all of the good news I have been hearing from my fellow colleagues (i.e. batch mates; professional vocabulary FTW!), I think it’s just right to feel at least a speck of naughty pressure. With all of the adjectives I can use to modify “pressure”, I chose “naughty” for the following reasons: First, it is not the kind of heavy pressure that will make you fall on your knees and blazon out that it is the end of your world. Rather, it is the kind of light pressure that keeps on tingling your mind about joblessness. It wanes out for some time but returns to do its annoying comedy. Second, it is the kind of pressure that you do not want to welcome because you think it’s not an issue. But after some time, you could easily place yourself in a netherworld of fervor. Ironically, you pretend you do not feeling anything.
I’m no Apple Fanboy but I think I am about to flirt with the standards of being one. Just recently, Apple released iOS 4, an operating system which is supposed to advance the third release of their OS for iPod Touch and iPhone–and I think they succeeded. Part of the new system is the ability to download the iBooks app where you can store and shop for ebooks. In the initial release, many ebooks are for free, thanks to Project Gutenberg. Of course, most of these ebooks are the classics (which is Great). Finally, I have a way to fulfill one of my Year 2010 Resolutions.
My damn-it-I-have-to-look-for-a-job adventures are a mad Giga Coaster ride. Sometimes, it is hard to believe that you are about to enter a different phase of life and you, unconsciously, enters this phase as if it is mandatory–but you actually say to yourself that it is indeed something not required for life (or, at least, not yet): “Nah, I’ll gonna rest first after several years of academic stress” . Then, after bragging and believing that work can wait for you, your eye flesh suddenly sticks on the different job openings on JobStreet. So, you really don’t want to work yet, huh?
I just finished 15 hours of driving school goodness. I was enrolled in Gear1′s manual driving course. Well, if I were to buy a car, I’ll get an automatic variant just because I hate the clutch. Experienced drivers tell me to learn manual driving before riding either a manual or automatic variant. Well, opinions differ–but getting around successfully with a manual car can easily equate to getting around successfully with any car. Driving a matic won’t be a hitch if you know how manual cars glitch. Glitch = clutch. I hate the clutch, very much.
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