Ang kagandahan ng Kagalingan sa Pagsisinungaling:Isang tip sa mga Hindi mmaXadong Sinungaling tulad KO

Ang haba naman ng title nitong post na ito. MAGKAXA kaya ito sa Multiply kong walng kasing kupas? wala naman sigurong mkakabasa dito anu? Hay, Actually walang kinalaman ang title na nasa taas sa isususlat ko dito (actually hindi ko nmn ito sinulat eh, tinype ko kaya tong blog naito.) SO anu ang purpose ng paglalagay ng title kong wala nmng kinalaman sa isususlat? So parang sinabi mo  na walang kuwenta tong isinulat mo Greje?

Hoy isa pang greje wag ka ngang mangingialam sa isinusulat ko! AT teka sino ba boss mo ako o yung sarili mo?

Ay so sorry poh. A-K-O -- A-N-G -- I-Y-O-N-G k-O-N-S-E-N-X-A (KAKAPAGOD MAGLAGAY NG DASH AT  KAKAPINDOT NG SHIFT! Ayan ... hay salamat. 

hay kahit sino ka pa ako naman ang nagpapaandar sa iyo.. teka balik sa topic.

Anu nga ba ulit topic natin?

Hay, xangapla. Guys bumaba na ang pamasahe? anu pamasahe? hindi ah! ay mali bababa palng pla. Bumaba ng LImang piso (Yes limang piso ang  presyo ng GASOLINA ay MAli na nmn Yung Deiseil pla

HAy, balitang hindi ko maintindihan, oo may recesion pero dahil na rin siguro sa mga credit card na hindi mabayaran nagkakaroon ng krissis at nakonsenxa rin ang mga BIG petroleum company na wag nang dagdagan ang pahiramsa mga Pilipino. Sabagay AMg-UUndas na rin so medyo mabili ang gasolina dahil marami ang magbibiyahe at mamasyal sa mga .... Talagang mali ka dahil hindi nmn sa sementeryo ang tungo ng marami. dahil sa BOracay, Puerto galera, at palawan ang tungo ng mga holloween frenzy people. hay ewan pero  dahil na rin sa sobrang hirap ng buhay ang mga tao sa Kamaynilaan at sa buong bansa ay nagdesisyon na WAg nang magpunta sa mga probinxa dahil sa kataka-takang  bitin na bakasyon. Una, walng deklarasyon ng bakasyon ng tatlong araw bago ang undas. Hindi na holiday dahil sabado naman at wala namang mabibiting pisina. Sabagay hindi naman kami apektado dahil wala nm tlgang holiday na maituturing sa aming mga hamak na mga empleyado ng ARChes..

HAy! anu na kaya nag nangyayari sa mundong ibabaw matapos ang walang hanggan at multiple holidays na meron sa Pilipinas aat ang walang sawang paglilipat ng  holidays na anauso sa Pinas Talagang nakapgtatakang hindi pa nauuso ang paglilipat ng araw ng panganganak at arw ng birthday. Hindi pa nauuso ang paglilipat ng arw ng Lunes ay ilipat sa araw ng sabado o ang biyernes ay hindi pa naillipat sa araw ng LInggo. kailan kaya iyon mangyayari?

magugunaw na ata ang daigdig. wla akong mabalitaan na hindi kakaiba. nauuso na nmn ang bombahan ang hacking at katakot takot na death threats. hay bigla ba nmn akong pinagsabihan ng mga  Filthy words ng walang hiyang kano na di ko malamn kung  Puti, Black, Brown, Pink,  violet O anuman ang kulay ng balat nya.(racist ba ito?) Hay naku Greje grabeh Muntik ko na xang pagsabihan na kahit ilang death threats pa ang iharap mo sa akin hindi mo ako mapapatay. Hindi rin naman ako sakim sa tulong kung gusto nya .  Pero wala sanang bastusan! sana Pag tumwag uli xa makahanap xa ng matatakot nya. kahit sang lupalop pa xa galing Hindi ako matatakot sa kanya. at hindi ako bobo para pagsabihan nya akong IDIOT. Honor student ata ito.

Good luck sa kanya pakasal na lang siya kay madam auring para magenjoy sila sa kubeta. SI micheal jackson kausapin nya pra magpaopera at Sex change din xa!

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Memoirs

Memoirs of Greje

Chapter I: I am Greje.

GREJE pretty unique huh? Ever wonder why it’s my name? Ever thought of it as a word coming from a foreign language? Ever thought of it as just a name never have ever been thought before?

I hate it when people mispronounce my name. I really hate it when they say it in the olden time folk’s way. It seems that I become older by 50 years every time they mispronounce it.

Oh well, there is nothing with my name to messed up with it’s just too unique to be mispronounced. Even me, myself mispronounce my name. Ha, I may laugh that bad at times but it is the truth have to live with. It’s already written in my name. Well, should I be thankful of its uniqueness? Should I hate it and Appeal for a new name? Well, it won’t be necessary anymore. Economically speaking I shouldn’t be. The court procedures might leave me broke.

I don’t want to change my name anymore, but as time goes by my friends, classmates, and some others would attempt to give me some nicknames. Though they suck at times, I still accept them. I do respond when they call me Paul. “Hey Paul, what’s up?” they would occasionally say. I would just look at them and smile saying, “I’m just fine”.

Paul is very far from the name that I should be using. But they are used to it and are really using it very comfortably. I really do recommend them to use my real name, so they tried altering the way they call me. They omitted the last syllable of my name and call me Grej /Gredz/. Well, it had been fine with me. I’m getting used to it anyway.

Oh, so much for my name. It’s not the issue here. Well, could I just ask myself why I am writing this awful story of mine? Sigh, you might say that I may be pathetic after reading this. It might also be so dramatic. Please bear with me. These stories will just be accounting what I feel about this world I am into from the awakening of my thoughts, from the day I started to be talkative and a lot more. They are all about me and all about everything I do. I’m writing these accounts to everyone who would want to read these for them to understand me. Why I have been acting this way and what I want to be In the near future. Feel free to give me your comments and more after reading this. May you enjoy this little story of mine, and please whatever you may read from these stories please don’t share this with other people. It is just between you and me. Of course you can share some of them to your friends. But as much as possible Keep it SECRET.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Chapter II: The Decision

I may not be here today to tell you how blessed I am. I may not be the person whom you’d be talking with now. I won’t be the person whom you are irritated right now. I won’t be the person whom you know today--- whom you’re angry at, whom you’d be annoyed with. These things won’t happen to you or to me if I didn’t take the path that I have chosen today.

I have been here for 18 years and 6 months now. I have been into the worst that life can offer. I really don’t understand why I should be taking such bad experience. I wonder why people should undergo such a hard time doing something when you can have it all in a different way.

