for once and for all…

His Most Serene Ingrateness

Associate Justice Kenneth Vincent
Beldua was sophomore BSLM nobody who made scene last year at my own expense to
propel his ambition to be SMAdZU president when his first goal of becoming
Chief Justice busted like a pricked balloon.

  When the then Pepito administration
was just starting, this Beldua sent a letter with the intent of asking Mellun
Pepito to name him as either Ombudsman or Associate Justice, something unheard
of in the history of Ateneo. But Mellun had reservations about him and was suggesting
Lordhance Cruz instead, I personally insisted on my wish. Now I remember, “Be
careful what you wish for, it might come true.”

 Fast
forward, Kenneth amazed the entire Office with his plagiarized knowledge of
political science and the arts of law and drafting resolutions that would put
to shame court documents. I honestly felt he was going to eclipse me with his
sashay of Culianan aristocracy. He never denied that he wanted to be Chief
Justice but I never expected he wanted it while I’m still here!

 While I
was in Davao for an ACCESS activity (it was sembreak), Kenneth was already
drawing up the plans to oust me. Basing from
the complaints of the volunteers, Paulo’s petty issue and the Ateneo Idol
controversy, he lobbied, authored and later on presided over the trial he so
wished to have. And the ever-on-a-recess House of Representatives granted him
one of only three quorums they had for that year to verify what my case. Later on
they thought that it was just going to be a committee hearing, not really an
impeachment. Coming from the people which include: Raisa Ponce (graduating cum
laude), Al-Zhoheir Hajim (cum laude and champion debater), Emann Ascano
(debater and ADU Presidentiable), Kishra Dawabi (defender of SACSI) and Mark
Harun (current SMAdZU President), one can imagine how a sophomore BSLM allergen
made them a heap of crap.

 Unfortunately
for him I had erstwhile debate demigod Henry Segovia as my counsel and we
pricked Kenneth’s balloon of a dream. But the chauvinist megalomaniac had the
temerity to run for the presidency with the false assumption that he will win.
(Actually he did, among Management students alone and to Keeshia, of course)
Honestly, I also surfaced my name as one of the possible nominees just to test
the waters and you know what that Beldua brazenly told me to stop me from
running? : “I don’t want you to experience defeat ba Madame.” So Kenneth, how
was the experience?

 But he’s
not yet done, I don’t know what diabolical power he used to enchant Sheena
Tajala to vote for Neanderthal Robie Jone Lim as House Speaker (imagine the
minority party winning it). The worst is yet to come. But I’m ready, once is
enough, twice is too much.

 What a shriveled psoriatic bitter old pill you
are.

 

The thief with the
blonde highlights

 Disgraced former Education
Academic Organization president, Noel Mark Torralba received a gold medal for
service this year. I received a certificate. Three years of service ditched for
a year of pretentious attention-calling “service” of a transferee. I’m not
bitter, I am revolting! Fine, why cry over spilt milk.

 Rewind,
he stole my mobile phone last February 13 (Valentine’s Eve). Actually, Espie
and I had already doubts that he was the culprit. He was the only person left
in the Office the day my phone was gone. He helped to look for, appeared
genuinely concerned about me. He never opened his bag and he was clutching it
for dear life. I was at a lost, I never thought of asking him to open it. (hmmm…
what if I did ask him? And I found it there? I might have slapped so strong,
his dentures would surely fall off)

 I admire
the nerves of this STD-stricken Noel, the days following the “loss” of my
phone, we would have our lunch meals together and even snacks. He even became a
common feature of the Office, feeling like it was his own. I noticed the this cell phone-snatcher in
Ateneo uniform increasingly became conceited when he criticized SMAdZU when he
had access to glues, stapler, cartolina, bond paper and the telephone just like
any other officer. In some occasions, he would let advertise the Office as the “place
where you can find him” and he even made my desk his “baggage counter”. Just imagine
that.

 All the
while he was enjoying my N7610.

 I tried
asking over and over again to categorically know why he stole my phone, Espie
trying to explain in his ADU-acquired English made things more cryptic. He simply
said Noel had a “blackout”. Can I hear something better from that thief?

 Is “blackout”
telling me (after I was discharged from the hospital where I was confined for hypertension
stage 1) that it was karma that I lost it since I was fooling people to be my
textmates? And reply to my textmates the very night he stole it? And get their
phone numbers? And keeping my ATM # and Pin code in his contacts? Is “blackout” texting me using my own phone?

 Spare his
family, he said. Noel let me remind you what you said to me when I asked you
why my phone was in your bag: “Muri pa
myo nana pati dimiyo nana Mar, hinde yo guilty.” I am sure that once they
found out about their thief of a son, they’ll wish to see you dead. And you can
manage to laugh with our classmates like nothing happened? Sorry but I’m not
done yet.

 To Henry
(akala n’yo ang linis n’yo), Espie (Mar, your promise), Lei (I hope Mar you can forgive him) and to
the Dean (We’ll make it fair for you), I
pray this would not happen to you because if it will, these words will end up
at the mouths where it came from.

 Noel, I
don’t get mad. I don’t cry. I get even.

 And
what was it you always say, con su
poniendo.

 Just die,
will you, please?

 

 

 

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