The Art of Complaining

Tell me about it...

I think it's funny why we complain everyday about everyday things. (You don't think it's funny? or you haven't thought of it?) Anyway, you see, I'm speaking in a post-modern kind of way here. Most complain about traffic, even though everybody would trade anything just to get through traffic during rush hours. We KNOW there is traffic during rush hours, so we tend to leave earlier; however, everybody thinks the same way so the rush hour begins even earlier. We end up with traffic, no biggie, it's an everyday city scenario. Still, we complain about it and get pissed by the fact that there is traffic and we complain about it.

One can get depression, high blood pressure, and other kinds of illness just from complaining. Complaining really does no one any good, (well maybe it is a different story when you're maltreated or underpaid) yet we love to do it. Love referring not to deep emotion, but Love more as a habit. I like to complain about heavy school workload and not being paid by doing it, about procrastination and why I still do it even though I write every year in my New Year's Resolution that I won't procrastinate anymore, and all things left unsaid. Weird, eh?

I find it funny, but not to the point I would laugh because of it. Funny in the sense that I get stressed by planning how and when to go to a salon to have a foot spa for my paper knowing that spas are there to relieve you from stress. Ironic. I love irony, not basically because of habit, or deep emotion, but of hey, maybe it is because of those. More workload, and because I prioritized this entry first rather than think about my final paper, this is a form of procrastination and my denial of the reality. I'll have more stress later in noon if I wake up, funny, I wake up at noon because I slept late for studying or whatnot, but because I just love to sleep late. Love, in a form of a habit.

MORAL: Complaining may relieve one of stress, but the aftermath of it is far worse than stress itself. Dreams are your keys to success, sleep now to have those dreams. Life is unfair, pretend you don't know that. Smile if you're mad or frustrated, it would annoy people you (want to) hate. O_O

Kingdom, Queendom, Boredom

We have electricity, so, no, it's not a brownout-induced sadness. I don't know what it is, so maybe this feeling doesn't exist as to logocentrism. (hello, this is definitely not love! Rip me apart still it is not love, hatred maybe. But a Jedi knows no fear and no love.) For me, this feeling lives even though there is exactly no word for it. It is not depression or what, maybe similar but I don't really know, you tell me. Mix boredom and sadness together, make that unwanted boredom and unexplainable sadness, and you'll get it. It is not the sadness I have whenever I get my period or what, neither is it broedom from nothing to do because I have heaps of papers to edit and a lot of reaction papers to react to and write about. Mind you, all are due before the week ends and I haven't even laid my eyes (and thoughts) on them.

I refused to sleep and play a video game because I think that those two activities make you forget about time. And I don't want to waste my time sleeping and playing till the sun is out (which I often do before, and add being reprimanded for loving to do it). I really just wanted to go out (not party and stuff) and have a walk or run, just someting to let my mind fly (not time). However it is near evening and with our security (our helpers) here I won't easily be allowed to stroll somewhere without anyone with me and with practically no reason. (Because if I need something I would be accompanied and even dropped off where I want to be)

I resolved to do something to make-up for my unexplained feeling that is getting worse every minute. I took a bath, listened to music, ate ice cream in sugar cone (make that 3 servings), and chatted with my friends. Yes, I have talked (chat, that is) to the people I wanted to talk with and they lessened my strange agony. (Those senseless, nonsense messages really helped me a lot, promise.ü) Everything ends (not this feeling), and they went offline and left me with people who are very busy, or pretending to be (because it make you look like a very important person with a lot of things to do). I ate again, I can't think of anything to do so don't blame me, and again and again. I still wanted to walk around, make my mind wander and even run around but then I remembered that this is (sad truth) the Philippines; I can't just walk or run around without taking in so much carbon monoxide to make me feel better or whatever. Typing helps a little, so I'm doing it now.