My father used to tell me stories about how they have overcome the challenges when they were just starting to have their own family. They used to tell me about how they managed to have a family with just 50 pesos on their pocket. They were not that prepared when they started a family. They weren’t that good as well. My father finished college, yet he did not have job. I would blame him for this because he didn’t perform well. My mother on the other hand finished two years of college. They hand in hand helped each other to have a family. They used to tell me about the products that they cook. The sagmani, a type of kakanin common in the province, had been their way of surviving the hardships in life. My mother prepares them while my father sells them to our neighbors. If they happen to sell all of their products, the money will be used to buy the food, but if they won’t be able to sell all, the remaining kakanin shall serve as their food for the rest of the day.

During rainy days of their lives they were together. In good and bad times they were happy. The happiness inside their house got even better when they had a child. It was the decision that they have lived with. For me it has been one of the best decisions they have ever thought of.

TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Chapter III: September 29, 1989

And so it was. On September 29,1989, a baby boy was blessed upon Bernardo M. Abangan and Gloria R. Abangan. They were all pleased to welcome this little baby boy to the world. Gloria was probably exhausted when she brought him into this world. He might have been laboring for about an hour or two by then, but all of these efforts were covered by the joy when they finally see their son crying right before their very eye. It had been six months of care and anxiety, now they finally see themselves having a baby.

They raised their child with dignity. They trained him to be God-fearing and loving person. They did what they can just to bring him into the world with guidance.

Two years after, all rejoiced as another member of the family has been born. September 29, 1991. The birth of the second child and the birthday celebration of their eldest came. It was a good day for all of us. It’s a double celebration according to them.

The number 9 and my favorite numbers have been so helpful to me in everyway. In basketball and other athletic meets I always use my birth day as a number behind my shirt. It is also important for me to remember them because they are the numbers that I always use in my accounts and some password IDs. Truly number 29 will always be with me till the day that I die.

Now everytime this date passes by there remains a memorable part of it each year and they will always be a part of everything I am. From this day forward. 09.29.89 has been the numbers that I always use in some transactions that I make. They are easy to remember, and above all they are very much close to my heart. Maybe someday they will be the numbers that will win the jackpot at the Lottery, so what are you waiting for? Come and bet now. I’m just kidding.

Chapter IV: I am Greje

June, 1995, it was my first day in school. I never thought of anything that could have happen then. Yes, I know how to write and a lot of my ABC. I already know about the shapes and sizes and many different things, but I don’t even know how to speak with other people. I was so ashamed of myself. Oh, what a shy type of person I was then. I wonder how I’ve survived that day?

The day started with me being introduced by our teacher in front of the class. I am in front of different faces. I don’t know them at all. I wonder why I should be with them. I really don’t know how everyone thinks about me. I don’t know if they like me or what. All I know is that I am Greje. That is the only phrase I remember coming out of my mouth on that day. My parents have injected me some thoughts that would excite me just to fill me with enthusiasm to join the school. I think they have done it well, but the real results came into play when I finally stepped inside the room. The enthusiasm had suddenly turned into anxiety. I probably have slipped my tongue and forgot to think about other things except for my name.

My name has always been an issue. When we started to write our names and practice writing all those all headings we have to write before the exams, I have aced with it for my name was too short compared to my classmates. We wrote all those monotonous headings for about an hour or two. It was really so exhausting. I think I had my fingers fractured due to that exercise. It was so pain staking.

Our teacher Mrs. Joy was so glad to give us a lot of new things to discover. She was equally good in teaching. I learned a lot from her. GMRC has been the subject right after the flag ceremony. After which English, my favorite subject, will follow. Mathematics will soon be thought about when recess wraps up. Science has been the signal that the morning session is about to end and we will be going home in a few minutes. The parents would finally be there to fetch my classmates. What a beautiful sight. I was just so contented watching my classmates being fetched one by one. And afterwards, I would go home walking or ridden by a tricycle.

In the afternoon, Filipino and Sibika at Kultura will be the subjects. After these subjects, the whole day of school ends with the announcement of the sweepers. I would always raise my hand to read who’s in the list for the day. I’m assigned on Monday. And after these events end, A common sight of parents fetching their children would fill me with envy. I couldn’t help it but to be happy for what I can see that is happening to my classmates. My heart breaks into pieces when I try to walk away from our room seeing a lot of them happy, a child kissing her mother on the left, a child running to her father, a smile welcoming them. What a happy sight. It breaks me in two when that single moment of my life it was really rare for me to have such opportunity.

I seldom ask myself is this really Greje? Am I Greje? It has been the greatest question I have ever thought of. Who am I? Who will I be?

Chapter V: You’re an Honor student? And so...?

Finishing my first grade elementary was quite good. My inhibitions have been covered up by the fact that I learned about my potentials. I rarely hear about the good things that I have done. There had been zero appreciation for every accomplishment that I make. It has been understatement of me that I should live without being noticed.

My father had been converted to a new religion. They were born again, according to a tag line. I was in 2^nd grade that time. From the very beginning this tag line entered into my senses, persecutions had been usual. People did not accept the fact that I am a member of that certain congregation. I wished for their happiness and success while they curse me to die. I prayed for their forgiveness while they pushes me and laughed at me. I shared words of wisdom and friendship with them when they don’t accept it. It was a nice change. This was the reality then. The right to have freedom in religion was underscored by the prejudice people have in their minds. Well, it had been the case from then on.

The whole family have been in the religion and we are happy to be in it. Even my grandmother who had been a strong catholic fanatic then had also change. My grandmother would even try to go to our local church even if she feels bad about her health. She tried many kinds of alternative medicine just to cure her sickness but nothing seems to give her the results she wanted. My grandmother had been my inspiration through and through. Even though we haven’t talked that much I really can’t forget her. I often disregard her because of her age. I remember the times when I always step on her beautifully made up toe nails. She would call me in her slow, deep, harsh voice, “Greje”. She often tells me about the way the lived in the past.

A bright same old, typical morning welcomed me that day. The sun was shining bright. All seems to be right. I didn’t notice my mother’s voice right inside that room that used to ignore. What I did notice is the cold wind coming out from that room. It seems to hug me like someone I know before. It made me so tensed that I couldn’t move my feet to trod on that certain direction where I heard the voice of a weeping lady. It was too late for me to know that sad news. I gently trod my feet towards that room and a vivid picture of an old lady lying in her bed with no life struck me. I don’t what to do that time. I didn’t know what emotion I should act that moment. I don’t know if I should cry or what. All the picture tells me is the fact that the person whom I’m annoyed with had been gone for good.

