Summation 2007

Picture this: your professor made a deal that if you all scored well on the pre-final exam there would be no more final exam, the results of the pre-final exams were being announced by the class president, no low-score was heard yet, no professor in sight, everyone was cheering and we were all rejoicing. The last name ever to be announced was mine: “Garcia, 98 (percent)”.
Jokingly, Pau joined the hullabaloo as she stood up and cried unto me, “No way!!!”
Out of gladness, pride and joy, I also stood up and joined her clamor.
Then, came a loud shout, “WHAT ON EARTH--------?!!!” It was actually our professor, his arms akimbo and his face red with anger, standing at the door. That was actually his second shout; his first shout had been drowned by our cheers.
We all sat down feeling embarrassed, astonished, startled, stunned, shocked, taken aback, and nervous. We spent the next hour receiving his spits of disgust, the next days reviewing the whole book, the next meeting waiting for the final exam which failed to come with him, and the next week trying hard to apologize. Well, all I enjoyed in his subject was our trip in Laguna.
My 2007 started with a lot of hang outs with the Glamsterz (my peers) including the Pyro-Olympics at the Mall of Asia and our outing in Sea Breeze Resort. This proved that after all these years, our group stayed intact and solid (with exemption to one member---no big deal, my dear readers. Believe me). On the night (or the early morning) of the celebration of Aaron’s birthday, Mitch and I were strolling around the village drowned with our hopes and dreams (senti mode?!). We knew we still had a long way to go. SO we all cherished every moment together and looked forward for a better future.
On summer vacation, I applied for a job in One Global Contact Center, got the job, and rejected the schedule. I spent the next two months just taking care of my cell phone. But in the middle of the vacation, it stopped working while I was up to something (my secret for the time being---hahahaha).
So half of the year I spent with all the English Department could offer: requirements, home works, readings, exams, and did I mention requirements? I found at least some spare time to have ‘fun’ by joining the Korean English Proficiency Program. But having a very tough professor, whom I dubbed as Prof M, my life was kept from anything else but studying. We even had that “Holy Week” (September 2-8) when we had some sort of problem between her and the class.
As a treat for ourselves after the tiresome semester, we went to Star City to amuse ourselves and cry out all our worries as the rides swung us left to right, back and forth, and up and down.
Anne and I were forced to join Mr. and Ms. English 2007 during the English Week the next semester. We did not take it seriously so out of all the contestants, we were the most frivolous.
Here are just some more of what happened this year:
· A thief broke into our house (again)
· Cocktail Party in Philippine Women’s University (March 6)
· Accidentally entering the Ladies room (let’s pretend this is an important event this year—hehehe)
· Devirgnized…. I mean, my lungs got devirginized…
· Earthquake during class
· Overnights at Oso’s
· Compendium (one word explains it all, right classmates?)
I can’t list all of the events this year---just the major ones. So if I’m in the mood, I’d explain some of those mentioned above in my coming posts (pa-bitin effect??!)


It pisses me off when I’m already done with my evening shower then I would be asked to go out of the house to do something. It was one night when, after taking my sacred evening bath, I was asked to buy something in the store. I reluctantly obeyed—my mouth overflowing with evil mutters. I got dressed and walked in the streets with an evil look. I did not care how I looked like and what people would think of me because whenever I’m in a bad mood, I care less of how I look like or what I do. So the people I met in the streets kept on looking at me.
I gave no damn about them.
I was on my way back home and still saw more people looking at me. My hands reached down for my pocket to keep the coins I had in my hands into it when I discovered that I had no pocket behind my shorts.
My eyes looked down. Yes, I still had my shorts on. But I was too mad to care of how I have put it on. Lots of people have seen it before I did.
I was wearing my shorts facing backwards.
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Sayonara, 2007!!!

