Last Friday, my Religion group and I spent most of the afternoon going to some parts of Quezon City to accomplish our investigative report on the morality of homosexual marriage (I hope writing that won’t lead this blog to top homosexual marriage searches in Google). First, we went to the University of the Philippines to interview the homosexual-activist group Babaylan. Before we went to Palma Hall and searched for the group’s shack, we passed by the university parish and tried to seek to interview their famous running parish priest. But we weren’t able to get an interview so we went to Palma Hall. Soon enough, we found a pink shack garlanded with flowery curtains and stuff. It was intimidating of course. They really were…gay. Effeminate men. Maybe it’s just the little homophobic side in me. So anyway, we went on with the interview. And they were very cooperative and sharing.

After going to the state university, we headed to Quezon City Hall and interviewed some random people in the streets.

Over-all our investigation day was very satisfying and I had high hopes on how really good our report will turn out to be.

Before heading home, I went back to school and attended the Days with the Lord Batch 191 as a part-time staff.

Anyway, come Sunday, I went to Francis’s place where we edited our video report. Unlucky the day was, the computer which Francis used for editing videos was malfunctioning big time. We had a very unproductive time but even though, we did accomplish some things including my voice-overs. I left his house at 8 in high hopes of presenting our report tomorrow.

Come today Francis didn’t arrive in school. My group and I were frantic as to what to do with our report on Religion period. By some unlucky string of events, my cellphone got confiscated by a former teacher, and my ID was lost. Anyway at least by some miracle, we survived our presentation with my skills. And with only that, I am very thankful.

I am very disappointed at Francis but the hell, he worked a lot and what could have happened had he not done any of the things he did.

I missed the school shuttle home because I had to take my make-up long test for social studies. You see, I really don’t feel like commuting when the school shuttle leaves me. I just often hire a cab home. There’s some sort of shame in my part to take a jeepney when I’m wearing my Ateneo school uniform. I know that’s really pathetic, I hate it, but I do that. So today, I told myself to get rid of that shameful hiya. I commuted home today in my school uniform. It may be a small thing, but I’m proud of it.

Tomorrow after school my Religion project group and I will be around the University of the Philippines to interview some groups for our investigative report (video) on the morality of homosexual marriage. We already found a gay group and we’ve already set an appointment to interview them.

Rene keeps talking about his problems with the prom. So I guess it brings me to talk about it too.

I always tell myself that I don’t need to have a date for the prom. I don’t have the guts to ask anyone. The closest to girls I get are my gradeschool classmates. This is what I get for going to an all-boys school. I don’t really meet and befriend girls when we have soirees or interactions or parties because I’m always a lot younger than they are. So there. But somehow, I feel extremely pressured to show up with a date on March 29. I came close to even asking one of my classmates to hook me up with one of his many girl friends. This is pathetic, I know. But what do you think should I do? It would be nice to have a date. But I don’t want to bring a date for the sake of having one. It’s ridiculous. It shouldn’t be like that right? You should bring a date who you know and are comfortable with, someone who will be your company throughout the night. A real girl FRIEND. Oh well…

We had the semestral reading of honors this morning. And I was a second-honor awardee together with six other people in class. Anyway, boring stuff.

We had org period this afternoon. Beforehand, I was already apprehensive because I knew what today was. It was the election day for the org officers. For us in the magazine, it isn’t really elections. People apply for the position they want and they get screened. Since our senior editors will be gone by next school-year, the positions will be vacant for us junior editors. So you know, not that I’m doing a jele jele bago quiere, but I’m really not comfortable being pressured to be associate or managing editor, even editor in chief. It’s daunting really. And now all us junior editors are being screened. So, let’s just see.

Oh, and my mom’s office’s computer technicians came here and tried to fix my network connection dilemma. And the solution they arrived at is to reinstall the entire operating system (Win XP). So I have to back-up gigabytes and gigabytes of files. Uh…

Probably thousands of tricycle drivers are protesting in front of the Presidential palace regarding the issue of banning the 2-stroke motor tricycles in the country. It is in accordance to the Clean Air Act. The exhaust of these tricycles contains a high level of unburned gasoline and lubricant which increases hydrocarbon emissions and fine particulate matter. These pollutants are responsible for serious health effects including heart disease, chronic respiratory diseases and premature mortality. Fine particulate matter is even more harmful because this occurs near ground level where people work and live. Problem is, there’s probably hundreds of thousands of tricycle drivers in the entire Philippines, most of them have tricycle driving as their main source of livelihood. See?

It’s Friday night. A weekend to go before school begins for the year. And I haven’t done a single homework. I can’t get myself motivated at all to do anything but eat and sleep and use the computer. I’m going to cram this weekend, that’s for sure. Oh well.