Ranting Off

warning: in-abandon ranting lies ahead. dont read if you dont feel like being irritated by my negativity. i have no intention of making this entry an entertaining one. so go ahead, click the exit button. and leave me alone.

this day is such a pain in the ass because of cwts.

actually today is one of those days when you find fault on everything, even the ones that would normally pass by you without iliciting any damage.

cw10 would have been my favorite class now if not for self-righteous classmates who thinks they have the best standards to dump a neophyte's article. i have this classmate who chooses to assume a lot of things for a vaguely constructed story, and argues his point to be necessary. hello? you don't get a story once it fails to pin point a conflict! and a story which is written like some descriptive essay without adrenaline pump and as i said, void of conflict, doesn't tell the readers to go figure. and i wont figure, when more than half of the story was unwritten, and was supposed to be imagined than read.

there can only be one interpretation for a story. i think prof said that.

and the story should have conflict for it to be a story. otherwise it's nothing but a waste of words.

then i have this other classmate (gladys) who, as time passes by, becomes a chatterbox of senseless, redundant, and misleading ideas by connecting stories to songs, or other stupid correlations to the other arts.

naiinis lang ako, when she said that the story under criticque didn't work out for her because the writer wrote in a style that's "unusual and different." well let me tell you, the descriptive ways the writer used to characterize the point-of-view-character is called imagery, and imagery had been there since time immemorial, even before the numerous authors you mentioned in class. so again i send to the cosmos a bright idea of mine: "make sense on whatever you're saying, review your rubrix, and shut the fuck up."

erg.

french was the only salvation i got today. it never failed to amaze me... the french language.

then dreaded cwts. i so abhorred comunity aid. especially the people around me. slave-driving authority, peers whose mouths never failed to mention love and the cliche stories that accompany it, and street children with no manners and values - though it's not their fault actually, not having manners at all. their parents should be blamed for the ignorance of their children, for the poverty that stunted them, for the rude ways of their brood.

i hate my co-volunteers. maelyn is a whiny general-info-ignoramus who fickle-mindedly thinks im masungit all the time. i dunno if she does it on purpose - not knowing simple things, but i dont care and im pissed off having to be in the company of such a whiner. "eh hindi ko alam yun eh," "eh i dont know it kase," "sorry po," "sorry po," sorry..."

fuckar.

and she always thinks im mad or something when actually, im feeling indifferent. she's used to assume things for me, that what she said today really got her into my nerves.

"alam mo kimoy, magpaalam ka na at umalis ka na kung mainit ang ulo mo..."

whatda? who gave you the permission to drive me away? and have you misunderstood what i said? "im just hungry..." is there anything highfalutin in my words that you missed my meaning, or are you just a dimwit not know the difference between hungry and mad?

please. dont play coy. your faux-naivette is not adorable.

then there's this maniacal co-vol who never fails to have a grab a part of my skin and feel the sinews of the man that was not there. tin, after you left, i spent the rest of cwts beside maniac-bang-bang, trying to ward off the tiny possibilites to small talk about love. eh puta, im not a counselor for petty pathetic things! dont she realize that her hints on the thing that beset her is beginning to piss me off?

i dont think it's fun anymore. as time passes by, beng is beginning to act like this girl i knew from freshman year. the tauntings, the being touchy, the small talks... i will not be surprised if i would hate beng as much as i hated a hormonal deranged opportunist named kate morcilla.

i hate tuesdays. i abhor cleaning because first, im not good at it, and second, i dont like organizing the things my co-volunteers spent no time messing up. good thing pie was there, if she wasn't, i would have left learning links in total disarray.

which reminds me another thing why i hate tuesdays... ATE JULIE.

such a slave-driver.

and she actually has the guts to tell some other person that i should be given hard tasks because i always did everything in a rush. well fyi, little miss know-all, it is not my purpose to rush whatever im doing. it just so happens that i finish your assignments in so little time because i dont waste time talking about nonsense talks of love. i dont engange much in conversation with people because i put the work first before anything else. and now you're thinking im rushing my work... that's one lame misunderstanding a teacher will ever have. and dont you just realize how prolific i am? i am able to work on three different curricula in a single meeting because my drive is to finish my work first before i talk to the shallow-minded people surrounding me...

except for tin of course. every cwts, i am cheered by the fact that at least one person inside the room knows the workings of my mind. i cant imagine cwts without tin around.

i'll mark my next tuesday as "doom's day, the day when i will battle the odds with a maniac, a whiner, a slave-driver, and a whole bunch of loud senseless self-righteous posers."

i apologize to these people i have erred. there are just some instances when you have to know your limits and your faults... and be reminded that in a world dominated by the plethora of views not bound in one single philosophy, you cannot please everyone.

to whoever who still read this despite my warning above, im sorry if i offended you, im sorry if i sounded too annoying for ranting like this. im just pissed off, and at the moment, i dont care if you think im such a menopausal complainer. dont even try to think so...

dont get me started.

-ranting-