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December 14, 2010
The DownloadFest and the Afternoon Nostalgia
I was absent for the first time on my OJT today. PUP DownloadFest, an event organized by iBITS, was launched today and we were required to attend. There were some conditions implied by the organization, so I had no choice but to attend. Goodbye additional 9 hours of training.
Donn sent me a text message yesterday asking me to help him apply for our graduation. I agreed although it will cost me my half day at work. I left the house at 9 AM, only to find out that I will be checking my Facebook account at my father's office for four hours. Donn wasn't able to apply because he haven't received his registration card and he is a speaker in the morning session of the seminar. Despite my disappointment, I just did check my Facebook account. I logged in also on Yahoo! Messenger and found my officemate, Kuya Rhage, online. He joked about my supervisor, Sir Ryan, looking for me, angry. I had my lunch at S307, lasagna and burger. Did I say I'm on a diet? Well, I'm telling now. I am on a diet and my breakfast was a single loaf of wheat bread.
By 1 PM, I went to the Bulwagang Balagtas at our school's library. I saw Michelle (my co-trainee at Blast Asia, Inc.), Mafe, Ashley and Mady heading out of the place. They will be eating their lunch so I went with them since I am not sure if I have acquaintances upstairs at the hall. They had their lunch at a gazebo near the Linear Park which gave me: (1) envy of eating the food and (2) nostalgic memories. It was almost 2PM when we returned to the library but as expected, the seminar didn't start on time.
The seminar topics were already common since it was tackled in the Technology Festival last semester. The appealing talks in the seminar were the ImagineCup and SharePoint. Ashley and I were motivated to join the ImagineCup 2011 and to prove that, we are now looking for teammates and started the conceptualization. SharePoint is something I looked forward to, but there was a factor missing when it was being discussed that's why it lessened my interest. Even after the seminar, I've been thinking why was it coined as the "PUP DownloadFest"? To give an overall score to the event, I'll give a 6 over 10. If only the event was planned properly and the possible risks were anticipated, it would've been better. No doubt about how informative the topics were, the topics were applicable to the audience. It's just that there was something missing, and I believe it's planning. That's what I learned in project management. No offense to the organizers who will read this post.
The seminar ended at 5 PM. My classmates, initiated by Michelle, discussed about our upcoming Christmas party this Saturday. I went to my father's office right after. Tita Masing offered me a merienda of Titanic, a big bread sold beside Puregold Altura. But since it's nearing 6 PM, I said thanks but refused the offer. Instead, I asked my father to allow me to buy that kind of bread for my "baon" at work tomorrow. He agreed.
While I was walking to the campus gate, I realized that every place at the campus has its own contribution to my nostalgia. I felt sad, bearing in mind the situation we are both in now. When we were lovers we're at loss, and that's the reason we went back to the basics, as strangers. After this account, I went back to the campus, not realizing both hands are holding two plastics of bread.
Donn sent me a text message yesterday asking me to help him apply for our graduation. I agreed although it will cost me my half day at work. I left the house at 9 AM, only to find out that I will be checking my Facebook account at my father's office for four hours. Donn wasn't able to apply because he haven't received his registration card and he is a speaker in the morning session of the seminar. Despite my disappointment, I just did check my Facebook account. I logged in also on Yahoo! Messenger and found my officemate, Kuya Rhage, online. He joked about my supervisor, Sir Ryan, looking for me, angry. I had my lunch at S307, lasagna and burger. Did I say I'm on a diet? Well, I'm telling now. I am on a diet and my breakfast was a single loaf of wheat bread.
By 1 PM, I went to the Bulwagang Balagtas at our school's library. I saw Michelle (my co-trainee at Blast Asia, Inc.), Mafe, Ashley and Mady heading out of the place. They will be eating their lunch so I went with them since I am not sure if I have acquaintances upstairs at the hall. They had their lunch at a gazebo near the Linear Park which gave me: (1) envy of eating the food and (2) nostalgic memories. It was almost 2PM when we returned to the library but as expected, the seminar didn't start on time.
The seminar topics were already common since it was tackled in the Technology Festival last semester. The appealing talks in the seminar were the ImagineCup and SharePoint. Ashley and I were motivated to join the ImagineCup 2011 and to prove that, we are now looking for teammates and started the conceptualization. SharePoint is something I looked forward to, but there was a factor missing when it was being discussed that's why it lessened my interest. Even after the seminar, I've been thinking why was it coined as the "PUP DownloadFest"? To give an overall score to the event, I'll give a 6 over 10. If only the event was planned properly and the possible risks were anticipated, it would've been better. No doubt about how informative the topics were, the topics were applicable to the audience. It's just that there was something missing, and I believe it's planning. That's what I learned in project management. No offense to the organizers who will read this post.
