Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Mad Stereotyper

Let it be known that I am a mad stereotyper. These are some of the things I would subconsciously prefer when making decisions...Mostly, stereotypes are just about feelings.Well, let's put it to the test.

Stereotype home: The kind of place which gives a cozy feel..SPACIOUS...Adorned with a contemporary theme...A house that can project a blessed and prayerful environment.

Stereotype car: A simple ISUZU Crosswind. Or something better but structured like it.

Stereotype shirts: Red, white or black shirts with abstract or intricate designs. Or those with catchy, whimsical or downright humorous quotes.

Stereotype stereotype: The stereotype that displays my uniqueness to the maximum level, but falls way short of discrimination.

Stereotype friends: HELL NO! Invalid category!!I'm civil to everyone, friendly to almost everyone, hostile to those who start it first.

Stereotype weather: The kind of sun that makes your mind feel like a well-oiled engine just raring to go....

Stereotype music: Combined melodies and lyrics whose feel and message I totally agree with.

Stereotype job: A position of power wherein I can feel the worth of all the hipponess in high school and college. I don't want to be a shrew, however. I want a job wherein I can spread the love around(I can't believe I just said that)

Stereotype gadgets: The best or close to the best.

HERE IT GOES...

Stereotype girl(physical): Priti...LONG HAIR--I have an unkillable thing for that...A half-head shorter than me....Hygienous(is there a word?)...Very huggable...moist doe-eyed eyes...Dresses from her SOUL.

Stereotype girl(..........):Intelligent enough to know what "juxtaposition" and "concatenate" mean--KIDDING! Just intelligent enough to know how to pronounce "ambiguity" and knows just the estimated number of the world's population to the nearest billion. Excellent music taste. Versatile outlook on life. The girl who can know how much I f**kin" love her and who will love me for that. The one who can see the hurt in my eyes no more than I can see the hurt in hers. Oh, and the girl wo knows how to make pizza..If not, well, that's OKAY.


That's just about it.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

How,Why,What Next






My first blog!Well,what would be an appropriate topic to start things right?Well........Of the many topics that run through my beautiful brain everyday, I'll pick the one that I'm always so vocal about in school and which I'm so OC about....The TSC! (No, not that literature series I'm writing which also has the same name..TSC refers to the new idealogy I have these days whose origin I will try to speculate in this blog)


So, how did I come up with my seemingly inexhaustible supply of pure quality willpower and my new notion of thinking that has changed so much more than I ever expected?



2nd year was a painful year for me. The Hellhounds suffered a tragic schism early on as someone whom I thought would stick all the crap out with us till the glorious end left the group...And so, did I put the thoughts of her aside and strive to be a better person?HELL NO!! I deteriorated inwardly as faster than you can say "Hounds Of Hell..." i was a certifed LOSER--and not even the humorous witticism of Sunny Tan, the success of the Nanawatai play or my debauched birthday bash could make me forget that thought..I always knew back then I was being a LOSER, but then didn't have any MOTIVATION to do anything about it...



When I think about it now, I can't believe how "colorful" the last year has been. I got a severe case of the hickies, I cut myself like a certified emo, played hookey extensively for even minor subjects such as RS and Filipino. What else?Oh yeah! I freakin' FAILED calculus!!!It's a wonder I didn't go along with my other classmates who fell victim to the Shifting Crisis during the sem break...






And now to the second semester..Fresh new start, right?New section to be with right? Big opportunity to get to know the girl who makes my cardiovascular system awry better,right? Here it goes again:HELL NO!!! Academically, well I did good---only in Calculus that is. For the rest of my glorious subjects, I was as serious about them as a hippo agreeing to go on a date with an anaconda. I simply couldn't care less...




Here is the part were it starts to sound emo, but this is just to communicate the facts as clearly as possible. I felt back then that I wasn't as significant to others as I had been in the past....I felt that I had wasted an awfully large amount of time, that I had wasted all my opportunities to prove myself to her(which is true), I felt that I wasn't exercising my intellectual prowess to the maximum(Hell, i'm not even sure if I used it at all)...I knew that I was in the nadir of my college life, and it was all caused by me...And not even Hahmoudi's song at Jomabo, the wild night of Monika's debut or the FARM sessions could make me forget that...






Finally, i had to fall. It just had to happen. A pretty bad fall, at that. And it happened at the end ofthe long and disappointing year---during the PE camp....Well, this girl gave me a message--through our mutual friends--that she doesn't want anything to have to do with me...So there...Yup, it hurt like hell(ego and stubborn pride can only take so much), but it wasn't the same old hurt....It was something different....And at that moment all the crap I had done throughout the year reverbated through my brain like a typhoon...It was a sick feeling---sort of like the feeling you get when---Hell,even now I can't describe it properly....
And so, unknown to me at that time...The TSC had started...But more will be revealed in the second part of this rant, synopsis, soliloquy or whatever you may call it...Sorry guys, it's a really busy week...
But be sure to catch the continuation of this blog...I haven't even got to the kernel of my story yet...
Goodbye-or as good as it gets...
(posting process initiated)