The Whiner (Chapter I)

This post is a copy of my now defunct Friendster blog. Friendster blog just isn't good, so I migrated all my posts from there to here.

(NOTE: For reasons of discontent, I have heavily edited this piece. This edit was made last April 19, 2007 at 11:06 AM.)

I’m not a whiner, so I usually don’t complain. I hate whiners and perpetual complainers. That’s why I’ve gotten over Jessica Zafra. I admit to having liked her in my first few reads. But those are rightly termed first few read. Lucky for me, I immediately noticed what should be noticed of her: She is a perpetual whiner: she whines like a blender forever blending sour mango and thick ice.

Anyway, I love her short story, "Portents" and her essay "A History of the Geek Civilization." Those are the only writings I remember from her. Everything else seems to be like complaints written for newspaper editors. They are just a few strokes short of death threats to whom it may concern.

Okay, I’ll stop there. I know JZ fans lurk almost anywhere.

But what with JZ? This article is not about her. Ironically, I am using her name to officially announce that this is about the same thing I’m complaining about her: whining. Yes, here in this article — and if you have noticed that this is properly labeled Chapter I, you’ll know that others will follow — I am going to do a lot of whining.

First thing first:

I am announcing to those who need the information that the 2007 National PRISAA is going to be held here in Iloilo. Yes, here in Iloilo. Just a few weeks before the elections. And my, what a circus I think this event will be! A time for politicians to throw themselves in trampolines, to swallow swords, and to make money appear on peoples’ hands from — voila! — nowhere.

(And I had to be interrupted with my writing for 3 hours by a trip to the Iloilo Provincial Capitol to forward letters to SB Members, and then to the University of San Agustin, then to De Paul College, then to Jaro National High School which, to my delightful surprise is named Graciano Lopez-Jaena Memorial High School.) Now what was I supposed to whine about? Ahh, the unpreparedness of those who were supposed to prepare and prepare for this event. I won’t mention names, of course. Nah-ah. I’m zipping my mouth.

So what does one do with lack of time? I cannot complain. I ain’t a complainer. But I’ll be back next week. And with a vengeance.