Indeed, a Joyride!

It’s been three months since we started to have Training as Research Interns at the Institute for Studies in Asian Church and Culture. What can I say but it’s such an amazing opportunity to have worked with the people behind the Organization specially with our Trainers Sir Rei and Miss Shane. They’ve thought us everything we needed to learn and be aware of when it comes to research. And I must say, they thought us A LOT–from the brain-bleeding consultations up to the nerve-racking Presentations.

At the very first day of being in the Training Ground, I felt as if I’m just working at home. It was a very warm, nurturing and accommodating environment. Everyone (the staffs) are always smiling and is just very happy at what they do. It’s like family we have there; I’m very grateful for that kind of relationship that was shared to us.

As for all that we’ve done. Research, primarily. You can say, it’s kinda hard at times. The pressure to do this-and-that, to show the relationship of this-to that and to analyze everything in a much deeper way–sometimes, you just want to quit and ask yourself as to why you continue doing it. But everything is worth the patience, the understanding and the courage to face the challenge. Although there’s pressure, you’ll find wisdom, knowledge, guidance and strength given by the One up above and it was overwhelming. Maybe, there are times that you just acted that ‘I can’t do it’ and ‘I wanna give up’ but you will do otherwise for you know that the Trainers only wants what’s best for you and your study.

The journey that we have will always remain in our hearts and is something that we’ll treasure forever. Thank You Trainers and ISACC for this wonderful souvenir! We owe you big time. God bless! :)

The Beginning of a Battle

I arrived at the office in the afternoon because I accompanied Shiela to school. Excuse a good friend here. And so as we were waiting for the others to arrive for us to take our lunches, I checked the laptop up. Shiela inserted her USB on the laptop and wolah! Her files were all gone as well! And there’s this pop-up box that keeps on appearing every time I insert a USB—and once you close it, it just comes back up. I hate it. It made me worry ‘cause if every time a USB will be inserted and the files will be corrupted, man, my aunt will kill me! Ha! I was so worried that I became so serious. It’s not my normal self, you know. It’s frustrating that time, really.

Then, since I can’t do anything yet, I just continued on our Data Interpretation. After some time, I feel well enough and was back to my old me. Ha ha. Plus, I asked my mom on what to do about the virus that was in the laptop and she told me to go to her office afterwards so an IT specialist can look over the problem. With all these things, no need to worry myself anymore. Every burden has taken care of.

Before we went home, we needed to see our Trainers first. They’re gonna disclose some important things to us. And we bet it’s about the presentation. What could it be? Our hints are so right. Miss Shane gave us a schedule to follow already; because apparently, if she wouldn’t set the deadline, we wouldn’t be dealing with it. Like deal with it, seriously. And so, here is our new-and-no-retreat-no-surrender schedule:

  • March 29 – Submission of the final study.  No more excuses.
  • March 30 – The study will be returned to us and we’ll revise it. No more thinking-twice.
  • March 31 – Presentation time! No more holding back.

The end is near and we’ll face our final curtain next week. Warng! Lezz go, lezz go! May our good Lord be with us wherever we go! Shout love. Big hugs. High-fives. Peace! :)

Gone With the Wind

No one ever expected on what could be turn out of this day is; we thought that everything will end as what an ordinary day in the office could be.

Up first, I arrived at the office at around 9-ish in the morning. Just like the old times. And I’m kinda proud of myself because of this—my achievement because of following Mister Discipline. To my surprise, no one was there yet, even the people at the main office. And so, I roam around. Went up, go down. Listened to my music out loud and sang my vocal chords out of it. I was so exhausted and sweating really hard from the walking that I did. I love walking, so I don’t really mind; unfortunately my sweat does. A couple of few minutes went by and finally Miss Aids was there! I got the keys to our office and jumpstart on the things I needed to do first. To my frustration, the internet wasn’t able to connect again, so, I waited for Miss Shane to troubleshoot for the problem. ‘Cause all that I did, it never suffice what the modem wants. Good thing, it does know he’s boss and upon Miss Shane arrival, we’re onto surfing the net for the stuffs that we need once more.

What keeps everyone busy that day is the task that is prompted on them to do. Team meetings are everywhere; non-stop searching, analyzing and interpreting are rocking the worlds of everyone. This day is very special for my team-mate decided to work hard-way for our study. I’m very proud of her because of this realization. She used the desktop computer of the office, while I use the laptop that I borrowed from my aunt weeks back because I’ll be needing the internet be able to find the necessary things I need to accomplish my agenda for the day. She is very dedicated on editing the analysis I’ve done, checking the details of it and adding up her own points for it. And so as everyone else, this is the only thing that we can actually do for the presentation is up tomorrow. Or is it?

After a day’s work, when my partner is about to transfer what she had done from the desktop to my laptop through our USBs. It surprised us when we opened it on the laptop, all the files that were inside a folder were on short cut—meaning, it can’t be opened; it’ s corrupted. All May’s creative works that were saved in her USB was all expunged up. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Nothing. Zippo. Everything’s gone. Trashed out of the bin in that instant. Good thing, we were able to recover the things that she did and have it on the laptop. Gawd. Our USBs, poor poor thing.

You can’t keep everything under your control. Somewhere, sometimes, somehow, it’s gonna be gone and you can’t do anything about it once it’s lost. Er.

Sensibility 101

Data Interpretation can be defined as “the application of statistical procedures to analyze specific observed or assumed facts from a particular study”. For researchers, interpretation is not a simple thing to do; it takes a lot of thinking, analyzing, scrutinizing, evaluating and every little thing that ends in ‘–ing’. Oh well.

Me and my partner, Mayu, are on to our Data Interpretation after 408 years of being caught on Data Analysis. We’re still trying to figure out what to do with all those charts and responses; Sir Rei expects a lot than the ordinary for we are doing this study for over a couple of months already. We needed to think over little things and in the process, make those appear in the bigger picture.

