Entry #4

So there's a rumor of an upcoming alumni homecoming and I'm not hyped up at all. I'll definitely be hearing them brag on how assuring their lives will be as future seamen, accountants, engineers, and even fashion models. They'll brag how they already figured out Pythagorean Theorem which puzzled them back in high school. They'll brag about their new girlfriends. They'll be cocky because they are better now. And I will be like, "Hey, guys! I gained 5% weight, I wear glasses now, and I'm still a college freshman".

Liham ni Jose Rizal Para Sa Mga Kabataan

12:01 AM
December 30, 2013

Minamahal kong kabataan,

Una, huwag mong gawin 'to:

Hindi ako masaya sa kaputanginahang ito. At, oo. Nagmura nga ako. (Noong namatay si Bonifacio, ano sa tingin mo ang mga huli niyang salita? "Para sa inang bayan!" o "Putangina!")

Alam kong sa araw na ito'y magiging peymus na naman ang pangalan ko sa buong Pilipinas - dahil sa nagpabaril ako sa likod para sa kalayaan ng minamahal kong inang bayan. At ito mismo ang dahilan ng pagsulat ko sa 'yo na minsa'y binigyan ko ng responsibilidad bilang "pag-asa ng bayan". Naiisip mo pa ba 'to o busy ka sa kakaipit sa dibdib mo para magmukhang cleavage at i-post ang malanding selfie mong 'yan sa Facebook para makahakot ka ng isang bilyong likes, 766 new friend requests mula sa mga gangstang manyakis, at ang deduksyon ng respeto ng mga tao sa 'yo? May kahulugan pa ba ang pagpapabaril ko sa likod? O nagpapasalamat ka na rin at may itinayong rebulto ko sa Bagumbayan para magsilbing venue ng kalandian mo sa gabi?

Hindi ako nagpabaril sa likod para makita kang nakikipag-agawan sa isang lalaking jejemon na naka-varsity jacket mula sa pinsan mong dose anyos pa lang ay naka-labingtatlong boyfriend na. Masaya kong tinanggap ang mga balang iyon dahil alam kong ang pagkitil sa buhay ko'y makakapukaw sa inyo't maging instrumento ito sa tuwid na daan na una nang pinangako ng kasalukuyang pangulo ng Pilipinas ngunit napaka-obvious na paliko-liko ang tinatahak niyo ngayon.

Hindi ako nagpabaril sa likod para punuin mo ang newsfeed ko ng mukha mong nakanguso ang bibig na may caption na "God is love. #hatersgonnahate #iloveyouhaters". At, oo. May Facebook account ako. Private nga lang.

Hindi ako nagpabaril sa likod para murahin mo ang iyong mga magulang dahil hindi ka pinayagang makadalo sa concert ng Chicser. Ni minsa'y hindi ko minura ang mga magulang ko kahit na ayaw nila kay Josephine.

Hindi ako nagpabaril sa likod para nakawan mo ang ama mo at iwaldas ang pera kasama ang mga plastic mong kaibigan sa Starbucks at punuin mo ulit ang newsfeed ko ng mga imahe mo kasama ang isang baso ng malamig na kape na may caption na "Just Chillin' #friends #delicious #RichKid". Punyetang nagtiis ang ama mo sa pagod at winaldas mo lang kapalit ang 376 Likes sa Facebook at karagdagang tatlong followers sa Instagram.

Hindi ako nagpabaril sa likod para malamang ang mga maliliit at napaka-cute na mga mag-aaral sa elementarya ay tinira na nang hindi pa nare-regla. At bakit ang O.A. ng mga batang ito at may post pang "Distance means nothing when someone means so much" sa Facebook dahil nasa kabilang classroom ang boyfriend niyang naglalaro ng holen?

Galit ako. Hindi ako masaya. Maririnig ko na naman ulit ang mga walang kakupalang papuri sa'kin sa mga seremonya ngayong araw na 'to na sinasaad ang kadakilaang ginawa ko para sa bayan at patuloy pa rin sa pamamasura ang mga kabataang tunay na pag-asa ng bayan. May mga handaan pa kayo pagkatapos. 

Dahil sa binaril ako sa araw na ito'y mamimigay ng dalawampung lechon ang congressman sa mga supporters niya at patuloy pa rin sa pamamasura ang mga kabataang tunay na pag-asa ng bayan.

Dahil sa binaril ako sa araw na ito'y mag-aalay ng mga tula't kanta ang mga kabataan. Pagkatapos ay kukunan nila ng selfie ang sarili nila kasama ang rebulto ko na may caption na "#HappyRizalDay Ang haggard ko na dito! Nabura na ang make-up!".

IKAW, kabataan, ang binigyan ko ng responsibilidad na maging pag-asa ng bayan dahil nasa sa 'yo ang napakaraming potensyal sa hinaharap. Pakiusap, 'wag mong hayaang tuluyang maglaho ang potensyal mong ito dahil mas nanaisin mo pang magkaroon ng isang bilyong followers sa Twitter. IKAW ang pinili ko dahil hindi ka pa natatarantado ng pulitika at pagkagahaman sa pera at kapangyarihan. IKAW ang pinili ko dahil punong-puno na ako sa mga matatandang senador na mas marami pang bangayan ang nagagawa kaysa sa mga batas at mga proyektong pangkaunlaran. IKAW ang pinili ko dahil naniniwala akong bibigyan mo ng hustisya ang pagpapabaril ko sa likod. 

