Not Now.

I first would like to mention that the Mincing project is temporarily postponed for the lack of quality in its blogs. Therefore, I will delete all the previous ones, as it's not to my standard, and some, I just don't want to read again.

But in recent news, Olympics started last Friday, and USA is leading in the medal count, even though China has more Golds than we do.

Oh well, I know USA will pwn the medal count, as well as the gold count itself.

As for the latter, here it is:

Recently, a friend of mine, I should say had his recent realizations in life, and I thought, it was about time I had a moment of silence with myself, and do the same thing as well. Like many other people, and some bedrooms, my life has a lot of stuff in it that needs to be fixed, and I just don't know where to begin either.

Besides my blog that specifically points of my problem not living my life to the fullest (you can check it out, it's called I've Never, and it's here for you in my Facebook Notes section to read), I have not pointed out every single one of my flaws through Facebook notes. And even if I did, I probably would have a ton of them, and Facebook probably would deprive me of my right to write (homonyms suck). 

I hate to point things out, because that's not the type of person that I am, but I believe in two things.

1. Most people are the root of the problem.
2. People have had the same problems as any other person you see everyday.

I believe that most people are the root of the problem because of Jealousy. A lot of people these days, I would say are more privileged than others, which results in some people getting what they want, and some people either having to wait for it, or gut it out if they wanted something.

I, unfortunately am one of those many people who have to gut it out if they wanted something. As much as I hate to say it, I AM jealous of what people have, because I think I've been doing what I've been doing lately, and I don't see anything coming out of it. It's not that I'm making excuses for myself for my inactivity, or whatnot, but I think this is the jealous part of me lashing out my grievances.

No, I'm not having a bad night, I just want to say what's on my mind, and somewhat procrastinate for my paper in AP Lit.

My second point, is that a lot of people have had the same problems as us, no matter how we look at it. Yes, even babies have had the same problems, and they don't even know about it either.

This is why, it sometimes irks me that we see shows like Maury, Jerry Springer, and Dr. Phil. These shows make other people look better, when they're not. I believe that the Jerry Springer audience, besides their desire to show their dicks and tits for Jerry beads, have been cheated on, or had a fucked up life at a point in a period of their lives (thus the base of the show itself). Therefore, the only thing that these TV shows do is that they get a time slot and money out of it, and making people lose their self respect. 

A lot of people do not want to admit that they have a problem, because they have a lot of self confidence. They think that they can get through something without help, and it's seriously biting them in the ass as we speak. 

I was this type of person before, but I realized that I will become what I want to be right now someday, but now is not the right time. 

On my jealousy problem, I'm somewhat over it now. I'll just do what I'm supposed to do tomorrow, and hopefully pull it off the way I want to.


One more thing.

GO USA.
(and Philippines.)

Comet Pride Crashing Down.

I realized that during my three years in Westchester, that we had it really made.

For the record, I am totally being sarcastic.  I believe that the Class of 2009 at Westchester has been the guinea pigs of many administration's many wacky experiments, as well as being the butt of a possible joke.  

I believe and observe a lot of things, and this is some that I have seen from the past years.

1.  I believe that there was no Student Council in Westchester.  Even if there was one, they seemed to be not the right people, as I have not seen one single improvement in our school.  If anything, I've only seen things get worse, as there were more fights, more junk food in our vending machines, and here's the kicker:  Expensive prices for a rinky-dink granola bar.  The worst part is that, if there was a president of a student council in Westchester, Either he or she has misrepresented us totally, and just fucked us students over by a lot of other things following this one.

2.  We have lost a lot of administration over the years.  Some of the teachers and administration that left, I either previously knew, or I currently respected as a real elder.  In my freshman year, I got Mr. Paulino as my Counselor, and as I know it, as few people know him, and probably concerned, Mr. Paulino was actually a chill guy.  Yes, although I did have to run an errand for him once, which I didn't mind doing (I actually did, it was summer), it was worth it, as we gained respect and a good relationship as well, as things SHOULD BE!  Unfortunately, Mr. Paulino left after a year to pursue his career in acting.  And from the last time I heard about him, he was having a show of some sort.  We then acquired a counselor by the name of Ms. Traina.  I didn't actually meet her until I needed a change in my classes, and the rumor was right: She was what people said she was (I would leave it as that, but ask me if you want an image).  Throughout two years, she's given me recommendation letters, even though my stupid self asked them last minute, and I am very appreciative of that.  To hear that she is or might be leaving devastates me again, not only because of the fact that I lost a good recommendation letter, but because I have possibly a new counselor that I have to adapt to, and I fear that he or she might not be welcoming as the other two, but we all got to give them a chance, or two.

3.  In our junior years, we have been presented by the four by four.  Basically, four classes for four quarters.  What happens here is, that we get screwed over two classes, and gain more credits for one if we ever needed them.  It just so happens that I take two AP's, and for some people, three and the slots left were nothing else to be happy about either.  Because of this, athletes have been trying to cope with more homework, than with less.  Because of this fast system, it seems like there are lower grades than usual.  This is why, it belongs to colleges for a reason.