Several days passed, varied things have come into play. The whole house was filled with a lot of people visiting the corpse of my lola. Then I had the opportunity of meeting a lot of people from different parts of the country. My relatives from Manila and Leyte whom I never knew before came to visit. All of them coming into the scene with different emotions: My uncle was crying when he came. My aunt was calm when she arrived. Some were happy, while some were not that emotional at all. All of these giving me the fact that people such as them really loves my grandmother.

When my grand mother was buried, all of the memories have come back. They all reminded me of the old person whom I was annoyed with. Then a realization told me that we remember the value of the person when he or she is already gone.

I was a bout to finish my second grade when these events have happened. The school year was about to end. The teacher announced who were in the top ten of the class. Our teacher told me that I was on top of it. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents about it. I was running for joy as I come home. The whole room was so dark. On a table is my father doing something. My mother was in the kitchen cooking our meal. I greeted them good morning showed them my card. As if unnoticed they continued doing what they were doing before I came home. I left the card let on the table. I was about to tell them about the news when our neighbor who was then a teacher at our school came. “Oh, Greje is such a brilliant boy he is the first honor on the list. She showed the program of activities to them.” says our neighbor. “Oh, you should be ready for tomorrow”, she added. My mother got excited about it and cheered me up.

When we were about to go to our school trouble came. An argument about me has sprout out. My father didn’t like me getting the honor. It was my perception when he told me those words saying, “Pa-honor honor man hine…..” I was so disappointed about it. It broke my heart in two. I don’t know if it was my fault to earn an honor. I am not even sure if I should be happy about it. Will I think for it as a complement? Or a liability?

From that day on, I started to make it as a challenge. I started earning honors from grade 2 till grade 6.

When I reached grade six, I was third honors for the whole batch. It has been a great competition as we competing with people from a Special class. I was the only person coming from a regular class outside the special program but I aced all of the challenges and all of them were shocked to know that someone coming from a regular class would come out to be an honor student.

The following tells you about my years in elementary:

Grade	Section	Honors
1	5	None
2	4	First honors
3	3	Second honors
4	SPED C	First Honors
5	SPED B (Section 1)	First Honors
6	SPED A	Third Honors

Chapter VII: Eighty Five

I really hate number 85. It really is the grade that I have to maintain all the time. Since high school, my teachers would challenge me to maintain that grade. It’s the least that we should have in every subject. Once we already have it, we can no longer have the chance to receive the honors. It really is so difficult to attain. Everyone would work hard just to refrain from getting that grade. Well, I never did get that certain grade. I worked hard for me not to get them.

One of my favorite subjects is History. I always memorize and comprehend each and every word that the book would suggest. I always top in our exams in history. I never thought that I would have such grade in that subject. For me it’s the easiest subject. Nevertheless it is the most ignored subject of all. I never thought that I will have a problem with it. Our teacher then was so strict. Our attendance, attitude, and other assignments were strictly marked. It wasn’t a treat at all for me.

Our professor at the end of the first quarter told me that I had 84 in my card. I won’t be included in the list of honors therefore. I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe I’m already out of the list. Out of depression, I did not work well on my subjects. I was so fed up and found no purpose of studying for there will be no rewards to be given anymore.

It was too late of me to know that it wasn’t the grade that was recorded on my card. I have to recover all my dignity and therefore study well. At the end of the semester, I did well. I topped the exams. I learned a lesson on a hard way. It was too late for me but I did my best. It is where I started to be mindful of my actions. Now, I don’t belittle my other subjects.

Now I really love number 85. I still have to maintain the same grade with my college GPA. I really have to. It is my scholarship that is at stake, so work very hard just to attain this goal.

Chapter VIII: High School Graduation

All are dressed in white clothes, holding a mortar on my left hand, we fall in line. I was with my old shoes. The ribbon on my clothes were dangling as if they were about to fall. People started to crowd. Parents of my classmates started to fall in line too. They were all happy. My classmates posed for shots. Sparkle of glitters shine on their faces as their faces were covered by make up. The whole atmosphere was filled with the spirit of no ending joy.

I was on the second row at the second column. On my line are my classmates arranged in alphabetical order. My classmates are with their parents. As the music of the famous theme for graduation fills the air, students started to walk in front towards the gym. It was so painful to me while my classmates walk through the isle of the gym with their parents. I was the only one who walked without anyone to accompany me.

We sat in front of the stage. Knowing that after all of this ceremony, we are officially off the campus, the contract between SSU and the students would finally end. After this event we are no longer the responsibility of our school. I started to cry when the theme have finished playing. The whole atmosphere has been colder than even before.

Our advisor started to whisper some words into my mouth to ask me if my parent is within the crowd. I started to look from left to right. I couldn’t find anyone of my parents. When my name was called by the mater of ceremonies, I stood up, looked as if I was trying to find someone, and found someone standing behind the throng of women. I went up the stage and wait for a medal to be wrapped around my neck. I was so glad to have the medal, though I wasn’t in with the honors no one had ever surpassed my award in Science. I am really happy about it. I was so proud of it.

As the ceremonies end, the question of what ifs played into my mind. What if I studied well/ what if I did not experience prejudice? What if I was the person that I used to be? What if I did not slack? What if I wasn’t rebellious? Will I be wearing more than one medal? Will I be happier? All have been a question of what ifs.

Epilogue

These accounts about myself are just a portion of what I really want to share with you. I want to share more stories about myself and how I feel about the events that have shaped me but time is really rare for me to spare with. Maybe for the next few years I will be able to develop more them into writing. Only time will tell. For now this will be the account of who I am, The memoirs of being me, the memoirs of being Greje.

103 ways to say THAT you are working in a Call Center

(Wag ko sana danasin ang lahat ng ito)

1. dahil halos di na kayo nagkikita ng nanay at tatay mo, ang tawag na nila sayo ay "boarder" at sinisingil ka na nila sa upa mo.

2. pag sasagot ka ng telepono, lagi na lang may opening spiel...example:*toot* .... thank you for calling (the company) this is (your name) how may i help you?

3. eksperto ka na sa power nap, yung mga 15mins break nyo, itinutulog mo na lang para fresh pagkacalls uli, mya na yung 1 hour nap.

4. di mo na alam bumiyahe pag may araw, nalilito ka bakit andaming tao,at bakit di na dumadaan ang dyip dun sa mga kalsada na 1 way.

5. marami ka nang naiipong jacket... nakakahiya naman kung pare-pareho jacket mo araw-araw at super ginaw naman pag wala.

6. sanay kang maglakad-lakad ng nakamedyas.

7. ang tawag mo sa mga friends mo...dude, bro, coach,tl, sup.

8. di na dugo ang dumadaloy sayo... kape!

9. finefake mo na wag maging "slang" pag nagbabayad ka sa tindahan o kaya sa jeep para wag akalain na pasosyal ka... masama pa, mas panget pakinggan.

10. tadaaaaa! nagsasalita ka sa pagtulog mo, pati calls mo napapanaginipan mo.

