a day in the hell hole

note: this is lifted from my journal dated Nov 3, 2005

My mind is a jumble of words. I guess tatay sleep was troubled too with all the ruckus that I created earlier how bad my day in the city turned out today.
My eyes still burn from the tears that flowed freely after I wrote the following text after spying a number of the kids leave the line: "Bless the impatient souls. This afternoon's ordeal was a lot better to what I have been through this morning. Plus the fact that I was well equipped with a large serving of Bob's café iced mocha plus half of Lira's regular one. I think I am ready for anything…except that I feel like I need to expel some of the water that I have imbibed. What
a bummer!
I'm exhausted to the bone and I felt like trashing this morning especially when after painstakingly taking my place in the loooong queue, almost 20 dark souls cut me off for clearance signing at the Registrar's window. Realization dawned on me when a woman, supposedly
revered for her groups holiness (having set apart from the other believers so they can serve the lord in poverty and chastity) came from nowhere and cut me off too. As in! No wonder their students displayed the same degree of barbarism!
At least now I got to sit while waiting for my turn at the 'load validation' window. I wanted to do the right thing …and I did.I patiently waited in line. I wanted to correct what is wrong. I did and
failed miserably. What the hell is wrong with this world? Wala gid ya disiplina (discipline is amiss). The folly of democracy. I think what we need is anotherdictator. But let that happen when I'm out of the Philippines."
I wrote this in between reading Jessica Zafras's Twisted Flicks. Little did I know that a bigger surprise has lain in store for me three agonizing hours later. I left LCC at about 12:30 noon for lunch. I took my chance at finding Beth at the apartment but I have no such luck. I found the door doubly secured but the lights on at the porch. Bad business. So I left, dejectedly, and decided that I'd like to have Chinky's spareribs for lunch, which sis and myself enjoy so much but I found that I even lost my appetite for that. Just Imagine me losing my appetite because I cant. But I managed to finish it. Then I went to meet Lira and Jao at Robinson's where we had our coffee. While waiting for them, I bought Mae's MYMP and blank cds for my smallville season3.
I was back at lcc and got on the line readily. My gladness with the anticipation seeing that I was only like 10 steps away from the office window was aborted prematurely. Somebody came out
of the room and announced that 'were done for the day. Please come back on Monday.' I was stunned for a spell. I sat still where I was seated processing what sta ana (that was her name) just said. It couldn't be real. I mean, it was so wrong and so unfair, I couldn't have heard right. But when the throng finally started to disperse I realize that I heard her right. I slowly made my way towards her and I might have said something interesting that she gave me her full attention. I remembering saying that if that was the case, then all of those that were left on the queue should be given a priority number for next weeks use so that the long wait (gosh three hours was like an eternity, back home nanay could have had an afternoon siesta because I
would have been there to take her chore). Apparently, we think differently. Miles apart different…I lost my cause…miserably.
I left the place so dejected and disappointed and disillusioned, I wanted to be alone yet I wanted desperately to talk to somebody. I was murmuring "stupid" over and over again as a traversed the dark hallway of the high school department on my way to the main gate. I was holding on to the vestiges of my bravado but a call from sis was my undoing. Her timing couldn't be more perfect. I was at the end of the hall adjacent to the staircase. At my first word, I broke down. Thank God the sisters were on austerity, that area was again darkened and quite removed from the public I can howl all I want without arousing curiosity from the bystanders. Before I could make a coherent explanation about my outburst. I know how I sounded. As in I really
cried that soul-wrenching cry. I cried like I never did before (not even after I learned that you-know-who tied the knot-bwahahaha). When all my tears were spent, I laughed about what I just did. But I still hold that resentment…even after I have gone out of the building. My humor
however was restored when I spied the one of the labels in the textile section. It said "span" rayon. Bwahahaha!
You see those things are actually petty. What they lack is system on how to go about with the process. More than that, the issue can be traced back from the management itself. They are blind to the fault of their organization and that is sad. The sadder thing is if somebody attempts to make them see things, they chose to look at the other way. And I'm afraid that there is no hope for them.
I have expected the student council to have a hand in easing the ordeal of the student body. I remember my registration day during freshman year, an upper class from tau gamma helped me out in filling out my form. He even led me to the windows for my transactions. His name was manny. How could I forget him? And to think na frat boy yun ha. Well, the SSG should have thought something like that to aid newbies like me or mothers who haven't gone to schools themselves and wanted to make sure that their children enroll. And if that isn't possible, they should have posted what to do where. They should have labeled windows properly. But I guess that was too much to ask for from their caliber. I give up!
Well, I thank God that despite my missing a crucial episode in Amazing Twins (no thanks to their stupidity…I just can't get over it…give me a week or two), I get to drink my favorite coffee, completed my smallville collection. God is good! After all life would too boring without such distractions. I'm ready to retire now. Tomorrow is another day.