I’ve been at breaking point for the past two weeks. Around eight days ago, I called Ateneo de Manila University to see if my application for transferee was granted. I woke up as early as I could, because I knew that there would be a long line of people trying to get in touch with their admissions office. I redialed and redialed. They picked up the phone.
“May I please know the status of transferee for [insert name here], please?”
“Please hold, sir.”
“Okay.” A few seconds pass
“Yes.” I answered.
“I’m sorry, you were not accepted.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Thank you for calling, sir.”
“Thank you.” I put the phone down.
I sat quietly for a couple of minutes, staring at the phone. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The only thing that was going through my head was, how could this happen? I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t accepted. It caught me so much in disbelief that I actually sat in silence. Continue reading “There is no Gold at the end of the Rainbow”→
The eye exam was pretty useless. The nurse was not paying any attention to my recitation of the letters from the eye chart. I know this because I recited a different line of letters e.g. line 6 instead of line 7. Not only that, but she recorded my vision as 20/20 when I was clearly wearing glasses, of which my chances of replacing its lenses for the past 2 years were overlooked. Add to the fact that I recited different letters for each eye, which would then amount to the incompetence of the nurse. I would’ve just done the test myself; it wouldn’t make a difference.
The X-ray was all right; nothing much to say about that. What really set me off was the dentist. The dentist was disgusting. Do you know the dental instrument that has a tiny mirror at the end?
Yeah. That one. Obviously, I was the nth patient. However, the problem was that there was evidence that I was the nth patient, and it wasn’t very tasteful. That’s right, the dentists don’t sterilise their equipment after they use it on a patient. You couldn’t imagine the revolting taste that bust unto my palate when she inserted that rectal taste sensation into my mouth and used it to press down my tongue. You are disgusting and unprofessional, and I hope DLSU reads this and fires you from your position.
I vomited after the exam.
PS. does anybody know what “typical “friends” making a burning building out of a bonfire” means?
Some time ago whilst I was commuting home, our train conductor told us that we has to disembark because they had some technical difficulties. This station was three stations away from where I needed to get off.
The alternative to trains, here in Manila, is to ride a Jeepney. Now the jeepney was first made from the WW2 jeeps that the Americans left as “gifts”. But if you ask me, I they left it behind because it would be too expensive to bring with them, though that rant is for another time.
So here I am with a sea of people on the busy streets of Manila, trying to get the jeepney to get myself home. Try to imagine, you’ve just come from a concert and you want to get home, but all the cabs are being taken by other people. So you end up waiting over an hour, then it rains. That’s what happened to me.
I had some trouble deciding which event I wanted to share, and it came down to two. It was either the time my father left or the time when we were thrown out of our house. But I figured that it would be better to talk about my father and his departure from this family.
So please bear with me because I haven’t talked about this to an open crowd, in fact I think only three of my friends know the full details, at any rate…
The year was 2009 on the month of April. I was home alone watching TV when I heard the door open downstairs. I thought to myself “Is that mom or dad? They’re rather early”. I went back to watching TV, not minding what was going on downstairs. After a few minutes I heard heavy footsteps rise from the stairwell, “oh, it’s dad” I thought. I kept watching TV.
There is one thing that I always regret doing and I’ve been regretting it for about 6 years now I guess? I always thought “what if I never fucked up in High School? What if I actually took my academics seriously?” If you don’t know the history of my high school education… I graduated to high school in Lourdes School of Mandaluyong. I got held back a year there, then after 4 years I got expelled. I went to HSP (kinda like home school, kinda) and I spent two more years there, which shouldn’t have happened since I was only supposed to spend one year then I’d be off to college. But unexpected things happen Continue reading “Something You Always think “What If…” About (30 day Challenge, day 16)”→