Oh no, Not Again!
Let me rant! We had our Nego midterms this afternoon. It was a modified take home exam – the proctor gave it to the class at 12 and we had to turn it over by 3. We were allowed to go to the library and discuss among ourselves how to answer the problem. There were 2 problems, the 2nd one can easily be finished. Konting bola lang okay na. But the first, oh the first was nose bleed material. It took me and my 4 other block mates 2 ½ hours to just untangle the super complicated story of this guy (Moe) who had double-personality disorder and seriously thought he had a twin (Joe) who were both car sales men. A bill of exchange enters the picture, such bill had a forged indorsement, subsequently indorsed partially with the drawee company honoring the instrument. It was later on sold at a discount and the check which bought the original bill was sold at a discount, crossed, and as it was about to be negotiated by the collecting bank, a stop payment order was issued…yadiyadiya…
I couldn’t believe we were actually answering such a test. I wanted to die. I wanted to smoke. I was cursing the prof for giving such a test where there seemed no correct answer. To aggravate matters, we had this sneaky feeling he wasn’t going to check it anyways. Argh. I’m half-expecting him to show up for class on Monday just to say it was all a joke. Haha, joke. Thanks to the Fuzzy, Mario and CJ for not allowing me to smoke.
And since I’m on a roll, allow me to say that the feeling of being taken advantage of is the second worst feeling in the world for me. Ang tanga-tanga ko kasi sometimes. I hate how some people milk your kindness for all it’s worth because they know they’ll get away with it. And stupid me lets them get away with it. And the thing is, the things I should be remembering about them (how they’ve hurt me in the past, how kapal and kupal they were) are exactly what I forget. Shet lang. I want to learn. Please make me learn.
Obiter: You know how people say “I don’t deserve you” or “you deserve someone else” when breaking up with you or letting you go? I’m sure you know by now it’s all baloney. You don’t say that to people you love. It’s a cop-out, a “I’m-breaking-your-heart-by-taking-the-high-road” kinda shit. You don’t let people you love go. And you know how other people, right after a break-up people can have the gall to say “oh, let’s be friends”. That’s the “I-don’t-particularly-like-you-now-(maybe-because-there’s-someone-new-or-I’m-not-over-someone-yet)but-just-in-case-all-this-doesn’t-happen-for-me-you-can-be-there-to-pick-up-the-slack” kinda shit. It’s not fooling anyone. I wonder how any thinking being can still use the line (and have it work for him). In How to Make an American Quilt, one of the lolas there said that when you can be friends with an ex, it’s either you never really loved him or you’re not over him yet. It’s usually the first.
All abusers and advantage-takers, die.
