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Say hi Alanis.:)
May 10 2013 was horrible, nauseous, depressing, melancholic, phlegmatic, obnoxious, and sad.
I overslept, woke up at around 8 or so, and didn’t attend my 7 30 am class. My classmates told me that we had a seatwork. So that’s that, i guess i have to make do during the first quiz.
Arrived at school at about 10 45 only to find out our classroom had been used again for a MAS faculty seminar held by an english guy whom i had not known since the first time i saw him.
I had nothing to do, by 11 30 am, my co-writer and I decided that we have to do the interviews regarding the headline for the next school paper by today, and was also our deadline. We got at the office, and they basically, in a nutshell, had nothing to say regarding the article. Technically, the project haven’t been started yet.
This was the first sign of tantrums, i can feel it.
We went back to the office, along the way, met another co-writer along the hallway, and he, not my editor, told me that my entry for the centerfold had been rejected. It was the second time this week. I know i’m not a shit writer, and i knew that i was doing something wrong.
I went around the school hoping to find some academic poster that would cater to the criteria, and i spent the next 4 hours trying to do an article which at that point, is an article i don’t want to write anymore. By 4 35 i finished it.
Then i proceeded to my last class. We had nothing to do but a lousy seatwork which was marked 55/100.
I completed the normal circulation of blood needed to get angry, and boy i was mad. Went home straight, ditching everything. A meeting, any signs of Friday night life, chilling in the club, everything.
I boarded an old bus, one with coughing aircons and chairs with mildew. I wanted to sleep, and just shrug the feeling off. Fate never wanted me asleep, the only available at the time of my arrival was an aisle seat, and during the course of the ride, that aisle was never empty. I got bumped every now and then, and i had to lean forward everytime because it was gay not to.
The freaking trip was 2 hours long. Because of fucking politicians who never cared for the public, as they went ahead and set meeting de avance’s on just about anywhere. Public service my ass.
I got down, ate something when i chanced upon the usual street food chain and went home.
Got home to find a drum set waiting for me. Before i even saw what was it, i already had a smile on my face. I was blushing, i got back, and went to my dad who was watching telenovelas, i said thank you. My mom jokingly remarked earlier, “ibili mo naman daw ng drum set ung anak natin,” Upon the delivery of the the piano of my little sister, my dad went up to the dealer and asked how much for a set, and then everything was history.
I never genuinely smiled like this since that fateful incident in Zambales. I was mad, angry, unforgiving, and always sad.
Today just proves that one cannot simply have a shitty day, however crappy, or sour the first hours were. Yes, i had several hours more to turn the tables, and indeed, i flipped them with style.
Hi Alanis. :)
• Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it.
• Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad.
• CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL
• Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel.
• Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there.
• Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover.
• Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it
• Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick.
• If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it.
• If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kill the bacteria.
• Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel.
• Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas.
• Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https://
• Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, save it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking.
• Pick a flavor of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test.
• Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft.
• Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster.
• Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out.
• Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier.
• Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either.
• Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom while showering to steam it flat.
• The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes.
• Use hydrogen peroxide to remove blood stains from clothing.
• When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks.
• When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread from going spongy.
• When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it.
• When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.
reblogging just to be sure i don’t miss any of it.
My parents are arguing again, right at this moment.
Well, i can hear them.
And it’s about incompetent children.
You see, they lived their lives from down up. A typical story of rags to mild riches.
Us. The “incompetent kids” doesn’t know what it feels like.
Sure, we don’t.
Can’t really argue with that.
It’s just that, on my side of the coin. We deserve to live.
We all experience hardships. On a varying scale of course.
Well, a thought came to mind.
Only if i became the News Editor. Only if somehow, i made them proud. Then, this arguing thingie wouldn’t be happening right now.
But i lost.
and they’re arguing right now.
Well, a thought came to mind.
It’s really wasn’t about what other people have said, or what the judge’s decision were.
It was all about me. Not winning. Not seizing the moment enough. Not wanting it more.
Yes i’m sad.
But genies doesn’t exist.
And we never get to wish three times.
There are days that,you think about so many things at once, about life, that you don’t seem to know whether you’re running your own life, or you succumb to the need of everyone around you.
I mean, we all have priorities here and there, but do we really say no to those things, because we mean them? Or we really just saying those things to give way to another?