11. pumuputi ka na dahil di ka na naaarawan.

12. sanay ka nang matulog kahit maingay sa loob at labas ng bahay nyo.

13. kinalimutan ka na ng mga kaibigan mo dahil existing ka lang pag tulog na sila.

14. sanay ka na sa mga prank callers at mga death treats na nakasulat lang... *sa dami ba naman ng ma-encounter mong ganito gabi-gabi sa trabaho eh**

15. di ka na sanay sa traffic. papasok at pauwi sa trabaho walang traffic.

16. di na tama ang oras ng pagkain mo. breakfast mo ay hapunan na. lunch mo sa madaling araw. dinner mo pag uwi mo sa umaga.

17. lahat ng kasabay mo sa jeep pag papasok ka, pagod na. ikaw lang ang bagong ligo at bagong gel.

18. maski sa bahay, mabilis kang kumain.

19. hindi ka na kilala ng aso nyo

20. ayaw mo na mag-jeep. kailangan taxi or kaya aircon na bus.

21. wala ka nang alam na balita.

22. nahihiya kang magpunta sa mga reunion lalo na't alam mong successful lahat ng ka-batch mo.

23. sasabihin mo field ng trabaho mo IT, di call center.

24. nasusuka ka na pag nakita mo ang pc sa bahay nyo..

25. sasabihin mong tech support engineer ka, pero rep ka lang..

26. pag payday... olats lahat sweldo ng mga kaklase mong board passer. (8k per month lang sila) isang kinsenas mo na yun..:P

27. pag day off mo na lang ikaw nakakapaanood ng noon time show!

28. hindi mo na kilala ang mga bagong artista.

29. hindi mo na alam itsura ng mall...

30. di ka na maebs sa bahay, sanay ka na sa cr ng 6th floor or ibang floor.

31. madalas kulang gamit mo sa bahay dahil nasa locker

32. ayaw mo nang pumasok sa internet cafe!

33. alam mo kung sino si Avaya

34. sanay ka nang pumasok ng bagong gising... kakabangon lang galing sleeping lounge.

35. maglo-lock ka ng pc kahit sa bahay na. pag pindot mo ng CTRL + ALT+ DEL iba ang lalabas.

36. sanay ka ng kumain sa harap ng pc mo kahit nsa bahay.

37. papasok ka sa ofc na nka-jeans, tshirt and cap astig!)

38. mas malaki sweldo mo sa mga ka-batch mo, nagkakanda-kuba na sila sa trabaho nila

39. puro ka-age mo mga ka-opisina mo, walang old maids and DOMs!!

40. mabilis ka ng mag pabili ng corn bits at chicharon sa ermats mo...

41. nakapanood ka na ng rally sa Ayala

42. pag nakakarinig ka ng Kaching!!! akala mo may mail ka na dumating. hehe

43. nakita mo na lahat ng klase ng vendo machine

44. dito sa opisina mo nararanasan na napakabagal ng oras!

45. lahat na ng rason para umabsent nagawa mo na

46. sanay ka na makarinig ng napakalakas na pag singa ng sipon.

47. marami ka ng naipon na microwavable container

48. marami kang ketchup packs galing mcdo at jollibee

49. pag nagkukwento ka sa mga barkada jargon lahat. di nila maintindihan ang ibig sabihin ng ticket..

50. hindi ka na sanay umakyat ng hagdan

51. pag gumagamit ka ng cr,, di ka na nagpa-flush.. kc akala mo kusa na lulubog ebs mo.

52. sawa ka na internet kasi sa trabaho panay ang browsing..

53. during office hours, hindi ka lalabas ng building ng walang dalang relo. baka ma-over break.

54. akala mo may sarili kang locker sa bahay nyo.

55. marunong ka na makipagsagutan at makipagbarahan ng english

56. sanay ka ng magyosi o umidlip pag alas dos at alas kwatro ng umaga

57. dito ka na makakakita ng gf, bf, or asawa. wala ka ng time maghanap sa labas.

58. pag may problema ka sa pc mo, una mong ginagawa ay clear cache at cookies.

59. nanghihingi ka pa ng baon sa nanay mo kahit mas malaki sweldo mo sa kanya..

60. nang ho-hoard ka na din ng tissue sa bahay

61. kala mo libre ang kape sa select...

62. libre parking mo sa building, klasmeyts mo nagbabayad araw-araw ng parking.

63. pag nag cr ka...sanay ka na sa gripo na automatic at toilet bowl...

64. nakaipon ka na ng mouse ball sa bahay

65. nagulat ka ng masabi mo ang opening spiel mo habang nagbabayad sa jeep

66. naka id ka pa kahit nasa jeep

67. kaya mong tiisin na hindi palitan ang damit mo ng 16 hours

68. pagtinanong ng mga ka tropa mo kung ano ang sinusupport mo... sabihin mo msn.com (hahahaha!) kasi pag sinabi mong passport, hindi nila alam yun.

69. mas sanay ka na mag Ctrl+C & Ctrl+V at nahihiya ka na ngayon mo lang nalaman yun.

70. madalas mo harangin ang mga calls

71. Nasanay ka nang may katabing TL na hindi umuuwi. pagpasok mo nandun na. pag-uwi mo nandun pa rin.

72. kahit may malaki kayong speaker sa bahay gusto mo pa din naka-earphones!

73. gusto mo nang lumipat sa makati

74. nung pinasok ng akyat bahay ang bahay nyo, nagsisigaw ka ng HACKER!!! HACKER!!!

75. minumura mo pag nakatalikod kahit sinong amerikano na makita mo. *yan ung kausap ko kanina!!!**

76. pag tinatamad ka tumanggap ng tawag, matapang ka na at alam mo na ang gagawin:

77. puro kalyo na ang wrist at daliri mo

78. sanay ka nang makipag-usap sa telepono sa bahay kahit malakas ang TV. sa office parang limang TV ang nakatapat sayo habang may kausap.

79. pumasok ka na ng puyat, lasing at gutom

80. may picture ka ng nakasuot ng headset

81. sanay ka nang matulog ng dilat ang mata. hindi pwede pahuli.

82. lahat ng style ng pagtulog maiisip mo.

83. lahat ng kaibigan mo may christmas vacation ikaw wala

84. mas gusto mo na mag warm transfer sa ibang department para makatulog ka habang naka-mute at nakikinig sa usapan nila

85. yung ex mo may kasama ng iba

86. lahat ng holiday pumapasok ka kasi double pay malaki ang bayad.

87. d2 ka na sa opisina nakakabili lahat ng gamit mo: kwintas, sabon, shampoo, tocino, longganisa, hikaw, magazine, aso, libro, tshirt, prepaid card, eload, dvd, vcd, yema, corn bits...

