journal of a struggling vet student

yesterday morning amidst the now hard-pounding pain below my ear, i was able to watch magandang umaga pilipinas on anc and saw the debate between the gorgeous adel tamano and the troglodyte-ous tonypet albano. adel tamano was uber cool and rectified as he deliver his pieces while the other one was so harsh and unprofessional in such an in-your-face manner. i love atty tamano as much as i hate that albano guy. The latter is actually the personification of everything the administraion is--lewd and obnoxious. i wont go with the details of the debate, my mumps is fucking painful again.

 and by the way. add to that my heightened hatred for justice secretary raul gonzalez. like hello?! has the universe turned upside down and thrown its entire rage upon the philippines that IT actually allowed someone so retarded and obnoxious and moronic and ignorant and _______ (put it here) so be the justice secretary?! holy mother of god!! imagine that blunder he did offering the brgy captains of iloilo 10k if they register a 12-0 result on the senatoral elections favoring the administration?! and recently his reprisal against senator lacson--urging the us government to extradite the latter after his alleged connection with the m ichael ray aquino case--after the latter filed a case against him in connection with his beforementioned act of stupid adventurism . josko.. who does he think he is? some demigod instucting some superpower?! puh-leeze.. and that fucking comment he said about UP students being the government destabilizers, adding that good thing he came from UST?! my god, its not our fault he was so dumb to ever pass the upcat during his time. now if only UST could bear all the faux pas her past student has been committing all these years.. tsktsk..

kaloka. sana kunin na sila ni lord noh?

just few hours ago, i was among the myriads of bodies piling among various sections inside a shopping mall in carriedo hoping to secure am nbi clearance before the day ends. it really was such an adventure for me since it was the first time i would have a taste of this government's bureaucracy. and honestly,  was almost disappointed that i was not dissapointed.

i got to carriedo at around 7:15 am. the place reminded me of that which was on pierce brosnan's movie tomorrow never dies with those chinese sign boards everywhere, the streets crowded with tiangge shops which i doubt if legal, and the gazillion people walking, running, selling, buying and wander idly along the crowded streets. being the clueless i am, i waited for 30 minutes outside the carriedo shopping mall whose 3rd-5th floors house the nbi clearance center. luckily the fixer whom i rejected 30 minutes before finally took pity and told me that i was suppose to go to the third floor and get thinhs done for myself. upon reaching the third floor, it took me another five minutes to figure out that i was suppose to buy a stub in order to get an application form. the clumsy in me kicked in and after a few minutes of filling the application up, i had so many erasues alreday that i asked the lady giver of the forms if i could get another one. she took a look at my almost destitute-looking form and told me its alright. to which i was thankful. when i was to pay the P 115 fee after a few minutes of falling in line, the lady cashier ran out of coins that i had to practically go out of the center and get myself some coins. after payment, i had to have my fingerprints marked. the whole process took only like 15 minutes. during the very act i felt my fingers stiffen, that's why i wondered if the messy prints were valid. but whatever. should i murder people in the future and leave fingerprints in the crime scene, at least those messy prints would save my ass. waha. then after that, everything went so quick already. and when i finally laid my hands on my precious nbi clearance, i want to reduce myself to tears. joke lang. the whole process took me only an hour and a half to two hours (the second i stepped inside to the second i got my clearance.)

during those two hours, i realized that nbi clearance bureaucracy was efficient after all. the whole three floors were satisfactorily air conditioned, the clerks were kind  to those who looked smart and learned at least. and things were done fast. hmm.. pwede na talaga. at least hindi ako nainis talaga.

after the whole nbi episode, i took the lrt and a jeepney ride to get myself to sss caloocan. it was so fast i finished verything in 30 minutes. okay na din. but there were many bodies inside, god thing there were only few of us who applied.

then by tuesday, id bring the two of these to doc mickey, get my uniform and intro letter, then go to rustan's katipunan and submit them. tapos start na ako by friday next week!

meet your new Alpo Pet Nutrition Adviser! :) 

so i finally find a new job as a student writer for a firm that produces books intended for abroad. and, i also decided to ditch LOA since it came to me the news saying that come 2010, all UP students will already be paying 1k/unit regardless of batch. now how's that?! if ever i take  a leave of absence for a year and still be able to close all my subjects well when i come back, i'd still be paying 20k+ for two semesters since i'd be graduating by 2011. so much better if i wont pursue the LOA, still close all my subjects well, and graduate by 2010.

