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OUR KIDS 'R' NOT ALRYT: Good news is we can save them

This is a project that I and my brother have been tinkering on.

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I would like to invite you to form an outreach program with your family and friends in a community of your choice. In fact, it would be best if it would be your
own. You can even call it a picnic or a simple get-together with everyone in your community. Call it either as a way to get in touch with them again or to know your neighborhood better.

In our continuing disenchantment--even dangerously bordering on indifference--over the non-closure of the Gloriagate crisis, we may be forgetting our own family and community--and the kids who will inherit our nation. Please let us spare them from the cancer plaguing our land and help them become better persons, especially when their time has come.

So what do Gloria and a community get-together have to do with saving the young and the children in your backyard?

1. First, plan with your family and close friends what you can possibly do in your own community. Look at your own sets of skills and resources that are related to the arts, sports, and education. One of you may be a teacher, a singer or has the time and/or money to share with the community.

2. Decide on a plan of action. It's better to start small first, for logistic reasons and time management. You may form a chorale, a visual/performing arts group, an environmental awareness campaign squad, or a sports team.

3.Involve your local barangay, church, school, and other like-minded members of your community. Tell them about your goals. Chances are, they can help with venue, legwork, contacts and even financial assistance.

4. Target kids who need your help the most. Do not pre-judge or prejudice. Your goal is to help them find their voice. Or for them to find hope in their young hearts and creative minds.

5. Incubate and then grow from there. From one group, depending on the size of the overall team, expand into another project. Allow other members to take the lead after you are convinced that the group can manage on its own.

6. Best of all, have fun and keep things cool! Remember that these are MTV-bred kids, and that you are doing this to inspire hope amongst them, to nurture their creative side, and to keep them out of bad influences.

That's it? Yes, it does sound simplistic and seemingly pointless until you realize that kids these days hardly get the right attention and guidance in a nation preoccupied by parents who have to work doubly hard or overseas to make ends meet, and a government only concerned with its own political survival. And we have the power to change all that if only we work as one community--as we should have been doing even before barangays were formed.

But why should you care? Because they are all our children, too. These are the same children who will either grow up to become responsible citizens or hardened criminals. They will be playing with our own children. And we can do something in shaping a better future for them while it matters. Or be victims of our own undoing when they have long strayed from the right path.

Of course, continue to question the government for shamelessly neglecting not just us but our children, too. Justice and peace go hand in hand.

posted by: kookiefreak at 14:46 | link | comments (1) |
likha

Unprofessional my ass

The world is full of idiots.

And you can't help but bump into them every now and then.

My recent brush with an idiot was already told here (see previous entry). But that story will sound wimpy if you will compare it with this story that happened weeks ago.

Platinum Press is the printing press for our literary folio, Shades of Gray. That press has a very demanding account executive that made the production seem like a very frightening task. But she chose the wrong guy to mess with.

You see, Ms. Know-it-all thought that we were newbies in the world of printing and contracts, and that she can get away with her seemingly technical but really stupid reasons of delaying the release of the folio.

The first time she had the guts to show her face in the office, she already made it a point to irk some of us by setting her rules. She told us that this should be that, and that she knows better.

In our previous working experiences with other printing presses, we've submitted almost the same specs, and we never had any problem. Well, not always. But Ms. Know-it-all was like a brat who wants everything done her way. And it caused us delay. Not to mention the urge to strangle her ‘til she’s white.  

But, I gave her the benefit of the doubt because I want to start the working relationship right. So we gave in to some of her demands just to get the project going.

Then came the long wait.

In the contract they signed, it is stated that they have to submit the completed work ten days after the submission of the approved proofs.

Well, guess what, ten days have passed and we never heard any word from them ten days after. So, I asked Riza to call them up and ask them if they still plan to deliver on time.

It turned out, they encountered several problems and that they can't deliver on time. Worse, they were telling us that they were having a hard time because the project is something new to them. (Then why accept it in the first place?)

When they finally delivered several days after, this is what we got: a partial delivery of badly printed, bound, and produced folio. Not one was worthy of distribution. Everything was returned.

But that didn't end there. I had to give them a piece of my mind. Now, I really can't tell you the exact words that came out from my mouth, but I can assure that I've gone ballistic without throwing out expletives.

Well, who wouldn’t be? I was arguing with someone who thinks she is the client, the one who should be pleased.

Well, I am not at all pleased that’s why I was shouting all the time. I don’t want to give her the chance to talk because she’s giving me nothing but garbage. And I can’t take it.

I have a point, and I don't care if they hated me after that shouting incident because they were wrong and I am right. The worse part is that they keep on giving me a bucket full of shit for an excuse, which really made me furious.

That account executive even had the gall to call me unprofessional. Well, unprofessional my ass, girl. I'd bet my soul to the wager that you don’t even know what you’re talking about.

After that conversation, I told them that I never want to talk to that account executive again, and that I need to talk to their boss.

Idiocy poured that day 'cause it turned that Big Boss is equally moronic as Ms. Know-it-all. He gave me the same shit.

My main point is that if they can’t deliver, they shouldn’t have accpeted the contract in the first place. And because, they entered into an agreement, they should deliver.

We are the client and we are the ones that should be pleased, not them.   

Oh well, several weeks have passed again, and guess what, they still haven’t delivered!

The sad part in all this hoopla is that the contract they signed does not have much teeth to protect us.

Ahh well… TO HELL WITH THEM! 

 

 

 

 

posted by: kookiefreak at 19:11 | link | comments (5) |

Never argue with dumb people

It started with a poster that has a grammatical error.

Being the grammar guru of the College, I had to correct the mistake, or I'll have the whole school laughing at me, which is not good.

Anyway, I did my job and edited the poster, but what did I get in return? A "scolding" from a bitch of a professor who thinks she knows better.

It turned out that Ms. Bitchy Prof edited the poster even before it got to me. The students who had it approved told me so.

So hours after, Ms. Bithcy Idiotic Prof called up to try to correct what she thinks is a mistake on my part. Well, all hell unleashed when she had the audacity to tell me that these are just merely my rules, and not of English grammar's. The nerve of such an idiotic prof! So I told her to go review her grammar books. I slammed the phone due to anger.

Her lost battle didn't stop there. She found an ally with a nincompoop of a dean that will make Shrek look better. This dean instructed "its" secretary to call me up to ask for my surname. When I asked the secretary why she was asking for my surname, she told me that Ms. Bitchy Idiotic Dumb Prof told her Equally Idiotic Dean about the incident.

What pissed me off was the way Equally Idiotic Dean handled the situation. You don't call an office just to ask for its head's surname, especially when an idiotic incident like this just happened. Well, I really don't expect the best behavior from Equally Idiotic Dean as I've had unpleasant experiences with "it" already.

Well, a lesson has been learned here, and that is the title of this entry.

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