Monday. CMC Carolfest. (sorry, no pictures available). A post on the people who made my day (or is that sarcastic in a sense?).
Ever since that Wednesday morning, I have become intolerant of their insensitivity and closed-mindedness. I guess one thing I've learned from them is to actually say no to everything that involves them, even if the activity or the favor that is, corresponds to a noble cause. I guess I just realized I have nothing against the ideology. It's the people that pisses me out.
Since last night, they have been asking me, or should I say pressuring me to not only attend that sort of charity concert, but attend all those late meetings (I must say, they never start meetings on time), work in the event, sell the tickets (which by the way isn't my talent at all. I even had to ask Weng to sell my cake raffle worth a peso each because I simply couldn't sell it) as well. I must say, I believe in the cause, really, but they simply tried my patience to the point that I could no longer tolerate just being with them. Although I did admit that I have no intentions of coming because of some family thing, they didn't take my no for an answer as expected. They kept saying, why not try asking permission again and probably my parents would give in eventually. crap. Am I only a mechanism here? Is there no room for respect? And since they've been treating me as nothing else but a mere physical body that is supposed to be added as a number to any form of movement, I'm really starting to sacrifice the ideology here.
And since I am feeling sort of congested in my college with them around, I decided to leave and instead man one of my organization's booth at the Palma Hall for the afternoon. And crap, when I arrived, no one was there except for a table with a recycled sign-up sheet taped on one side. wow, is this your idea of attracting applicants? I was thankful enough to see Karla and Tat arrived a few minutes after and accompanied me at the booth. And for almost three hours of getting bored by just sitting there, we were able to encourage two people to sign up - for the sake of friendship.
Anyway, that's enough ranting for the meantime. The rest of the day was interesting anyway.
A few minutes before four in the afternoon, I made my way back to my college for the Carolfest. Apparently, Karol had a class on the evening and so I had to take over. It wasn't all that bad except that because one organization didn't return the microphones properly last Friday, the next people to use it, the council that is, were not allowed to use it. In short, no microphone. And so everybody had to shout and crap, with almost a hundred people as audience. We haven't practiced our vocal chords for that purpose. Besides that, everything else went fine.
Only three organizations participated the Carolfest this year, MCO, CAST and Cineastes'. And honestly, they were all very talented. Not only were they good chorale singers, they all had the personality and the college spirit that gave last year's representative, CAST, a chance to make it to the second place.
MCO won this year, and I must say it, they were really good!
And since I have been assigned to take over the event, it has been accustomed of me to greet every participant. But since this is a group effort, I came to the leaders of the performances to congratulate them for having a well done performance.
I came up to one of the group leaders and told him how impressed I was with his team. He hugged me, said his thank you for my compliments on his group and started telling me how proud he was of his new members. Two of his singers were freshmen and if his other singers hadn't been active members of the organization this year, he wouldn't have thought of joining the Carolfest. Again, I told him they were really good and once more he said his thank you. I left to compliment the other groups.
After the Carolfest, Jam, Tin and I walked our way to the main library to buy credits for our cellphone. We were to meet Weng at the mall and we just couldn't leave without knowing where exactly she is. As the three of us were walking, I told Jam that I admired this group leader because of his impressive and exceptional leadership qualities. She must have been shocked to find out.
We met Weng, Tat and Karla at Starbucks. It has been a while since I had coffee there. A few minutes more, Gladdys accompanied us. This meeting became another ranting session as well as an avenue for sharing our thoughts and comments on life.
And did I forget, it is Weng's birthday today. She, along with four orgmates, presented an ad campaign for Ford. Hopefully, her birthday would be the group's charm to win for having the best ad campaign. Did I tell you how much effort she'd put in this, to the point that we had to delay data gathering for our thesis so that they could make it to the deadline.
She must have been tired. We were all tired for the day. And worse, our thesis is still on the rocks. We can't seem to make any sense out of our data and we won't seem to getting anywhere at all.
In denial. I think that's how it's called. In denial.
This is the last procrastination Weng and I will be doing for thesis. I need to force myself right now or at least someone has to remind me that I need to finish this thesis. Anyone interested for the job? Please apply. haha. and I mean, please...
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