ORGPRES and Other Matters

OrgPres THREEpeat.

Original Philippine Music (remember mga kababayan ko, and my spaghetting pababa?)
Fairy Tale (who will forget Marina and Kampanerang Kuba?)
Hollywood Blockbuster (i wonder if now it'll be carved in our minds forever)

Whatever theme they choose to have, we are the team who will always be glad.

Pinilit mag-rhyme.

Galing ng UP ABAM now with UP JFA!

Three years, kaya mo yon? Sorry. Kami lang may kaya non.

I feel so touched and so proud of our applicants, other juniors, and my fellow seniors who all really gave their best shots. So proud of Oskie, who experienced utmost pressure from me and my co-officers. I must admit that i envy his patience. Wish i could have those, one of these days. So proud of you too Buddy Suzie!

I should say, my hurtful words (mga galit mode) helped in the success (Quoting ABAM juniors). It was all worth it. I just hope i still have their respect and that no one talks evil words behind my back.

Unfortunately, only hoping that it would always be the case is my only alas. I can do nothing but hope that all my ill-mindedness (is there such a word? i guess that best describes me) will soon bring success.

Feasib is now in progress. I am thinking that i should i thank my very (insert the worst adjective of bad that you can think of) attitude. Forgive me but i think that if i hadn't done that, i, he and we wouldn't have learned our lesson.

On the other hand, they say that all good things always happen along with bad occasions. I'm afraid, that bad occasion i am referring to translates to me losing a friend.

I have no regrets though. He's done bad, i've done bad (probably worse) and now we're even.

If you can just imagine how affected i was.

Anyway, 99 days before CHRISTMAS!

Ako... Ang Nag-iisang... Dimonyo

Talo ko si Anne Curtis sa pagiging nag-iisang dyosahhh...

Ako ang nag-iisang dimonyo.
...ako lang ang masama
...ako lang ang masakit magsalita
...ako lang ang ill-tempered
...ako lang ang insensitive
...ako lang ang selfish
...ako lang ang nagmamay-ari ng lahat ng masamang adjective

Pero natutunan ko sa Batman: The Dark Knight, lahat ng masamang tao, may pinanggalingan ang pagiging masama. May malalim na dahilan.

Mabuti pa nga ako, hindi ako pumapatay, damdamin lang ang sinasaktan ng mga matatalim kong salita.

Pero kagaya ni Joker, nasaktan lang din ako. Nasaktan ako sa ginawa mo. Ginago mo ako eh. Naghirap ako. Nagpuyat. Pinilit matapos ang dapat na matapos sa pag-asang makakapasa tayo ng maaga. Pero ano ginawa mo? Ano ginawa nyo? Read: PINAASA NYO LANG AKO.

Hindi ako perfectionist, o O.C., o aspiring for uno. Pero hindi rin ako tanga kaya wag mo akong gawing tanga.

Ang sakit nung ginawa mo. Alam mo bang napaiyak mo ako? Sa tanda kong ito, umiyak ako dahil sa school project. Gago ka kasi. Gago. Bibigyan mo ako ng output na mukhang tatlong oras mo lang ginawa (o mas konti pa). O sige, sabihin na nating pinaghirapan mo iyon, pero nasaan? SABIHIN MO. IPAKITA MO YANG SINASABI MO. WALA AKONG MAKITA. WALA KAMING MAKITA sa sinasabi mong pinaghirapan mo. (reasonable naman siguro ako, hindi lang naman ako ang hindi nakakita eh)

Pakiramdam ko talaga ngayon, nag-iisa ako. Ako lang ang masama. Ako lang ang masakit mag-salita.

Hindi naman ako magsasalita ng pangit kung hindi pangit ang ginagawa mo. At lalo na kung hindi ko pinagpuyatan at pinilit matapos ang ginawa ko.

Sa mga susunod na groupings, kung ayaw nyong maranasan itong nararanasan nya, wag na kayong makipag group sa akin. Hindi na ako magugulat kung next sem, para na akong si ***e* o kaya si ***d*** na wala agad kumuhang group mate.

Eto lang naman ang mga kasalanan ko:
1. Mabilis akong magalit sa tamad na groupmate (ang magnanakaw, galit sa kapwa magnanakaw)
2. Tamad ako. But i make sure i submit whatever output is expected of me, in a very timely manner. Tanungin nyo pa sina C****.
3. Mahilig akong maglider lideran. Pero wala pa naman akong narinig na reklamo about that. (So if you're one of those, c'mon tell me.)
4. Bossy ako. (Talaga?) Minsan lang naman yata. Kasi minsan, out of this world naman ako sa mga meetings eh. O kaya nakikipag chismisan lang.
5. Hindi ako nag-aaspire na maging best group. Tama na sa akin yung "ok lang".

