Hair-Brained Schemes: Part 2

today's musical inclination: Kitchie Nadal - Huwag na Huwag Mong Sasabihin
-"Oh...
'Wag na 'wag mong sasabihin
Na hindi mo nadama itong
Pag-ibig kong handang
Ibigay kahit pa kalayaan mo..."
-I know other people don't exactly get it, but I like Kitchie Nadal. I really do! I mean, her songs are good. At least I find them to be really good... plus she's cute... and she's got a really sexy voice... and I think she's supposed to be smart or something. You see? What's not to like?
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Kitchie

*bgm plays*
Maalaala mo kaya...
Dear Ate Charo...

Ok let's drop this. I mean, the whole Maalaala thing anyway.

Yesterday was crazy... no wait. It was a little more than that. It was insane, and I mean, absolutely insane. Of course, I shall elaborate. (you knew I would)

My Monday schedule was pretty much fixed by Sunday afternoon. I would go to DPS first and help Kxia prep for the press con, maybe catch up with my third year adviser (she got into her MA in educational psychology by the way, so once again, congratulations) then head home. A little later, a friend of mine asks if we can play Warcraft in the afternoon. I said ok. A little later still, she says they have some sort of business venture to take care of, so maybe we could just hang there instead. I just agreed to everything. I didn't care. I had all the time in the world.

After my short stop at DPS, I waited at the eternal tambayan of true blue Dilimanians, McDo Commonwealth. None of my friends had arrived even after I had finished my lunch, so I decided to hit the nearby arcade. I met my friend RB there, so we decided to come back down to McDo and wait for the others. Somewhere in between our Kjwan and Yellowcard sound trips, he told me something that should have made me head for the door and run like hell. (though I did not, of course) This business, apparently, was the same blasted pyramid scheme that some girl tried to get me into about a month ago. I thought It'd be ok, because I assumed my friends who were in the network would go do their business while I would hang out at Megamall with my other friends who weren't in the network until it was time to go home. No worries right?

Wrong. When we got there, not only were we a ride or two away from Megamall, we were also supposed to stay for their seminar, apparently. "That's the whole purpose of us going here!" said my friend. It turns out she had gotten herself involved in this thing and had put it off for quite some time. Her friends who had recruited her were starting to get pissed off. We (my friends and I who weren't in the network) were there not really to be recruited but merely so my friend could say, "Ayan o, meron naman akong mga prospect eh, mahirap lang talaga na i-convince silang sumali..." Translation? She had dug herself into a hole and we were there to pull her out.

This pissed me off. A lot. Maybe I didn't like being lied to. Maybe I felt like I wasted my whole day. Maybe I was just really looking forward to buying Kitchie Nadal's album while the other peeps I was with were doing God knows what in God knows where. Bottom line? I wasn't gonna waste another nanosecond in that place.

To be fair, we did try to help at first. We were gonna stay for the seminar and jet, just to really convince those other guys that my friend had us semi-hooked. But no, we all felt like going home. I was the only one who spoke, but I swear, I was speaking for all of us. Naturally, confrontations were unavoidable. I kinda snapped at my friend for wasting our time. I didn't mean to, and at the time I don't think I sounded mean at all, but looking back, I guess I kinda was.

There was talk. A lot of talk. One of my non-network friends tried to sort the whole thing out. There was more talk. I really didn't know what about or why. I was just chilling under a lamppost with a couple of my other friends. All three of us were complaining and wishing we had just stayed home instead. Finally, it was time to go. Thankfully, not only did we retain our non-member status, we also got to trudge right to Megamall so that I could try and grab that Kitchie Nadal album.

Shortly after arriving at Megamall, my friend apologized. I apologized too. I guess I overreacted then. It's not like I wasn't empathic to their cause. I was. I knew exactly what it must have been like, especially since money is concerned. I understand that sometimes people get a little desperate. (which is not to say that my friend's attempt was desperate; I would have done the same thing I guess)

But, well, what can I do? I don't care much for these things. The thing is, I have more money than I can spend. I don't need to earn more, but I don't want to lose any either. That's why I have more money than I can spend. Know what I mean? That doesn't mean I don't believe in taking risks. I do. I believe in taking calculated risks. Things like that scheme? Just too unstable for my taste. But hey, you wanna get rich quick? By all means try. If you do, I'll be happy for you. Just do your best to leave me out of it. Well, that is, unless charity from you to me is involved... *wink wink*

In retrospect, the day turned out ok. Even though we only walked around Mega and eventually had dinner, it was kinda fun. We had to squeeze through one of the last trains home at the MRT, where we made fun of stupid deodorant or feminine napkin commercials with pretty much the same setting. When I got home, I knew exactly what I would do. (after taking a shower of course, since all that walking left me in a most unpleasant hygenic state)

I got into my room, turned up the airconditioner, and played a rousing, muted game of "Yu-Gi-Oh! Stairway to the Destined Duel" on my GBA-SP while listening to Kitchie Nadal wail away with her guitar...

Oh... 'wag na 'wag mong sasabihin...
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Completely wrong thought of the day: May boyfriend na daw si Iya?! Nakalimutan ko na yung pangalan kase wala naman talaga akong pakialama dun. *hack cough Drew Arellano cough 'di ako sure sa spelling* Daw ha, daw. Hindi ko alam kung totoo. O hinde... hindi ito maaari... huhuhu!!! Pero ayos lang. Andyan pa naman si Kitchie eh... *grins smugly*

My sister says if I like somebody, the type that I'm attracted to that person just by looking at them, about 60% of the time they'll like me too. That's because of a little something called pheromones. These are these chemical things that attract other people to us and vice-versa and such and such. Obviously I know a great deal of the details. Now, real quick, how many girls in how many are sure to like me? Three out of five? Nope, sorry. By using the short-hand method of calculations, at least one in five girls that I like should like me too. Know how I got that? Well, 60% is 6 out of 10. So 6 out of 10 girls like me, right? If you split that 10 into two groups of five, that means the six gets split too. There's one group of five girls who all like me, and another group where only one of the girls likes me, since there is one girl left over from the six that like me. So there. I have to find five girls that I really, really like. At least one of them ought to like me too... hahahahaha...

Note: When larger numbers are used, the results get to be... well pretty depressing. If I use 100, the result turns from 1-in-5 to a dismal 10-in-25. (even if you drop one to make 25 even, 10 is smaller then half of 24, which is 12) That is why I opt to stick with the second smallest possible formula, which has just the right touch of optimism. The smallest, of course, is 1-in-2 (taken from 5-drop-1), which is way too optimistic to actually be realistic. So there. I must find five girls that I really really like. Some would go as far as to say it's luuuv. Real love. As the saying goes, happy hunting... ohohohohohoooo!!!!!

Well I wouldn't have to find five girls if only... *gets tackled and sedated* ooohh... *BLAG!*