The seminar ended at 5 PM. My classmates, initiated by Michelle, discussed about our upcoming Christmas party this Saturday. I went to my father's office right after. Tita Masing offered me a merienda of Titanic, a big bread sold beside Puregold Altura. But since it's nearing 6 PM, I said thanks but refused the offer. Instead, I asked my father to allow me to buy that kind of bread for my "baon" at work tomorrow. He agreed.
While I was walking to the campus gate, I realized that every place at the campus has its own contribution to my nostalgia. I felt sad, bearing in mind the situation we are both in now. When we were lovers we're at loss, and that's the reason we went back to the basics, as strangers. After this account, I went back to the campus, not realizing both hands are holding two plastics of bread.
December 13, 2010
The Creator of the World
A common question when I was a kid was "What do you want to become when you grow up?" As a kid, I answered this question with... I don't remember. I am aware that this is a frequently asked question but my answer was, I guess, just a part of my past now. Other kids would answer that he/she wants to be a doctor, teacher or maybe a pilot. All with the same purpose, to help other people. Having those children answer this question straightforwardly made me envy them. Lucky are they for they know what they want to be. Unlike me, who is still uncertain about what future lies ahead of me.
I will be graduating, hopefully, this year with a bachelor's degree in Information Technology. Computers. The memory of how I ended up with this course was still fresh in my mind. I am a female online gamer when I was in high school. Ragnarok Online, O2Jam and Audition Dance Battle were the games I played back then. It cost me a lot of money, especially in Ragnarok load, and a life, the real one. My so-called life was in the virtual environment the computer introduced me. For me, Prontera is where I belong. Myself was the character I am controlling and Ragnarok is my world. But later I realized that there is somebody who created this world. I have no idea who and how he did it. The idea that it is inside a machine called a computer, it means that somebody placed the "world" there. I felt jealousy to my world's creator. I became greedy. I wanted to become the "creator" of that kind of world.
In the latter years of my high school, we're introduced to some information technology (IT) fundamentals. Never did the "creator" left my mind, as well as the desire to become someone like him. It was in our IT class I was introduced to where the world came from. Lucky am I when I was in my senior year, I learned that I could study to be the creator. "I could be the creator of a different world, a better world, a nirvana. Something far better than Ragnarok." Without other thoughts, just like the game, the character, and the ways of Ragnarok, I signed up for the training of becoming the creator.
For four years now I've been training to be the creator of a new world. My ideologies were never gone and I'm trying my best to pursue them all. I will be someone who will deliver a different kind of experience to others. But there's something wrong with what I am doing. The desire of creating a new world, it is given, but what kind of world. In my years of studying, I've encountered different ways of creating a world like Ragnarok. I've learned that it is through Programming but you could program it using different languages. It could also be placed in the computer or in a cloud. What the world looks like could be defined in many ways through media like Flash or Photoshop.
Along my journey, I learned that the world I am pertaining to is a program. The creator is called a programmer. I wanted to become a creator, thus the real meaning of what I said back then was, I wanted to become a programmer. That was the reason why for four years, I've been studying really hard in memorizing and understanding the different codes for different languages. I volunteered to program whenever there is a project. I thought hard whenever we had application examinations and got the highest grade.
I worked hard in becoming the creator. Guess what, I've reached my dream. I've become one without me knowing it. Since day one, I was the creator. I was the creator of small worlds. It can be justified that the worlds I created back then were not made for no reason. All my efforts and visualizations of what the world I will create is put into reality. I already created the world I've been dreaming of. I strongly believe that my creations are better than Ragnarok because everything I imagined what my world will be was there. Yes, it is different from Ragnarok in looks and functionalities. There are no monsters, swordsmen and cities in my world. But if there is one thing similar to Ragnarok and my creations, it is action.
Now, in a few months, I'll be finished with my training. The purpose why I entered this training was fulfilled. I wanted to become a creator of a world and it was bestowed upon me even I haven't completed this journey yet. I was left in a state of confusion. There were no more reasons left to continue. But this experience gave me something I didn't ask for: choices.
