I was actually having a second thought if I have to write about this boy I’ve been seeing (literally) in the school for three years now…

I have no standing personal issue against this guy, it just that his excessive douchebaggery is getting on my nerves. I entertained this thought only recently though his case is already severe.

This one particular instant was something I will not pass. During one sunny day, not so long time ago, there he was sitting in the corner of the room doing his thing while the whole class including me was listening to the professor. The topic was about taxation. As the discussion went on it became more fruitful and interesting - that was upon learning the personal deductions allowable to avoid paying high taxes and how detailed and tiring  taxing could be.

In the part that our professor told us about minimum wage earners exempted from taxing, this douche seemed to revive himself from long sleep of necrosis. He protested on that very idea claiming that its unfair. From that moment, I wondered where the bloody hell his brain went. I mean that’s too obvious to answer  and responding to him will make anyone stupid. The whole world knows that since these these workers earn only minimum, it is deemed due to them to be tax exempted. Nothing would be left for them and for their families if they would be bound to pay taxes. This is when the help of government is most needed by the people suffering from such condition - i. e. not being able to have a decent life due to poverty~.

But he was unstoppable. This douchebag finally made me saddest about his existence when he addressed these workers as “leeches” of the Philippine economy. Boy, as much as I want to punch him in the face, I just murmured to one of my seatmates that their contribution in doing works that entails physical labor is enough for them to claim benefits - and  tax exemption is a form of that benefits. No economy will survive without workers.

I don’t know if I am just being grumpy or just plain unfair to him but I have the soft spot for these people -the laborers, the lowly, the weak, and the unheard. (Dramatic, te?) I have these tendency to think that one day I could be able to help them ALL. (ala superhero~) But seriously considering that the douche comes from a family of officials doesn’t still give him any tinge of legitimacy to stay those things. Thinking back of the tone of his voice full of complete arrogance, his insisting conviction of that ignorance - I still wonder how I survived the class without punching him in the face.

P.S. This is one of the reasons why I hate school and men in general.

This is so tactless for a Cherryl to say. I would definitely employ these words instead, “Lovelies, the world is no small place like how you tend to own your house. The air is bitter than it seems. The rain pours harder than you can imagine. You should act and think based on your age (and how is that, by the way?) and stop obsessing yourself with adult stuffs, it’s disheartening”.

Oh, never mind.

(via aioea)

If there’s one thing I realized today it is that I am not geared with the convincing manner of a good debater. :(

I raised sound arguments but the audience never really thinks it can hold water, maybe the problem was on my delivery because for the record, if there’s one thing I am sure about (except for my strong aversion to cheese) is my stand for the passage of the House Bill No. 1799 bitterly known as Divorce Bill. I am really fascinated with the “beauty” of this bill and I want other to see that too. But I failed. It saddens me big time.

Yet sincerely, the opposition side never elicited valid arguments. Sorry to say, but they were actually not responsive, they even used the lamest arguments I could think of, which is all based on personal assumptions. There was never a time I doubted my stand, but, what is seemingly apparent is on how good they were in making us sound so wrong. And people clapped on that. That’s really sad, man. :l

This is the reason, why I didn’t go to Arisa’s place after the debate, though of the tempting invitation for their fiesta. I am not really in the mood for anything festive. Also, this is my nth time losing to Blake. I am actually considering talking to him about this tomorrow, a one on one, maybe there are some points I am missing. 

/I am sad. :(

For couple of days, I was at war with putting language down on paper and writing my thoughts out. I always feel that trying to do so would mean witnessing my spectacular display of ding-battery. And I fear that. (Even after posting this, I still believe so) Well, anyhow, this is my blog and I have the right to say whatever I want. I am contradicting myself, am so good at being like that. Lol

Meanwhile, my schedule for this semester is a total mess. There is one day gap between days with classes but during which we are bound to crush our bones and minds with 3 major subjects (with professors not allowing to read books during classes) and 2 minors (which I’m not fond of.) and I am complaining this early because I surmised it is completely demanding yet boring. Also, almost all of the professors have presented their own ways of imposing/asking respect. Of course, I’m not buying it. 

