Once an Engineer

That day we learned, when your friend flunks, you feel bad. When he tops, you feel worse. — Farhan, The 3 Idiots

I’m not totally feeling the same emotion as the line above for, right now, I am happy for the two friends of mine who just passed the licensure exams for engineers and are now has “Engr.” prefix before their name. Maybe the “worse” on that line unintentionally meant “envy”.

Maybe because I remember when we were still high school students, in a friend’s house in their steel swing inside their courtyard, most of us dreamt of becoming an engineer. Some wanted to take Mechanical Engineering, some were Electrical and Electronics Engineering and Chemical Engineering. And they did – two of them already passed the licensure exam. Another will be graduating soon as Chemical Engineer and later on will take the board exam. I’m happy for them for gently fulfilling their dreams. I am actually proud of them and a little bit envious, as well, about it.

During those days, while they dreamt of becoming the professions I mentioned, I, together with the same people on that same night we talked about careers we want to direct our way, dreamt of also becoming an engineer, a Civil Engineer.

My father used to work in construction industry. He is not an engineer but I believe a frustrated one. However, he knows how to read blueprints and can execute it very well with the help of people he handles without the need of a civil engineer. I remember when I was in grade school, I would take a glance on the amazing large piece of papers called blueprints trying to understand the house that are measured in centimeters! He had a lot of housing projects from neighbors and nearby villages and towns. And whenever he’s at work, I would often visit him and the site and do some works I can’t actually do because it requires a lot of energy to bend a steel, or drive a nail on pieces of woods or mix cements for an 8-year-old kid. I did enjoy as well walking on the wood bracing, supports and walkways despite the danger. I also often wonder then how my dad can do estimates of number of materials needed by just mere looking at the space or how good his memory is by knowing the specific names and measurements of all the items needed. I once dreamt of having the same skills he had.

As I grew up, I realized that I enjoyed staying in a construction site or just mere looking at it. I remember visiting The Newport City before it was actually became what it is now, or the Mall of Asia before it became known as the biggest mall in asia. I loved those raw sceneries I only stored in my memory — the deep excavations, the shorings, the worker’s yellow hat, the materials, the dust of cements, the noise of hammers and robotic vehicles and all that matters in a construction site. I truly believe that all of these was a great influence from my frustrated engineer father.

And then thought that the influence he had to me also turned into frustration. When collegiate came, I didn’t take Civil Engineering despite passing the entrance exam for that course in a state university in Manila. It was a long and winding road before I finally decided not to pursue my own dream and build a new one for my family and for the good of my own destiny. It was summer of 2009 when all I thought was my dream will be buried soon in anyway. I’m lost and hopeless and sadly, frustrated.

Years had passed when I thought that I have already moved on to that heartbreak. However, whenever I hear success stories of engineers, and now my friends who are already engineers, there is dismay in my thought that I wish I was one of them. I still go back to the days when I started drawing a total renovation plan for our house when I was in high school – how many stories to build, how many rooms to create and where will my room be, or should I have a centralize air-conditioning system for the entire house or depends on who needs it, should I retain the veranda each floor or include the space in the rooms, where will I place the stairs and should it be straight or spiral, etc.

I would admit that it has been the biggest frustration I ever had and I realized that this heartache was already tattooed in my memory. However, whatever and whoever I am now is I believed brought about by what had happened in the past. Those frustrations may have turned into more perseverance and dedications. And the heartaches may have turned into a better life.

Truly, despite not following my dream of becoming a civil engineer, I can say that presently, I do have a better life. Some people would tell me that it’s never too late to follow your dreams especially that I already earn enough to spend for myself. However, maybe things have already changed – my thoughts, my plans, my goals, my own perspective, the things I have learned in between, and even my dreams. I am just thankful right now that despite my lost hope, God lead me to a better place. He gave me a lot of courage and strength to find myself when I was lost.

For the students who are/were able to study their dream jobs, make the most out of it. Study well and never be afraid of making mistakes, that will make you better and be the best you can be. Do not lose the chances you have. Remember that there are students who have lost their dreams. You are already there. A little hardwork and determination will make you through.

For the students who weren’t able to enroll to the courses they wanted, never lose hope and continue that faith you have. He will never leave you alone. He will guide you to rebuild the hope you once had. You will find yourself again. Just never give up.

Sky

When I was in grade school, I still remember how I hardly demanded my mom to have me pet a dog. I was never afraid of playing with them or get bitten. In fact, I’ve learned at that age that a dog will not bite you so hard when you put your hands gently in front of their mouth for the first time. It’s like a test whether the ‘prey’ (my hand) will break loose or fight back or not. When it’s not, you’ll become friends.