4.  In my years of staying here, I have had different teachers for different subjects.  As much as I love meeting new people and the whole concept of it, but please actually give me a teacher that does know his or her stuff. Also, please give the students teachers with proper hygiene.  As much as I love hotdogs, I don't want to smell it in school while learning.  It's just not right.  And if that were the case, everything would be different in my transcript right now.  And effort doesn't even factor here anymore.  A lot of people had to survive by themselves because of these so called transitions, and I'm one of the many people who couldn't adapt to an audible.

5.  The architecture of the school is starting to look really shitty to me.  Mess is all over the school, and Knights and Ladies had a hell of a time going back and forth to the library just to return books, because there were no ramps for carts involved, and if there were one, it's near a stair somewhere.  As much as I love steps, if there is no paveway for returning books to the library, simply because there was an assumption that they were "beautiful and responsible" Comets, then have yourself a good laugh, then maybe a thought for a proposition of reconstructing.

6.  We get charged for Pep Rallies.  Seriously?  I thought Pep Rallies are for free, to get us fired up and everything. Apparently, it takes one dollar to light a fire inside, and I mean that in both ways.  (Match boxes cost a buck a piece, and our pep rallies are held in the gym, and you pay one dollar to get fired up.).  The sadder part is that not all of the school participates in Pep Rallies even though they were free in the past.  

7.  Another one for the student council.  I never saw a formal debate at Westchester for their respective positions.  The fact that these formal political process never was demonstrated in my years of stay there, it's just pathetic, and it tells me that this is a popularity contest, and not hearing about what it is right, or wrong.

There are a lot in my mind still, but I'll let them linger until I get it really gelled up.

Good morning for now, and here's hoping you read, and sympathize.  Actually, have a good laugh.  Even though I'm proud to be a Comet, I'm not proud of the stuff that they do.

Treasure Hunt

It's really funny that sometimes, when we lose our things and try to find them, we find something else.  That was today's case for me in one or two occasions today.

One of the things that I lost is my summer homework for AP English, although I don't know if I would be doing it or not, because I'll be busy with the other extracurriculars that I have in mind. The assigned homework is in this piece of white paper, folded somewhere.  And because of it's malleability, I tend to put it somewhere in my books as a bookmark, and so when I tried to find it, I raided all the books that I could, assuming that it is there.  When I got into my Sherlock Holmes book, I found something that I would describe, somewhat heart shattering, as I found the pamphlet, or brochure (whichever works) for the death of my aunt.  (I am reminding myself to throw it away).  It just reminds me why so far, I am having a trauma of driving in the freeway, and driving just in general (although I know I am a darn good driver myself).  I don't know, but all it does is creep me out and nothing else, and it's not even funny... Brr.

The second thing that I was looking for is a job application that I have not filled out (which I should have a long, long time ago).  I don't know why this is, but I just love filling applications out these days, despite the time that it takes to do them, which is a pretty long time (fifteen minutes, or five... depends on where you're at).   Sigh, I am still jobless, and I need to get a new keychain and some keys duplicated, or else I will be on house arrest because I have no gate keys, and there is no way in hell that I am climbing that thing every time.

As of now, I still am currently lost in thought about the whole job situation, but I'm not finding anything about it.  I'll do what I can do tomorrow, and see what happens, I guess.

A Fresh Supply

First of all, I am very happy to say that Rafael Nadal could be the new number 1 in the tennis world this week, or later on sometime in August.  It's guaranteed either way, but then again, the news have the weatherman.

Second, I am also happy to say that I edited my resume.  I don't know why I should be happy about this, but I think it's far major improvement from the last one that I made.  If I may say so myself, you can pick up dog crap with it, and people will read the essay and notice the crap in it, not on it.  Or did I just get my prepositions wrong?

Third, I am also also happy that I am getting my blogs out there.  I've been procrastinating on putting these blogs out simply because I am surrounded by tons of nonsense around me every night, thus not giving me a chance to actually do what I have to do.

Speaking of which...

I've noticed lately that I've been writing blogs without respect to anyone.  I've been writing in a style that screams Barry Bonds (which is a substitute for "Me against the World" - By the way, it's also a great Tupac song.  By the way, it is also not Alex Rodriguez, because he is only hated by the New York Media right now for the Madonna issue, unless he too took 'roids.)

I sincerely apologize for those who I have attacked with my words, whoever recognizes themselves or not.  These words were fueled with hate, and a couple of warm milks at one in the morning, and when I'm sleepy, I'm the equivalent of a drunk who can either be totally honest and spill it all out, or just be a madman.

I have been having a thought of going all out in my senior year, as previous blogs have mentioned it.  The thing is, even though there is the thought, the execution of the plan is unknown.  To me, as much as I would love to go all out, I would want to set my limits to my "going all out" agenda, where it is fun, but it is safe, but extreme (I know, rather paradoxical), such as that I want to go all out, but I don't have to drink, smoke, have sex individually, or simultaneously on the same night on the same place.  In all seriousness, I don't think that going all out that way benefits anybody.  It only hurts people.  And it can hurt relationships, in a really really bad way.