Drunkenness

All right!!!
I will admit now that up until now I don't get it why people are so after alcohols... I mean the one you drink--not isopropyl alcohol... But as I post this blog, I am actually under (once again) the spell of such curse.
My peer (The Glamsterz) had a Christmas Party a few hours ago and I did not go straight at home (upon seeing the internet cafe, I figured to get a shot of my primary vice).
So it started with the invite and my rejection---saying I want to go to Malate instead on a Saturday. But Mitch had this magical powers which made everyone come even to the time when everyone is unavailable (she has this theory that when an event is not planned, it is accomplished and it works a lot of times to us, honestly).
So I thought that it was time when I had some observation to do; I will document my state of drunkenness to finally figure out what makes alcohols seduce people.
So I took all the shots given to me, keeping myself intact and at the same time, socially performing my skills of conversing. We had three guests besides our gang (as usual, Mark Ryan wasn't able to make it because he was in Cavite). What we talked about is none of your business--just kidding... I'll post it in the coming blogs.
But I noticed that the light drink was kicking in. I was starting to feel a little nauseous--in a good way. Unlike my past drunkenness, this time I was able to keep in mind the feeling that was taking over me (wasted was the time when somebody---whom I really liked----hugged me for a minute but I wasn't in my proper self so I wasn't able to savor the moment). I felt free and any word in my mind was trying to break out of my fucking mind.
I was becoming tactless. But my awareness kept me intact (luckily I was observing myself). Some of my peers, as usual, were harassing me (Yanna actually took off the button of my jeans!!!! I was totally empty with strength!!).
Anyway, I noticed the freedom the alcohol lets you feel when you are under its control. It lets you fly and do whatever you want to do (that's if you're not documenting the feeling like me). It's not the taste that makes you ask for more (Note: alcohols are actually social drugs--which means it is accepted in the society though it creates some effect to the person taking it); it is that feeling of freedom and the feeling of letting everything out of you---the things you weren't able to express, the things you are keeping inside, the things you don't know that exists in you...
You feel so much like you!!!
Of course, our drink was not that hardcore (we did not want to taste shit or vomit a lot for the meantime). But the thing was, it felt very well!!! (Another Note: I am not advertising alcohols and I ain't no drunkard!!!)
As I walked home---here in Washington Street crowded with absence of the citizens---I thought of sharing you guys at least half of what I'm feeling right now because.... I don't know....
I'm so drunk right now so forgive me for the sinful typographical errors. I'm not yet in my total writer-self. I could not think properly. It's also one of my goals right now: to be able to blog while I'm drunk. I once tried it back in November but failed to do it. Somebody who cares got mad at me for being too drunk (whoever it was---hell nobody knows but me!!!).
So whatever else happened in our party shall be posted in the coming blogs (I can't promise when). For now, I am already working on my Summation for 2007. I've already criticized my Summation last year so I'm planning to make it better.....
That's all, guys... I shall sleep on this keyboard for, like, half an hour... good luck to you guysssssajhasklgriuhufdjkhg.........

What a Wednesday

+Wednesday. The scene was very beautiful. There was a huge ship waiting for us at the port. It was almost sunset. I was with my friends as we went up the stairs leading to Doulos, the name of the boat. The wind started to blow hard as we go higher...
+ 6:17PM. Sunday. Osonnie asked me if we were to report for our Philippine Literature class next meeting. I let the spirit of laziness take over me and assumed not. So we did not finish our materials yet. The day came, and yes, we had no chance to report that day. Lucky.
+5:01PM. I've never gone to a huge ship before. The one I would usually take on my way to province wasn't as big as this. We started walking around and finally ended up with a place where there were goods being sold (mostly were books).
+7:32PM. my shoulders and feet were in pain. We had been walking all day long that Wednesday. We were in SM Manila hunting for our presents for our Kris Kringle. We saw Anna, the one whom will be receiving the gift I just bought. And I hid the newly brought present behind me.
+"This is James, Osonnie, Carla and Fule..." Su Jin introduced us to his friend Lucas (not his real name), also a Korean. I was expecting he would say "mother" instead of Fule. Either way, Paulynne was introduced in a funny way.
+8:16PM.The street was dark. Nobody else was with me in this dark walkway in
Taft Avenueand I knew it was very futile to wait for a bus. I had to take a jeepney. Being choosey about Jeepneys, I waited for almost an hour.
+12:04AM. Thursday. My eyes were heavy.
MissionAccomplished. At least, for me. I was online for so many hours just for this report. And still, there are a lot of things to do for school!!!
+12:07AM. The gate in our house was locked. I was locked outside. I knew where the key was supposed to be but it wasn't there!!! With all my ire, I banged the steel gate with all my might. I was really frustrated to go to sleep!! After 20 minutes of banging, I was let in. I stayed up for a few more hours to review. Fucking School.
+6:02PM. The sun was setting. It looked very pretty as it dived into that heavenly horizon of
Manila
Bay. We were at one corner of the ship, hoping to feel okay but we couldn't because at the back of our minds, we knew we had some more obligations for school...
Up until Christmas...

