Err we got in kinda late so we apparently missed the good parts about Colin Powell’s interview. Actually, we got there just about 5-10 mins into it, but stepped outside for coffee since I was still half asleep. It took me a while to finish drinking it coz it was scalding, and when we got in, the interview was already past halfway. Rofl. Go me.

Anyways, day two was great. Although, as for the interviews with Colin Powell and former US president Jimmy Carter, they were the types of things that are better actually heard. Here are some things from day two anyways.

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Err we got in kinda late so we apparently missed the good parts about Colin Powell’s interview. Actually, we got there just about 5-10 mins into it, but stepped outside for coffee since I was still half asleep. It took me a while to finish drinking it coz it was scalding, and when we got in, the interview was already past halfway. Rofl. Go me.

Anyways, day two was great. Although, as for the interviews with Colin Powell and former US president Jimmy Carter, they were the types of things that are better actually heard. Here are some things from day two anyways.

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A summit with some of the most influential leaders in the world, where they share their leadership experiences and expertise. It was held in the US last August, and they took it upon themselves bring the sessions to 30 other countries via videocast. Sounds boring, but let me just say…

It. Was. Legendary.

And today is just day 1. There were times when I felt I couldn’t write fast enough, especially since I didn’t want to just write through the whole thing. I even saw my boss there, I knew she was taking a leave but I didn’t know till texting her that she was going to the same event.

Anyways, I wanna share a few things I learned for my readers. If you ever want to better yourself as a current, potential or aspiring leader, these are very good things to consider.

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A summit with some of the most influential leaders in the world, where they share their leadership experiences and expertise. It was held in the US last August, and they took it upon themselves bring the sessions to 30 other countries via videocast. Sounds boring, but let me just say…

It. Was. Legendary.

And today is just day 1. There were times when I felt I couldn’t write fast enough, especially since I didn’t want to just write through the whole thing. I even saw my boss there, I knew she was taking a leave but I didn’t know till texting her that she was going to the same event.

Anyways, I wanna share a few things I learned for my readers. If you ever want to better yourself as a current, potential or aspiring leader, these are very good things to consider.

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There are some things you just can’t imagine people doing. Like, when you see it in a sitcom, you never think it’ll happen in real life. Or if someone tells you about it, you think they’re making it up. But once in a while, you find yourself in a situation like that. And if you’re as unlucky as I was this morning, you had to sit through it for about an hour.

I took a cab. And the 32-year-old, father-of-one, husband-of-none, single-and-looking driver tried to “smooth talk” his way into getting my name and number. No, I did not ask for any of those details. In fact at that point, pure and deafening silence would’ve been much appreciated.

Naturally I didn’t give it. Then he went on about how I probably didn’t want to “be friends” since he was poor, how he’s not a bad person, how I should stay away from guys my age. And he seemed to be saying I was in luck, since he was looking for someone like me. I am not kidding. It goes on and on and on and on.

No I am not making this up, nor am I exaggerating one bit. Btw, I would’ve gotten off (I know what you’re thinking) but getting a cab there is next to impossible at that hour. So I just humored him, kept him talking without really saying much.

But seriously, thank God the traffic wasn’t as nasty as it usually is. Good grief.

I got used to taking meds before my age even hit double digits. What can I say, I wasn’t a healthy kid.

That was a long time ago, but I still remember how it felt staring at the invaders in my hand. There was one tablet in particular — it was big, capsule-shaped and white if I remember correctly. How annoying, that it would disguise itself as a capsule, trying to fool me into thinking it was easy to swallow. But for the most part, it worked back then. Despite the size and the rough corners, I would always think of it least.

On occasion, I’d throw a fit when it was time for my pills. I remember thinking, why did I even have to take them? If I skipped, even just once, would I die? Would it be so bad if I just ignored them, went on playing with my toys, no matter how serious they were to the people around me?

But I was told that taking my medicine was important. It sure as hell wasn’t important to me then, but it was to my mom. And because she was important to me, I always knew that after agonizing over them, in the end I would take them anyway.

So no matter how I tried to delay, as kids do, I could not ignore the fact that I had 2-4 pills to swallow in my hand. It would take more than one glass of water to get the first few down, but they were kinda easy.

And then I would come to that treacherous caplet. I learned that the longer I stared at it, the harder it would be for me to just get it overwith. In the back of my mind I was always certain that there was something in it for me, that I did in fact want to take it. But it was hard.

And so after doing so much as crying about it, I’d toss it in, drink like no tomorrow. At that point if I hesitated, I knew from experience that it could get jammed down there and that would hurt me more. I didn’t want that, no sir. So I went against all that made me a kid, and even just for that moment, I grew up.

It was always the toughest to swallow for me, though I’d never think of it that way until that moment I actually had to do it. Over a decade forward, I can take pills without water. But I still have the urge to ask why. Why do I have to be the one to swallow that pill, why now, why in the first place? Why do I have no right to throw a fit? Why must it crash down like this? Me with my unrehearsed deer-in-headlights look, feeling like that 8-year-old kid again, but this time having more to swallow than just 500-milligram woes.

But I will, I know it, I just have to get through the motions. It’s hard and it hurts, but what can I say. I know I’m still not a healthy kid.

Please don’t ask. I’m okay. :)

I got used to taking meds before my age even hit double digits. What can I say, I wasn’t a healthy kid.

That was a long time ago, but I still remember how it felt staring at the invaders in my hand. There was one tablet in particular — it was big, capsule-shaped and white if I remember correctly. How annoying, that it would disguise itself as a capsule, trying to fool me into thinking it was easy to swallow. But for the most part, it worked back then. Despite the size and the rough corners, I would always think of it least.

On occasion, I’d throw a fit when it was time for my pills. I remember thinking, why did I even have to take them? If I skipped, even just once, would I die? Would it be so bad if I just ignored them, went on playing with my toys, no matter how serious they were to the people around me?

But I was told that taking my medicine was important. It sure as hell wasn’t important to me then, but it was to my mom. And because she was important to me, I always knew that after agonizing over them, in the end I would take them anyway.

So no matter how I tried to delay, as kids do, I could not ignore the fact that I had 2-4 pills to swallow in my hand. It would take more than one glass of water to get the first few down, but they were kinda easy.

And then I would come to that treacherous caplet. I learned that the longer I stared at it, the harder it would be for me to just get it overwith. In the back of my mind I was always certain that there was something in it for me, that I did in fact want to take it. But it was hard.

And so after doing so much as crying about it, I’d toss it in, drink like no tomorrow. At that point if I hesitated, I knew from experience that it could get jammed down there and that would hurt me more. I didn’t want that, no sir. So I went against all that made me a kid, and even just for that moment, I grew up.

It was always the toughest to swallow for me, though I’d never think of it that way until that moment I actually had to do it. Over a decade forward, I can take pills without water. But I still have the urge to ask why. Why do I have to be the one to swallow that pill, why now, why in the first place? Why do I have no right to throw a fit? Why must it crash down like this? Me with my unrehearsed deer-in-headlights look, feeling like that 8-year-old kid again, but this time having more to swallow than just 500-milligram woes.

But I will, I know it, I just have to get through the motions. It’s hard and it hurts, but what can I say. I know I’m still not a healthy kid.

Please don’t ask. I’m okay. :)