Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the new editor-in-chief of Tanglaw this year. I'm honored and happy about it, yes, but somehow someone makes me feel so... I dunno, not worthy enough. There's a certain someone in school (he's not a student, but he doesn't have a high position in the campus, either) who's been bugging me even way before meetings in Tanglaw (this year) started. He's really x999999999 annoying. So annoying. Even more annoying than cheesy local variety shows. Even more annoying than Regine Velasquez. Basta. You get the idea.

He attacked the first time 2 or 3 weeks ago when we just started the new school year. He just seemed like he's not in favor of me being the new EIC. So what if I'm not popular?! So what if I'm not an honor student?! So what if I don't talk much?! SO WHAT!? Puh-lease. He can't judge me like that. He's not in the position to do that. But still, I felt like a shrinking violet when he told me those things.

Anyway, when we had our first informal meeting yesterday (Steph - my asst. EIC for the 4th year, and Mrs. Marcos), he was at it again. And it felt like the first time. Again. He told me some stuff and he was kinda implying that I don't have what it takes to take on the job. He made me feel stupid. At first, he even asked, "Ikaw na ba ang editor?!" It's an innocent question but he made it sound so disgusting. Like he REAAAAAALLLLYYYY doesn't want me to be the EIC. And I was like, "I'm not that dumb!! I know how things are operated! I've been hooked on Tanglaw ever since I read my first copy of it way waaaaay back in the 90's!!!!! And I've been a member for almost 3 years! 3 years! OK!? I observed a lot! Even if I don't talk much! HELLO!? Does that ring any bells?! Jeezus Christ."

I didn't say that out loud, of course. I just wanted to punch him. Haaay... I think I'm gonna see more of HIM in the future. Ugh. Hate that guy. It's a good thing I became the EIC or else he would laugh his ass off and tell everyone he was right all along.

I'm not trying to sound boastful or anything, but Tanglaw is my only guilty pleasure throughout my bittersweet high school years. It's painful but fruitful. I learned a lot from it and I'm willing to take it to the next level. And if someone just steps on and shatters my dream, I WOULDN'T TAKE IT. My motto is "If you mess with me, then you're in big trouble" after all, right?