Dear Friend,
I should have known you were trolling. Or did you? If yes, it was probably one of those times where it was a trolling-gone-wrong situation. Guess it only shows that three years is not enough for me to know you that well. But I’m glad we’re on speaking terms now.
Dear “Friend”,
You are so unfair. Why? Because you were ignoring me the whole day and I’m pretty sure it’s because of what happened last Thursday. First of all, you are unfair for treating me this way because it wasn’t my fault you felt that way. Heck, there wasn’t even a “fault” to begin with. You are pretty immature to be bitching about a small issue. So, you’re pissed because you were asking us to go with you to the amusement center but we never moved an inch, but when it was your turn to stay still, we suddenly wanted to go. PLEASE. You are a 19-year-old man (or “boy” would be more appropriate for your behavior) and yet you bitch about something so petty only little girls would fight over. Don’t be a sissy. Second, it is really unfair that you only ignore TWO of us from our group of friends. Were we the ones who said , “Let’s go to *insert amusement center name here*!” but didn’t move an inch? NO. If you’re pissed that we didn’t budge from our seats when you invited us to go, is because I had a gut feeling our attendance would be checked. WE WERE IN A DAMN SEMINAR, my “friend”. We arrived late so we had no seats, so we had no choice but to sit outside the hall. Our professor made it clear we were going to receive points from attending that freakin’ seminar. I know you already know this, but I’ll still state this for emphasis, we wrote your name in the attendance sheet after you threw a fit and went home ahead of us, which makes you eligible for the 120 points we will receive from our History class. One hundred and twenty points. You could have lost that much, “friend”. Lastly, that temper of yours, needs to be fixed. You are worse than any female suffering from menstrual cramps. I hate to count the things I’ve done for you ’cause it’s not right, but dude, there were a lot of times I got pissed off because of your temper. Yet I just looked past them, pretended that I wasn’t pissed, let it off as a joke instead, and accepted the fact that you are a human mine field capable of exploding with one wrong move. It’s a good thing we make fun of you being short-tempered and we don’t take your fits seriously. You know why? Because you are our so-called friend. Yet this one time something irrelevant happened, you treat us this way, and to think we didn’t even do anything wrong! That is why you are UNFAIR.
A piece of unsolicited advice: We know we can’t do anything about your temper… but please, make sure that when you give us a certain kind of treatment, think of how we feel everyday trying to match our mood with your temperament. Don’t act like a wuss, it doesn’t suit you.
Sincerely,
Your “Friend”
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I am part of the majority who’s going solo. I can deal with me being a loner, but I’m quite pissed at these people who talk shit about being single and make sick jokes about Valentine’s that aren’t even funny. If you don’t have a date, so what? You’ll probably end up having none for the rest of the year with your hostility towards a not-so-significant-day.
Valentine’s is what we make it, just like any other occasion or holiday. If you haven’t found someone to love you yet, then be a narcissistic bastard and make love in front of your mirror.
Dang that sounds so wrong.
I make my friends laugh whenever I’m with them. And I’m fortunate enough that our sense of humor are compatible. I think that’s why we were friends in the first place, because of our humor. We laugh at the slightest gesture from other persons that we find funny, we share the same love for the corniest jokes ever invented and when something funny arises in the midst of a moment-where-you-are-not-supposed-to-laugh, just a simple eye contact will make us explode in laughter inside our minds.
But hey I’m human too. I get sad.. frustrated.. depressed. And even though I may not show it, I get angry too.
As a self-proclaimed class clown, I feel like I have this responsibility to make my friends laugh in their down moments. But when I’m in my down moment, I can’t just make myself laugh. To be honest, I can. But it takes a lot of effort. There are also times when things are to heavy that I just have to remain silent and be less active.
That is when the “Are you okay?” questions come in. Obviously, I’m not okay. But because I have to literally MAKE the happy moments, I have to pretend to be okay. Because the mood changes if my mood changes. Ordinary moments doesn’t become special if I don’t make a fool of myself. LOL! I praise myself too much.
