You pretend you’re anything just to be adored

The muscles on my upper arms and my upper chest (the part above my breasts) are aching like mad. The push-ups I had to do for P.E. last Monday sure had some dire consequences in store for me. I hate P.E., it’s one of my least favorite subjects. Actually I hate all sports and strenuous physical activity, period. That includes dancing, and was I ever relieved to know there won’t be a cheerleading competition this school year! Annie’s been bugging me to join and I don’t feel like dragging my asses to all those practices and getting my legs sore just for some trophy and one day of gloating. My batchmates make this very big-ass deal about winning and I don’t understand why…although I have to admit it did feel good to win second place last year. But still…dealing with bitchy classmates and horrible bruises on my knees weren’t really all that worth it. I’m not gonna apologize for sounding so pessimistic; this is my online journal after all and if you like more cheerful stuff you can go somewhere else. But really, I don’t have too many fond memories of the people in school who aren’t my friends.

While we’re on the subject of the things that irritate me, I’d like to say that the entire concept of high school fraternities irritate me very much. Ugh. Talk about eau de testosterone! Glyka’s fraternity guy friends act all macho and shit just because they belong to a certain frat but I bet if I was a guy and about a hundred feet taller I could beat them all up with no problem at all. Plus, they think they look sooooo astig (cool) in those big pants and spiked hair and I think I’ve already mentioned about a million times how much I hate those big pants. I totally don’t see the point of frats. In order to get initiated, you get beat up by the frat members whom you will later call “pare” and whom you will turn to when someone is pissing you off and you’re too chicken to beat him up yourself. I think guys who join high school fraternities join just to prove that they’ve got dicks or something. Which is very un-cool because you don’t have to do all that violent shit and wearing-the-jacket-and-the-beanie-in-the-mall-despite-the-tropical-climate shit just to prove that you’re a man.

Then there’s this other fraternity called OBP, but this one’s co-ed. For the initiation, you’ve got two options: the sarap (the easy one) or the sakit (the painful one). For the sakit option, you get beaten up by the existing frat members (for the girls, you get slapped around by thefemale frat members). For the sarap option however, you get to have sex with an existing frat member of the opposite gender. Hmm, I suppose everyone chooses the sarap option. I mean, would you want to get beaten up if you could have sex for free? Go figure. Once you become a member, you are waaaaay above everyone else. For OBP is the most powerful fraternity of them all, and a lot of people are dying to get in.

The entire point of fraternities are stupid. All you ever do is make tambay at the mall (err, hang out), look tough, beat or stab an enemy once in awhile, then stand around and look tough again. It’s such a ridiculous thing but I have to admit, it’s fascinating and intriguing as well. I have no desire to join a fraternity, ick. But maybe one day, when I’m a famous and successful novelist, I will write something about high school fraternities in the Philippines.

I’m feeling bitchy tonight. As if you can’t tell.