And then best friends. I had only 2 dogs ever since. One named Harry (named from a TV series where a parrot was named Harry) and the other Booba (for having huge tits, LOL). After both of them died and when I reached adolescence, my mom and sisters would not allow dogs in the house. So for more or less 10 years, I have been wanting a dog in the house. Indeed, it’s man’s bestfriend.

Until last saturday, September 6. I bought a Shiba Inu dog from a doctor’s secretary. She is a 2-month old puppy named Sky, thanks to my friend, Cy, for suggesting this name. I am actually not particular with the breed. For as long as its a dog, I will just be thankful for having such.

Anyway, since I’m kinda having a hard time taking good care of the dog, I tried reading some facts about it and I found out why it makes it difficult.

1. Grooming is minimal for the Shiba Inu, though she does shed heavily twice a year.

2. The Shiba Inu is an intelligent breed who learns quickly. However, whether she chooses to do what you ask is another matter. First-time dog owners or timid owners may be frustrated by the challenge of training this dog.

3. She’s a small dog, but she’s need plenty of room to romp. The Shiba Inu needs a home with a fenced yard.

4. The Shiba Inu can be aggressive with other dogs and he will chase small animals she perceives as prey.

5. The Shiba Inu tends to be possessive about her toys, food, and turf.

6. Shiba Inu is good-natured, alert, and bold. She is strong-willed and confident, and often has her own ideas about things. She is loyal and affectionate with her family, though tends to be suspicious of strangers.

7. The Shiba Inu doesn’t share well. And she doesn’t always get along with other dogs, especially if she’s intact.

After learning all these, I realize that my new pet is in normal condition. Thanks to http://www.dogtime.com for helping me scrape out my worries about Sky’s first days in my home. I am simply excited now for the days to come with her. Here she is.

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Acceptance (From a Medical Representative’s Point of View)

In my experience as a medical representative for more than a year, one of the things I learned about is the art of accepting rejection. Day in and out, it’s the worst part to face. In more than ten doctors we visit everyday, at least one from them will unintentionally make you feel rejected. And you cannot maybe blame the doctors for having that feeling. Yet, you cannot simply blame yourself either nor can let your emotion win over your intellect and intention to help their patients be well. Myself just accepted the fact that it’s part of the job. Truly, the art is the acceptance of it and must not end on the mere feeling of being rejected.

I’m speaking on behalf of those who at least once felt being rejected by doctors, especially to a good friend of mine who just recently went through this stage. The first lesson to learn is actually facing the reality that not everybody will be pleased by you. The truth is, one of the battles to play at is the sharpness of charm. If it’s natural with you, there maybe no problem with getting the attention of the doctors and start building relationship with them. Otherwise, you gotta play on other battles.

This is my principle because I do not have that natural charm. And I suggest to play on other battle because it worked for me. However, the most important thing is you have to accept the fact that you cannot play on the battle most of medical representatives play at. Sometimes, what hinders a person to do better is when he is attempting to become somebody he is not. I am not a natural conversationalist nor a well-trained salesperson and so I do not have the armors to enter the arena where most medical representatives kept competing because I know I will not win, not even tied. But I am in the battlefield of selling, therefore I have to sell. And in order for me to sell, I chose which specific battle to play where my strengths are at.

And when I have accepted the fact that doctors will often reject me because of that less charm I have, it became easier for me to do my job. I was able to concentrate on what my plans are in order for me to still make them use my products. I learned to think from my emotion than to think with it because in the end you cannot simply let your emotion decide your future.

I haven’t mastered yet this so-called art because there were still times when I felt the rejection, however, it isn’t hard for me now to get over it than I was a year ago. My point is, the process of acceptance is a long one. But the longer you play with it, the easier you get through things that you just had experienced. And it’s you who’s gonna win. Whether you achieved your work goal or not, you learned the process of acceptance and you let nothing go over you and control your emotion and life. This beside as a harsh reality we most of medical representatives face, it’s a good exercise indeed for a person living in a world that talks much and who pleases.

Feed 3,000 Poor Filipino Kids with Fresh Vegetables

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Climate change affects all four dimensions of food security: Availability, accessibility, utilization and stability. The challenge now is to identify a pathway to achieving food security in the context of climate change. This demands major interventions at local level.

Why wait for the government to do something? Why not do something now in a household level?

Aral Pinoy Organization is conducting a FREE hands-on seminar on sustainable vegetable gardening system among 100 gardeners/parents to produce micro-nutrient-rich and fresh vegetables. It is an actual demo, hands-on experience and guided supervision on how to cultivate in a 50-100 sqm lot.

