While some people can’t live without the doodles and the nerdy checklists, others find it compulsive, adding stress to a work week which is in itself tough and daunting. Well, it boils down to personal preference and effectiveness of strategies.
Spontaneous vs structured.
Scattered vs organized.
It is highly subjective.
Honestly, I’d get by either way. I am more of a “bahala na” individual, but being a highly visual person, a note here and there usually helps keep me on track. Besides, isn’t it fascinating how little boxes and checkmarks can give one a sense of control over personal motivations that sometimes feel larger than life? We all have aspirations that entail humongous amount of tasks, which are exciting at best, but otherwise suffocating. Why not jot them down and fend them off one by one the same way traditional protagonists box off enemies in Filipino action movies (How can a one-man assault come to par with thirty to fifty armed thugs?! – off topic). We can never underestimate the psychological input that a laid-out plan can bring. It helps us evaluate how far we’ve come along the way, making us more appreciative of what we’ve done and optimistic on what more we can do. Tell me what’s more satisfying than ticking off a mission accomplished (other than contributing to world peace or giddily watching Sir Chief on TV)? Also, a concrete to-do list in life reminds us of our original objectives in times of purpose-numbing hurdles. My father always tells me that cross roads are best tackled with a map on one hand and coherent judgment on the other. Who knows? Maybe a handwritten note in a corkboard sometime in the future would decide whether or not I’d come to my own grade-defining exam, career-saving interview, or even a life-changing wedding. (O, it’s a bit far-fetched, isn’t it? FOI on the roll.)
Words of wisdom teach us to live one day at a time, to take things as they come, to cross the bridge when we get there (?), yada yada yada. They all make sense and I completely agree with them, but more importantly, a tad of planning won’t make them any less true. 🙂
I originally wanted to brag about my S-planner. I think I missed the point. See what flight of ideas and lack of planning do to me? :S
I had a slew of self serving reasons when I bought my netbook – novel writing, journal keeping, fiction reading. None of those was achieved. Nonetheless, buying this gadget has proved to be a good leap of materialistic faith. This is my only tool – well, apart from my selective and inconsistent grip of English language – for my current home-based job. I guess I had made the right choice when I took my chance on the expensive decision.
I am in that same crossed paths again. This time, it’s for another gadget, with another string of rationalizations. For one, I want to purchase a tablet for my studies. I can definitely make use of it for my readings, note takings, and all other pretentious acts, assuming I’ll make it through the portals of my prospective medical school. The rest makes less sense. And take note, I am eyeing a pretty expensive device – the Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1 (N800). I have read all reviews, which were all devil’s advocates, and I have come to a decision to buy one. The question is when. I have the money in my bank account; I can easily run to a store and bring home the fragile but powerful man-made piece of illusion (?).
I am scheduled to meet up with an online reseller today, but truth be told, I’m still undecided. I want to play mature and decline the worldly calling (wtf), or at least delay it, but I’m too excited to lay my fingers on that freaking tablet. What to do? What to do?
Such a tough decision. I hope it saves the Earth from doom.
It was such a relief. I don’t know about the result but for the experience, I’d say the interview was not as bad as I thought. There were seven of us in the waiting area and I was the fourth to arrive. Before the actual interview, we answered two questionnaires and wrote a 150-word essay on why we should be accepted by PLM. My interviewer was Dra. Rios, if I heard her name correctly. She was nice and friendly, but I honestly think she was a bit out of focus (says the interviewee, LOL). Her phone rang in the middle of the interview, which interrupted her own question. I was so out of my mind I even thought it was my phone (to think that I didn’t even bring my things in the room). The questions were pretty much basic – why medicine, why PLM, why me of all applicants, any applications elsewhere, 10-year objective, specialty of interest, any plans of having my own family soon (did i look that old?), financial support, etc.
She ended the interview by telling me that I’d be contacted for the result, which sounded generic (classic!) for someone who has had previous interview experiences for job posts, only this time it’s not for employment.
The interview is undeniably an essential part of the application. God knows I did my very best to land a good point for myself. I spoke from my heart, and more importantly, I didn’t faint during the process. I’m just so relieved that I managed to get through it relatively sane.
Next up, MCAT.
Dra. Rio turned out to be the head of Biochemistry Department. Each time I do class reportings with Dra. Rio as the main preceptor, I am reminded of our first meeting, the anniversary of which is just a week away. 🙂
Ako po ay kinakabahan. Sadya namang hindi ito maiiwasan. Anong higit na nakatatakot sa bagay na hindi pa batid ng kaalaman. Naniniwala po akong hindi Niyo ako pababayaan, ngunit likas na siguro ang minsan ako ay tablan ng takot – suspense. Ilang araw na lamang, interview na. Sampung araw pagkatapos nun, MCAT na. Ang susunod ay ang paghihintay sa pinakamakupad na araw ng aking buhay, habang kinukumpleto ang iba pang requirements na bukod sa may kamahalan ay labis na matakaw sa panahon – effort! Ito ay sa kabila ng kawalan ng kasiguraduhang ako ay makakapasa.
Ilang ulit ko nang nakita sa aking isip kung anong posible kong maramdaman kapag ako ay natanggap. Ang hindi ko magawang paghandaan ay ang balitang ako ay hindi pinalad – kung sakaling iyon ang naaayon sa Inyong plano.
Ikaw na ang bahala, Lord. Ito ay simula pa lamang. Ilang taon mula ngayon, babalikan ko ang araw na ito. Anu’t ano pa man ang mangyari, alam kong lahat ito ay may dahilan.
Nawa po ay malinaw ko itong maunawaan, sa tamang panahon at sa tamang paraan.
Pahabol sulat: Salamat in advance na rin po kung sakali. 😀
Tumitibok ang kanyang sintido. Ilang araw na siyang kapos sa tulog. Ang pinakamahabang idlip niya ay sa ibabaw ng lamesa, kaharap ang librong minana sa kung sinong hindi niya kilala.
Nangangatal ang daliri habang mahinang niyuyugyog ang isang binti sa pagkakaupo. Nilunod na ng kape ang natitirang kalma sa kanyang katawan.
Gusto niyang tumayo para kumuha ng makukutkot na pagkain, subalit alam niyang walang maidudulot na maganda ang dagdag na abala.
Itiningala niya ang nangangalay niyang leeg, isiningkit ang mga mata, at sinipat ang oras. Madaling araw na. Muling yumuko at itinuloy ang pagbabasa.
Hinintay ng oras ang ungot ng hinaing ngunit ito’y bigo.
Walang lumabas sa kanyang labi kundi pasasalamat.
Ikinatutuwa niyang siya ay nahihirapan – iyon ang kurot na nagsasabing siya ay gising at hindi nananaginip lamang.