#07242017

July 24, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dR3ccmWmLhk

Hello lovely people! I hope you guys enjoy these song/wotd projects I have on my blog. I really fancy looking up music && sharing some of mine with you. Please don’t hesitate to give me suggestions or to share your own music. I looooooove music. I really do. Today, I want to share this lovely song narrating what slaves had to withstand in Amerikkka. The vile tragedy didn’t happen that long ago && unfortunately, this country is still in the fringes of that dark period. This is Odetta’s “No More Auction Block For Me”. Enjoy.

Had my research presentation last Friday. I was scared, nervous, and feeling uncomfortable. Maybe because I had this thought they were going to judge my whole character when I present my research. That research, by the way, was part of the application process. They’re testing the applicant’s skills when conducting a study since that company specializes in consulting and research.

As I thought, it didn’t go well. My research was a trash—incomplete, not cool, insert other words that would describe a thing without an essence. And I know what’s missing. It’s missing ‘love’—love from the researcher itself. Frankly I admit that I did the study to get hired, not to help people; just for myself, not for the society. I thought of doing it perfectly, so vainly to impress myself to the company since I had my best paper presenter award and I wanted to prove I can do better. I also thought of the time for a span of three days (they gave me my topic on Monday then had to present it on Friday) that I forgot what my thesis adviser used to told us: “Wag kayong magmadali (sa paggawa ng study), papangit ‘yan kapag hindi kayo mabusisi.”