Proof?  See Jerry Springer and/or Maury.  Last time I was channel surfing, it was eleven in the morning at channel five.

As of now, this risk-taking lifestyle for me is new.  No, I'm not talking about risk-taking like bungee jumping or skydiving, but it's simply one of those things where one has the "high-risk and and high-reward" situations, where I usually was more passive compared to being more risky.

To tell anyone the truth, I didn't want to release this blog to anyone, or to write one publicly to start with.  I only started writing notes on Facebook because I was depressed at the time and I simply hate to cry as well because I hate looking like a jackass and I didn't want to sleep on a wet pillow.  

Unfortunately for me, one of my emotion-laden notes was recognized by Quemars Ahmed the Great (I swear, I'd better get credibility for this, Q), and told me to start a blog, just for the hell of it, and he kept telling me it was legit.

Since there's no way in saying no to Q even though he's like fifty miles away, and the lack of more productive things to do, I started writing this blog, and I must say that this is one of my best decisions in my life, which right now is probably second or third to joining YnG and deciding to be a chef.

With this blog, I believe that it beats out writing a handwritten journal.  Even though Americans are uber lazy these days with all the technology and no awareness of the recession that we are going through now (I don't have a job yet, and yes, I have the right or privilege to be bitter), I must give them credit for toughing it out this far, and Internet is like the best creation ever on mankind.  Minus Earth, or course (I believe in God, but I'm not too religious).

With this blog, I get to know people, and their opinions on a lot of stuff that I want to write, or have written already.  Plus, with this one, I wouldn't be the average joe saying "How's the weather" to start a conversation with a woman of my choice.  I would say, "Do you like blogging?"

Like that Twix commercial, everyone needs a moment.

  

Goodbye to you?

It's funny that I'm writing these blogs now as if I got out of high school and letting the world have it with my possible nonsense.

In all actuality, now that I think about it, it reminds me of Max Keeble's big move, where he basically is doing everything that he could possibly do before his family moves away from the place he's currently staying.  Then in the end, it doesn't work... Or does it?

Just watch the movie yourself.  It's usually a good waste of two hours especially if you have nothing to do in your life.  Or it could put you to sleep.  Either way, it's a movie, which like many others, gets an opinion put on by somebody.

Just like other people.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I write like I cry.  I go all out.  Criticize me for this, but believe me.  If I had a label sticker in this blog, it would be both "Beware - Caution Ahead" and "Aware - Writer knows what he wants to talk about".

I already knew writing this blog will gain me some friends or readers, and it will lose me some friends, readers or possibly a loved one as well.  Writers out there are like the mental X-Gamers of this world.  They take their risks, do whatever it is comfortable for them, and if they ever land it right, everyone will celebrate, and those who ever not land it right are simply fucked.

Like many people say, No Pain, No Gain.

Tonight, I start this blog from a thought that is still fresh of my mind.

The thought of being single my whole life still bothers me, although other belief says it's better that way.  Hell, I won't really know.

I've stuck liking girls my whole life, and that's about it.  

Speaking of liking....

I've liked this one girl for quite a time now simply because I know that I can talk to her personally about anything, although sometimes, we might have our quiet moments because I'm just too busy doing something else.  And it sucks.  The problem is, I've asked her out quite a few times now in the most ridiculous ways possible, and I have gone nowhere except south.  The other problem is, now that everytime I talk to this person, it seems that me trying to impress her just makes me another one of those guys who say, or do something pathetic just to impress a woman.  The way that I think about it, It's just not my style, and I'm slowly realizing how bad of an ass I look like at this moment in time.  If this was the case, why am I wasting around my time looking like an ass, when I could be someone else's shining knight and armor?

I know, that last line was cheesy.... 

The second girl that I've liked is a back and forth situation.  I don't know what this is all about either, but I like her because of her potential.  I truly believe that this person is one of the nicer people I would meet in my life, only if one gave her a chance.  A lot of people believe that she is a bitch, and because of it, no one gives her a chance.  I really want to ask her out, but the fear of rejection is on the way, and I have had no chance to know her whatsoever.  So really, what's the point of doing it?

The third girl that I like is definitely one of the nicest people you and I can ever meet.  This person is something that I like in someone: smart, charming, easy to talk to, and pretty.  The problem is, just like the second person, I have had no chance to know this person either.  And from the history books, and past information, the fear of rejection is also there, and the chances of making myself an ass increases a hundred more percent.

To The Reader: If you know who these three people are, including yourself (if plausible), then, I have said whatever I have felt, and some left unwritten for the lack of a better description in my head.  Whether or not I have made myself a hero or a goat in this one, it's nice to see something in my head to be produced into something like this.

And one last note, if the person knows who they are, I hope this is not goodbye.