take a tour inside my mind.
Last night was pretty much a demonstration of how one can ineptly manage one's time. I was prepared to sleep at around eleven but Bebe Joseph asked me to look for the format of the resume La Salle prefers.
Anyway, to make the story short, I ended up looking for the one resembling the said format the most at around 1230. And I was able to sleep at 3am, because just like how I fondly put it, natalo ako ng internet.
Eto na, since it seems like I can't successfully make anything I kwento short. I woke up at 4pm because I haven't had lunch. It felt like Uptown Girls, and I liked it.
This entry is a combination of a compensation for the kwentos I have already started here, and the latest chikas I just have to tell.
1. Ms. Minchin, you will have to wait.
Exactly fifteen days ago, as I have said, I went to have my eyes checked. The doctor is a nice one, he is the typical father figure. He even asked me, upon learning what I do, whether I also plan to enter politics, and to quote him, "sumama sa gulo" to which I answered in the affirmative.
He went on checking my eyes, and true enough, it turned out that I really have become nearsighted. It's just that right now my grado's still low, and there's minute difference in the good that I'll get if I start wearing glasses and if I won't for the mean time. But damn, it's near.
2. The thing is, Darling, I didn't ASK to be born.
My reaction to the forum that was held in school that had for its guests Congressmen representing both the administration and the opposition.
As I said in my supposed to be entry regarding that event:
I'm tired. At least of everyday news. By everyday news I mean discussions for the administration that I hear in school, and chikas against the administration almost automatically after getting settled in the car. I told Mom about that Thursday afternoon, that maybe it'd be better if she'd talk to my friends about her qualms about the present situation rather than transfer to me all her hinanaings. It's unfair, I told her, because I couldn't decide for my own self what my stand is. I feel like the Indio who just can't have her own mind. Because she's not fully informed, yes, but also, because everyday for the past two weeks or so she hears a lot of things from both sides [with unforgiving followers, I may add] and yet, she just can't get the time to think on her own.
I've become unsure whether I should be where I am right now. The people in school think the way middle-class people think, or is it I think the way the masa thinks? They all seem to side with the little woman. Or at least, the rule of law. I'm not saying I'm all for rallies of the opposition, believe me, if this were a perfect world, I'd advocate till my last breath [eew. Cheesy. And it rhymes too.] the upholding of the Constitution.
It was a privilege, being able to see them in the flesh. It's exciting to realize that you're in the middle of it all. And being beside a friend of mine who's clearly an upholder of the Constitution doesn't make it any less interesting.
Well, that wasn't surprising at all. My friends in school have become very vocal about their positions regarding the situation in the country, that's why there hardly was any need to discuss about whether to attend the said forum or not. Heck, even my Mom and sister wanted to go see it.
My people[L-R]:Eunice, Moi, Shemyl, Hazel, Mel, Francis, Jayvee
Ok, the forum. Quite a number of interesting points [i.e., points I agree on-I'm not a total oppositionist, you know.] from both sides. But what I remember was, both sides' positions aren't perfect, parating may kulang, parating may mali. Like, the opposition is not united enough to bring the babaeng ganid down, that it seems like they haven't presented a better person as her replacement, and that they always try to target the emotions of the people to achieve their goal. And the administration is very traditional, it's naivete to still believe that the impeachment process won't be manipulated by some people, and they seem to promote ignorance of morality [i.e., utak/rule of law na lng parati paiiralin].
But I bow to both sides when they asserted their belief that Concon is not the appropriate solution to the current problem [well, that's what they said before the SONA], and their agreement to a special elections [again. This is not a perfect world].
3. Groupies
It was surprising to realize that I wasn't the only one who hmm, how do I say this, admire Francis Escudero. Again, dear Bebe Joseph, pwera selos. Koko, a classmate of ours who could very well be a prof in school, after the forum, wondered what makes girls like Cis the most, kasi kahit yung ibang Congressmen aminadong Cis has groupies. Being the only person in the group who's a confessed oppositionist and Cis-aholic [eew.], I answered it in the best way that I can: there's something adorable about the way he is quiet at first, then when he speaks he's calm and collected, like he poses as the kawawa but then he hits the spot when he starts talking. And Koko thought it was because of Cis' achievements.
So, after the forum, the unexpected happened: photo-ops of the guests. My friends completed taking pictures with the administration Congressmen. Mine was accidental. Haze and I were already outside the auditorium only to realize that the others were still inside, talking to Rep. Villafuerte. One time, I was near the beadle of the class, dear Patty, when I jokingly half-screamed, with intonations I just can't describe, basta it resembled a young girl experiencing her most kinikilig moment ever: gusto kong magpapicture with Cis!
And then, Patty started pushing me towards Cis.
Thank you, Patty.
I immediately retracted my statement, clarifying that I was only joking. Patty can't hear me at that time because she was already calling Jaye, a classmate of mine whose husband is also a Congressman, and actually, a friend of Cis'. When I pretty much was crying because of hiya, Patty brought me in the corner of the room and whispered, sige na, Yves, makisama ka na, gusto ko lang magpapicture with Cis, wala lang akong kasama.
Hence, the picture. Cis for President .=p
He only called me Ma'am. Jaye [the girl in white] probably forgot my name that's why she wasn't able to properly introduce me to Cis. And I was shy ever. Hehe. O well. At least may picture. =p
And yes, just like what I've mentioned earlier, it was shown on TV. Fast lang, part of the news. I was laughing, kasi naman parating kuha nang kuha it hurts the eye na.