I wish I’d be left alone sometimes. So I could take time to reflect on myself and for me to assess my feelings. To be free from responsibilities I made for myself. To fulfill my own happiness. I forgot who said this but I heard that “The happiest people have time to reflect on themselves.” And that’s how I end this post.
K. Now I’m bored.
It’s now dawning on me that my life isn’t all about partying and having fun.
I have a cough for about a month now and I need to have a chest X-ray by tomorrow. God, I hate check-ups. That feeling that you never know what the doctor will diagnose you just kills me. And it doesn’t help that your doctor looks mean.
On the other hand, my father is sick too. He has a problem with one of his kidneys and he doesn’t want to undergo an operation because it’s expensive. See, money controls our health too. And speaking of money, I am in need of funding for my compulsory field trip which is about to happen two weeks from now. My father told me he was going to send me money for it, and upon knowing I am in need of a chest X-ray he said he was going to send money for that too. And to think it’s not even pay day yet.
My father badly needs to have a follow up check up, but he wanted me to have the check up first. Plus the school fees are also knocking on our door. I badly need a job. But with my course, a job is impossible unless I delay some subjects which will eventually delay me from graduating on time. And that is unacceptable by my standards.
Guess it’s time to set the “me” things aside for now and think of the “us”. All I can do is to make sure I study hard so my parents can gather fruits from the tree they have planted.
WOW. Wild Romance sucks. Big time.
I was looking forward to this drama because Jessica was going to be in it. And to think that it’s her acting debut on Korean television screens. First of all, the plot is just bad. It’s so shallow that I couldn’t stand watching the show for more than one and a half episode… or episodes. Whichever is grammatically correct. And another thing, I don’t know if I should be proud or insulted that they’re using Jessica as their “secret weapon” – meaning, they locked Jessica up in a box and waited ’til the moment came for them to use the right Pokémon. From that statement, you can conclude that they just used her for her popularity for being a member of the most awesome girl group in the world and not because of her acting skills. And the nerve of some people for criticizing Sica’s acting ability. I admit her seizure act wasn’t the best, and she a few unnatural gestures but overall she’s a pretty decent actress. I think. LOL
Yuri’s drama will come out this March 12 and I’m hoping it won’t be a flop like Sica’s drama. I find the plot of Fashion King interesting, which seems to be a good start. Also, Yoona’s drama will go head-to-head with Yuri’s drama after Dream High 2 ends, since they will be both airing on the same time slot. No news yet on Sooyoung’s drama.
I hope the three of them will make it up for Jessica’s noob-ish acting. Especially Yoona since she won many awards on acting.
1) What if I was born in a different country?
2) What if I was Japanese?
3) What if I was Korean?
4) What if I was Chinese?
5) What if I was European?
6) What if I was American?
7) What if I can speak fluent Spanish, French, Korean and Japanese?
8) What if I was a Kpop star?
9) What if I was an Asian superstar?
10) What if I lived during the old dynasties of China?
11) What if I was alive during the time the Egyptians built the pyramids?
12) Would I have been an Egyptian? Or one of their slaves?
13) What If I designed the Pyramids of Giza?
14) Would I be known for that feat?
15) What if I lived during the time the Philippines was just part of the land bridge that connected the super continents?
16) What if I lived during the time Bacolod City was covered with trees starting from the street across our school and beyond, just like what my professor told us?
17) And how did he know that? Was he alive during that time?
18) Is the existence of the super continents true anyway?
19) Was there really an Atlantis and Lemuria? What happened to them?
20) What if I was a dinosaur?!
21) What exactly happened to dinosaurs??
22) What happened to Amelia Earheart???
23) Who holds the stars up in the sky???
24) Is true love just once in a lifetime???
25) Did the captain of the Titanic cry??? Toniggghht! Someday we’ll know~♫ Trolling.
