Thursday, August 19, 2010

Red Day Blues

I am now done with my (menstruation) period! This means that my normal psyche had crept back to me again! That may be the reason why I'm able to write this blog. I'm over my period! Next month's period will be next month's problem.

So why am I making such a fuss about this?

You see, there is a big difference between a girl and a girl having her period.

A girl...

A girl having her period...

Spot the difference?

To further elaborate this, lemme' tell you what happened to me during these past few days.

2 days before my period...

We were at SAR, our usual hang out in school since the caf is congested and noisy. We just finished eating, and everyone in the circle was studying for our tax quiz. I was studying with them too, until…

All of a sudden, my mind zoned into a realm of pessimism and I recalled all the miserable things that had happened to me in all 20 years of my life! I lost my will to study and spent half of my break (that’s 1 ½ hours) staring into nothingness and sulking in deep sorrow and self pity. The next half I felt guilty of not studying so I finally did study... And remained depressed the whole time.

After school, when I was on my way home, with my depressed thoughts, I was organizing my supposed to be activities when I get home. But as I got home, I found my bed exceptionally inviting that day. I tried my hardest to resist, but there was something different. Unlike any other day, it was "restable"! It was clear from my usual crap. Cause usually my bed looks like this:

But that day, it looked like this:

Hence, it was successful at luring me. So I slept, woke up late, and as soon as I woke up, found responsibilities waiting to be smacked down on me. That bed was evil, keeping me from being the responsible kid that I am.

1 day before my period...

I had another exam (Sales Management). Due to my laziness the day before, I had failed to study. So as my ingenious solution, I set my alarm clock at 4:00.

But when my alarm rang...

Hah! I did wake up! To those who know me personally, you probably thought I wouldn’t. But I did. :p


... so I was convinced that I was doomed.

My test was in essay questions. If you’re thinking that that probably saved my ass, because one can always rely on her ever imaginative reasoning skills at making stuff up and connecting things. Unfortunately, this skill is useless, as it asked to identify stuff before explaining it. So if you’re wondering what I put on my exam... Well, while the exam was for my Sales Management subject, my answers were all based on my Business Policy subject (the subject I had managed to study for the exam I had days before).

After the test, I went home to fetch things for an activity in school. I found my helpless little brother as a subject of mischief. Being a kind person though, I approached him in a subtle way. I asked for his help in preparing for what I needed in school. After he was done helping me, I immediately fired of tantrums and rants of how a lousy brother he is. I realized how mean I was, I feel guilty about it now. (He's actually the opposite! He's kind, sweet. and caring. I couldn't ask for a better brother. He's the best brother in the whole wide world! I love him so much!)

The next day, I finally had my period. I realized then the reason behind my unstable behavior and abrupt laziness. Instead of controlling it though, I was a loose cannon!

Day 1

Here's the summary of what I did that day:

Went to Galleria with family for church…

At the service...

After the service, when we got home...

Day 2


At 2pm I finally rose from my bed. And I forgot what I did next. No, actually I do remember, but I'm too lazy to put it here.

So what's the point of my blog? My point is when a girl has her period she's either lazy and apathetic or hazardously raging.

There are long scientific explanations behind this. But they're too complex and boring to discuss in my blog. Anyway, I have a better explanation that will put all these explanations in a nutshell!

Claud's Lilo and Stitch inspired explanation

This is how a girl is on a normal basis:

This is how a girl is during her period:

See the difference? It makes a lot sense right? So girls, if you feel like this, you're probably about to have your period. Boys, if you notice that your mom/girlfriend/female friend/sister looks like a hungry red Super Saiyan Vegeta with horns, give them a break. They're on their period.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Pnoy at a Bar??

It was past eleven o’clock at Grilla in Greenhills, a few hours after our laser tag game with orgmates and foreign interns, we decided to grab a few drinks and chill before leaving (that meant watching them drink beer while I enjoy my bottle of clear tasteless water. I had a long test the next day and I haven’t prepared for it yet). By this time my friends from AIESEC Miriam College had already headed home and I was the only Filipino left in the group.
I was having a rather fruitful conversation with the foreigners; exchanging ideas about history, cultures, and politics that I don’t typically talk about. I was greatly astonished by their knowledge and interest in these areas. But just when Sokol, was about to excitedly deliver his point, my eyes drifted pass his head and zoned to this dude behind the glass walls of Grilla. My mouth formed a perfect O as I shrieked “Ooooh my God! That’s the President of the Philippines!”. Those words put a halt on our progressing and seemingly intelligent conversation, to act like chickens with their heads cut off in sight of that smoker chilling outside, thirsting for a bottle of beer. Hence, we all jolted from our comfortable seats and quickly hopped outside. Of course I, being the only Filipino in that group, was compelled to approach this man in his drinking session to have our picture taken with him. As I was about to walk up to him (that I couldn’t imagine myself doing so), I was held back by one of his bodyguards. “Sandali lang po miss”, was all the words I could understand from him. The rest of this sounded like a murmur to me, as I realized how humiliating I was. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to give up on that idea of having a picture with the president.
To be honest, I’m not really into Noynoy Aquino. I’m not saying this because I’m bitter. I was frustrated about the fact that the greater percent of the country voted for him. I was supporting Gordon, I believe that out of all the presidential candidates (and I believe many will disagree) Dick Gordon would fit best as the President of the Philippines. President Noynoy may possess the name and the honor handed down from his parents, but he does not have the capability to manage himself, much more a country.
Regardless, I was dedicated to get that picture. So, I took a deep breath, pulled myself together, held my chin high… and waited for the perfect timing to approach him again. I was more careful now! I was embarrassed of what I did! I can’t just approach a leader of a country surrounded by body guards. What was I thinking? Of course I’m gonna get restrained! So, we took the table a few feet from him. We coolly asked one of Grilla’s waiters if it’s possible to have a picture with him and thankfully he responded positively. He advised us to approach President Noy directly and not the bodyguards, I looked at my friends and telepathically said “yeah we figured that out already”.
I wasn’t gonna be as hyped as I have been if it wasn’t because of Nick. Now that I think about it, I could have acted more civil. But Nick has managed to successfully infect us all with his excitement and put us all in the heat of the moment. Interrupting the President in the midst of his yosi and inuman with his boys, just to have our picture taken with him was not even an idea I could grasp if it wasn’t for Nick. But I would be lying if I tell you that it was my only motivation.
Seeing a public figure in person is a different case than seeing such person on tv. Despite my cynicism about him, I could not help but be keen on meeting and having a picture with him. No matter how ordinary you think of that person, if he's popular and he's of higher rank, there is such a thrill on meeting this person face to face. It seems like all the lacking awe you have for him just accumulated the instant you’re faced with him.
A few minutes have passed and we still couldn’t get a good timing to approach him, I don’t wanna be held back by one of his body guards again. But I was indeed persistent and patient. Finally, a few foreigners took the lead of having a picture taken with him. Thus, we followed their lead and before we knew it, there was a line behind us already. The night ended with enjoyment and satisfaction of having a picture with “The President Noynoy”.
The night left me thinking though… I wonder how I would act if I see Justine Beiber or Charice Pempengco around the mall?
I was glad how the night ended. This kind of event doesn’t happen often. Heck, what are the odds of meeting the President of the Philippines at a bar?! Top that for badassness! Thus, it was in fact wise to just go along with the heat of the moment. We can’t always take ourselves too seriously, because then I wouldn’t have this story to tell, and I wouldn’t have this picture to brag.