4. Sweet Muymuy
Fafa Joseph can't go visit me tomorrow. =c He has to go Subic because his cousin who's visiting has never been there. Anyway, in a way, it's better na rin, at least he can visit next week.
Wala lang. The last time he was here, he was so yummy. I thought to myself, "yun ba Bebe ko? Kanin na lang kulang ha."
Didn't get it? Hehe. Watch Judy Ann's "Till There Was You", although I can't believe I just suggested such.
5. I'm getting visuals.
Tuesday this week. Shemyl was called in Crim, she was supposed to recite the first ten of Article 14. She is one of those who don't memorize for the heck of it, she'd rather understand the concept than learn the words half-heartedly. So in the middle of her recit, I think she was struggling to remember the next provision, she looking on the ground. I was sitting in front of her, my book strategically placed in the pages corresponding to the said article, when the prof told her not to look at my book, when I don't think she really was. Upon making me close my book he said something like, "si Ms. Dalisay, dalisay na dalisay pa naman yan" to which the class started to respond with a shameful "yeeeee". Some people actually claimed that the prof blushed. And that I'm sure to pass that class.
Geez. Thanks, blockmates. Now I'm getting visuals.
6. Marshall Mi Amor
The group's topic for Philo was about John Marshall. It was fun doing that report, galit kasi people ko sa pictures eh. It was also worth it, seeing that the Prof laughed upon knowing that we in a way dedicated a song for CJ Marshall, thus the title. We were also the first group to suck up on the Prof. Even if the clapping and amusement of the class was practically offset by the Prof's clarifications, hmm, it was worth it.
Oh, yes, while doing the report, we tried to watch GMA's SONA. Loved the "recycled" gown, got frustrated with the generic speech. The little apathetic girl was very busy counting the number of times the audience applaud and gave her a standing ovation. Unfortunately, though, I can't remember anymore the results.
7. A Glimpse of the other side
I was part of two incidents wherein I was able to see for myself the way guys think about certain matters.
First, at Mango. Last Friday, Haze, Shem and I went there to just look around, but ended up buying stuff. Don't worry, I'm still a tiangge baby, I only bought a white little bag worth 300 bucks. Mango for me is pretty much like smoking, you just burn your money. I was disappointed by it. Yes, its ambiance reminds me of New York and SATC, but it has a very limited selection of worth-it buys. Most of it I can get in a much cheaper price. Anyway, the second time we went there, Jayvee and Francis went with us [because they had nowhere to go and that they're supposed to be our "chaperons"], and their opinions about stuff there were interesting, it reminded me of Legally Blonde, wherein Elle asked her Ex as to what shoes she's wearing ["Ahm, black?"] because she has a hunch that the prosecutor's witness was gay. Like the racerback shirt to which they referred to as sando, tube tops which they thought were headbands, and Jayvee's remark that assuming he's our father, he'd direct us to the part of the store that offers clothes with the most tela. Again, a disclaimer. Sometimes one has gotta suck in grammar.
Second, the incident which Eunice called Maganda 101. Yesterday we saw one of our Persons classmates whom we suspect the Prof likes. I commented that I can't see the reason why she likes him, and further commented that I understand her fondness for another classmate of ours, because that other classmate is cute naman talaga. I immediately clarified that it's not like he's my type [just like how Mel calls it], I just acknowledge the fact that he's cute, since I know that my friends take pretty much everything I say seriously.
Another classmate of ours, Anton, was with us, and expressed his confusion of my statement. He can't understand the logic behind finding somebody attractive and not liking that person. The girls around him [i.e., friends, blockmates] immediately explained my answer. How fun it is to discuss the littlest things.
8. The battle for "oo-supladita-ako" stilettos
Sale sa Glorietta yesterday! O well, it's sale anywhere I think, being the end of the month. Anyway, I was able to buy, almost impulsively, a new pair of shoes. And kick-ass ones, at that.
Janylin was such a small store, and yet last night one can't move inside. Sobrang puno ng tao, puno ng mga babae more accurately. The atmosphere inside wasn't as intense as that one described in Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, wherein in a sale of designer stuff, the girls were actually fighting over the fur coats and bags. Even if that's the situation my crazy self still went inside, and tried to look around, and voila! I found my perfect pair of beige stilettos. Got it at 500 e, assuming it's 20% off, I think it's nevertheless a steal. Too bad I'm so kuripot I don't want to send a picture of it here. =p
Bebe Joseph is really my boyfriend. Upon knowing that I've once again indulged with my shopaholic tendencies, he asked me whether I'd be able to use it for school. My little sweetness, he does know me. *sighs, and blushes*
9. Pixie and my Bebe boy
Pixie, his new dog. She's a little fairy who's just 2months old I think. He said his Mom delegated to me the duty of finding the perfect name for the Elle Woods' Bruiser lookalike. Is that a good sign, or does his Mom think I'm as bakla as Pixie? Hmmm. Anyway, I asked him if we could trade. I get Pixie and he gets not Chichi, but Rav. =p
That dear baby. He asked me whether I went to Glorietta last night just to buy a gift for his upcoming birthday. But he just doesn't know I still have no idea what to give him.
Well, now he does.=)
Now I understand. It's really hard doing a comprehensive compensation of one's kwentos. Tsk tsk. As my now-favorite line goes, o well.=)
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