When I was getting interviewed for a job, my interviewer took a look at my CV and was actually interested with my educational background. Then he asked me if I knew so-and-so, who went to school at Cebu Technological University. I went to Cebu Institute of Technology (now with -University), which apparently to non-Cebuanos, was pretty much the same school.
“No, I’m sorry, but I don’t know him.” I said.
“Are you sure? He placed 4th in the exam.” He insisted.
“No, I really don’t know him.”
I’m not the type of person who actually cared about getting to know you for your accomplishments. Sure, placing 4th in an exam is admirable, for having worked so hard and you can have my respect, but I wasn’t the type of person to actually check the newspaper or any news sites just to find out who you were, unless of course if we have met. Then I’d be interested if you passed the exam or not.
I have been surrounded with people having placed in exams, but they were neither better or worse human beings. They weren’t anybody special. In my eyes, they were still my friends. A lot of them were book smart, but I guess to me, being book smart doesn’t mean you’re going to be a good human being or good at something else in life. I know plenty of non-placers who are actually doing a lot better than the placers.
More than a decade ago, a book called The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? by Rick Warren was published. It’s a devotional book, mainly with Christian values, and although I am not Christian, the values depicted in the book were pretty much what we practice as well. I haven’t actually read the book, but I have read snippets of it and all I remember is that it made sense.
When I was in college, the only social media platform I knew was Friendster. Cameras were expensive at the time and cellphone cameras were horrible, and expensive. I kept the page because I enjoyed changing layouts and all the blingee stickers seemed so umm, hip at the time.
Oh, the glitter. The marquee letters and gifs. Que horror.
In a world filled with 7billion people, I can’t be considered as somebody special. I’m not a beauty queen, an actress or even someone who can influence hordes to support me. I probably can’t even win a popularity contest.
I’m just a girl, just like any other that you see everywhere. If you treat all girls the same way, you would never notice me.
You wonder what’s so special about me, enough for you to call me your girl. What I am capable of, every other girl is also capable of. Maybe even more capable than I. So why me?
Well, hello! It has been a while! Definitely a while. So I guess I’ll be telling my stories on here instead of the envy factory. 🙂