i went to tzu chi today.

it was this chinese thingy, charity whachamacallit, a love for peace-slash-peace for love drama. politically correct statement would tell a normal human being that the tzu chi foundation is an unscathed humanitarian organization bringing goodness to an evil world.

this time, tzu chi is bringing oh-so-yummy goodness to my alma mater, tabaco national high school, holding this unbelievably BIG charity bazaar, the estimated proceeds of which [20 million pesos] would completely go to the repair of our school which was RAPED by Reming last year.

the bazaar was big. and by big i mean, really big. like, BIG big. anyhoo, un-logic aside, it was full of these stalls selling stuffs like fake Legos and old Time magazines. there was this long drama behind how my HS was chosen to be helped by this tzu chi 'family', and it is a BAD drama.

my former schoolpaper adviser harrassed me to go there...in text. can you imagine that? text harrassment..anyway, i went there because my former principal [who gave me loads of work to do back when i was in high school] requested me to write a feature about it, stuffs like goody-goodness, the love of people, niceness and everything squishy and happy [mind you, i'm DEPRESSED today]. well, for me it wasn't such a big favor, i love my school somehow. the only problem though is that it's in freaking Sta. Mesa, and in the fifteen years of my existence, the hell i have never been there. but i was able to arrive alive. chinese people bought stuffs from my alma mater's booth, they were white and grey, old and young, all with doubtful small eyes. it was their idea of charity. i was there and i stared. it was for my school. i went there and gave back. and there goes my story for today.