Some candidates for USC councilors campaigned to my class after the lecture/report/quiz.
It was the typical campaign, and as usual, I was only listening halfheartedly because, as usual, I’ve heard those words before: increased education subsidy, listening to the plight of the students and the nation, etc. Unfortunately, I’m completely desensitized during room-to-room campaigns, not because I’m not interested in what they have to say, but because I feel like I’m not learning anything about them.
So it was to my delight that some classmates had the gumption and passion to ask the candidates questions (I think those classmates are from the opposing party).
I learned more about the candidates, not by the pretty words they said right after they entered the classroom, but by how they answered the questions. It was obvious that they were quite caught off guard. It’s understandable because the questions actually sounded like baiting, like an inquisition. It was amusing, but I felt bad for the candidates, as they didn’t seem prepared to answer.
I think the campaigns will be more effective if people ask questions. I don’t do it because I usually don’t know what to ask, and the questions usually turn into debates that drag on for a long time.
But it’s nice to see the candidates beyond their memorized monologues.
My sister Ate Cats, and cousins Daia and Tracey. decided to go to the last day of UP Fair because Tracey was selling tickets for her org.
We arrived at 7PM. I had a headache, but I really wanted to go. So I popped in a Biogesic and went with them to the Sunken Garden.
As expected, the grounds were very muddy because of the rain. We could hardly blame the organizers, since the rains are unexpected. One of the reasons why the fair is always held during February is because it’s approaching summer: no rain and cool winds. Unfortunately, climate change is upon us and it’s been raining for the past few days. The result is this:
We expected the mud because I’ve been to the fair last Thursday and the situation was much worse (the mud was fresher), so we were wearing the correct footwear. Everyone else was not as fortunate.
The mud didn’t hamper the crowd from going to the fair though. It was a fun night.
Rides Rides Rides!!! It’s been a while since I last enjoyed a perya (locsl carnival). The rides were overpriced (40 pesos, WTF?!) but we went on anyway.
The swings were my favorite
The Perya ferris wheel is by far the scariest ferris wheel ever, not because thestructural integrity is questionable, but because it moves frighteningly fast.
My headache got worse after riding it. But the view was nice.
I’m afraid we ate too much. Daia had 2 shawarma rice. I had 4 isaws. We were broke by the time we were full.
Unlike last year, I wasn’t able to get a place right in front of the stage. My sister doesn’t like tight spaces, and my cousin wanted to eat, so no front seat for me. :(
Beer salute from Datu’s Tribe
Phones and cams
There were a lot more bands, but we decided to leave after Typecast’s gig (1am) because we were dead tired and our ride was waiting. It was one of those moments when I wish I could drive, so we could go home whenever we want. We missed PNE and Kamikazee (ugh). We missed a lot, actually. Moonstar88 was playing as we left the oval.
Then again, the fair happens every year. I have a tradition of watching at least once a year, so I’m not entirely disheartened.