Unexplained feeling, nope, I'm not pregnant (who the heck would think of this?! well, one did, you know who you are), I'm actually having it, what am I talking (typing for the matter) about. I'm tired of playing online games for today even though there is like a promo in the game and you're stupid if you miss this one out. But I let it pass, so maybe I won't be under those stupid people. I'm being reprimanded already, I'm really not feeling well. I finished watching Charlie's Angels on dvd, I picked it by random. Nope, it didn't help alleviate anything. My eyes are twitching already, I think sleep may help, I'm really not sure.
MORAL: When you don't feel well, and it is really not a disease, don't talk too much. It just leads to negative consequences. Thank God you don't experience what I am experiencing now. I know it'll go away, nontheless. ^_^ (fake happiness)

Kick Me With Your Fist

My pride sucks, I would hate myself if I lose to a yellow belter.


We had our PE finals today. We had the elimination and final matches planned today. As usual, I fall under the finweight (the lightest and most populated of all. Maybe girls nowadays are really underweight. A fad? Nah, I eat like a horse, though. But I don't resemble any of the horse species) category. (Note that I have been underweight as far as I can remember.) I came at around 3pm, just after Math class. Think about it, after Math, I have to do adrenaline-pumping activities?! Help me, Lord..

I came there and most Taekwondo jins were warming-up already. When they were done, I entered the Martial Arts Center then they called-out names of the students to initially start the tournament. When my name was called, I raised my hand (I even yelled "present," how dumb of me) then when they called out another name and another hand raised, they told me, "Ok, both of you, prepare now."

I was like, "What the - ?! I haven't even tied my belt yet! I haven't had warm-up!" But of course, who am I to complain? Just an adorable, eccentric, different person. (Don't react there.) So I did all I could to delay the match, (I hope my 1st round partner doesn't read this and realized I prolonged our agony) and I managed to not be the first match. Success.
Not for long, I wore my guards and it seemed my heart wanted to get-off my chest, I thought I was having tachychardia and be rushed into the infirmary (which is like what, 10 minutes away from the MAC. Ateneo, what is that?!). Unfortunately there was no way I can escape this event so I went on with it. First round, 5-0. Second round 1-0. I won. I won?! It feels good, 'cause now, I won't have a C for my finals. Ahaha..ü

My second match and my opponent's first match. I thought, she has more energy now.. Daya. I just thought now I have an excuse to lose.. Haha. However, I know this girl, she's my friend's blockmate! I remember even tying her belt during the Promotion test before, and now I'm fighting with her. I won, 2-0 (I forgot the other one). I had ice on my foot now, it gets more painful as the matches go farther. Then my 3rd match came, my opponent (yes, you guessed it right) is just going to experience her first fight with me since her first match was a default. (Where is she anyway?) Another energy struggle!! And mind you, endurance is my problem, I barely last the second round of my fights.

I was with my PE-mates, and we were thinking whom we would fight next. Amazing.. When we traced the fight diagram, I pointed a name and one of my classmate pointed hers. We are next. Do you know how difficult it is to fight with you friend? She would experience my freaky taekwondo yell. Hannah, if you're reading this, you owe me a lot (I dedicate my bruises and swollen feet to you.) Hannah was the only one who got a score from me, and I tell you, she was tough! 3-2, 3-2, with a friend, I'll never forget that. Hannah practically wore me down, I was wobbly and literally crawling after the semis! Her foot got inside my armor and I have big bruiseS to prove that, and her toenails scratched my knees and foot a lot.. I love you, Hannah, you're my painful friend.

Wait, I'm in the finals?! Freaking unbelievable! Hey, I just brought a small water bottle with me, with a just win one match in mind. My final match was bad. I saw this blue belter kicking heads off from the neck, trust me. I'm so freaked out! I just wanted to forfeit the match, I'll get a medal anyway. But there's no turning back since most of my section D classmates reached the semis and finals, too. (I remembered Coach Jobet telling us our section don't have the talent in taekwondo. He's superduper surprised with the outcome. Really surprised!) So I just thought, just a score, not zero please!! I knew it I'm going to lose. Nope, I didn't expect a miracle. She was a varsity player!! And she was being cheered by the varsity players so I assumed she's with them. They even gave her tips. Right in front of me. Even though I have headgear, dude, I can still hear them! 2-3, (I forgot). I had 2 points and some points in the match! I'm so happy. One thing I didn't like was my opponent's unhappy, dead-cold, serious face. I was smiling and praised her, even congratulated her, then I didn't even get a cold stare or a curse back from her. That frustrated me the most, since I laughed and smiled (the smile with teeth and braces showing) and shook hands (the double handshake) with all my heart in all my matches.

