My mom tells me I used to love fish. I always asked for it when I was only a wee lad. But one tragic accident kept me from loving fish forever. A bone got stuck in my throat. Yes. So fish no more!

I don’t really hate fish. I just don’t like eating it. I don’t want to go through the hassle process of “deboning” my throat again. I eat canned fish (tuna or sardines), sashimi, and other stuff but I don’t want to eat the “traditional” fish ever again (but I can be forced!).

So why talk about my rejecting fish?

Anyway, I do not like any activities associated with fish. DO NOT LIKE. Not HATE. I don’t like feeding fishes. I do not like cleaning aquariums. And I certainly do not like fishing.

I do not fish. Oh, I’m not talking about the fishing that involves a rod. I’m talking about a different kind of fishing. Get it?

I am experiencing a heavy case of academic pejoration. I don’t study! And recently I just received (read on a wall, rather) my Geo class standing. It was quite acceptable if you have mediocre standards, but if you breathe the same air that a very well-selected class breathes then you might as well hike up your skirt and prepare to get wet. My grade belongs to the bottom half of the bracket. I don’t care if you don’t understand I don’t give a damn. I’m depressed.

To things make things worse, Bio sucks. We just discussed all the things I’ve learned (not all, I’m just exaggerating) in my high school Biology in 90 minutes. Yes. Though not in detail. But the scope was similar.

To make things worser, I don’t perform well in class. Shit. When I received my latest quiz result I immediately put it away. I didn’t even get half of it right but as usual, because I live with modern geniuses (one way or another) they all started talking to each other about the HIGH scores they got. Nice. So you can imagine how stupid I felt at that moment. Gosh I’m dumb.

To make things worserer, one genius asked me about my score. So I just said that I got a low mark. Do you know what the genius replied? The genius said I was fishing. Fishing!

I do not fish. If I say something about myself, I mean it even though I sound mean to myself. If I say I have an almost negligible score then I really do have a negligible score. I do not falsely put myself down just to hear others’ praises. I don’t need others to confirm my self-worth. I don’t need others to console me because I did something dumb. If this is the kind of culture these high-born people have then I don’t belong. If what they want is to hear complements just to make sure they’re keeping up, it’s their call. But I’m not like them.

Indi ko parihas sa mga tawo nga ni. Nunca lang nga hambalon nila nga parihas ko sa ila kay lain ang amon gandaku-an. Indi insakto nga paminsaron nila nga tanan nga tawo parihas sa ila kag nagakomporme sa ila gina huna-huna. Untat na nga daan bag-o pa kamo makapamintas sang iban!