You Cannot Hate On Me

READ: http://operaghost.multiply.com/journal/item/978/The_Song_of_my_Rant

I guess I didn't have to do it myself. ;)

Don't you just love how this song applies?

I'm not saying it's entirely your fault. Because admittedly, we did screw up big time. It's our voices that were heard. But seriously, you're not even fit to look us in the eye. I don't know what kind of egotism you have to even think you can do this job.

Mind you, you're as much a part of this as everyone else.

And I'd just like to say we sound better when you aren't anywhere in the vicinity. Only two times did we ever really enjoy what we were doing, and it didn't involve you in the picture.

"OH! Bakit mukha kayong mga patay? Stress ba sa school?"

You kidding me?

The Probable Cause to Your Probable Execution

I'm a god.

Well, not really.

Either way, I impressed UA&P enough for them to offer me a 100% scholarship. Yes, I was offered a friggin' hundred percent. Shocked? So am I. Not shocked? Gee, thanks ha! You talaga! Di naman! *blush*

I had my scholarship 'interview' last Friday, and after a few questions, the admission lady asked me if I would enroll right away if they offer me a hundred percent scholarship.

Now, I was curious as to what she was driving at. A hundred percent. Was she using it for hypothetical purposes? Was she actually considering giving me the hundred percent? Why is she asking me this now, aren't results coming out on January? Am I in already? Will I die of cancer?

Well, after avoiding the question WHY a million times by proclaiming the very safe 'I'm weighing out which course I want most,' she spilled the beans and said, 'We're seriously considering giving you a hundred percent scholarship.' I was dumbstruck, like a bee had come to stung me, and it stung me hard. Bzzz!

So the conversation went on the topic of what college I would choose. I think we both knew that I want Ateneo, seeing as she kept drilling me about it. But I, being the very backstabbing-balimbing person that I am, laid out the safety net below me. Well of course, who wouldn't? I'm not dumb enough to tell them truth, now am I?

Sidenote:

She actually conceded defeat to Ateneo--well, partially: I told her the courses I listed for both colleges were Communications and Management. She stressed how much UA&P's communications program was for superior, but didn't say a word of defense for their top course. Hihi.

We took a break from the cat and mouse game for a while. She started asking me about my views--and you know I'm liberal--when it comes to contraceptives and same-sex unions. Gahd. Those made for some fine awkward moments. Of course, I put in mind the school was run by Opus Dei people.

She first asked about contraceptives, and it's as if bird shit dropped out of nowhere. We were somewhere in the courting process when she just brought it up. At first, I was, "whut?!?!" I was caught off-guard with that one. I believe my vocabulary flew out the (inexistent) window. I was struggling with my words until I finally said 'use it but, if at all possible, abstain.'

Then she asked me about same-sex unions, which probably made up a fourth of the time I spent in that room. I think I was looking from a lawyer's point of view delving on marriage rights and discrimination, and she was asking me other stuff. And I just wasn't thinking straight, so I ended with "I respect them," which she translated into "so you don't care about what others in society say?" which I agreed with. End of discussion, finally. Gahd, this is messed up.

I think the awkward silences I was sprouting made for the sudden rise in birth population of gay babies in the world. (If you don't understand, don't try to. It's a not-so inside joke between me and some fellow crazy people.)

But my longest moment of silence was when she asked me about my idol. I obviously have none in my life. Well, fine there are some in just a few aspects, but none so seriously as to make a monumental crater on my existence. After much umms and hmms and 'I never really thought about that,' I finally conceded with my mom.

Anyhow, after leaving the courting department and some obviously awkward questions, she just said it straight up. I'm offering you a scholarship of a hundred percent tuition. (Or something to that effect.) Add to that, if I graduate with honors (which I shall), they're going to give me perks as well. Haha!

For some reason, Spain comes to mind. (Oh Vicky Cristina Barcelona!) Seeing as how I may get additional perks, I wonder what Charles is getting. After all, he is the class salutatorian/valedictorian? (Kyne's going to hit my if I put valedictorian first. I don't think Charles bites anyway, and he's all the way in China.)

Anyhow, that doesn't change my plans. I'm blue-blooded. I've sort of established that somewhere along the line, haven't I? Though my hopes are low for a merit, I'm still hoping. That way, it's going to be a bit easier to argue my way out of free education. Haha!

So I left the room all giddy. I may not really want it, but hell, who wouldn't have his kilig moments while walking back to the gate after finding out he got a hundred percent scholarship in the school whose ground he's walking at. I think I would've burst out in dance if I weren't so self-conscious.

Wow. I can't believe I made a whole blog out of that.

I was only planning to write a paragraph and move on to some other topic.