Today is the last day of my past life

It was around August when I stumbled upon an old acquaintance. We knew each other way back. We were actually college schoolmates. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked him what he's been doing and he mentioned nonchalantly that he's doing some freelance work. I got curious and asked what he meant by freelancing. So he explained that he's telecommuting, doing a number of SEO and SMM stuff, among others and making good money to boot. He asked if I wanted to try it. I said yes and he signed me up under his agency. Later that same month he emailed me saying that some one wants to hire me to do some web content creation and stuff. I said yes and, well, that got me hooked!

Now, all I can think about is how this opportunity has escaped me for quite a long time. I snooped around and found out that freelancing has, in fact, been going on for quite some time now. The world is indeed changing, and people are finding out that there are a lot of real opportunities in the virtual world. I can certainly understand the general apprehension people have about the way jobs have gone virtual. It's certainly not easy to retrain our minds about what constitutes real work. But I am sure the earlier we accept that things are changing, the more ready we are to adjust to the challenges, reaping the benefits in the process.

And so I say, that today is the last day of my past life. Well I guess in terms of how I see myself in reference to a particular career. I am going virtual, baby. Freelancing is great. But I am now working on quite a number of new stuff, that should hopefully tickle me all the way to the bank.

This site will be changing too. I am now going to dedicate this site to fellow seekers, (yeah that what I called myself a while back) those who are looking for the opportunities that the worldwide web of wonders is joyously giving. This site will be dedicated to those who are beginning freelancing work, those who are looking for virtual assistant jobs, those who are wanting to be article, blog writers, etc, etc. Let us walk on this journey together.

Ghost Rider your face

Cool eh?

Modern-day prophets

I just saw the evening news. There was really nothing special on it except a feature story which kinda pushed my imagination into overdrive. The feature is about the progress of communication nowadays and how communication has become a multimedia playing field. Nothing fancy there especially when you've grown accustomed to the leaps-and-bounds growth of the communication
industry.

Situps for the Yeti

The other day, someone came up to me and excitedly told me about this monster he has just read from one internet article. And so i asked what's the monster called, excited because i pretty much am into these stories myself. With booming voice he responded, "it's called..."

"the ABDOMINABLE Snowman".

"Say what?"

"ABDOMINABLE Snowman"

I was floored. I tried to keep myself from bursting into ecstatic speech. I summoned all the energies in my body, used the Seven Style Spitting Snake concentration technique to keep myself from laughing. All I can say was...

"the monster just probably needs a lot of sit-ups!"

Plugging The Drain - And Using The Right Plug

I have just read the editorial on inq7.net where they gave some disturbing statistics regarding the "flight" of professionals to greener pastures.

In 2002, about 200,000 professionals, associate professionals and technicians left the Philippines for better-paying jobs abroad. Data for 2003 and 2004 are not yet available, but it would be safe to assume that each year a minimum of 100,000 professionals leave for greener pastures. That means that about 400,000 of the country’s best and brightest have left the past three years, depriving their own people of their talents and services.

"air-fart"

We just came back from our much-needed vacation to the Philippines. And our time back home was nothing less than fantastic - meeting family and friends, being greeted by warm filipino smiles, hearing tagalog everyday. Oh, priceless is the breath of fresh air punctuated only with the every-now-and-then whiff of fresh carabao dung.

Titles

I remember my job-hunting days in the Philippines. I once came for an interview for a "marketing officer" position in Pasay. I passed the interview and was scheduled for a comprehensive training. You hear the phrase "marketing officer" and you are immediately filled with thoughts of more-than-normal salary and nice airconditioned office. Afterall, one isn't called "officer" for nothing. This over-imagination (a realization that came only on hindsight) brought out the santa claus in me. Food flowed to the nth power. Buddies had their fill. I was in high spirits. I was, afterall, poised to become a "marketing officer". The day of training came. Imagine my horror when the trainor spilled the beans.