First and last...

This is the first and the last time I will ever talk about this. I've kept my silence all this time in an effort to protect all the parties involved. More than a year has passed, and I've kept mum about this. But it seems that in this case, keeping silent is not the best way to go. I've had enough. I've heard and read enough, to finally speak up and put an end to this nonsense.

First and foremost, I am not doing this simply because it is my sister involved. God knows my sister and I have had our fair share of fights and misunderstandings. And I am not the type to tolerate her crap. Simply put, when my sister's not in the right, you can bet your ass I'd give her an unedited piece of my mind (yes, I've done this already). That being said, I can now go on and give a piece of my mind to this person who has been unabashedly writing about my sister.

To the person who keeps on writing about my sister's alleged betrayal, please, please wake up and see things as they are... YOU'RE SCREWED UP! You claim that my sister betrayed you when she didn't tell you that your fiance had doubts about marrying you. Duh! How conveniently you forget your hysterics in B*B's restaurant, when my sister, out of loyalty to you, calmly told you about your fiance's issues. Decent, mentally stable human beings would have the self-control not to do that, you know. But not you... You are so unstable that you proceeded to scream, curse and cry out in public, after my sister calmly explained to you what your fiance told her. Despite that, again, out of loyalty to you, my sister refused to talk to your fiance about your issues and actually referred your fiance to a marriage counselor for proper counseling. So please, tell me... Where is the betrayal there?

You know, girl, life is what you make it. If you want to put the blame on the world for the failure of your marriage, then that's your choice. Choose to be bitter and live in bitterness. It has been over a year and still you can't stop talking about your failed marriage. You want to know why it didn't work out between you and your husband (who out of weakness decided to push through with the wedding)? It's simple. ANG SAMA NG UGALI MO! You're too screwed up to be capable of loving another human being. That's why. How can you blame everybody else when you're the one abusing your husband? You're the one who physically attacks him when you fight, and yet you're not to blame?! COME ON!!! Granted your husband was a bit of a wuss in continuing with the wedding, but hey, you can't blame the guy... After all, you would have probably chased him with a bolo had he called off the wedding. Wake up, girl. YOU ARE TO BLAME, too. If you can't admit that fact then you'll never move on, and you'll continue living in bitterness. Oh and one last thing, NOBODY, AS IN NO ONE, BELIEVES THAT YOU'RE HAPPY. You can blog about it all you want, you can ramble about how you've moved on and so on, but trust me, nobody believes you... So please, stop writing about my sister. She didn't cause the meltdown of your marriage, you did...

Bakit masarap maging Atenista?

• It’s not easy to pass the ACET. Even if you’re 6’5” and have a mean hook shot.
• Our campus is gorgeous.
• When we say “hell week”, we mean “HELL week”… and we always survive.
• Thanks to countless Philo oral exams and papers, we can BS our way out of anything.
• We know the gratification that comes with getting an A from a Jesuit teacher. Or even just a B.
• Meron.
• Our patron saint’s leg was broken by a cannonball, but it didn’t break his spirit.
• We get to yell “Win or lose, it’s the school we choose!” every time we sing our school song.
• Even our least respectable course is still a hell of a lot better than “Sports Management”.
• La Salle jokes are really, really funny.
• When people ask what school you’re from and you answer “Ateneo”, they get a look on their faces that says “wow”.
• Magis.
• We can sit through tediously long and unbearably hot graduation ceremonies with smiles on our sweaty faces.
• Our diplomas are impressively ginormous, and printed in Latin.
• The Placement Office helps us land good jobs after graduation.
• The Alumni Office sends us letters for our birthdays, Easter, and Christmas every year.
• Our good teachers stay, and many are still around up to now.
• No matter how many years have passed since graduation, Loyola Heights always feels like home.
• We always give everything ONE BIG FIGHT.
• It’s not that we’re better than everyone else. It’s just that we couldn’t imagine being anything else other than Atenean.

*****
by my dear friend, and fellow Blue Eagle fan, Aileesa Lim, (BSLM 2001).

The $uperficial

This is a rant. I am utterly disgusted, so please bear with me...

I don't understand how some people can think that spewing out mean words is cute. I don't get it. I just don't. Don't get me wrong, I can be pretty superficial myself. But geez... Some people can be mean, just plain mean. Case in point, after a reunion-of-sorts lunch with a bunch of my classmates, a classmate of mine approached a female classmate and oh-so-casually says "You should think about growing your hair, the highlights aren't working for you." WOW. What a way to say goodbye. And to think they aren't even close. I mean, what the heck, right? Then I found out this same person said this to another classmate who had just broken up with her boyfriend, "Hay ******, I'm glad you broke up with your boyfriend, 'coz I can't even bear to look at the guy's face. Didn't you notice? I don't look at him." GOD! The boyfriend this person was referring to happens to be a really nice guy who was utterly devoted to his girlfriend. So nice, in fact, that my friend (the one whose hair got "criticized") and I are hoping for a reconciliation. Even more annoying is the fact that the boyfriend isn't ugly or horrible looking at all. But hey, as far as this superficial person's concerned, that doesn't matter because apparently the boyfriend's looks are not are not at par with the superficial's standards. Am I overreacting? Please, tell me, 'coz I am seriously annoyed with this guy.