88. d2 ka na nasanay kumain ng pagkain na luto sa microwave

89. palaging matabang ang kape sa office

90. imposibleng hindi ka pa nakatanggap ng memo

91. gusto mo na din bumili ng water dispenser kasi pitsel lang ang nasa bahay nyo.

92. nakakausap ka na ng pilipino sa ibang bansa

93. dami mo na naiipon na stirrer (red) galing starbucks kakabili ng kape.

94. nasanay ka nang mgpadeliver ng pagkain.

95. nakakita ka ng artista na nagbebenta ng pagkain sa pantry.

96. dito ka lang makakakita ng pinagsama-samang tinda na: medyas, vitamins, christmas lights, cologne. yosi, siomai at lahat ng klase ng pagkain, relos, kalendaryo, stuff toys, make up, kikay kit, deodorant, kwintas, sasakyan, camera, video, audio, foot spa , milk spa, bags wallet, sinturon, mamon, hamon...

97. d2 ka na expose sa tapa king, zuppa, yellow cab, jugnos, bermuda hotel's pancit canton, wendy's. north park, starbucks

98. di mo maenjoy christmas party kasi kaylangan mo bumalik sa office dahil may pasok ka pa.

99. ice tea ka lang, mga kasama mo.. beer!!!

100. may bago kang damit kada sweldo dahil takot ka makarinig nanaman na paulit-ulit ang suot mo.

101. Lahat ng kaibigan mo kinakahiya at minamaliit nila ang ginagawa mo... Pero pag dating sa araw ng sweldo nagpapalibre sayo.



102. Lahat ng nanglalait sayo na sa call center ka nag tratrabaho, ngayon nakikita mo sa lobby na nag-aapply.



103. Eto na ang tinuturing mong Buhay!

Ako at ang Mahiwagang headset

Ang aking mahiwagang headset
ang kasa-kasama sa tuwi-tuwina.

Ito ang aking kaibigan sa araw-araw.

anu na lang kaya ang mangyayari pag ikaw ay nawala.

anu na lan g ang sasabihin ko kay julia.

anu na lang ang aking gagawin kung ikaw ay wala

Opening Speil

"Kailangan Pa Bang Imemorize yan?"

Nung nagsisimula pa lang nga ako, talagang super paghahanda ako sa pagpronounce at pad-articulate ng opening speil na ko. Todo emote at grabe ang tutok ko sa salamin sa kakapraktis. Nababaligtad pa nga ata ang aking dila dahil medyo malatounge twister pa ang effect ng speil ng comapany na inirerepresent ko.

Naging habit na ang pagsasambit ng walang kasawa-sawang script na ito. hanggang sa panaginip at mga bangungot kasa-kasama ko ang banggiting ito. Everytime na may maririnig kang kaching-kaching, biglang lalabas ang mga natural reflexes mo at biglang masasabi mo " Thank You For calling t*t T*t. How may I help You?" na may boses na namimistulang walang sakit, walang problema at mainit na tumatanggap sa kung sino mang makakausap mong hindi mo namna kakilala.

Dito nagsisimula ang usapan. Sa pagkakataon o kahit di ka pa man nagsisismulang banggitin iyong paboritong script (Opening Speil) na karaniwang sinasambit sa panimula ng tawag ay bigla ka nang sisigawan ng Kanong nasa kabilang linya. Pagkahaba-habang serye ng litanya ng mga kaartehan nalalaman, mga reklamo na walang kupas at pare-pareho, at lahat ng uri ng mga pagbabanta ang maririnig mo sa kanya. Ang pagmumura nilang walang wagas sa kabanalan at panghahamon at insultong napakainosente ang nagsisilbing musika sa iyong mga tainga.

Sa loob-loob mo hindi ka nalang sana nagpasalamat sa pagtawag nila o di kaya ay hindi ka na lang sana nagtanong kung ano ang maitutulong mo sa kanila kung mumurahin ka lang ng kausap mo sa kabilang linya.

Oo sa kabila ng pagmamagandang loob na tulungan mo sila ay minumura ka pa nla. Hindi ka rin naman makapagmura pabalkik dahil nasa kabilang linya naman ang mga tagapagtiktik satawag mo, mga nagwa-wiretap at nag-oobserba sa bawat o piling mga tawag na iyong natatanggap.Magkukunwari ka namang nakangiti kahit buwesit na buwesit ka na. Kunwaring nakangiti ka pa na sinisigawan ka nila. Habang Si Kustomer ay naglilitanya dagli monamang pipindutin ang Mute at saka ka naman Magmumura sa Kausap sa mga katangahang nagawa nya. Dito mo naman nailalabas ang Tensyon sa isipan. Napakataas na uri ng kaplastikan at pagkukunwari mo namang sasabihin sa kahuli-hulihang bahagi ng inyong usapan na ikaw ay nagpapasalamat sa kanilang pagtawag. Pagkatapos ng buong usapan pipindutin ang mute at saka ka mgamumura sa harap ng Avaya na wala namang kinalaman sa inyong usapan. Biglang Tutunog ang Prompt ng pagdating ng Susunod na tawag. Biglang Pipindutin ang mute. Magpapalit ng mukha, Mula sa galit at naiinis na emosyon patungo sa isang mapagkumbaba at propesyonal upang sambitin na naman ang walang kasawa-sawang Opening Speil.

The anatony of a Call center Agent

There is a blog onthe net that i happen to bimp in.. You can visit his blog on http://www.keithrull.com/CommentView,guid,00a823ed-ce64-4eee-935d-83a52e1a42dc.aspx


The blogger, MR. Keith Rull found the poster on a machine while he was backing it up.. He pointed out on his blog that in the Philippines there is a big attraction to the call center industry that you would know at least two of your acquaintances to work in a call center.. fresh graduates join the call center industry simply beacause they are attracted with the high pay which ranges from 15k +. Some just join the industry to have a temporary job before they engage themselves with the desired career they would want. in instances like when the fresh grad needs to have a review for a board exam. and so many more reasons..

I trust in you

It has been a legacy that years come in and pass

but still the promise remains.

My God has been so faithful.

He has always been here since the day I was born.

He is always
here in every ups and downs.

He never left me.

He is my
guide.

He is my assurance.

I trust him always

I want a cup of Coffeeeeee!!!

Hello Everyone., I know that you know how expensive a kupakofee from starbucks it can be. yes I am one of the victims of the adiction and this coffee has brought me off.

I wonder how many of our friends manage to buy, and spew their money onto these so expensive cups of addictive syrup of black grilled cocoa beans. If we will consider buying a cup of coffee from an instant powdered coffee it makes no difference on the taste and on flavour as long as you know how to make a right combination of coffee, sugar and cream. The only thing that makes the mark and differentiate each one from the other is the tag and name of the makers of these coffee drink..