MORAL: Smile! Even if you got kicked from almost everywhere. You won't look like a loser. If you plan to take taekwondo, gain weight even if you have to take Kalteen bars ala Mean Girls because there are less players in the heavier divisions! Also, namedropping feels like hell, so avoid it! (I did 3 a while ago and I felt like a low-life gunk underneath the caf tables)
TIPS for preventing namedropping: I actually did this to Jeddi (now you know why!): Hey, may I take a look at your id, I want to see how you look like in your picture. Then memorize the name and course, fast!
Another would be waiting for the others to call them, then memorize it!
Last, be like Miranda Priestly and have someone remember names for you and just ask them for reference. In short, ask someone who really knows their names. (Hannah, I'm referring to you, who the heck is Teddy? Her name is Kris! Pauso! ahaha)

Not Waking in September

My Tuesday class would be at noon, but I woke up earlier as usual. However, I looked at my phone and checked the time. It read 7am. I slept again but woke up because of unusual visions scrambling inside of me, or so I thought.

Who would ever thought that Sitti, Nina, and a handful of actors and actresses were communists? My family is making fun of me on becoming a communist, and for the record, I am not a communist and I have no desire whatsoever to be one (even though the future is unclear).

It started with a general assembly for the newly recruited communists (maybe the idea came from attending a general assembly for Gawad Kalinga a few days earlier). Monsour del Rosario and Nene (the one from the PBB show thingy) were the ones who initiated the mountain trek to the base camp. Weird, eh? Since I was a cadet officer during my high school years, I had a high excitement level while trekking the mountain paths. Others were like, "Oh my God! My foot hurts! I never thought this would happen to me. Huhu. I want the smell of congested air in the mall again, not this nature stuff I only see in tv."

When we were there, at the assembly, Rachelle Ann Go (not sure with the spelling, sorry) was singing and I was sitting there beside Sitti and Nina. Weirder...
So I thought, now there's something wrong here, I didn't ask for autographs or photo-ops but I just sat there and conversed with them.

Then, I woke up. Maybe because of being starstruck? Or maybe because of being in a communist convention with singers and popular people? I don't know, I was not even close to being late for class.

Then I remembered things that say of dreams, that it is the future, or has links to it whatsoever. Would I be a communist? Would I be related, be it work or what, with these performers in the future? I think I would just want to buy Sitti's album and I'm sure of it.ü

MORAL: You can't choose your dreams, you think you can? You can just pick it at first (with the opening of your so called dream, but hey, you're still awake when you can do that) then next thing you know, Freddy Kreuger's there chasing you with a smile, or is it a smile, and you can't choose the way you want to end it, or run away from Freddy... Creepy.

An Unfortunate UP-Trip

I have been to the UP Film Institute for two times already before my misadventure. My first trip there was with my blockmate (who was from Pampanga and has no idea where UP is) and we successfully discovered the whereabouts of this film center with two jeepney rides.
My second journey to UP was with my beloved brother who has a GPS at the back of his head. He always seems to know where is anywhere. I came with him to the center and made me walk around so that according to him, I " would know the ins and outs of UP."

With all these experience, I wanted to go alone. I said "no" to being dropped-off there, and I refused to ride a cab. I wanted to walk, and ride a jeepney like what others do. HOWEVER, along Katipunan, I saw a schoolmate (he was a sophomore and hell, we don't know each other) and told myself, "I'm sure he's going to the film center. Might as well follow him." Bad move.

He went down the jeepney and rode another one, I unknowingly did the same and after some 20minutes or so, I realized I was already in Tandang Sora!! Damn my stupidness!! I knew I was at the wrong place when I was starting to see grassy areas and one-laned roads. So I immediately went down the jeepney and crossed the road like I am invincible when I saw a taxi coming form the opposite way.