Everything I've learned in this journey was not all about fulfilling my dream to be a creator of the world. I realized that being the creator is only a step in the real dream. The time I felt that there were no reasons to continue, I knew that in this game, I am still a novice, like Ragnarok, waiting for the job I'll take after all these hardships. This game has many jobs called the programmer (the right term for the creator), network administrator, graphics artist and database administrator. There are advanced jobs as well to become a better and more skilled person than I was before. But given all these choices, what will I choose? I admit that I had other dreams in my mind rather than being a programmer but will I be as effective in that field as I am now?
Little did I know, I am still that someone I was back then. That female online gamer who lived in the world of the game she played. I thought I was already out of the box, that I've already left the game to be someone who creates the game. But, no; I am still in it. I am still a character and I still fight the monsters and level up. But this time, the game's not Ragnarok; it is the game of Choice.
I will be graduating, hopefully, this year with a bachelor's degree in Information Technology. Computers. The memory of how I ended up with this course was still fresh in my mind. I am a female online gamer when I was in high school. Ragnarok Online, O2Jam and Audition Dance Battle were the games I played back then. It cost me a lot of money, especially in Ragnarok load, and a life, the real one. My so-called life was in the virtual environment the computer introduced me. For me, Prontera is where I belong. Myself was the character I am controlling and Ragnarok is my world. But later I realized that there is somebody who created this world. I have no idea who and how he did it. The idea that it is inside a machine called a computer, it means that somebody placed the "world" there. I felt jealousy to my world's creator. I became greedy. I wanted to become the "creator" of that kind of world.
In the latter years of my high school, we're introduced to some information technology (IT) fundamentals. Never did the "creator" left my mind, as well as the desire to become someone like him. It was in our IT class I was introduced to where the world came from. Lucky am I when I was in my senior year, I learned that I could study to be the creator. "I could be the creator of a different world, a better world, a nirvana. Something far better than Ragnarok." Without other thoughts, just like the game, the character, and the ways of Ragnarok, I signed up for the training of becoming the creator.
For four years now I've been training to be the creator of a new world. My ideologies were never gone and I'm trying my best to pursue them all. I will be someone who will deliver a different kind of experience to others. But there's something wrong with what I am doing. The desire of creating a new world, it is given, but what kind of world. In my years of studying, I've encountered different ways of creating a world like Ragnarok. I've learned that it is through Programming but you could program it using different languages. It could also be placed in the computer or in a cloud. What the world looks like could be defined in many ways through media like Flash or Photoshop.
Along my journey, I learned that the world I am pertaining to is a program. The creator is called a programmer. I wanted to become a creator, thus the real meaning of what I said back then was, I wanted to become a programmer. That was the reason why for four years, I've been studying really hard in memorizing and understanding the different codes for different languages. I volunteered to program whenever there is a project. I thought hard whenever we had application examinations and got the highest grade.
I worked hard in becoming the creator. Guess what, I've reached my dream. I've become one without me knowing it. Since day one, I was the creator. I was the creator of small worlds. It can be justified that the worlds I created back then were not made for no reason. All my efforts and visualizations of what the world I will create is put into reality. I already created the world I've been dreaming of. I strongly believe that my creations are better than Ragnarok because everything I imagined what my world will be was there. Yes, it is different from Ragnarok in looks and functionalities. There are no monsters, swordsmen and cities in my world. But if there is one thing similar to Ragnarok and my creations, it is action.
Now, in a few months, I'll be finished with my training. The purpose why I entered this training was fulfilled. I wanted to become a creator of a world and it was bestowed upon me even I haven't completed this journey yet. I was left in a state of confusion. There were no more reasons left to continue. But this experience gave me something I didn't ask for: choices.
Everything I've learned in this journey was not all about fulfilling my dream to be a creator of the world. I realized that being the creator is only a step in the real dream. The time I felt that there were no reasons to continue, I knew that in this game, I am still a novice, like Ragnarok, waiting for the job I'll take after all these hardships. This game has many jobs called the programmer (the right term for the creator), network administrator, graphics artist and database administrator. There are advanced jobs as well to become a better and more skilled person than I was before. But given all these choices, what will I choose? I admit that I had other dreams in my mind rather than being a programmer but will I be as effective in that field as I am now?
Little did I know, I am still that someone I was back then. That female online gamer who lived in the world of the game she played. I thought I was already out of the box, that I've already left the game to be someone who creates the game. But, no; I am still in it. I am still a character and I still fight the monsters and level up. But this time, the game's not Ragnarok; it is the game of Choice.
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