Summary
2011 National Nutrition Survey reported that 23% of Filipino kids claimed to be food insecure. 5 out of 10 are suffering from malnutrition. Nationwide more than 3 million of them are suffering from this health problem. To 3,000 malnourished Filipino kids from Cavite and Lipa, Aral Pinoy (Education Philippines) will help their parents to cultivate sustainable gardening system to address household food security by providing them micro-nutrient-rich and fresh vegetables for a year.

What is the issue, problem, or challenge?
In spite of all the national government’s efforts today, there is still a need to come up with stronger local household-led initiatives and concrete action to address food insecurity. A Filipino household consists of five members. However, many parents from the households of Cavite and Lipa in rural areas have no financial means to cultivate sustainable vegetable garden.

Potential Long Term Impact
The bigger goal is not only to make one Filipino household less hungry but to end hunger for all Filipinos. Through quality EDUCATION, life-giving RELATIONSHIPS and being true FILIPINO, this project ensures that the 100 gardeners/parents cultivate sustainable vegetable garden to address household food security, improve access to a variety of micro-nutrient-rich and fresh vegetables and generate income to improve the quality of life and livelihood specially among those in rural areas.

This project will start accepting donations on Monday, September 01, 2014 at 00:00 AM EDT

For more information about the project, how to donate and help, and the organizing team, kindly visit and contact the following:

Antonio Levy S. Ingles, Jr., Ph.D.
Educator / Founder
ARALPINOY.ORG,INC.
http://www.aralpinoy.net
ingles.antonio@gmail.com
(632) 09178661006

or myself at anthonygaupo@gmail.com or comment your queries.

http://www.globalgiving.org/projects/feed-3000-poor-filipino-kids-w-fresh-vegetables/

Life pushes us around

“Life pushes all of us around. Some people give up and others fight. A few learn the lesson and move on. They welcome life pushing them around. To these few people, it means they need and want to learn something. They learn and move on. Most quit, and a few fight.

If you learn this lesson, you will grow into a wise, wealthy, and happy young man. If you don’t, you will spend your life blaming a job, low pay or your boss for your problems. You’ll live life always hoping for that big break that will solve all your money problems.

Or if you’re the kind of person who has no guts, you just give up every time life pushes you. If you’re that kind of person, you’ll live all your life playing it safe, doing the right things, saving yourself for some event that never happens. Then you die a boring old man. You’ll have lots of friends who really like you because you were such a nice hardworking guy. But the truth is that you let life push you into submission. Deep down you were terrified of taking risks. You really wanted to win, but the fear of losing was greater than the excitement of winning. Deep inside, you and only you will know you didn’t go for it. You chose to play it safe.”

— Rich Dad

Kadayawan 2014

It’s my first time to attend the Kadayawan Festival this year and I’d like to say that I’m a proud DavaoeƱo already. It’s been a year living in Davao and the recently concluded festival was one of the best days I ever had. Never thought that this celebration will leave me hangover the bliss it had brought me and all the people out there.

Friday night was the start of the hype of the celebration as people gather to attend street parties all around. As I go around the city, the young and the not-so-young were busy on the streets. I can actually feel the noise like that of Christmas celebrations. Everybody were just enjoying the day and night like children into carols. Davao has never been busy like this since I came aboard in this awesome city.

Last Saturday was my YOLO moment. In the morning, I attended street dance competitions with 17 contenders. Kudos to all their overwhelming efforts to do such creative props and number. Some of them even gave me goosebumps while watching. The kids were merely enjoying the performance. I can feel it in their expressions. They’re happy doing that and for that reason, it gave the audience an experience worth keeping.

At night, I together with my workmate and his cousins and friends went to the first Spectrum Kadayawan invasion. That night was a night to remember. As the lyric of Kesha’s new song says, “let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” It started at 3PM and lasts for 12 long hours. And we never really felt tired until t’was done. Congrats to DJ Nix Damn P, Ace Ramos and others for the wonderful music. Despite the controversial ‘Hipon’ remark of Ramon Bautista, the party just went fantastic. If only every night would be like spectrum night…

On sunday was the float parade though I chose to missed it. My body just don’t wanna go out of bed as the party last night closed at three in the morning. But for sure, it was a very beautiful day as well. I saw in media coverages the colorful creative floats made both the big and small ones. Congrats to all who participated.

Truly, Kadayawan is a one of kind festivity. Congratulations to Mayor Duterte and the rest of organizers for the well-organized festival. More to that for a very safe celebrations because nobody attempts to pickpocket nor create deviant doings. Just after the festival ended, I craved for more to come.

Below are some of the photos I captured.

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