The Enigma That Is Mr. _

There will always be this person who will be an enigma to you.

He and you were not classmates. He and you do not belong to the same clique. He and you do not share common interests. He and you have not really shared a conversation.

But you found yourself admiring him. Because of how he faces life with a sarcastic tongue and a brilliant mind that shocks even those who take a bath and comb their hair everyday.

My friends and I agree that this person is every inch an ideal man for any girl. But he seems unlucky when it comes to love. For chrissakes, he deserves to be loved! But how cruel the world is, for letting him be among those who love—only he does not get his love back.

He is one-of-a-kind. As I write this, I sometime wonder if I ever had a crush on him. No, you would not fall for his looks. It would be because of his brilliance, his wit, his words.

Luck is the future girl, we think, as we see him pass by, ready for the next class. His eyes never look kind.

a little too much

Just last night, Balay Kanlaon’s Auction Night was capped. It was entitled “Surivor Philippines: Kanlaon” with its famous tagline, “Who will be the last Kanlaon survivor?”, after the equally famous reality TV show from where the auction night’s title and theme was derived.

I would not have wanted to come. There were a lot of things to do and we just came home tired from the city. But as it was the one of the last auction nights that we are going to witness (kasi gagradweyt na po kami, hihi) and two of my friends have crushes among the auctionees, I decided to tag along.

Auction Nights in the UPV dorm history were never like this one. The entire production was carefully thought of and executed. All of the auctionees were thoroughly deliberated (good-looking, brains, body, etc.); it seems that the dormers of Balay Kanlaon were expecting a lot of people not only to attend, but to bid, most especially.

For one, the venue for the auction nights was always in the inner court of the dormitories. This time, they had half of the covered court transformed into the set of “Survivor Philippines”. There were torches, Aztec masks and all the “native-ness” that went along with it. The dormers of Balay Kanlaon also brought out chairs for the ones who bought VIP tickets. Lastly, the tarpaulins which were initially used as communication materials were hanged “clothesline-style”.

But that’s just some of the bright parts.

Over the years, Balay Lampirong, the other freshmen dormitory, usually got more money than Balay Kanlaon could accumulate. For one, Balay Lampirong required all of their male freshmen to be auctioned. Needless to do math, Balay Lampirong had more income than Balay Kanlaon does with only 10 auctionees.

Last year, however, the freshmen of Balay Kanlaon broke the record by banking on publicity and good-looking auctionees. If I remember correctly, the highest bidder purchased a guy for P6,000 (my 5-6 weeks worth of allowance)—the highest that have ever heard of.

This year, that record escalated even more (to think that BK only had ten auctionees). Now get this: the third auctionee, a female, was bought for P5000. And that’s just the third auctionee. The rest of the auctionees (numbers 1-8) average earnings were between P2000-6000. The last male auctionee was bought for P9000. The price of the last female auctionee: P10,400. OMFG. That’s roughly six weeks worth of college allowance or a semester’s tution fee!

I cringed at the thought of UP students becoming more and more inclined to commercialization (or overspending, for that matter)—the very thing which we are itching away from. There was one student who was a part of an organization fighting against fare increase, tuition hike and the commercialization of education. But he was there, and he bought an auctionee. It’s not that I’m meddling into his affairs or that I have a personal vendetta against him but I think that his act was kind of the opposite of what he was fighting for.

But then again, it’s his life and money. He can do whatever he wants to do with it. What saddens me is the inconsistency in his principles. But to give him the benefit of the doubt, he might be the friend of the auctionee and he was just trying to “save” her from the other bidders who might “exploit” her. I hope for his part that my second hunch is true.

I don’t know if BL’s earnings will exceed BK’s this year. I don’t know if those who bought auctionees are going to go hungry for a month or so. I don’t know if being an auctionee is an honor or a curse. But there’s one thing which really stuck with me after the event is: Didn’t the bidders think that too much money should be spent for a mere 24 hours with one person?


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A bird told me that BK earned roughly P24,000 that night ( several thousands more than what the previous auctions were able to earn)-that is if the bidders will pay. wehehe.

gravity

Recently, I have been consumed in a state of being a bee.
As busy as the animal itself.

I realized that I have become too serious, that I feel bad every time I have the chance to think about the things I should be doing and should have done. It feels so addictive and it makes me very unhappy. Like gravity.

It is eating up of my happy hormones and leaving me nothing but an empty void which I try to cover by eating and eating a lot of fast food. Too bad it does not help. It only aggravates my hunger even more.