Tademark as what they call it keeps it apart from any other cups..

Why BPOs (call centers) needs the Philippines

1. Multi national companies had their back room operations here in Philippines. Multinational companies such as Dell, Hewlet-Packard, Motorola, General Motors to name a few had existing contact centers here in the country.
2. Large international financial institution such as JP Morgan Chase Bank and HSBC has chosen Philippines to be their offshore location.
3. Attrition rates in key locations such as Manila and Cebu, are gradually increasing for specific skills and middle managers.
4. The Philippines has a good labor pool that is scalable at low cost. Country’s labor cost is much lower than India, and wage inflation and attrition ratios are lower.
5. The Philippine government is conduit in making the country suitable for outsourcing. Tax incentives and exemptions were given to augment the needs of the industry.
6. Cultural affinity.
7. The Philippines is the third largest English speaking nation in the world. Aside from English spoken language, Filipinos are also knowledgeable when it comes to Spanish language. The country can also serve the Hispanic communities around the world.
8. Philippines have a clear edge over all its offshore contenders due to its high end telecommunications infrastructure. Philippines do not encounter the “last mile” issues exist in India because the massive build up of trans-pacific communication with a significant amount of voice/data communication bandwidth available plus the effort of local telecommunications company in establishing digital connectivity throughout the country.
9. Filipinos were taught to have a neutral accent which is essential in doing business with American customers.
10. Many studies and research done by different international research groups proved that Philippines is the best destination to outsource business because of its people, culture and infrastructure.

The Psychomotor Domain

The psychomotor domain has received much less emphasis than either the cognitive or affective domains. Also, fewer persons have worked on delineating it. Anita J. Harrow has, however, developed a psychomotor taxonomy with several categories:

1. Reflex movements. Objectives at this level include (1) segmental reflexes (involving one spinal segment) and (2) intersegmental reflexes (involving more than one spinal segment). Example: After engaging in this activity, the student will be able to contact a muscle

2. Fundamental movements. Objectives in this category address behaviors related to (1) walking, (2) running, (3) jumping, (4) pushing, (5) pulling, and (6) manipulating. Example: The student will be able to jump over a 2-foot hurdle.

3. Perceptual abilities. Objectives in this division address (1) kinesthetic, (2) visual, (3) auditory, (4) tactile, and (5) coordination abilities. Example: The student will categorize by shape a group of building blocks.

4. Physical abilities. Objectives included at this level are related to (1) endurance, (2) strength, (3) flexibility, (4) agility, (5) reaction-response time, and (6) dexterity. Example: The student will do at least five pushups more at the end of the year.

5. Skilled Movements. Objectives at this level of the domain are concerned with (1) games, (2) sports, (3) dances, and (4) the arts.

Example: The student can correctly perform a series of somersaults.

6. Nondiscursive Communication. Objectives at this final level of the taxonomy relate to expressive movement through (1) posture, (2) estures, (3) facial expressions, and (4) creative movements.

Example: The student will be able to create his or her own movement sequence and perform it to music

Greje Abangan

Memoirs of

Greje

By: Greje R. Abangan

Chapter I: I am Greje.

ever wonder why it’s my name? Ever thought of it as a word coming from a foreign language? Ever thought of it as just a name never have ever been thought before?

I hate it when people mispronounce my name. I really hate it when they say it in the olden time folk’s way. It seems that I become older by 50 years every time they mispronounce it.

Oh well, there is nothing with my name to messed up with it’s just too unique to be mispronounced. Even me, myself mispronounce my name. Ha, I may laugh that bad at times but it is the truth have to live with. It’s already written in my name. Well, should I be thankful of its uniqueness? Should I hate it and Appeal for a new name? Well, it won’t be necessary anymore. Economically speaking I shouldn’t be. The court procedures might leave me broke.

I don’t want to change my name anymore, but as time goes by my friends, classmates, and some others would attempt to give me some nicknames. Though they suck at times, I still accept them. I do respond when they call me Paul. “Hey Paul, what’s up?” they would occasionally say. I would just look at them and smile saying, “I’m just fine”.

Paul is very far from the name that I should be using. But they are used to it and are really using it very comfortably. I really do recommend them to use my real name, so they tried altering the way they call me. They omitted the last syllable of my name and call me Grej /Gredz/. Well, it had been fine with me. I’m getting used to it anyway.

Oh, so much for my name. It’s not the issue here. Well, could I just ask myself why I am writing this awful story of mine? Sigh, you might say that I may be pathetic after reading this. It might also be so dramatic. Please bear with me. These stories will just be accounting what I feel about this world I am into from the awakening of my thoughts, from the day I started to be talkative and a lot more. They are all about me and all about everything I do. I’m writing these accounts to everyone who would want to read these for them to understand me. Why I have been acting this way and what I want to be In the near future. Feel free to give me your comments and more after reading this. May you enjoy this little story of mine, and please whatever you may read from these stories please don’t share this with other people. It is just between you and me. Of course you can share some of them to your friends. But as much as possible Keep it SECRET.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Chapter II: The Decision

may not be here today to tell you how blessed I am. I may not be the person whom you’d be talking with now. I won’t be the person whom you are irritated right now. I won’t be the person whom you know today--- whom you’re angry at, whom you’d be annoyed with. These things won’t happen to you or to me if I didn’t take the path that I have chosen today.

I have been here for 18 years and 6 months now. I have been into the worst that life can offer. I really don’t understand why I should be taking such bad experience. I wonder why people should undergo such a hard time doing something when you can have it all in a different way.

My father used to tell me stories about how they have overcome the challenges when they were just starting to have their own family. They used to tell me about how they managed to have a family with just 50 pesos on their pocket. They were not that prepared when they started a family. They weren’t that good as well. My father finished college, yet he did not have job. I would blame him for this because he didn’t perform well. My mother on the other hand finished two years of college. They hand in hand helped each other to have a family. They used to tell me about the products that they cook. The sagmani, a type of kakanin common in the province, had been their way of surviving the hardships in life. My mother prepares them while my father sells them to our neighbors. If they happen to sell all of their products, the money will be used to buy the food, but if they won’t be able to sell all, the remaining kakanin shall serve as their food for the rest of the day.

During rainy days of their lives they were together. In good and bad times they were happy. The happiness inside their house got even better when they had a child. It was the decision that they have lived with. For me it has been one of the best decisions they have ever thought of.

TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Chapter III: September 29, 1989

and so it was. On September 29,1989, a baby boy was blessed upon Bernardo M. Abangan and Gloria R. Abangan. They were all pleased to welcome this little baby boy to the world. Gloria was probably exhausted when she brought him into this world. He might have been laboring for about an hour or two by then, but all of these efforts were covered by the joy when they finally see their son crying right before their very eye. It had been six months of care and anxiety, now they finally see themselves having a baby.