To you,

Masakit akong magsalita? Yung ginawa mo, hindi masakit? Ah... Ako pa ngayon ang sensitive. Kung masakit akong magsalita, wag ka na magpakita sa akin. Hindi na rin ako makikipagkita o makikipagusap sayo. (TO ALL:) Hindi ako tumatanggap ng sorry. Lalo na sayo. Too late to apologize. Madaming beses na kitang pinagbigyan. Pinupuri pa nga kita kapag maganda trabaho mo.

From me.


Wag mo nang tangkaing basahin ito. Baka masaktan ka lang.

GOODLUCK ABAM AND JFA SA ORGPRES MAMAYA!

By the way, nabalitaan ko, may constraint na namang nangyari ah. Tsk tsk. Kayo talaga, hindi masyado nag iingat. Hay. Pag natalo tayo, sigurado, galit ako. Pwedeng sa inyo. Pwedeng sa ibang orgs. O pwede rin namang sa judges.

Maiba ako, aba hindi ko napapansin,

100 days na lang Christmas na! 77 days na lang, veinte anyos na ako!

in about 7 months...

I will be a full-pledged UP graduate!

grabbed from Jam (Jam, Miggy, Nica, Me)

Excited na akong grumaduate.

Sana matapos na feasib, orgpres, itong sem na to, at yung 2nd sem.

Haay.

Moments of Silence

Despite other people’s notion (myself included pala), I actually get pleasure from moments of silence. Moments where I can actually talk to myself, hear the thoughts (inside my mind), rejuvenate, and think about things (that may seem worthless but are actually invigorating), give me the comfort and weird personal satisfaction.

Due to these moments, I have come up with some thoughts that I believe to be worthy of sharing.

1. My legs are aching like argh!

Fuck that practical exam in Consumer Behavior. Fuck the thought that we had to “stalk” a member of our target market. Fuck these target markets who made us walk from 5th floor down to the 1st, and climb up again, not knowing if they knew we were following them. Fuck that maghapon lakad all around Shang EDSA (from 11 am to near 5 pm) Fuck. Ang sakit sakit ng paa ko!

As I’ve told my groupmates, I never ever really enjoyed shopping. I hate my mom, my sister, girl relatives, girlfiends (with and without space) for making me walk to and fro these stores! I hate it when they fit and check and touch and compare and talk about buying or wearing or having all these damn merchandise. I really hate it why they seem not to have the guts to know what they like. On second thought, what they will buy.

I hate my legs. It’s always like these whenever I am walking that much especially when inside a mall I’ve always been like these whenever I’m with a girl buddy. Today, however, was different. We were not shopping – we were stalking. Fuck.

2. Grad Pic on Monday

I really wonder what I would look like. I wish it won’t be bad. No not bad, I mean it should be good. Really good. Something I could brag to all the people who could see.

On the other hand, I am currently feeling bad about my creative shot. Am I really overly pretentious? Fuck. I wish I could think of some other concept even this late. I regret signing up for a creative shot. I should have picked the other package (without creative shot). That way, I could save money, free myself from thinking of a concept, and keep myself away from the thought of looking bad.

3. I’m not sure if Feasib and/or Orgpres excite me.

Sept 16 OrgPres

We are really in a grave danger. We only have nothing but concept. No practice, just meetings. No polishing, just steps. Ah. Go for threepeat. JPIA, JMA, CE, wag nyo masyado galingan.

Sept 19 Feasib deadline

This and next week will be our Financial study week, which means, my hell week. I want an inspiration, gazillion confidence, and huge amounts of will and determination to finish a thorough financial study for our group. I know I can do this. I just have to cram.

4. I am …
thinking about my 173 individual paper
wanting to do my Spanish assignment
worrying about my things that I will bring home to Cavite on Monday
wondering what my Mom and Dad are thinking about my “not-going-home” this weekend
excited about what’s gonna happen to UP’s cheerdance tomorrow
wishing that we’ll push through with our 168 tomorrow
going crazy
wanting to sleep
craving to cut my legs (still aching sooo badly, or so it thought)

… ending this post.

Night fellas!