now i'm all excited about the coming semester. plus brylle was not able to shift to comm arts. it just made me so joyful.. wahaha.. sorry honey.. :) 

afterwhat seemed to be an eternity of crossing treacherous roads of the urban jungle, i finally, was able to hit my comfort zone. upon seeing jollibee smiling at me with his usual commercial smile, i told myself, this is it, im home.

got another article to proofread. i think i really am enjoying the whole student writer thing. now i just have to know when the paycheck will arrive. :)

tomorrow will be the start of the whole alpo episode. for six consecutive weekends, i'll be dragging myself to Rustan's Katipunan and bullshit people into buying Alpo 2-in-1. Joke. That was the sarcastic me kicking in. But that's basically it anyway. So, while in Lipa, I was working my ass (rather tongue) on the spiel and the notes i took during the seminar in Max's Gateway. And now, i will just have to wait for Doc Mickey's text on where i should meet him for the name plate. God Im so excited.

and oh. one thing more. i really  think song lyrics don't qualify for a blog post but.. hayaan mu na. one time lang to. this classic is the bomb. why this song? hmm.. secretow..

 if i keep my heart out of sight

If I keep on talking now
I'll only start repeating myself
And all I can say is
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

If I slip and tip my hand
I'm certain to scare you away
Then what would I say
I'd be hurting I'm certain
I'd be uncool to let you know that you're the one
The fool who jumped the gun

'Cause I've been advised by other guys
You've left behind
Your goodbyes are somewhat unrefined
But if I play my role just right
Tonight could be my lucky night
And you could be mine

If I present it to you
With a flower in the moonlight
Shiny and new
Well, you couldn't say no tonight
If I keep my heart out of sight

If I play my role just right
Then Tonight could be my lucky night
And you could be mine

If I present it to you
With a flower in the moonlight
Oh, shiny and new
Well, you couldn't say no tonight
If I keep my heart out of sight

the first day at rustan's katipunan was hell and heaven combined.

hell because i had to stand up for eight fucking hours and be intimidated by the conyo people who shopped there. just by the look you can tell they're rich. i dunno. maybe people born with silver spoons n their mouths exude this aura whose distance of reverberation depended on how rich they are. and really, just the eye brows of some of the ladies really scared me. but anyway, i had to do my job. plus they say the greatest rewards actually come from doing the things that scare you the most, so ayun, lapit kung lapit. tanong kung tanong. keber.

well it was heaven because there were people who actually were so nice. like the person i actually mustered the courage to ask first, my buena mano. she was so nice to me that she actually boosted me. to think that i approached her at around 11:30 already, an hour and 30 mins after i set everything. also this girl who really was so nice and makwento about her life and pets. it turned out that her chow died that morning when i asked her if she had pets at home. ayun, she made chikka how sad it was and that how she realized how apathetic she has been to the pets. and boy, she really didin't have a clue about pet care. i didn't take it against her though. ayun, i told her things and it made me feel good knowing that she in turn appreciated everything i told her. at least i felt relevant.

after the shift, with my feet really hurting, i was so annoyed to see it was raining outside (aren't they?) and i don't even have my jacket nor my umbrella. ayun, i waited for an hour beside starbucks. mukha akong pobre, how destitute i was with dirtied white pants and wet undershirt. kawawa naman. when the rain stopped, ayun, nakauwi naman ako sa caloocan. i arrived in bagong barrio at 9:30.

the second day..

i still could not get the hang of it. my feet hurt 4 hours before seven pm and it was so badly painful. and the pet owners were no where!! every time i'd approach someone, he'd say no. come on! ayun, hours passed. twas a good thing ate weng and the other lady were kind enough to chikka with me. tapos, ayun, the yummy creatures kept coming in and i really could no concentrate!! my god.. the people of xavierville are such a yummy bunch. yumyum. :)

on sunday i saw ryan cayabyab. he was a big guy and since i like his songs, i went to him and asked him in all smiles.

"good afternoon sir, do you have dogs at home?"

to which he said,

"no!!!" (malakas.. sabay tawa. shempre ako napatawa din. hindi naman sarcastic yung tawa nya, parang natatwa lang siya. yun lang.)

to which i replied,

"thank you mr cayabyab." (tapos yun, lalo siyang natawa.)

kaloka.

but after the shift, coming out from the comfort room, i saw my reflection on a glass door of a store on the second floor. that was the image of someone so fucking tired, yet happy to have survived the first two days. maybe that really is how a working person looks like. but that time i felt so satisfied. at least i've proven myself capable of earning my own money. plus i had a taste of how it is to actually have a real paying job.

sarap ng feeling.