Complaints VS Blessings

"Too much of something is bad enough."
Once upon a time, there was a Nobody who was so bored with his life during his summer vacation (after breaking his motherfucking mobile phone). He missed the school so much. He wanted to do something and thought that school was an answer.
He was wrong.
Because it was a blessing to have something to do. But hell, there was too much to do!!!
So now he was busy on the computer day and night... And he kept his blog filled with his pain about schooling. And the readers are getting tired of reading his complaints. But who cares?!! He had to release those negative energies at something.
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Tell me I'm a dumbass.
Okay, so let's say that school is our way for success. But does education have to forbid you of being young or at least give you some space for yourself? I don't feel like there is any space left anymore for anything else than studying.
I've been reacting too much about the whole "education" thing. But it just irks me so much when almost all of our professors gave us tasks that will last for, like, the whole Christmas vacation. (take note: CHRISTMAS).
But okay, let's be thankful. I'm blessed with education--being able to be educated is enough to be blessed. Being able to learn and do stuffs is a blessing.
But it's too much!! It's like they expect students to do everything as if we never get tired!! And I'm not blaming only one prof (mind you, Prof M might start pointing at me again--describing me and everything!!!)
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Okay, breathe...*inhale* *exhale*... Nan kuru nai sa..
It's just frustrating that they will take away my Christmas.
Do this and do that... It's too much already.
Yet, I should be thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to study and do something.
They (professors) also have to do it.
To evaluate us. To make us learn. To make us better persons in the future. No, make that the BEST, PERFECT,SMARTEST BEINGS in the world.
Yet, we never experienced our youth. We forgot to love. We forgot who our relatives are. We forgot to socialize. We forgot to breathe. We forgot to live.
We became computers with the best programs in the world, yet we are just machines...
Just machines...

Somebody told me it's almost Christmas

I'm not sure.. Yes, it's already colder now than ever.. It is December... But do you know the feeling that Christmas is not around the corner...
I guess you don't... You're not in my position..
One theory I raised upon such feeling is that it is because I've got lots of things to do--I'm so preoccupied with a lot of school duties that I barely care if it's Christmas already..
Even all of the professors don't recognize Christmas anymore.. They don't get the meaning of 'Christmas Vacation'. They don't even know what 'Vacation' means, I think..
Anyway, so it's almost the day for Simbang Gabi.. I bet you will be seeing them people who are too flashy that they seem to go to a bar or something. But they are merely going to Simbang Gabi ---or what this generation may dub as 'Simbang Porma'.
The essence of Christmas and the sense of going to the church are forgotten. These teenagers go there because they will see their crushes or some new chicks or whatever. Some just come there for the wish they could make upon completing the 9 days. Some would just come there to show up.
Is that how you show you're a Christian? Yuck!!
Anyway, aside from bitching around again and whipping the commoners again with my pointed tongue... I guess you must forgive me because I'm stressed. I'm bombarded with all what I need to suppress into my head.
This will be the first Christmas I will be forgetting about. As the others will be getting ready for some walks and visits and everything 'Christmassy', I hit the books and do my home works.
Busy Christmas for me!!
Fucking System of Education!!!

Schooling rhymes with Frustrations

You have two choices: You let the time pass with nothing to expect but the worse or you make a move and realize you did not do enough.
It was already three in the afternoon and I was supposed to be home already. Instead, I was paper bathing in the library. While the others were seeking for the "Holy Books of Grammar", I was seated with Oso and Carla on one table able to do nothing else but chat amidst the silence of the place. I've never re-validated my Library Card ever since second year (so I still have my old freshman library card and its futility).
After a while, most of my classmates were buzzing around on one table. They were doing something for the class for tomorrow. Upon hearing their frustrated voices, I decided not to inquire about the colloquy. I was getting hints that it had something to do with our frustrating course, Teaching Grammar, so my mind started to flow away from the events taking place around me and chose to live on its own.
But their busy movements and voices were pulling my fleeing consciousness back to the messy and irritating reality: I have to do my homework.
They told me what task they had and I (reluctantly) joined to do what I could to help each and everyone of us. I hope you know that it's not that easy being in Prof M's class.
So now I busily tap on the keyboard---and strangely found some time to post a blog about it---- working on this damned homework. But it pays to know I am ready... or so I hope...
But it hurts when you're already in HER class and she asks questions you are not ready of... especially if all what I've sought upon are not accredited after all those hardships!!!
FRUSTRATING, RIGHT?!!!

Egoism is it?

People would always think I'm nuts, I'm crazy, I’m weird...And I don't see anything wrong with that.. In fact, I also think that I am weird--well, that's looking into the eyes of other people. That's because of the things I say and do, I guess. I know at least how to reflect. But are these people contented with making other people wrong and always bringing themselves up? With the use of other people, most of us try to go higher from where we are right now--even if it means the pain of somebody else.
The problem is, humanity is now on its peek when it comes to egoism. I came to the point in my life when I considered myself egoistic in a lot of ways. And I even planned on doing a blog about it to cite proofs of my egoism. I failed to continue. Because as I observed my everyday I life, I realized that there are actually more people who are more egoistic than I am (you can just imagine how egoistic people are now). As a matter of fact, I recognized some simple everyday acts and sayings that nobody ever thought would turn out egoistic (like the terms "I need you" in romance for example). So I dismissed myself on being egoistic.
Most people are egoistic. And I'm not saying that egoism is something bad at all. I think that there are times that egoism is an asset. But do we really need to view it negative? I guess so.
Anything else I've got to say about these stuffs I shall save for some books I'm planning to write. But for now, try to reflect:
Do you do what you do for really the sake of others or really for your own betterment?