Ok, so I am fully aware of the fact that my blog, writings and musings are the biggest flops in history....
Anyway, I´m in such a bad mood lately and I just can´t explain why. Maybe due to the heat wave that has been taking over Germany these last few weeks.
Damn it, it´s even worse than in the Philippines because we don´t even have air conditioning (not that I need it, but I'm telling you, I'm dehydrating here)! AND you´re not exactly allowed to open an umbrella. (Uhmm... I think only Southeast Asians will get this one.)
But ... oh, well, I´m assuming that I´m not the only one who has had his blues... because anywhere you go here in Big B (Berlin), you´ll see the people frowning even more often than they already had done prior summer.
Apart from that, I´ve lately been losing interest in going out... considering the underground and buses here reek of the odor we human beings oh-so-nicely project. (God, I almost fainted the other day! But whatever. No one cares.)
Anyway, to make the long babbling short, I decided to tell you a bit of my awesome (that was meant sarcastically, you suckers) SUMMER.
Tell me, what do you associate the word "summer" with?
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I know what you´re thinking of: summer flings, summer romance, beaches, parties, hot guys, hot Edward Cullens (God, I hate him!!!!), smoothies, flip flops, etc. etc. (Just think of Katy Perry in California Gurls....Freaking industrialists!). Yes, yes, yes. SUMMER indeed is the ideal time for all that!
But hey, I didn't meet any Johnny Depp, and as much as I hate to break it to myself, my summer (mostly!) consisted of something less fun for a teenage girl: work.
(imaginary applause in the background!)
Ever since Summer break began, I´ve been working for talk2move, an agency which fundraises for non-profit organizations such as WWF, Malteser and SOS Kinderdoerfer.
*and just FYI, if you want to take a peek:
At first, I was pretty nervous as to whether it´ll be an interesting job or just one where they exploit greedy children who want to earn sth., yet in the end, it actually proved to be quite a blast: the people were amicable (most of them) and well, although it was deadly tiring, it was a good cause from the first day 'til the last!
However, I felt under pressure most of the time... because it was really hard to find any sponsor at the streets who didn't think that we were either:
1) completely mental
2) a modus operandi
3) didn't have anything to do
4) young punks without a home
5) working for corrupt capitalists
6) just wanted the money for ourselves
7) ... just fill in the blank yourself
...and yeah, I think you get my point. So technically, almost no one stopped and listened... although the best part of the day was talking to people and having the most random conversations and discussions with strangers you probably won't be seeing again.
I just loved being insulted yet praised at the same time! It was such an elating feeling; even more satisfying than being at church! (Forgive me God, for I have sinned.)
...But whatever, we managed.
My point is, having a summer job ISN'T only "having a summer job".
It's not just about the money; not about your own needs and wants nor about the fruits you reap by sowing.
Rather, it's about the experience and epiphanies you undergo while jobbing.
Every time I was on the streets with my aching feet and my half-broken sandals, talking and explaining and giving my best to try to convince people of the purpose we were engaged in, I noticed how many people really did and do exert effort to be able to change the world; to make a change.
Some of them, of course, were lying (you could tell by their reactions, the curtness and shallowness of their answers), yet quite a number really DID have an idea; DID have a clue and actually WERE doing something that really DID change someone's life drastically.
...And you know what? The majority of them were young people, students like them, you and me; like us.
I'm not implying anything, (I don't want to play the hypocrite here) but if you really think about it, the youth really DOES play an utterly relevant role in the future of society (Whitney Houston was right all along).
After all, we are the idealists ... and our elders are the hopeless pessimists who CALL themselves realists. (Hold on a minute, I respect my elders and I'm not referring to all of them... I just meant those who are right at the top. I think you know what I mean, right?)
As the youth of today, shouldn't we already be thinking of reforming the way we mold the generations after us into industrialist minds?
We ourselves hate it, why not try to change it?
I know it's wishful thinking, but we're not trying to change the entire world at once.
Up to now, we've been trying to walk step by step into the right direction, waiting for a change.
But the question is: why not be the change itself? (I know many prominent people have probably already said this, but I think that there's no better nor blunter way to say what this world needs us to be.)
It's not just about the money; not about your own needs and wants nor about the fruits you reap by sowing.
Rather, it's about the experience and epiphanies you undergo while jobbing.
Every time I was on the streets with my aching feet and my half-broken sandals, talking and explaining and giving my best to try to convince people of the purpose we were engaged in, I noticed how many people really did and do exert effort to be able to change the world; to make a change.
Some of them, of course, were lying (you could tell by their reactions, the curtness and shallowness of their answers), yet quite a number really DID have an idea; DID have a clue and actually WERE doing something that really DID change someone's life drastically.
...And you know what? The majority of them were young people, students like them, you and me; like us.
I'm not implying anything, (I don't want to play the hypocrite here) but if you really think about it, the youth really DOES play an utterly relevant role in the future of society (Whitney Houston was right all along).
After all, we are the idealists ... and our elders are the hopeless pessimists who CALL themselves realists. (Hold on a minute, I respect my elders and I'm not referring to all of them... I just meant those who are right at the top. I think you know what I mean, right?)
As the youth of today, shouldn't we already be thinking of reforming the way we mold the generations after us into industrialist minds?
We ourselves hate it, why not try to change it?
I know it's wishful thinking, but we're not trying to change the entire world at once.
Up to now, we've been trying to walk step by step into the right direction, waiting for a change.
But the question is: why not be the change itself? (I know many prominent people have probably already said this, but I think that there's no better nor blunter way to say what this world needs us to be.)
(I'm SO sorry for this tremendously mediocre post. My thoughts have been flying lately and they've been a bit tangled.)
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Renee
