07 December 2013 - creating a planner
Last year, I was doing my thesis, and I acquired enough visits to Starbucks to get myself a planner.
This year, I am semi-broke, living under the mercy of the family, as I slowly journey towards independence. I am also saving up for a new laptop.
So I’ll just squeeze some creative juice out and make my own 2014 planner.
Most of the time, I dislike Manila.
But there are some aspects about it that I like: sitting in Luneta with a bunch of different strangers, walking up and down Malate to find a cheap bite to eat, watching clueless foreigners work their way through the dirty streets, observing free zumba classes along the bay on Sunday mornings, and the sunset that happens at the bay every afternoon.
You know you’re lucky if you take a random walk through Luneta and then BAM! The Philippine Philharmonic Orchestra is having a free concert.
The feels you get while listening to a live orchestra is just beyond words.
Workless Weekend #12: Pacifico
23 November 2013
There’s an exhibit at the National Art Gallery that is currently ongoing.
It’s about conquest-era Spain and the expeditions that fueled adventure at that time.
The exhibit is fascinating, educational, engaging, but quite sad. There are tallies for each expedition, each ship, each conquistador. So much lives were lost, all for the sake of discovery. The rewards were vast, yet the chances of surviving a journey was very low.
I am not a fan of colonization, no matter how much “good” it has causes as some people may argue. But I will give my respect to the ones brave enough to face the ocean in an era when people didn’t even know what an ocean is.
03 November 2013 - Camp John Hay
When you stand there and keep still, you hear this noise resembling heavy rain.
It’s not raining, but you see that the hundred pine trees above you move against each other in the wind, and they create this loud sound.
It’s like the trees are roaring.
1 November 2013
Tumba-tumba is an All Souls’ Day tradition that my family practices.
We light almost a hundred candles around the houses of my grandmother and aunt.
As a kid I was told that this keeps the spirits from entering our homes, that the candles create some sort of protective barrier from the dead.
A more religious explanation states that these candles are for our beloved dead whose graves we couldn’t visit that day.
I like the first explanation better. I freak out whenever a series of candles suddenly goes out. I make sure all gates have their own candles. I feel safer knowing that the candles are there to protect me.
But honestly, we do it because it’s fun.
28 October 2013
The sister went back to Pedro Gil to take care of sick people.
The brother and cousins are in the province for sembreak.
It’s been four months since I started working.
I do not expect to get a dream job so early in my career. I don’t even have that license yet. Yes, I am starting out as a CAD monkey, but lately the bosses have been including me in actual serious real-world stuff. Baby steps, Camille. Baby steps.
I work for a company that deals mostly with construction. We are more often contractors than designers.
It’s a very young company. It started out by selling CAD software a few years ago, then the bosses ventured into construction just at the start of this year. It was a big risk, but so far, we have been doing well. Projects have been coming in.
We are made up of six people.
My boss happens to be my second cousin (which is how I got the job). He graduated from the same architecture school. He forbade me from calling him “Sir” on my first day. I still call him “Sir” during office hours (“Ano itatawag ko sayo? Kuya?Hahaha!”).
So far, that is my only act of rebellion.
There are times when I wish I went for the bigger firms, so I can meet new people and graduates from other schools. There are times when I wish I tried harder to enter design firms, so I can take a peak at the real-world design process. Some of my friends and peers get perks and connections that I don’t get and frankly, it makes me a little envious.
But Reality has placed me in Construction, in a small firm in the middle of Katipunan.
I believe Reality has a purpose.
Reality placed me in Construction because I sucked at it in school. I didn’t know the standard diameter rebar used for lateral reinforcement. I didn’t know that beams are significant for load-bearing walls with huge openings. I didn’t know how much human blood and sweat it takes to complete a single storey structure.
Reality placed me in a small firm, where I can talk to my bosses everyday. I have a clue about what’s going on in all aspects of construction: contacting suppliers, purchasing, doing payroll, hiring people, structural designs,
those fucking building permits. I know where my office-mates graduated from, if they are married, if they have kids.
Reality placed me in Katipunan, which is more academic than office. It is less than an hour away from my home. I take two jeepneys to get there and I reach home by 6:30PM. I can wear jeans and chucks to work and won’t seem too juvenile. Once in a while, I eat dinner and read books at cafes that serve student budget-friendly meals.
Yes I still get jealous of friends who work in steel-and-glass skyscrapers, in firms whose names are familiar to everyone, in districts occupied with cuffed-shirts and high-heels. But Reality placed my where I am, and it’s not bad. Not bad at all.
- Two European backpackers who only have a Lonely Planet guidebook to the Philippines as a guide.
- A British boy who decided to sleep with his back to the sunset. I don’t think I would ever understand Europeans’ fascination with the sun.
-Three young thrill-seekers planning their next trip to Sagada and Bontoc.
It’s nice travelling with strangers.