They raised their child with dignity. They trained him to be God-fearing and loving person. They did what they can just to bring him into the world with guidance.

Two years after, all rejoiced as another member of the family has been born. September 29, 1991. The birth of the second child and the birthday celebration of their eldest came. It was a good day for all of us. It’s a double celebration according to them.

The number 9 and my favorite numbers have been so helpful to me in everyway. In basketball and other athletic meets I always use my birth day as a number behind my shirt. It is also important for me to remember them because they are the numbers that I always use in my accounts and some password IDs. Truly number 29 will always be with me till the day that I die.

Now everytime this date passes by there remains a memorable part of it each year and they will always be a part of everything I am. From this day forward. 09.29.89 has been the numbers that I always use in some transactions that I make. They are easy to remember, and above all they are very much close to my heart. Maybe someday they will be the numbers that will win the jackpot at the Lottery, so what are you waiting for? Come and bet now. I’m just kidding.

Chapter IV: I am Greje

une, 1995, it was my first day in school. I never thought of anything that could have happen then. Yes, I know how to write and a lot of my ABC. I already know about the shapes and sizes and many different things, but I don’t even know how to speak with other people. I was so ashamed of myself. Oh, what a shy type of person I was then. I wonder how I’ve survived that day?

The day started with me being introduced by our teacher in front of the class. I am in front of different faces. I don’t know them at all. I wonder why I should be with them. I really don’t know how everyone thinks about me. I don’t know if they like me or what. All I know is that I am Greje. That is the only phrase I remember coming out of my mouth on that day. My parents have injected me some thoughts that would excite me just to fill me with enthusiasm to join the school. I think they have done it well, but the real results came into play when I finally stepped inside the room. The enthusiasm had suddenly turned into anxiety. I probably have slipped my tongue and forgot to think about other things except for my name.

My name has always been an issue. When we started to write our names and practice writing all those all headings we have to write before the exams, I have aced with it for my name was too short compared to my classmates. We wrote all those monotonous headings for about an hour or two. It was really so exhausting. I think I had my fingers fractured due to that exercise. It was so pain staking.

Our teacher Mrs. Joy was so glad to give us a lot of new things to discover. She was equally good in teaching. I learned a lot from her. GMRC has been the subject right after the flag ceremony. After which English, my favorite subject, will follow. Mathematics will soon be thought about when recess wraps up. Science has been the signal that the morning session is about to end and we will be going home in a few minutes. The parents would finally be there to fetch my classmates. What a beautiful sight. I was just so contented watching my classmates being fetched one by one. And afterwards, I would go home walking or ridden by a tricycle.

In the afternoon, Filipino and Sibika at Kultura will be the subjects. After these subjects, the whole day of school ends with the announcement of the sweepers. I would always raise my hand to read who’s in the list for the day. I’m assigned on Monday. And after these events end, A common sight of parents fetching their children would fill me with envy. I couldn’t help it but to be happy for what I can see that is happening to my classmates. My heart breaks into pieces when I try to walk away from our room seeing a lot of them happy, a child kissing her mother on the left, a child running to her father, a smile welcoming them. What a happy sight. It breaks me in two when that single moment of my life it was really rare for me to have such opportunity.

I seldom ask myself is this really Greje? Am I Greje? It has been the greatest question I have ever thought of. Who am I? Who will I be?

Chapter V: You’re an Honor student? And so...?

inishing my first grade elementary was quite good. My inhibitions have been covered up by the fact that I learned about my potentials. I rarely hear about the good things that I have done. There had been zero appreciation for every accomplishment that I make. It has been understatement of me that I should live without being noticed.

My father had been converted to a new religion. They were born again, according to a tag line. I was in 2^nd grade that time. From the very beginning this tag line entered into my senses, persecutions had been usual. People did not accept the fact that I am a member of that certain congregation. I wished for their happiness and success while they curse me to die. I prayed for their forgiveness while they pushes me and laughed at me. I shared words of wisdom and friendship with them when they don’t accept it. It was a nice change. This was the reality then. The right to have freedom in religion was underscored by the prejudice people have in their minds. Well, it had been the case from then on.

The whole family have been in the religion and we are happy to be in it. Even my grandmother who had been a strong catholic fanatic then had also change. My grandmother would even try to go to our local church even if she feels bad about her health. She tried many kinds of alternative medicine just to cure her sickness but nothing seems to give her the results she wanted. My grandmother had been my inspiration through and through. Even though we haven’t talked that much I really can’t forget her. I often disregard her because of her age. I remember the times when I always step on her beautifully made up toe nails. She would call me in her slow, deep, harsh voice, “Greje”. She often tells me about the way the lived in the past.

A bright same old, typical morning welcomed me that day. The sun was shining bright. All seems to be right. I didn’t notice my mother’s voice right inside that room that used to ignore. What I did notice is the cold wind coming out from that room. It seems to hug me like someone I know before. It made me so tensed that I couldn’t move my feet to trod on that certain direction where I heard the voice of a weeping lady. It was too late for me to know that sad news. I gently trod my feet towards that room and a vivid picture of an old lady lying in her bed with no life struck me. I don’t what to do that time. I didn’t know what emotion I should act that moment. I don’t know if I should cry or what. All the picture tells me is the fact that the person whom I’m annoyed with had been gone for good.

Several days passed, varied things have come into play. The whole house was filled with a lot of people visiting the corpse of my lola. Then I had the opportunity of meeting a lot of people from different parts of the country. My relatives from Manila and Leyte whom I never knew before came to visit. All of them coming into the scene with different emotions: My uncle was crying when he came. My aunt was calm when she arrived. Some were happy, while some were not that emotional at all. All of these giving me the fact that people such as them really loves my grandmother.

When my grand mother was buried, all of the memories have come back. They all reminded me of the old person whom I was annoyed with. Then a realization told me that we remember the value of the person when he or she is already gone.

I was a bout to finish my second grade when these events have happened. The school year was about to end. The teacher announced who were in the top ten of the class. Our teacher told me that I was on top of it. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents about it. I was running for joy as I come home. The whole room was so dark. On a table is my father doing something. My mother was in the kitchen cooking our meal. I greeted them good morning showed them my card. As if unnoticed they continued doing what they were doing before I came home. I left the card let on the table. I was about to tell them about the news when our neighbor who was then a teacher at our school came. “Oh, Greje is such a brilliant boy he is the first honor on the list. She showed the program of activities to them.” says our neighbor. “Oh, you should be ready for tomorrow”, she added. My mother got excited about it and cheered me up.

