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#159: In Fairness

Last Friday was a disaster in more ways than I was able to convey in my last entry. Let me just clarify that I am not lamenting anything and I am not in a state of helplessness. I've always been a believer of going against the flow if you don't like how things are going. Instead of opening your mouth to complain, move your hands and make a change. Then, write an entry.

You see, being in the pub was not the issue. I know it's very easy to say, if you don't want to see people drinking, then don't go to the pub. Not in Sydney, not in the Philippines. (In the same way that if you don't want to see indecently-clad people, don't go to the beach.) It was the crassness in which people whom I thought were more in control of themselves allowed their dignity to get flushed down the toilet. Note that there was a pre-conceived notion that they were more mature, hence, my decision to spend Friday night with them. In fact, all the dirt came out not in the pub but in the wholesome Mexican restaurant wherein we had dinner. Now, there were sane individuals. The people I had previously tagged in my head as 'good apples' remained good apples. Those who showed their true colors that night, I'm actually having difficulty looking at in class this week. It is good to make such a distinction.

Now, as an update, I would like you to know that as early as last week, I've planned this coming Friday night to be different. The beautiful Asian ladies in class plus a couple of severely-screened guys will be doing Japanese dinner, Karaoke and Salsa. Good clean fun. We even made sure that the group was limited to hand-picked people - no additional invitees. No beerheads. No indecent proposers.

Do I regret last Friday night? Well, I said I could've spent time in a better way, but I believe I needed to see those things. I had realizations that night that I wouldn't have arrived at had I not seen all the gore. It was liberating to some extent. It was having enough to now have an excuse not to give the benefit of the doubt to some people. It is knowing which are the rotten tomatoes then being able to throw them out. Harsh? Well, isn't this the process of selection? It is the building block of knowing who will deserve your time, your energy, your Friday nights.

Now Sydney has a plethora of beautiful things to offer. I love it here. I am enjoying it here. But this doesn't change the fact that I am missing my Friday night buddies. And the Tea Latte. (Ask me again when Cofee Bean & Tea Leaf arrives in Australia.)