I told the manong driver if he knows where the UP Film Center is, and when he said yes, I asked him again, and was replied by "I really know it". (I had no time to point wrong directions to a driver pretending he knows where we're going but not.) I realized how far I have traveled, since I can't recognize anything along the way! A stranger in my own country, I can support that.

I prayed inside the cab that I can arrive there before the movie starts. Fortunately, I came there 2minutes before they started the show. I swear I'll not follow anybody around and I'll navigate and memorize the area first before I even try to go there.

MORAL: Take a cab if you don't know or not sure where you're going at. Accept free rides if someone you know (not strangers) offers you. Don't try an adventure if you have a deadline to meet, trust me, the stress is not worth it.ü

SONA Boom!

bukas walang pasok. hindi dahil sa SONA bukas, kundi dahil sa bagyo. Wow, bagyo na naman. Hindi ba nila kaya maghintay ng kahit ilang buwan lang may bago na ulit. At, take note, mga 10pm na kumalat ang tsismis na walang pasok. Bakit kaya kapag na-announce na na walang pasok kinabukasan, biglang humihinto ang ulan at humihina na ang bagyo? Nakakapagtaka noh? Oh baka ako lang nag-iisip ng ganun. Sa kabilang dako, yung mga blockmates ko sa conference ay nagwawala. Puro na lang mura. Pero masaya pa sila nun ah. Kakaiba na talaga. Magso-SONA lang bukas si president, at prelims ng kaibigan ko, parang ang gulo na naman ng mundo. Pati dito sa amin, nagkakagulo kung anong dvd ang papanuorin at kung anong tinapay ang kakainin. Pati blockmates ko pinag-uusapan pagkakandidato nila bilang block representative. Pulitika na naman. Kesyo marami raw ang hindi bumoboto at puro abstain. Baka manalo pa raw ang abstain kung nagkataon. Hala, ano naman pakelam ko sa ganyan. Boring ang entry ko ngayon, masyadong maraming distraction, haha.ü

MORAL: Vote wisely, vote positively, vote for me.

Grand Questor's Night

bangis, encampment.. masaya kahit nkakapagod though kahapon sabog ako, kakahiya sa mentos ko, ay mentor ko pla.. tpos nung ndi pa cnuli ung flashlight ko, parang gumuho ung isang pader sa bahay namin kasi ndi ko pa po un nahahawakan for ilang seconds tpos nawalay pa po xa sken ng ganun katagal... pero, nabalik din!! MWahahaha!!! take note, nalaman narin ng mundo na marunong ako magluto ng itlog at hotdog.. it's an achievement.. hay, basta maraming nangyri, edit ko nlng next tym.. haha.. my nagparamdam pa..!! gudthing ndi samin kundi nabuang c ellaine nun!! MORAL: Totoo ang chismis na may multo sa old ruby room!! What you hear is the same as to see is to believe or uhmm, pag tumayo ang balahibo mo, natatae ka or my nararamdaman kang iba...

Hair Don't sa Prom

prom kagabi, haha, sakitan ng paa.. ang hirap ng buhay.. mag-aayos ka ng venue tpos ndi ka pa nkatulog pra sa prom mamaya.. ang dami mo pang nakita sa salon.. basta nkakapagod pero masaya.. sobrang pagod ndi ko na ma type ung mga detalye.. MORAL: pangit mxdong straight at madulas na buhok..

Picture-taking at Si Boy Abunda

Ung picture namin nasa friendster, well nwei, itong araw na ito ay dedicated pra sa picture-taking. Tpos nung nagkitakita kami dun sa business establishment ni Henry Sy, natapakan ng isa naming kasama si Boy Abunda.. Sumimangot si Boy Abunda, pero tawa lang kami ng tawa... Karton lang naman si Boy eh.. Now you're, HOMEBOY!! well tpos un, ang hirap magparecopy.. ang daming ginagawa at binabayaran.. tpos 30 pesos pa siningil sa amin ng hinayupak na tricycle driver.. ayun, basta, napapagod na ako.. next time nalang ulet.. MORAL: Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.. Haha, may tama ung gumawa ng sikat na kataga na yun..ü