There is no Gold at the end of the Rainbow


I’ve been at breaking point for the past two weeks. Around eight days ago, I called Ateneo de Manila University to see if my application for transferee was granted. I woke up as early as I could, because I knew that there would be a long line of people trying to get in touch with their admissions office. I redialed and redialed. They picked up the phone.

“May I please know the status of transferee for [insert name here], please?”
“Please hold, sir.”
“Okay.”
A few seconds pass
“Hello, sir?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“I’m sorry, you were not accepted.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Thank you for calling, sir.”
“Thank you.” I put the phone down.

I sat quietly for a couple of minutes, staring at the phone. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The only thing that was going through my head was, how could this happen? I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t accepted. It caught me so much in disbelief that I actually sat in silence. Continue reading “There is no Gold at the end of the Rainbow”

Our Hierarchy of Human Stress

I had an insightful conversation with a friend some time ago about how stupid high-schoolers act when they get “stressed”. We compared our stress to that of theirs and it was obvious that these high-schoolers are overreacting. Our conversation/chat went like:

me: I really don’t like hell week, makes me think how lucky HS students are..

friend: i know! and it annoys me to death how they complain that theyre gonna die due to stress

me: IKR? 8-| They’re like “OMG dance namin hindi pa tapos /wrist” (our dance isn’t done yet) At least they have a dance..

friend: ROFL!!! and like, “OMG THESIS PAPER. GONNA DIIIEE /wrist” and i’m like, whadibuurrr. 8-|

Yeah.. that was the distressed conversation between two university students. After our chat, I realized that there was a pattern of stress and complaints amongst the various age groups.

During pre-school we really didn’t care much about anything so we would do whatever we wanted to do and our parents paid much attention to us. During our grade school days our stress would increase. We’d get home-works, projects, tests and etc. I remember looking back at my kindergarten and pre-school years (I remember my pre-school years, somewhat) and I loved the idea of just running around and finger-painting on every wall on every corner of the room. The sense of freedom but with some minor disciplining. But that freedom was only limited around our parents, beyond that, we were suppressed; same goes for grade school (in my account anyway).  After grade school, we’d graduate into high-school and our stress would increase much, much more. The added pressure of getting into a good college and making our parents proud was very much the whole thing. Continue reading “Our Hierarchy of Human Stress”

I hate poor people (part 1)

There is a significant amount of the impoverished on the streets of Manila. And in the 10+ years of living here, I’ve come to notice these annoying aspects of the poor. Hopefully I can remember what they were (this blog entry was supposed to be composed over a month ago :)) )

So here are some of them

They have the guts to discriminate against the middle class and above.

I don’t understand why these people hate people who have money. Yeah sure, call it jealousy or whatever you wanna sugarcoat it with, in the end it’s damn stupid. You think Henry Sy was born into a rich family? No! He had to work hard to get his ass off the curb and into a velvet chair. He didn’t pray to God, he didn’t put his luck on lottery, he didn’t depend on charity. He worked. Now these poor people who haven’t even gotten any work at all go about going “Putang inang mga mayaman na yan! Ang dami dami nilang pera, tapos ginagastos lang nila sa mga kotse at alahas! Hindi nakakabusog yun! Kung ganun lang sila, edi ibigay nalang yung pera sa amin noh!” (Those rich bastards! They’ve got so much cash and Continue reading “I hate poor people (part 1)”

My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)

Throughout the course of my time, I’ve been switching from one blogging site to another. Most of them, admittedly, have more diverse functions than WordPress. But to be honest, those functions simply destroy what it means to blog and to be a blogger. And because I have too much free time before my next class (Political Science. Our professor is so hot and he’s got the voice to match it as well :P ) I’ll blog my adventures during my adolescent years; rebelling against the norms and expressing them through writing.

My first ever “blog” (as far as I can remember) was friendster.com. During its time it was the most popular site for teen angst and attention seeking egoness-ness. I was pretty young and curious so I went and made an account. It was PRETTY DAMN BORING hahaha! So I never used it since the day I first signed up for it. The idea of “giving”/posting testimonials on someone’s page was uninteresting. It was a stupid idea to make that account. I hope friendster.com closes, it’s a waste of sever space, I jest.

Years passed until I made another blog. It was during summer 2008 when I opened my multiply.com site; I was pretty happy with it. Multiply.com allowed me to mold it to anything I wanted. I could install Continue reading “My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)”

This is what happens when you slightly piss me off on my blog

This is what the fucking redneck wrote

yer such a drama queen, yknow? suing yer father is soo trying hard. next time i come upon an interesting blog name, i’ll look at the profile picture of the prson and judge them. hahaha!!!1!1

And here’s the url to it  link

And here’s the proof of the comment

Now here’s the problem you little fucking prick. How dare you judge me like you know me so well. Like you know me like the back of your hand. Just because you’ve read one blog of mine means that you know my whole entire life?! You call me a drama queen but you have no fucking idea what I’ve been through and no one knows about it ’cause I’m too ashamed to tell them what I’ve done in the past you fucking asshole. Do you even know what my father did to me and my mother? NO YOU DON’T. You obviously haven’t heard of the term “don’t judge a book by its cover” ’cause of all of your narcissistic bullshit that’s spilling out of your overgrown ego which is blocking your lost logic and reasoning, which I know you’ll never be able to get back or even develop.

You know what you are? You’re an uneducated, ignorant little pissant whose got personality issues. Yeah, you are obviously uneducated, you can’t even type a simple hate sentence right. Have you ever heard of capital letters? A sentence always begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a person’s name, begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a place, begins with a capital letter, proper nouns, which are SPECIAL names, begin with a capital letter. But obviously you wouldn’t know that ’cause you never paid attention in you class. I pity the breadwinners of your family, their hard work to pay for your education was just flushed down the toilet. In fact they should’ve just flushed it down, why waste it on you if they could use it to wipe their ass instead?

If you can’t find the conclusions to my premises and enthymemes, then you my little ignoramus, redneck, pissant, asswipe are no use of talking to. I wouldn’t dare have a logical argument with you. You obviously have nothing to prove to me. You now have the burden of proof. Your move.

PS. I was kind enough to remove your email an IP address in the picture above. Piss me off again and I’ll be giving your email to everyone, agreed? Good.