CHARITABLE INSTITUTION
PRELUDE
JUST READ one of my classmate’s text message about a couple having tuyo (super duper to the power of cup size of ruffa mae quinto salty dried fish) as their only viand for dinner.
Mrs: Ayan sa mesa. Mamili ka na lang [(viand's) on the table. just choose.]
Mr: Amp**** naman–eh tuyo lang naman andito, ah. Ano’ng pagpipilian? [wtf--it's just a guppy. Do I need to choose between a guppy and its ghost?]
Mrs: Hmp. Honey, ano’ng gusto mo–MEAL OR NO MEAL?? (Just put an allegory of Kris Aquino’s accent in Deal or No Deal)
Seizures.
I don’t know if the allegory or the pretentiously hideous-looking Kris Aquino that made this text message funny.
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SO-CALLED CHARITY
DURING OUR nostalgic highschool years, whenever the administration of our beloved Philippine Christian University Science High School - Dasmariñas (so much for bragging the prolonged name) thinks of a new capitalistic scheme of looting hundreds of bucks from us rich (ching!) students, we the katroopa-troops of Bibbo Hotbabes (kasali ako diyan) in cooperation with the Tropang ANiMé (ako rin kasali dito) and the (normal people dwell in this circle so I don’t belong here) predominantly dominating Pipz…
(notice that I really made sure you guys/readers/eavesdroppers/stalkers can NOT relate to what I was blabbing)
… made semi-yadda-yadda protests just to make sure our daily hundred peso allowance will not be wasted for Noodles, canned goods, sugar, coffee, Milo packs, gold-ticket-worth raffle tickets, more gold-ticket-worth raffle tickets, etc.
We simply agitate: “Gastos lang ‘yan!” for several hundreds of times inside various classes.
No wonder we’ve been tagged by the faculty of PCU-High as the ‘most subversive and aggressive batch of all’ in addition to the ‘only batch that has graduated with complete top 10 multi-awarded honored students (Storm signal no. 4 alert) . We argued with our Chemistry/Research teachers, lambaste pf’s, it is refers, and botter(butter)-beyter(batter)’s of our THE and MAPE wannabes, and the like. We’ve kicked out non-Bar passer teachers, disclosed teacher chismax detencies, and avoided lascivious reputations given to our previous and next batches who’ve had one plus of their alumni to have called storks in their imaginary chimneys. To think that they’ve finally said milk is very expensive.
We’re the most practical of all. We spend only a few bucks for winning pieces, group dynamics and contests, and interschool competitions.
But as backfired by the real ‘rich brattinellas’ of our campus, practicality means poverty.
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Who cares? As long as we’re not stupid.
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I just have this usual introversial outputs; more of orienting/self-orienting that being affective. Not only that I tend to seldomly disclose information about myself, my lovelife, and the rest of myself to people technically surrounding me (lucky to have you blog readers because I have no plans of eyeballing ^_^ as if you’d want to), but with my ‘resources’ as well.
We’ve been taught by our parents to be ultimately exclusive when it comes to personal belongings. As long as it is personal, do not share it. As long as it will not be adequate for the most, mind not showing it off to people. It had a differing impact. I’ve become madamot. Not selfish. Just madamot. Selfishness is vague. A different story.
I reiterated to my recent close friends/classmates not to wonder too much about my being too exclusive with my personal stuff. Yes, I also share some of my perks and tools but with the food that would only fit me, the clothes that would only apt to me, the school supplies that should not lack for me… I tend to close my cabinet.
Writing about being madamot is not worth to be proud of.
I was not madamot before. Being too compassionate to others is what I’ve inherited from my mommy. But I’m through with it after all these abominable (haha) experiences for being too ‘kind’.
I tend to spend more.
I told my previous boardmates/pubmates that they will not ever ever see my groceries inside our kitchen cabinets anymore after all those months that they have consumed 90 percent of what were supposed to be mine. They turned aloof to me. Nevertheless, it’s fine with me. Now they know whom they were messing up with.
I always lose my tech/pinpoint pens, pencils, cd-rs, cd-rws, diskettes, flashdisks, erasers, in short office supplies because they know I have plenty of those. Now they have to think twice before they approach me with cute cat’s eyes.
A monster is what I have become.
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Now, I have no adequate allowance for this week.
My mom has been too kind to our needy neighbors.
Believe it or not, she didn’t tell us that she has lent [insert big amount here] pesos to some of our neighbors because of some very important use, according to my apparently problematic mom.
I know the philosophy of being mutually equitable to them. Whenever we need something from them, because of this utang-na-loob coming from our ‘financial heritage’, they will be wholeheartedly forced to render us back the services we need–directly proportional to what we’ve offered.
I don’t want to sound so egoistically avaricious, but our monthly salary/remittances from our dad working abroad is supposed to be spent for our ‘personal needs’. Now because of ‘them’, whose personal needs are at stake?
I was just so saddened by the news that we’ve suddenly lost something because of the previous fact that we still have the money to spend for the remaining weeks for this month. Now, we’re crawling for alms. Alms for adobong manok, sinigang, tinola, nilagang baka in our weekly menu. (gormandizers…)
I’ve just sounded so practically practical. I’ve even mouthed words to my mom because of not telling it to us. Now, our broadband connection is temporarily disconnected. Now we are unsure if our neighbors still have the conscience to pay my mom back.
Today, our neighbor promised for the nth time that she’ll pay her debts. My mom will visit me here in Indang. Hope I’ll feel more comfortable tonight.
Ugh. I’m going back to Dasma and kill some asshole. Joke.
I dunno what I’m going to do next…
Hope I could blog more. I just have to cut my daily expenditures. Eerrgh.
Location: in a computer center beside an eatery where p’s and d’s meet, Indang, Cavite
Categories: Personalan
