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Walang pinagkaiba ang Benedictine values sa Thomasian values, Lasallian values, or Atenean. Pare-pareho lang yang mga yan. That’s why I will forever refuse to accept the validity of BLF (Benedictine Lay Formation), especially since I’ve already aced my CWTS. But I do not have a choice. My appeal to have my CWTS reconsidered was turned down a long time ago. I’m now on my final semester, my final BLF, and I’m still not convinced of its difference from other similar subjects wherein one learns to be of service to the community. Really. Bite me.

I’ve been reading a lot of tweets about people rallying against the arrival of US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. They say it perpetuates the “lopsided” relations between the Philippines and the United States. Though some of them may have the purest of intentions, I believe most of them, like many of us, are hypocrites.

Give them an American citizenship and I bet they’ll surely leave their posts for a better life abroad.

We used to travel to the Middle East when I was a little boy and we always booked economy class. But there were a couple of times when we’d sit in business class instead (I think my dad pulled a few strings since he knew some people from the airline). Back then, business class offered a few things better than economy: a comfortable seat, bigger space, your own personal TV, and better food. But now, that’s just economy. One of these days I’m going to fly business again. Just you wait.

I’ve done it only once and it was for a class activity. I went out with classmates in an exclusive subdivision and sang Christmas carols. Unlike most carols these days, we actually sang, not played with recycled cans and sang with voices that are hardly angelic. And because we did a good job, we were able to get a big amount of money which was used for our class’ Christmas party.

But that was years ago. And I haven’t participated in any caroling since. Truth be told, I avoid it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas carols. Sometimes I surprise myself by humming to an old Christmas tune even in the middle of summer. And I do love a wonderfully sung carol by groups that actually know how to sing. But I avoid young children who invade our right to privacy and rape our ears with headache-inducing, cringe-worthy renditions.

It’s automatic, almost as old as the tradition itself—they come to our homes and sing even before they knock on our doors, and we give them a few pesos immediately to end the noise. Most of the time we let them finish their “Jingle Bells” and other easy Filipino carols before we open our doors. Some of us cut them midway and say our “patawad” just to get some peace and quiet. Sometimes—and I bet you’ve done this, too—we pretend nobody’s home. And when they leave our gates we let out a sigh of relief, but we prepare for another batch of eager kids to ruin the sanctity of our Christmases. Okay, maybe that was too harsh. But hey, don’t tell me you actually enjoy the ruckus?!

Peace and quiet. I think we’re all entitled to that especially during the holidays. I may not speak for everyone, but I’m sure some would agree that Christmas carols here are more of a nuisance than anything else.

I like to spend Christmas with my loved ones in peace. How can we do that when we’d have to pretend nobody’s home or say our patawads every 10 minutes or so. This is why I like living in a condominium: no children singing Christmas carols.

That name will always remind me that there are still honest people working out there.

After having dinner at ATC’s foodcourt, Mike and I hurried to check something elsewhere and I didn’t realize that I left my wallet. I only began looking for my wallet, which contained a thousand pesos, my pill box, ATM cards, and my San Beda ID, when we were supposed to buy something already.

We ran back to the foodcourt hoping that I’d still find my wallet there, but it was gone. Then the restaurant staff where we bought food motioned for me to look for one of the cleaners of the mall, who was conveniently looking for me too. He told us to follow him to the concierge and that’s where I got my wallet back. And not a cent lost, too!

I was extremely grateful for the dark skinned, mild mannered man who gave me back my wallet. He showed me his name tag when I asked for his name and it read, “Virgilio Baliber.” As a sign of great appreciation, I gave Virgilio 100 pesos. It was truly amazing. If you ever bump into him at ATC, do say hi. He’s a good soul.

There’s a reason why I seldom post ill feelings on Twitter and Facebook. It’s fairly simple: I don’t need people knowing my woes online. People need not know that I’m in a puddle of shit and that I’m having a hard time getting out. Nor do I need people to agree with me when I say that someone’s this and that out of extreme frustration. That’s just sad. It makes me look like I can’t handle my issues and I need people on the internet to come to my side and buff me up. I don’t need anybody’s pity by replying to my posts with words of encouragement and agreement. I’d rather have someone—just one—to hear me out. With that being said, I will now jump to my soft bed and watch an episode of my favorite show.