When we were about to go to our school trouble came. An argument about me has sprout out. My father didn’t like me getting the honor. It was my perception when he told me those words saying, “Pa-honor honor man hine…..” I was so disappointed about it. It broke my heart in two. I don’t know if it was my fault to earn an honor. I am not even sure if I should be happy about it. Will I think for it as a complement? Or a liability?

From that day on, I started to make it as a challenge. I started earning honors from grade 2 till grade 6.

When I reached grade six, I was third honors for the whole batch. It has been a great competition as we competing with people from a Special class. I was the only person coming from a regular class outside the special program but I aced all of the challenges and all of them were shocked to know that someone coming from a regular class would come out to be an honor student.

The following tells you about my years in elementary:

Grade	Section	Honors
1	5	None
2	4	First honors
3	3	Second honors
4	SPED C	First Honors
5	SPED B (Section 1)	First Honors
6	SPED A	Third Honors

Chapter VI: High School Life

s I finish elementary, a new challenge has posed against me. I tried my very best to go to good school. I didn’t have the chance to review for the Philippine science exam so more or less I flunked it. Two major school shave been so influential to everyone in our town: The Samar national School and Samar State University. The most influential and most trusted school was SSU. Everyone wants to go to that school but only 95 are admitted. I took the exam there. It was so difficult. When the results came out, I found my name on top of the list. I thought it was in alphabetical order so I presumed it was just ok. Then I have noticed that it wasn’t. I was on top of the list and it was so shocking to know that I belong to the group of topnotch.

First day of school came. I happened to know about everyone. I did not have someone to be with that time. I have nobody close to me. High School was so hard for me as I have nobody to be with. I always walk alone. I always go to the library and read some books. I go with the regular norms and conduct with the school but I don’t have anybody with me to stay and be a true friend. Most of the people surrounding me were not real. Most of the time, I am alone. People don’t understand me because no one seems to give me a chance to be with them. I felt that I should be with them and help the group but no one would let me belong to group.

I never felt the sense of belongingness and the heart of being a person with friends surrounding you. I never had of the feeling of being loved and to love. The usual high school teenage boy life has not happened to me. Bullying was the regular load. They consider me a teacher’s pet because I am close with my teachers. I learned a lot of things from experience: Experiences of being deprived, experiences of being forgotten when a blessing is being distributed. I really know how much value it is to be in the top. You are the person being asked by your classmates when a difficult question is being asked; you are the person to be with when difficult assignments are being given; they would want to sit beside you when exams are being given; and you will be the person to be annoyed with when you top the exams because of competition. That’s the best high school life ever. A lot of competition is happening. The whole place is on fire when a task is being done. You will be admired by others. The same number or more shall be annoyed at you when you did better than they can. Everyday is a hell of a fight.

Every year you are the person to be watched at. They would expect you to be on the top. They expect you to be an honor student once again. They would be admiring you for those things that you can do.

Science has been the monopoly that I consider the best that I can perform with. I always make it a point that I will top the exams and I will expect to have the best grade in the class. When ever the grades are given away, I would always expect the same. Chemistry is one of the reasons I did not perform well with the rest of high school. I performed well with it and did well. I was so disappointed to know that after all the efforts I have done for the subject I would earn the grade that I did not expect. As revenge, I did not take the challenge anymore. I cut classes and started to slack around. I was so rebellious that time.

I am not the only one who did something bad about our chemistry teacher, there had also been someone even before who rallied against his unfair way of grading. What I did was just a part of the way my classmate did.

Chapter VII: Eighty Five

hate number 85. It really is the grade that I have to maintain all the time. Since high school, my teachers would challenge me to maintain that grade. It’s the least that we should have in every subject. Once we already have it, we can no longer have the chance to receive the honors. It really is so difficult to attain. Everyone would work hard just to refrain from getting that grade. Well, I never did get that certain grade. I worked hard for me not to get them.

One of my favorite subjects is History. I always memorize and comprehend each and every word that the book would suggest. I always top in our exams in history. I never thought that I would have such grade in that subject. For me it’s the easiest subject. Nevertheless it is the most ignored subject of all. I never thought that I will have a problem with it. Our teacher then was so strict. Our attendance, attitude, and other assignments were strictly marked. It wasn’t a treat at all for me.

Our professor at the end of the first quarter told me that I had 84 in my card. I won’t be included in the list of honors therefore. I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe I’m already out of the list. Out of depression, I did not work well on my subjects. I was so fed up and found no purpose of studying for there will be no rewards to be given anymore.

It was too late of me to know that it wasn’t the grade that was recorded on my card. I have to recover all my dignity and therefore study well. At the end of the semester, I did well. I topped the exams. I learned a lesson on a hard way. It was too late for me but I did my best. It is where I started to be mindful of my actions. Now, I don’t belittle my other subjects.

Now I really love number 85. I still have to maintain the same grade with my college GPA. I really have to. It is my scholarship that is at stake, so work very hard just to attain this goal.

Chapter VIII: High School Graduation

ressed in white clothes, holding a mortar on my left hand, we fall in line. I was with my old shoes. The ribbon on my clothes were dangling as if they were about to fall. People started to crowd. Parents of my classmates started to fall in line too. They were all happy. My classmates posed for shots. Sparkle of glitters shine on their faces as their faces were covered by make up. The whole atmosphere was filled with the spirit of no ending joy.

I was on the second row at the second column. On my line are my classmates arranged in alphabetical order. My classmates are with their parents. As the music of the famous theme for graduation fills the air, students started to walk in front towards the gym. It was so painful to me while my classmates walk through the isle of the gym with their parents. I was the only one who walked without anyone to accompany me.

We sat in front of the stage. Knowing that after all of this ceremony, we are officially off the campus, the contract between SSU and the students would finally end. After this event we are no longer the responsibility of our school. I started to cry when the theme have finished playing. The whole atmosphere has been colder than even before.

Our advisor started to whisper some words into my mouth to ask me if my parent is within the crowd. I started to look from left to right. I couldn’t find anyone of my parents. When my name was called by the mater of ceremonies, I stood up, looked as if I was trying to find someone, and found someone standing behind the throng of women. I went up the stage and wait for a medal to be wrapped around my neck. I was so glad to have the medal, though I wasn’t in with the honors no one had ever surpassed my award in Science. I am really happy about it. I was so proud of it.

As the ceremonies end, the question of what ifs played into my mind. What if I studied well/ what if I did not experience prejudice? What if I was the person that I used to be? What if I did not slack? What if I wasn’t rebellious? Will I be wearing more than one medal? Will I be happier? All have been a question of what ifs.

Epilogue

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These accounts about myself are just a portion of what I really want to share with you. I want to share more stories about myself and how I feel about the events that have shaped me but time is really rare for me to spare with. Maybe for the next few years I will be able to develop more them into writing. Only time will tell. For now this will be the account of who I am, The memoirs of being me, the memoirs of being Greje.

Greje R. Abangan