Utang na loob, putanginang umalis ka na d'yan sa monitor mo at ipagpatuloy ang mga nasimulan ko na. Mas madaling gumawa ng mabuti kaysa tanggapin ang mga bala ng katarantaduhan.

Just Chillin',
Jose Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonzo Realonda (Pero mas bet ko ang JP)

PS. Ito nga pala ang profile picture ko:

Entry #3

Well, I'm pretty much steady this day. That would sum it all up. Steady, and stagnant. We'll be having another quiz tomorrow for Rizal and I'm way too carefree. Last time, I got one incorrect item though I didn't know that we'll be having a quiz. I was not around when Miss B announced that. So, yeah. My fault. But, hey. I made it through. 16 out of 17? Not bad. Not bad. And I guess that same strategy will work for tomorrow - taking it all to your head five minutes before the test. Sweet. 

No, sir. I have to study. I. Have. To.

Entry #2

So, I'm tired of reading my high school batch mate's group message (GM) texts consisting of cheesy, poetic Tagalog love quotes. Goose bumps everywhere!

I couldn't help myself but laugh as I try to remember our debate earlier in Com 2. I should not call it a debate, but rather a senseless ranting, basically because I knew we haven't made good points on the topic.

By the way, have you not noticed anything different? Yes, I renovated my blog and I'm trying to complete it before Christmas break. I know I have other things to tend to, but I haven't had a single sprinkle of inspiration and motivation to make it happen. Beats me.

Oh, I'm tired already. I better condensate myself in my bedroom and linger on fictional dreams for a few hours before I find myself half awake again for tomorrow's class.

Ciao!

-DP

Entry #1

     Do you ever wonder why meek people seem more occupied of themselves and are contented with being just insignificant apparitions inside a box called classroom? Well, I don’t because I’m one of them – a misfit toy, a social outcast, an insignificant apparition inside a box called classroom.

     Maybe I was stereotyped because I wear an overly colossal backpack every Tuesday; or maybe because I have with me a plastic bag of Virginia Foods (for my shoes) on the same day; maybe because I’m thin (but not malnourished) and petite; or maybe because I read books with no explicit sexual narratives and overrated perverted authors; maybe because I’m just being me and that “me” isn’t acceptable to the mainstream bunch of fancy, socializing airheads.

     You can call me weird, geek, nerd, or a dork. But I’ll be glad if you will call me Dennis. I’ll be glad, and will consider you an enlightened bully. Yes, that’s a compliment.

     I got inside one of the boxes seven minutes late and my professor stared at me like being accused of not waking up early which I know I’m guilty of. However, he was pissed off after realizing that only half the members of the box were present. He later imposed the ten-minutes-and-the-door-will-be-fugging-locked rule. I know the politically correct time is fifteen minutes, and he was making his own rules, and it’s not right to prevent those unlucky late souls from coming in, but I just let him be. I cannot judge him basing only on this circumstance because I know I’ll be pissed off too if he will dub me as a juvenile delinquent for coming in seven minutes late just for one day.

     After a tiring ninety-minute tirade in Sociology, I hurriedly went upstairs for Filipino 2. I encouraged myself to speak the language with the Manila accent. I know it’s fancy and chic. But it is more convenient for me to speak, and smooth for them to hear. I encouraged my classmates, too. I want them to eradicate the hard accent of speaking Filipino because it is way too primitive and unconventional. I literally just sat my ass there for another ninety minutes listening to my professor lecturing paglalapi (affixes) and idyomatikong pagpapahayag (idiomatic expressions). I burst out laughing when this classmate of mine answered rather philosophically to one of the idioms:

Teacher: Ano’ng ibig sabihin ng “mabigat ang katawan”?

All: Tamad, miss.

He: Mataba, miss.

     I personally hate Tuesdays because I have to be a Kampanerong Kuba with all my P.E. stuff. I don’t have fancy plastic bags (just as what I’ve said earlier that I bring with me a Virginia Foods plastic bag) like CLN, LV, Converse, Tribal, Kashieca, Penshoppe, Bench, and other items way beyond my spending coverage. So it’s either I stuff them all up inside my backpack, or I wear them under my uniform, which, based on many experiences, is not totally comfortable.

     ReEd 2 was relieving after I knew that the whole ninety minutes will be spent for group reporting. Though I frantically hoped that our group will be saved by the magic bell, it was still smooth. So my ass went lying again for another ninety minutes with the cold burst of the A/C unit. I was half relaxed and half panicky. I only have thirty minutes to be in Basak Campus for P.E. 2 and my ReEd usually sucks another five to ten minutes after its allotted time. I hurriedly went downstairs when I met one of my P.E. 2 classmates. He requested me to accompany him on Basak, so I nodded. But I didn’t think that part of that deal is that I have to wait another ten minutes while he’s buying a book. I couldn’t have the guts to tell him that I should go because, well, I just could not.

     This day was scheduled for our Practical Exam which basically requires that we have to suck all shame to dance in front. I know myself that I could not, or I am trying hard to but it just didn’t seem right. Well, 2.0 isn’t that bad, is it? It was actually beyond my expectation.

     I almost forgot that I would like to thank and appreciate all efforts of PACUBAS for thoroughly shining the floors because I almost slipped off this morning – thrice this month. Good job, really.

     I wear glasses, too, by the way.

-DP.