We are set to present our study by Thursday—two days to go before now. How will we present if we can’t push through with all this things needed to be interpreted? Ha! This is so stressful. Well, hopefully God will guide us through and give us the wisdom, knowledge and heart for what we do; may He gave our Trainers the much needed patience, grace and understanding for us. They had been very kind to us and it’s so shameful that we can’t abide by their desires for us to finish the study at the time we are expected to be. You know, they’re just concerned for us ‘cause we’re gonna be needing the evaluation pretty soon and therefore are necessary to complete the requirements so they can evaluate us. Oh good Lord, help us!

Badabim badaboom, even though it’s hard, you got to aim for the moon!

Another Yet-To-Be

According to my co-Interns last Tuesday, we are supposed to present last Thursday. This was obviously cancelled. And I thought Presentations will be happening today, then again, I’m so wrong. All the groups were not yet done. If this were the case, what could probably the choice you left your Trainers but to change the schedule of your presentation once more, right?

I thank the Lord for giving us kind-hearted Trainers and taking-good-care-of-your-interest company (organization, in their case).  They understood that we had to prioritize our theses’ final revisions and a subject completion and requirements before we finalize all our studies for the organization’s sake.

What boggles me these days, aside from the fact that we’re not even done yet with the interpretations, is the how-is of the Presentation-con-ISACC. How do they want it to be? Will it be like our nerve-racking Thesis Defense or even close to our Mock Defense? Will there be any panel too? Will there be handful of questions to answer to? Gawd. Didn’t I clear that I have this fright of talking to anybody related to what I’m doing, primarily, research? Ha! One can never be used-to and comfortable enough on these kinds of Presentations. Even the strongest man, this will be his Kryptonite. Exaggerating.

Bieber, can you sing us into the one-liner of your song Pray? People, can you give us one pray a day? It wouldn’t be a pain, really, it would be okay. Ha! Up and down. Left and right. Go in circles, get dizzy and be happy. Hakuna matata.

Breaking Down Walls

I’m getting used on being late since the last week of February—now this, for me, is frustrating. I was never-not on time before or at least an hour or so late, unlike what I’m doing now. Although we are accountable on our own times, meaning, we can go to work at any time we please just as long as we finish all our works; frustrating it is to act like a late-bird every time. Much frustrating is, I know what is wrong with what I’m doing and yet I don’t comprehend on it in my mind.

Acting out is way harder than speaking it out loud. No will power found on my calloused heart and stubborn mind. The spark on doing the things I’m ought to do was gone. It’s like I’m facing what I call, the research wall. The stumble stages of researchers who were having hard times to ignite the fire of their craft. Because of all the busyness we faced for our thesis and Media Literacy requirements; the love for research—for our study—was misplaced. Today, I only finished doing the Data Cleaning and nothing more. Er.

Once you got the chance to have a one-on-one on your weaknesses, you need to find where your strength is. For where your weakness is, there is your strength will be shown. Efforts on finding the all-spark that I need are on the search. Never give up hope; fire away that pocketful of sun shines. You have to break those bricks by boring brick one hit at a time.

Come-back Blubbery


ISACC I’m back! I’ve been out last Tuesday and Wednesday due to our school campaign and thesis meetings; those were the most tiring days of my life. Imagine, I went on Taekwondo class last Monday, then, off to Campaign meeting; then, went on campaigning the next day and meeting our Professor for a bunch of deathly-fying requirements. The day after that, me and my Thesis Group Mates who were my Office Mates as well (Mayu and Mari) went to school to fix something for our thesis. Experienced some disappointments and decided to eat our sorrows away. We’re moving on life that way, you see.

Anyways, finally I got the chance to report for work today. And so here I am and as unusual I’m late again; only found Jandi in the room–no Jessica, Shiela, Mari, Mayu, Jake or Tolits. But Mayu said she’s gonna be in after lunch; the other guys, though, are busy with their Campaign Meetings. Me and Jandi got our places on the only two computers at the office. How blessed!

After an hour or so, Miss Shane visited us to give us an assignment for the day. She needs us to work on an overview for the Middle East Crisis–background, history and its general implication to the nation.

Honestly, I wasn’t able to watch the news these past few weeks and although I got an idea that there’s something’s wrong in the Middle East, I don’t really know what’s happening. Good job me. And so, I did the task of researching, reading, analyzing and what-not. At the very least, I fed this not-so-big-of-a-brain-I-have the latest news and happenings in Libya, Egypt and the rest of the Middle East. At the end of the day when we submitted all our researches with a-little-bit-of-what-I-call short intros and interpretation, the phrase very good was all we needed to ease those cram-my brain cells we had earlier that morning. Oh gawd, hearing those (or reading it—straight from our Boss’ type-chat) is oh-some. You can see my happiness beyond my eyes even though that was a simple task that we completed. Ha ha. J

Just when we thought the Day would end with a happy note, we better think again. Before we went home, we needed to see Sir Rei for our consultation. Heavy, hardcore, brain-bleeding consultation. I swear. He said that we did the right analysis for those data that we got, but we have to critically interpret it—see beyond all those reasons and give one-of-a-kind explanations. Wow. This is me, translating all the he said in a less complicated manner. If you were there listening with our conversation, you’d probably end up like my team mate, Mayu—lost in the airwaves and hanging by a moment. I needed to stay strong and make a face for our group and so I did. Ha ha. Exaggerating.

There were too many things that we ought to do still. It’s mind-blocking sometimes and worth-quitting. No. we don’t need to find a reason to be a quitter in a battle. Every problem won’t have the answer as the limit does not exist. There’s always an equation to find the logarithm. Pray hard. Work harder.