MAGIS

Over the last week until this day, I started to recover from the fact that I'm not a Magis awardee. Or that's what I thought. Bluntly, I'm not recovering. Each effing day that passes is torture. WHY?! I'll tell you why. It's because there's no closure. YOU ALL MAY TALK ABOUT CRITERIA AND ALL THAT OTHER STUFF BUT THERE'S NO CHANGING THE FACT THAT I, THE PRESIDENT OF THE CLUB, THE ONE THAT NAMED IT, REVOLUTIONIZED IT, LED IT WILL NOT BE GIVEN THE MAGIS AWARD AND INSTEAD, THE PERSON WHOM HE SHARED HIS IDEAS WITH, WILL.

There's no point in arguing. Club name? My idea. Polo shirt? My idea. Website? My idea. Aggressive recruitment scheme? My idea. Advertisement? I'm present. I even opened my house for that project. Bukidnon thing? I was there early to help load the carts. But I'm just not selfish with my ideas. I SHARE MY IDEAS. My only problem? I don't tell that it's my idea. Pa-humble effect as you might call it. But the effect really, is people think that we both did it and since he gets to make them, he gets more credit for them. My lesson for you?

ALWAYS GET CREDIT FOR YOUR IDEA. HECK, THAT'S WHAT PATENTS AND COPYRIGHTS ARE FOR.

I just feel bitter. Sorry if the eau of negativity spreads because of this. But really, that's how I feel. What would you feel if you gave your time, your ideas, your resources, for this club? You'd feel bitter too, right? That's just life. That's the way the cookie crumbles. That's how important it is to kiss up to the moderator. I didn't. Where will I be this Thursday? I'd be playing violin alongside a band. I'd be a nobody. Recognitions are there to inspire. My inspiration? none. My passion? to show these numbnuts that they are MISTAKEN. I've done that numerous times before. I don't see any reason why I can't rise up to the occasion this time.

So for all the people who made my efforts vaporize, that's what you think. I know that fundamentally, I led, I inspired, I did more and there's NO CERTIFICATE THAT I'LL BE DEPRIVED OF THAT WILL CHANGE THAT FACT. As for the Certificate? LAMINATE IT, FRAME IT, EVEN EAT IT. IT'S ALL YOURS. for my certificate is right here in my heart and soul. What does it say? MAGIS.

disclaimer: all people who think that they're pointed out in this blog, think again. Your reaction might just very well be this blog's affirmation. Stop yourself from making the most stupid mistake of your life. (besides if you take out your anger against me physically, remember, i'm not a jiu-jitsu black belt for no reason).

'nuff said.