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Name: Cifu Sek
Location: Manila, Philippines
Birthday: 7/4/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Im interested in EVERYTHING!!
Occupation: Executive
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Member Since:
9/22/2003
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| After 1 day of having a repaired computer... It broke again. Word of advice: NEVER BUY A COMPAQ!! | | |
| On Repaired Computers...
They rock. | | |
| On Going home...
As another semester of my college life goes by, I once again take my yearly 24 hour journey back to my home country. It prompts me to wonder about many things. I wonder how much the place has changed? I wonder how much my friends have changed? I wonder how much my family has changed? I wonder how much I have changed? Ok, maybe all these questions are actually the same thing, how much have things changed... Last time I came back, things seemed so different. It seemed like life there moved on without me. Clicks have fallen apart, friends have turned into lovers, people have formed new bonds, and all that stuff. Ultimately, I realized that life in my home country has moved on without me. People I used to be close with are now somehow distant. As I try to re-establish my old friendships, I cant help but feel I have missed too much of their lives to be a part of anything anymore. And then I think, is this place still really my home? Or, has the best part about home moved on without me? Whenever I go back, there is one thing people never fail to tell me... "Sek, umiba ka na sobra!". In english, it says, "Sek, you have really changed." They say change is a good thing... but if it distances friends and sets barriers between them... I dont know anymore. One thing is for sure, my experience in BU has changed me. Everytime I go back tho... I feel the urge to return to my old self. Just to avoid the judgements, the criticisms, the stereotypes, just to feel like im one of them again. Of course, my friends have always welcomed me back with open arms... but despite this, I somehow feel the commonalities that held us so close together in the past has faded. It is I who no longer feel part of the whole anymore... But then again, I can only wait and see what happens 30 hours from now. | | |
| Its funny how girls like to give random tests to guys. You know what im
talking about, those rigged questions like "Am I prettier than her?" or
"Am I fat" or "do you love me?... Prove it!". Those questions where
they dont look for a straight answer, but for something completely
original. They measure the amount of time it takes you to answer, the
manner of which you answer, the language you body expresses as you
answer them, and all other possible factors our minds can, or can't,
possibly imagine. And when we give the "wong" answer, were in big
trouble. Girls can draw a million different conclutions from a single
"no", or from the time span it takes for us to answer, which because of
their highly interpretative and non-objective method of collecting, are
unreliable, invalid, and (more often than not) incorrect. These
conclutions are then followed by rants and actions of disapproval on
guys. Among other things, these actions perpetrated by girls can make a
guy feel really bad about himself or at least strain a relationship. I
mean, how would girls feel if we guys suddenly asked them rigged
questions too? for example, this happened to me a few days ago...
Girl A: Hey Guys, would you rather date a pretty, a cute, or a hot girl?
Guy A: Of course I would go for a hot girl.
Girl A: What! is hot all that matters! (goes on to rant about how shallow and superficial the guy is)
Girl B: What about you Guy B?
Guy B: What! I go for personality!
Girl B: Thats the right answer!
Guy C: Ok, would you girls rather date a hot guy? a handsome guy? or a cute guy?
Girl B: Handsome
Girl A: Handsome
Girl C: Handsome
Guy C: (to the girls) wrong, wrong, wrong! the right answer is.... PERSONALITY!!!
Well, I consider this revenge for all guys who have ever been
negatively affected by these unfair and incriminating questions which
obviously violate the 5th amendment of the US constitution. Guys, next
time a girl attempts to catch you with a question like this, simply
turn the question around and hit them with their own weapon. We cannot
let them make us feel (or look) like superficial and insensitive
bastards without at least making them feel (or look) like hypocrites,
tricksters, and/or fools. ;)
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| This story made me realize a couple of things about my desire to be an investment banker... read on...
(taken from readings in my LA245 class)
Once upon a time, there was a game that Wall Street traders and investment bankers liked to play -- often on the commute home to Greenwich, Conneticut or Short Hills, New Jersey, after a particularly profitable or trying day. It was called "What's your number?" The answer -- in millions of dollars -- was the amount you had to have socked away before ditching your high-pressure job and leading the life you really wanted.
The breathtaking part of this game was not the numbers. And it was not that the question was asked by men and women in their twenties, thirties, and forties. No, the remarkable part of this diversion was that the number kept growing. There never seemed to be a high enough answer to "How much is enough?"
And there was a price to pay for all this money. "If your sense of accomplishment is all wrapped up in a bank account, it's going to affect your relationships," said Dr. Stephen Goldbart, a co-director of the Money, Meaning & Choices Institute. "Absorption with money is going to make the human side of you unavailable. Our society has mixed up what it means to feel fulfilled and successful with making a lot of money."
As you might have guessed, this fable seems to have a moral. After the sept. 11 attacks, many of Wall Street's gold hoarders say they now know what is really important: family, friends, and health. But meaningful work and personal fulfillment can't be ordered like pizza. They don't come conveniently attached to certain jobs or careers. The hardest thing about abandoning money as a scorecard for success ad fulfillment is that there is no hand replacement, no way to advertise your newfound virtue. The second hardest thing is realizing that if your fulfillment needs to be advertised, you have simply traded one game for another.
This relates to me in so many ways, to my dreams, my measure of accomplishment and my overall ends in life. What exactly do I want? What exaclty do I want to be? For awhile, I thought I wanted to be an investment banker. But now, I realize I want to live and experience life to its fullest. And I think that would be very hard when your working 80-100 hours a week. A friend asked me about the future a few days ago. I remember asking her to imagine a scenario where she was the happiest. Well, I guess I should follow my own advice. (To be continued...) | | |
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