What I am really interested in doing are anything related to my duties as a pseudofairy. Lol. Jk. But seriously despite all of that, I feel so back with my real world. This is actually all I’ve got. This is the only thing I’m good at - school. (Do agree pls) :)

The professor was discussing about our grades and our last output when her mood changed from being deliberately careful into preaching. She was giving some pieces of advice about family relationships — father & daughter in particular. And it sent me to the known dimension of weirdness and awkwardness. Then I realized she was exclusively pertaining to me when she gave me a wryly smile, leaving me thinking what ther heck did I write about my dad. I didn’t know she would take that so seriously. I must admit I added some made-up stories to “spice up” and I did not know it was a taboo like how she made it sound. Anyway I find that really silly. Lol

I only got 9/10 for not underscoring the thesis statement which contained the fabricated lies. :c

Also in that particular class I have a classmate whose brain (I bet) is removable though her looks can be very deceiving - She wears thick eyeglasses which is I believe a stereotype characteristic of a geek which she is not. She just effing reeks. She keeps on interrupting the whole class with her absurdity, asking questions even a moron with an IQ of 50 can answer. I swear! And she does it because she thinks its cute. Lol

Here are some of the instances why I resent(?) her being her.

Example: Prof: De Quiros mentioned about all of the Filipino wanting to be in America. We all have this dream of experiencing the life there. ThatGirl: No Ma’am, I dont wanna go there. Classmate: People who don’t admit that are plastics. Cherryl in her seat: You guys are mean. Of course she dont wanna go there ‘cause there’s no chance that she won’t end up being a nanny. That is futuristic!

Example: Prof: Upon reading Zafra’s first paragraph will you continue reading? Did it draw you in? The Class: Yes, Maam ThatGirl: No, Ma’am Prof: Oh? But why? ThatGirl: ….. ThatGirl: I don’t like it! Prof:  But then again why? ThatGirl: ……. Classmate: Baka trip niya lang Ma’am

I have the best theory - She didn’t understand a word. And to convince you that her condition is malignant….

While reading “Bracing the Balikbayan” by Conrado De Quiros she asked the professor if the author is a boy. Lol I bet the word apparent was never in her vocabulary of half page. Duh? Do we need to change it to Conrado Boy De Quiros for your life to become bearable? lol

AND there are a couple of months left before the semester ends, that’s approximately 16 more meetings of noticing her. And imitating kindness.

Deliberation of grades. A couple of weeks ago was the start of my very first nightmarish realization that I am not making any good in academics, anymore. My grades frigging suck. I understand that I messed up a lot with science-related shits because I have a hard timing focusing on something I can’t hardly imagine (including Mathematics) but whats baffling really is the major subjects which is usually in essay. I’m really really crappy I believe to mess up with my forte. I don’t know what to do— I suck on the things I thought I do best. And I can’t think of any justification to that.   I even got teary upon seeing my grades. Almost all of my subject grades range only from 1.75 - 2.75. And thats a real  crazy statistics for my scholarship. I don’t even know what to do or what to feel. Where is the problem coming? Is it all me?    

Note: I come from a Catholic school which highest grade possible is 4. So do figure things out.

I dyed my hair plum brown because 2011 is the current year. And I want to make sense. I just want to remember. Photo soon when the color gets more obvious, maybe. Or maybe expect none at all. I don’t know. Not yet ready for school tomorrow. I am not even ready for the year. I lied when I wished you a happy new year. I’m gonna start the 30-day challenge, I hate the Day 1. You must wait for the epic fail. And more drama.

Wow, thats nonsense, Cherryl.

I am sure your weekends full of holiday festivities! Enjoy yours as I binge on all the food in the kitchen that would likely lead to weight gain. I’ve been losing pounds since June and it wasn’t just galling but alarming at the same time. My cheekbones protrude and my waistline hasn’t been this crazy small since I was a teenager. (wished it’s a whistle-bait kind of figure).

“Mukha ka ng zombie’ng hanger!” Wow. And that freak the hell out of me.

I need to gain a substantial weight so I could have something to lose up when the classes resume (I can’t imagine myself if I’d continue losing weight).  I don’t know if I have to thank my parents for such fast metabolism. Or whuts.

Cherryl didn’t know that denouement is read as dn-mä. So when her professor asked her to spell it she wrote it this way— denuoigma. Clever. You can clap.

for heavenssssake, I don’t care!