The Green Fucking Archers: Of Glaring Correlations and Fallacious Causations

He shows up in the office with that innocent I-am-such-a-christian face and I swear I knew how my day would turn out.


Yes, another green archer. Another god-fearing, i-will-kill-you-with-kindness-before-you-kill-me-with-you-intolerance-of-mediocrity-preaching padrino fanatics. I did not mean that to sound blasphemous (Father, forgive me.).


Green archer goes to work late. goes home early. surfs the net more than he looks at his colleague. doesn't go to work the next day. says he is in a meeting. shows up the next morning. claims he's going to the meeting again. colleague asks status of his previous meeting. green archer says he wasn't able to meet client due to client's unavailability. ugh. colleague of course knows he's lying but she lets him go. green archer goes to the client. makes a lousy sales presentation. calls colleague up for help. colleague takes the account and irons out green archer's mess. green archer takes the credit. FUDGE!


here's an itemization of the things I seriously should know:


1. is Padrino system part of your curriculum?
2. do you blatantly teach mediocrity as a subject?
3. do you make your students buy this self-help book on "how to get out of trouble through lies"?
4. is English a major subject?
5. do you teach your students that religion is a survival strategy?


I know that by the above rhetoric, i am completely making a huge fallacy. But forgive me for my inability to disregard the huge similarity.



*hate me. oh please do. that way, we're even.

who knows who?

If I have known you well enough...


...you probably added an email functionality that prompts you whenever I write blogs. At first, you'll find all the reasons to resist reading this. The notification email will just stay in your inbox for days, even weeks. You will not erase it but you won't also give it much attention. You will imagine what i wrote about. You'll sometimes think it's about you and you'll get irritated at the thought that this blog may be one of those hate entries I post about you. You'll also think I may have written about another guy and this will make you completely think about something else. And then, one day, when everything seems quiet, you'll just randomly type in my blog address and read through this new entry which leads us up to this point of this blog.


If I have known you well enough...


...you're probably smiling right now, partly amused but generally irritated. You're thinking of how vain I am for even writing this blog this way but your curiosity is now more intense than ever. what is the point of all this? You'll keep reading.


And indeed you are.


If i have known you well, you probably believe you know me better than i know you.


And you know what, I wish you're right.

23 turning 12

As the eldest, I have forced myself to emotionally mature faster than I age. I stopped believing in Santa Claus very early and lost my interests in children stories first among my peers.


When I was a kid, I remember choosing the simplest donuts so my brother can get the best-looking one. I knew we weren't rich. I was supposed to know.


I didn't have a barbie doll. I was always given my brother's toys to play with and I was supposed to be okay with that. People expected me to understand these things.


During gradeschool, my brother and I divided one person's worth of daily allowance between ourselves. We only got to have the whole amount during our birthdays. I was supposed to make my brother understand.

And then fast forward.

My first heartbreak took me years to move on from. My dad always emphasized control over one's emotions. I was not allowed to cry.

When my mom and dad separated, my siblings expected me to take care of them and my mom asked me to take her in. The whole family expected me to pursue what's right. I threw my dad off our house to preserve my mom's sanity and to give the rest of my family peace. I was 19.

It was not my choice to be strong. It was the mandate of the situation. In the inside, I'm really just a girl who'd love to believe in Santa Claus again.

If one can give me the chance to be immature...even for just a day, I'd take it in a heartbeat.