26) What if I meet Girls’ Generation?
27) What if I write a song for them?
28) What if a shoot their MV?
29) What if I’ll be a famous Music Video director?
30) How about a choreographer?
31) Will I be a successful architect?
32) How about I design Girls’ Generation’s dorm?
33) Will they be together as a group until I’m old enough to be an uncle fan already?
34) What if I was the president of the Philippines?
35) What if we weren’t victims of racism?
36) Would I still be a Filipino if I would be born in the next life? That is… if there is a next life.
37) If there was indeed a next life, would I live to witness the end of the world?
38) How will the world end?
39) How will the sun end?
40) What lies beyond the universe?
41) Do aliens exist?
42) Are they among us?
43) What Lies Beneath?
44) Could we have it all if we roll in the deep?
45) What if we roll over the ocean and the deep blue sea? *wooh!
46) What if… what if.
Please write your answers in a sheet of paper to be passed next meeting.
Yeah, I’m that bored. Most of the time I ask these questions when the professor is busy talking in front while the whole class is dozing off with eyes wide open. Of course, that’s not all of it. There are too many things going on inside my head that I can’t remember the rest of them. One day, when I meet our Creator, I will ask some of these questions. Right now, I’ll look for the answers…
…in my sleep.
It’s been ages since I was able to post a decent blog entry. I have drafts waiting to be finished on queue but I don’t want to touch them right now. I’m just taking time to remind you that my blog is still alive. 
I’m supposed to get ready for our UAP-SA induction but the weather outside is telling me to do it later. So I’d rather talk about my experience at the barber shop. *dim lights*
As I have mentioned, I have a formal event I need to attend today so I had my haircut yesterday. Ain’t nothing wrong with vanity, kiddo. And in my 18 years of existence, it was probably the awkward-est and bothersome-est haircut I ever had.
I’m used to having my haircut alone. After all, it isn’t really something you have to do with a companion. Besides, I pretty much eat alone, shop alone, watch movies alone… FOREVER ALONE, so visiting a barber shop alone isn’t new to me. What bothered me though, is that it was my first time to actually have other things done at my hair without “professional help”. This barber shop I visited was the same shop where I had my haircut a month ago. The last time I went there the barber told me that I could use some hair spa-ing ’cause my hair was all dry. And I’m not gonna lie, IT IS. This time around, it was a different barber cutting my hair and he said the exact same thing to me. What’s worse is that he even pointed out that I had dandruff. And he asked me if my hair had gel or wax on even if I didn’t have one! Three strikes, manong barber. I admit, I was a bit hurt, but I knew those words were true. LOL. So I decided to take his advice. Thus began my awkward hair treatment. I dunno but the fact that I was alone made me feel self conscious. I was feeling paranoid with all the passers-by outside the shop so I just pretended to meddle with my cellphone. It was also my first time under the alien helmet thing women wear in the parlor. Wearing that thing made it even awkward.
But what really bothers me is that I didn’t thank the barber who did my hair. He was talking to me all the time and I didn’t have much answers to his questions, which might have given him a wrong impression of me to begin with.. He was trying his best to give the service every customer needs… and I didn’t say “thank you”. It’s also rather disturbing that a foreigner came to the shop, had his head shaved and said “thanks” in our own language a hundred times. And a citizen of this country like me couldn’t do that. WEW. It has nothing to do with the three strikes, but I think it was the fact by the time I was going out of the shop, he was doing something. But still, I could have just said thanks, right? It’s not like he wouldn’t hear it.
So here I am. Bothered to how I made that barber feel. So, I guess I’ll have to thank him here.
Thank you, Mr. Barber for the great service and the friendly accommodation!*champagne shots*
You might ask why am I so bothered with this… It’s because I have been in Mr. Barber’s position before (No, I wasn’t a barber or a hair dresser) and I can say it’s not a nice feeling. I’ll just have to promise to remind myself to say thank you to others next time. Hehe~
