This is some sort of record for me… 😄
This is some sort of record for me… 😄
This is one of those times when I can say that my blog makes some sense… I’ve, actually had this saved in my phone for quite a few now. The first time this go into me was during the previous elections…
Politics is now once again a real hot topic here in the Philippines – though, it’s not like it’s fire ever died down. It’s always been a hot one. But I’m thinkin’ it’s increased its being an issue these days since the 2010 Presidential Elections is about to come. I’ve heard that the start/end, whichever is correct, of the filing of candidacy is this November 2009 – which is soon. I’m betting that players are not hot on each other and already aching to choose their representatives.
But the thing is, there’s always been that talk of a charter change. They’re all saying that it is for the extention of the term of PGMA. Stories are like, they’re pushing it to the houses so that it’ll be approved before an election takes place. The people in the administration are not yet pondering on who to elect but on how to extend PGMA’s term – that’s according to the stations.
On the elections, I wonder how real it can get. It’s like the previous one was really very crazy. Vote buying too evident; with news of votes costing up to 1.5k Php each – and that’s just for the SK chairs. This time, I’ve been thinkin’ of this, I’m wonderin’ how much the votes are gonna cost – this s gonna be a national election. I’m thinkin’ bigger. Call it funny but this has crossed my mind. Maybe soon, instead of having a meeting de avance, however you spell it, we’re gonna have vote auctions. Where, whoever’s willing to sell their vote and the candidates will, literally, have an auction for those votes…
The Knightingale will keep watching…
It’s just something I remembered from, I think, two days ago. Well, I’m not really the emo-type but someone in here just had fun teasing someone emo when she actually ain’t one…
Talkin’ ’bout an emo motto: “Together we die, divided we live…” I can just laugh!
And when emo gets a new meaning it’s: “extremely melodramatic organism.” As for me… “extremely melodramatic one.”
Now, I’m actually wondering when you can call one an emo..
At the infirmary
Now I’m actually more convinced that the people at the university, most of ‘em, don’t actually know there jobs – or don’t know what they’re doing.
I had the chance to visit the infirmary and just learned how sucktacular it is. I had to get a medical certificate for my two weeks of absence and I wasn’t really certain if they can make me one. Anyway, I tried. The nurses actually know what they’re supposed to be doing. They asked me what I needed to do to get the certificate and made me fill up some form and go to a nurse to have my blood pressure taken. They actually told me that they ain’t too certain we can get one for the dates I was out cuz I didn’t get to them when I was sick and I have no record in the place. They were willing to try cuz it was actually obvious that I had chicken pox cuz of my scars. So we tried. I got the form with me and I only had to get it signed by the doctor – the one who’s much too sucktacular. I had to tell ‘em to change the date cuz it’ll be pretty useless if those were the dates to be displayed. I got assisted by one of the nurses to the doc’s room and here goes:
Me: Doc, can I have the date in this form changed? It’ll be pretty useless if it this date will be the on posted here.
Nurse: Yes. Can you have the date changed cuz it’s obvious she’s had chicken pox cuz of her scars
Doc: No cuz it’s protocol. I can’t have it changed to the date you want cuz you weren’t here and you didn’t have us get you diagnosed.
Me: I didn’t bother to come here cuz I was at home.
Doc: (shouts) Then, it’s your fault. You should’ve come here.
Me: It’s a two-hour drive. Why will I come here just to get a medical certificate from you? I wasn’t able to get one from our place cuz I didn’t even go to a clinic.
Doc: (still has his volume raised) Then, why did you go home?
Me: I was already there before this came.
Doc: (volume’s still raised) Then, it’s not our fault. It’s your entire fault. You should’ve come here when it started.
(I go out of his friggin’ office)
(At the reception desk)
Nurses: (sounding like they’re tryna comfort me) Anyway, we just tried cuz sometimes he allows it. But it’s not really always. It’s actually really obvious you had chicken pox. You still have scars.
Me: Yeah, anyway. I’ll have to go to our place to just get it from out RHU.
And I got outta the infirmary and I was like, “Was he really a doctor?! I thought, doctors are supposed to act nicely towards their patients.”
I wanted to tell him that and also, “Are you really a doctor? It’s more like, I only have scabs and scars now and you’re supposed to be a doctor so you should know how long it takes before the blisters of this kinda disease turns into scabs and scars. How stupid are you and your friggin’ protocol exactly, huh?”
And if he tells me that was much to disrespectful, “Do you actually know what respect is? It’s more like, I’ve been told that if you wanna be respected, you ought to know how to respect other people first. And, no, shouting at other people, especially that you’re a doctor and I’m a patient, is definitely not called respect.”
It really makes me wonder how much more sucktacular this university can get. Their teachers, nope, instructors, most of them, don’t know how to teach – the exact reason why I don’t call ‘em teachers. Some of them ain’t got no idea what they’re doing. The clerks ain’t welcoming or don’t know how to attend to their clients. Librarians don’t know how to interact with students. And now, I’ve learned that they’ve got a doctor who doesn’t know what a doctor ought to do. Oh, jeez! What’s next?! Some instructors here are already much too condescending. I can just wonder…
It’s not like I’m too concerned that I didn’t get to convince them to give me the thing I needed and that’s why I didn’t like it. What I do not like is the behaviors and attitudes of their faculty and staff. Yeah, I can just wonder…
This one’s from the MMS’s saved at my phone.
CUL bus vs. van I’m riding
This one’s during one of my trips from the school back to my place. I usually sleep in the van, or whatever ride I’m in. I slept rather early during that ride and woke to “whoa! That’s a bus!”
Yeah, the ride was going pretty well until we came to that one-lane road. It’s on construction so one lane can’t be used. When I opened my eyes, I saw a bus in front of me. I was like, “Hey, what’s up!” Uhm, I was at the front seat beside the driver’s seat. Maybe I woke up due to the screech of the tires or something like it. Fortunately, the bus and our van didn’t really collide. It was good that our driver was careful ‘nuff not to be driving so fast in that area. It was a pretty sharp curve with the cliff to the right and the mountain to left. Our ride wasn’t really at fault. It was the bus’s driver. He wasn’t careful enough to give a signal that they were there and was going on a speed not really safe for the other vehicles he can encounter in that zigzagging unsafe area. Yeah, we were fortunate ‘nuff not to have major collision with a darned huge bus.
Uh, yeah. But that wasn’t the kind of rest I can like. It’s more like I was forced to do it. Yeah, I wanted to rest – I needed it, a lot of it. Sort of I needed a break -a lot of it. But the thing is I was forced to rest cuz of some darned chicken pox…
Anyway, I got my rest. Too bad I missed out a lot on school and left a lot of work…