On SAP FICO Training

I attended my last SAP FICO training. I somewhat felt glum because that meant --- goodbye free meals! We had KFC for our farewell meal and I opted for the 2 piece chicken over the Zinger --- an obvious choice for me.

On a sincere note, the 2 week course was pleasurable even if initially I had doubts if I would attend based on three points:
- there were only around 10 trainees and 8 were like big bosses
- it would eat my working hours
- I do not have a laptop which was a significant requirement

Remarkably, I actually enjoyed training not only because of the free food. It gave me a better picture of accounting for a non accountant such as myself. In addition business and functional concepts were tackled which are informative for my current module and hopefully something I can apply later on.

Good thing, it turned out that the attendees were not the same people listed. Instead of big bosses, the attendees came from ONE project. At least I was stuck with a group composed of groovy people rather than serious looking people. Promise they were a bunch of hyper people who has huge appetites. In addition, I also gained new acquaintances.

Goodbye

Goodbye B. You have been a significant part of me ever since I was a child. B, I always looked forward to our sessions. I enjoyed every momment spent with you, the good as well as the bad. Those were learning experiences for me. I would not be the person that I am right now if you were not in my life.

However I do not know what I am undergoing as of this momment and that I am willing to let go of you. Things change as well as priorities. I do not think that it is fair if I am not willing to commit myself to you like how things were before. So I guess, now is the time to say goodbye to you, B. Until we meet again.

St3p by St3p

From this:



It was a fundraiser event to help out Eug3n3 T3j3da, a basketball player who suffered a freak accident last Mother's day. I watched the game and saw what happend. As a player, it frigthened me cause it really never occured to me that basketball can be that dangerous. It was... for a lack of a better word... shocking.

I felt for him for whatever therapy, rehabilataion and such he has to undergo. I did not imagine that would be able to help out his guy. The sister and boyfriend of a friend of mine asked us to lend a helping hand for the said event. As a basketball affecianado, I was game.

It was tiring and at the same time fun. I was assigned to usher people in the VIP section. My task was simple, I had to direct people to their seats. And for that, I got to watch the game, see celebs, eat free food, etc. Imagine, I was beside C!ndy Kurl3t0! Haha! J-logs.

Result:


(L-R) R0b J0hns0n, Jam3s Yap, Al3x C0mpt0n and Marc P!ingr!s

Haha. Such an opportunista!

One Baduy Experience

The phone rang.

A random number was displayed.

I answered it with the notion that it might be someone I knew.

It turned out to be a wrong number.

I placed the phone down and blocked of whatever he had to say.

Then a text message followed:

Hi gup pm sori 4 bothering u can we be txtmate? I’m albert, and u r?

Sender:
+639228131O8O

A Series of Messages

Are you still up?

I was thinking about us. And I think I would like to give us a shot.

Sira! Tayo na kaya!

Nahihirapan na ako. Pwede bang tigilan mo na ako? Sorry...

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