WAAH! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER
SO-CALLED HIATUS
Geez. This was the first time I declared hiatus. Yet thinking about the blog hibernation bugs me everytime I open my PC here in Dasma.
You know, when I double click the Start Button, instead of looking directly at the “All Programs”, I gaze my vision rightward and then read “Connect To” with the puny little arrow on the right. Then temptation comes in. While my mouse tries to resist, my stupidity acts otherwise. Them after a few seconds, I see myself clicking the “Connect” button on the Connect to Speedtouch Connection dialog box. Then boom, the first page is my stupid blog.
I usually do that. I announce something publicly, whether I’m on the fatty flesh in front of an ugly audience or not, I am always perturbed by such announcement, feeling guilty that I have announced something that I might not actually fulfill it. And then I posted something just 2 days after the so-called “3-week hibernation”.
Which means I cannot pose as a politician on the next 10 years. Get it? Haha.
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SO-CALLED ‘GREAT OPPORTUNITY’ *UPDATED*
I’m not sure if posting about this would endanger my life. But I don’t care. Better if more people would be informed about it.
February 29, Thursday, some Eric Legazpi from the military, whom we and the residents of our subdivision rarely see, went to visit our house and asked my mom if there is some “Neil Brian” who lived here (insert complete address here, I know where or from whom he got it).
Mom got worried. This Eric Legazpi appeared to have been contacted by some bosses in Malacañang, provided my complete address and my slumbook details from my Multiply public profile. And GUESS WHAT? He claims that I did an application to enter the military school, and that I have a very lovely wife. Musta naman yun? (How’s that?)
Mom hastily denied such claim. Like, a big WHAT? Never would a kid like Neil attempt to join the army, now that he’s well informed about the military and its cohoots, Mom retorted. And a big HELLO? Si Neil? [Lampang batang iyon, Mom thought] Magmi-military?
My mom was crying when I called her on the phone about this.
This was simultaneous with the text messages I receive from a guy named Arman Garcia who so-called was a former PUP student who texted me that my ‘good writing’ will offer ‘great opportunities’.
I thought his makabayan language (makabayan, nationalistic in purely persuasive Tagalog tone) in his text messages points towards these people who’ve been so patient in insisting me to be ‘active’ again (as if I was active). So for days, I tried to make myself stupid. I just jerked around as if I have some textmate who would want to meet me in a ’secret place away from everybody’.
When this Eric Legazpi haphazardly interrogated my mom about my existence in the address, I texted this Arman. What a great coincidence, I told him. He called me and then told me his real motive–to enter the party cell of the CPP-NPA.
WHAT?! ME, A MEMBER OF THE CPP-NPA? HELLO?
I think he lost his sense of hearing when I shouted a big ‘what’ on my phone. Why the hell a sluggish looking army personnel approach my mom and ask if I live here in Dasma and that he confirms I have applied for the military? And what a good timing that he is super insistent to meet me in Manila.
My mom confronted this Eric Legazpi. To make her statements short, she just said this. “Hindi ako bobo.” (I’m not stupid) Later I knew that this Eric Legazpi was squeezing his convincing powers by telling my mom that the survey he was conducting was for me who will have an “on-the-job training” in AFP, because I am a 3rd year Mass Comm student.
Hahaha. SO much for reading my blogs, scumbags.
WHY I WAS GIVEN ‘GREAT OPPORTUNITIES?
1. I had good connections with Maria Teresa Pangilinan. She’s my friend. A former co-staffer in our school publication. Our former CSG President. Now, I have no news about her, but some say she’s working in GMA7 already.
2. I was active in The Gazette. They thought The Gazette is radical. No, they’re not. They were. Now, I don’t know what The Gazette really is since I self proclaimed to have left the pub for good.
3. I was an activist. Now, I’m a no-do-gooder student journalist.
In short, I am not insurgent.
I am not a communist.
I am not seditious.
I am not a rebel.
It’s just that I am not stupid. Student journalists are not stupid.
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