What’s worse is that I have also been missing the little things which I normally notice when I am in this state of “living a slow-paced life”. The gravity of everything eats me up, and it is insatiable.

An All-out War Declaration Against Snotty Jeepney Drivers and Konduktors


photo taken from Google

1. Jeepney drivers and konduktors are badassing Filipino passengers but they are very nice to foreigners.

2. All tall passengers experience ‘ARAGUYSHITNAKABUNGGOULOKO’ once in their lives. I remember seeing a girl looking angrily at the jeepney’s upholstered ceiling when her head hit it while she was clambering up to get seated. When this happens to me, I laugh at myself for being too tall. Sometimes, this is a compliment, I guess.

3. Jeepney drivers who smoke do not put “No Smoking” signs in their jeepneys.

4. Jeepney drivers and konduktors who did not tie/secure their passengers’ bags properly were made to pay fines as high as P 1500. And when you are few of the lucky ones who get to ride in the same jeepney after the incident and you are carrying bags (never mind the sizes), they are going to ask you to pay exorbitant fees just so they could get back what they lost.

5. Konduktors and drivers delight at the sight of a sardine can-ish jeepney. Five minutes later when stopped by an LTO Officer, they grimace as they hand over their licenses.

6. Poor men. You pay in full but are made to give up your seats for people you do not even know.

7. If you have long legs, I would suggest sitting in front. Or suffer leg cramps because your legs are abnormally sticking out in the aisle. But if you are wearing shorts, be careful when sitting in front. Some drivers “accidentally” brush them.

8. Jeepney drivers shout at passengers who do not “haybol”. Regardless of age or state of health.

9. Jeepney drivers dish out nasty side comments to passengers who are wearing shorts but paid student fees. They never thought that UP exists.

10. When not told otherwise, jeepney drivers develop the habit of carelessly tossing bags/luggage on top of their jeepneys.

11. Some jeepney drivers and konduktors do not take passengers who fall short of going places indicated in front of their windshields. Sometimes they do, but then it rains complaints.

12. No matter how snotty drivers and konduktors are, they are in the opposite mode when there is a camera present. Or LTO Officers.

13. Jeepney drivers and konduktors turn into episodic versions of Charo Santos when they feel that they are being ‘abused’ (kulang bayad mo or gareklamo ka).

14. Almost always, they would nudge you to sit tighter together even when there is no more space to fart.

15. Jeepney drivers are guilty of blaring speakers. And they complain when they do not hear a passenger calling out for them to brake up.

16. When it rains, all your pores get 5-minute showers before the driver decides to put plastic covers.

The good thing is:

The mortal enemies of snotty jeepney drivers: properly briefed mothers.

lost in thought

These days I feel like the younger, unenlightened version of Siddharta Gautama. I have searched for answers but I do not seem to know the kind of questions to ask.

I feel like there is something lacking in everything I do, and no social networking site can give me the pleasure I need. I have searched for that something but it does not seem to know that I exist.

Ah, nagte-thesis na talaga ako.

Sir Tom, in one of our classes said, “Critical thinking begins from realizing that you are trapped in a situation which you want to get away from”. Right now, I have seen and felt the application of this quotation and it makes me feel all the more helpless.

All the books I read, the recess I’m taking, the websites I am visiting, stayed as what they were originally: panandaliang aliw. They can never take away the gravity of reality. They can try, but more often than not, they do not succeed. Sometimes, they aggravate the situation.

If the enlightenment I’m searching for were a mosquito, it might have sucked thousands of cc of blood in my body already. I’m sure it’s just right there, hiding in some dark corner. When I can finally see it, I swear I will abuse it. 

basted.

I wonder why libraries do not reciprocate my love for books.

I was beginning to form a negative impression on ASchoolI’dRatherNotName a few hours ago even before I went there. These weird vibrations came to me even when I was just sitting on the jeepney heading for Iloilo City.

Rewind.

My thesis partner and I planned on visiting this school’s library for our paper. We did the necessary formalities which were required of us—checked and double-checked the ASchoolI’dRatherNotName’s library availability—and went there as early as our lazy feet brought us. Since we arrived too late for lunchtime (12:40PM), we took photos of our weird selves first. By some crazy thingamajig, we were informed that the library will not cater to researchers until 2PM that day. Goodness, they could have informed us earlier so we would not have wasted our time waiting for them to finish their business.

