Rant Files: Random Rants Galore

I noticed that it has been more than a week since I actually wrote a blog entry, so I decided to actually stop working (well, actually, I was just answering some Facebook notes) and write a short sarcastic rant or two. I miss writing so much and I guess having a break from all of the mental exercise that the lessons in UST have been giving me is worth it.

Where do I start?

Rant # 1:

Oh yeah. The so-called Kamustahan Party.

Last Friday, the INCREDIBLY GREAT administration actually thought of having this event for whatever's sake. I clearly do not want this event to push through because of two things:

• First, I have to pay for the food that I am actually going to eat in that party, if ever that event is called a party. Actually, the whole thing was suggested way back in the retreat, and no matter how much I wanted to object about it, I couldn't do any less. My point is, if the administration really want to throw a party, the least thing that they could do is to at least pay for the food. They thought of the whole thing anyway, right?

So what happened was that I forcefully let out a hundred bucks from my hard-earned measly salary and give it back to them again. What a freaking joke it was.

• Second, I guess the mere mention of the word ADMINISTRATION is enough reason for me not to enjoy the party.

I wasn't feeling well last Friday and being there made it worst. The venue was held in the penthouse and you could just see everyone looking as if they were dragged there. In other words, most people didn't enjoy the whole thing that much. If ever they actually enjoyed being there, it was probably under the pretext that they were actually intoxicated. I went home earlier than the others not only because I had something very important to do (which I did), but because of the fact that I simply wanted to refrain from consciously torturing myself. Harsh words, aren't they?

Rant # 2.

I am having a difficulty with my studies.

I know that you probably think that Rant # 2 is a big exaggeration, but I'd like to profess that it is true. I am having a difficulty studying. I am doing everything I can to catch up with the lessons that I am having in UST, but nevertheless, I don't think that my conscious efforts to do so are actually working. It's probably because I haven't been sharpening my skills a bit, and working in this school has increased my katuligan, which I don't want to happen in the first place. I tell you, there is something about this heck of a company which makes my intellect really, really... GOOD GRIEF, I COULDN'T EVEN THINK OF AN ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE THE WHOLE PHENOMENA.

As I was saying, I was desperately trying to catch up with the lessons. I had to go to UST last Saturday and stay in the library as I consciously cut classes. Yes, folks. I cut my classes last Saturday. I was in the library, anyway, trying to figure out what psycholinguistics is all about. Right now, the whole thing barely sinks in my mind anyway.

To tell you frankly, I feel awkward about this whole studying for a masters degree thing. Ever felt this scenario: you think that you have always been one of the best students in your batch and suddenly, real life comes along and it lets you feel quite inadequate with your skills because you are placed side by side with people who are certainly better than you are? That's what I feel. What's worse is that I really think I can pass my subjects if I had only taken the prerequisites. I am damn taking Literary Criticism II before taking Literary Criticism I, for goodness' sakes! Arrghhhhhhh...

Rant # 3

This should've been Rant # 2 because this is about the school uniform. I complained about it.

If I had not mistaken, it was last Thursday when I was actually called by the dressmaker because of the uniform. I was told that all four uniform sets would actually be made for me when I actually only asked for two. Those two sets are supposed to be free because it's already our fourth year in the school, and you are supposed to get two sets for free under those circumstances.

Knowing that there's a sort of order that they are giving me four sets of uniform really pissed me off, because I have to pay for two more sets. What even enraged me is the fact that nobody informed us that they would have to do such thing. For all I know, we were free to choose whether we want to have only the free sets or not, but nooooooooo. I have to pay for two more sets now because my ever so wonderful boss told the dressmaker to do so.

After telling our head about it, I quickly went downstairs and talked to my boss. The only thing that I could tell you about it is the fact that I wasn't able to do anything. They're the boss, and I couldn't do anything, no matter how hard I fight for my principles.

Darn.

Rant # 4

May I say something about minxes yet again?

This is a free country and this is my blog anyway.

Wait. In order to be more subtle about my point, I'll just leave you with this thought instead:

God gave you arms and hands to carry your things. If you're not going to carry your own stuff even if you know you could do so, better have your arms amputated by an M-16 rifle because they do not have any use for you anyway.

There you go. You must know now that I am not really subtle when it comes to hating people. Peace everyone. :)

Well, got to go. I still have to study. :)