UST is my dream school, i want to study journalism there, play soccer, and go home watching the sunset over that beautiful church. My mom didn’t give me funds to take the entrance examination, t’was like 500 pesos or so. She didn’t want me to take Journalism because at that time, the Maguindanao Massacre happened, and a lot of joursnalists were buried alive.
What if, being a journalist is what i really am supposed to be?
My point is, it is very rare that we decide for ourselves, simply because there are a lot of rules to be followed, and people to protect as well. Let’s say, you are in a relationship, of course you can’t be bestfriends with the opposite sex because your relationship partner might think that there is something going on there.
Every professor in the world would dismiss your reason at the very same instant when you say that your dog ate your homework. What if your dog really ate your assignment?
There is this illusion that we, human beings, control our own lives, where in fact, this isn’t the case. We do things because it needs to be done, and it needs to be this way. We do things because we don’t like how other people thinks of us. Because we have to be great, we have to please everybody.
When you wake up, even if you still want to sleep, you get up. You don’t want your teacher to mark you absent. You have to go to class for him/her. You go to school because your parents would be happy if you did. You have to get a job so you want go hungry, so you won’t be poor, because other people will you treat you like shit if you are.
You write about things so you other people can read it. You buy things not to please yourself, but to please society and the economy. We always lived because other people need us, and because we need other people too.
At this point, i find my argument faulty already, but i won’t let go of it. There are a lot of things, and events that would fill up its meaning. We are living puppets, created by each other. We have to be what everybody needs us to be, if not, we just become nobodies.
Well, i did hope for a frivolous night. In the end, it still ended with swollen eyes and teardrops. With a window seat, and a bus all to myself, i burst out in tears yet again. With my mixtape and the psychedelic flashing of the orange highway lights, i drowned myself with schematics and blueprints that would never really work.
I’m hungry, and irrelevant, well, at least that’s what i feel. Always the salt to a side salad. I didn’t attend the staff meeting this term concerning what the content for the next issue will be. After class, i immediately galloped around the school in hopes of finding acitivities to burn calories and time. Well drum practice wasn’t scheduled yesterday and the team wasn’t around to accomodate me inside our dug out. Fortunately, i met up with Kuya Jet, the previous EIC of the publication, and a little bit later, Dwinnon, a former staff writer.
I felt glad, that kuya Jet never talked or opened a topic why i wasn’t inside the office during an important meeting. Basing from his records, i knew that he knew, he just didn’t want to make me feel awkward i guess. Off we went to Starbucks, to meet up with Dwinnon, and after that proceeded to Netguild, the official gaming shop of The New Builder.
Everything went down the drain afterwards.
We went home, they were all glad and up about the results of the fight. I was happy too during the fight, shouting and mocking everyone i killed on sight. After we boarded the bus, that’s when i got all shook up and silent. I remember Glenn, a staff writer, say “hindi kami sanay ah, ang tahimik mo”, in which i replied a silent nod. They we’re all talking about the COED, the topics that were to be printed out, everything, and i did feel like it was lacking, i didn’t agree with almost anything. And to think that it was a meeting, and everyone was supposed to agree or disagree if they felt like it. I just thought, you were there, you had the courage to say NO if you thought that the COED was lacking, and/or this topic was incompetent.
Of course, why do they have to listen to what i have to say, i am nothing, i’m just a failed News Editor wannabee. A bit of happiness inspired me though, when Ziegfried and Viela, a builder couple and both staff writers, really defended their acqusitions well, as told by those whom i shared the bus ride home.
I didn’t want to be in a position where i have all the means necessary to spell out convictions in dazzling pastel rainbow colors, and yet i can’t do anything. I was just crying my heart out, Kuya Jet told me, as he was about to depart, “magiging news editor ka, alam ko, pinagdaanan ko yan”, in which i replied, “kelan pa?”
I don’t want to be remembered as the boy who had the heart, but didn’t have the skill. I knew from the very start, that my heart was the only reason i was still alive and kickin. It was my fighting spirit, the pheonix in me who always resurrected my weary soul, rekindled fire. It was always the catch phrase “puso lang”. I am in a very fragile state, that this mode of tranportation that led me where i am, will start to break soon. I shudder to speak as my ego talks me down and makes me cry.
i recently watched The Pixar Story, and if John Lasseter hadn’t had the heart after being fired from Walt Disney, then we wouldn’t have PIXAR, and Toy Story would have never been an animated masterpiece. If those guys cut the line right there and then, then the world would have been a pretty miserable live action flick.
This heart won’t fail me. I just know it.