A bit upset and disappointed, we headed to the Center for West Visayan Studies and decided to do our research there first. Half past two, we headed back to the ASchoolI’dRatherNotName library. I erased the remaining traces of smile in my face and showed I had this bitchy side when faced with useless rules.

The baggage counter boy, who informed us of the 2PM library availability, was not briefed properly. Clearly, there has been a misunderstanding and my thesis partner and I were in the middle of the chaos. Shit, I thought.

Good thing, their assistants were objective people. They were helpful enough to explain the rules and help us search for the books that we need. But I vowed that unless my thesis will die, I won’t visit that library again.

the break everyone is talking about

Ever since we were kids, we were taught the value of our favorite subject, Recess. Had I not decided to grow up, I would not have realized that the sole purpose of recess is to give us a break from the evil clutches of boring lessons and numbers floating in our brain.

But since the concept of Recess is equated with food and drinks, most of us refused to disrupt that idea. Even me, when I talk about Recess, I would refer to it as food break or drink break. Not the exact concept of break. Just the break itself.

A few minutes ago, Wila and I were on thesis mode. We cannot seem to come up with plausible solutions to some of the problems which kept coming back to us. So, when I went out and arrived back to see her holding a pair of black stockings while facing the mirror, I know it was time for a break—even when we were working only for an hour.

I asked her why she is in a pink plaid skirt and a gray blouse. She replied with a dismissive grunt and a half-smile, as if caught in the act. When I turned to her again, she already had a black overcoat. I sighed (like I’m totally new to it), stood up and handed her an off-white fedora. And our photo shoot started.

I made her do some poses—both compromising and not—and she happily obliged. Sadly, I cannot upload them here since it would violate some of WordPress’ rules. Hahaha! When I coaxed her to show her get-up to Bemjo and Jennie, who were a few rooms away, she had this “accomplice’s smile”. We ran back and forth, she afraid of being caught in the hullabaloo and I being tagged as a full-fledged stalker (or worst, a lesbian). Bemjo caught up with us along the hall because she was on her way to the wash area. For a brief five minutes, the upper level of Balay Madya-as was filled with maniacal laughter—the kind of break that I was not hoping to have but finally had.

I think breaks are God’s blessings—His own way of telling us that we need to stop for a moment and breathe. Breaks are the grunts between the snores, the corny jokes among the boring conversations, the sole yellow banana among the green other bananas and this blogging article in the midst of thesis writing. Breaks are a necessity in this fast-paced world. Even the witty KitKat commercials emphasize its importance.

If it were a course, I would kill to get a slot. XD

positivism

This year, aside from graduating properly and not killing an animal or its higher form, this is something I want to achieve and cultivate within myself.

I believe that a lot of good things which comes to oneself if he or she has a positive attitude—things that spring even from the negative events that normally happen. I have also been developing this attitude so I can be less worthy of going to Hell, hehehe!

It is never easy being positive. How much more staying that way for a considerable length of time? It is just like embracing a new religion. The more you stay true or faithful to it, the more tests come your way.

This year, I am embracing positivism. I know it will never be easy but I want change, and I want it for myself and I want it to effect the people around me. The best way to start it: SMILE.

experiencing Social Science 2

For the first time since my freshmen years, I entered my last class with my head bowed down. Why wouldn’t I, when I thought that I would be the only senior student to enrol there. “I want to graduate on time!” was always my reason when people would ask me why I changed subjects. I do not want to stay in (insert ‘infamous’ Soc Sci 1 teacher’s surname here)’s class. I do not want a 3.0 or 4.0. I do not want my last semester to be regrettable when I know I can do something about it.

Hence, I took the challenge to be alone in a Soc Sci 2 class under Prof. Tomasito Talledo. I am the only CMS senior there—there are two others: a Chemistry and Chemical Engineering seniors. It was fun to be the only one from your graduating class to be enrolled in a subject where you knew you would be classmates with students from other courses, and year levels.

Prof. Talledo is a delight. He talks vibrance, enjoyment and encouragement. With every word, he challenges thinking beyond the usual. I was aware that I was all smiles throughout that period. I knew I made the right decision. So, before I went back to the dormitory, I made sure I had a copy of the first set of readings he assigned us.

I suddenly missed being busy.

*I was not able to take up SocSci1, by the way. I gave it up in favor of History albeit the teacher does not reciprocate my love for the subject. XD