Isang Karanasan*

Define wrong timing. You were forced (hehe) to go to a detention center which is far far far away from your office.Your officemate who was supposedly assigned to do the job was absent. Mainit, mausok, madaming tao, no cab wanted to take you to Camp Bagong Diwa (dun ang location ng kulungang nababanggit dito), had to hurry because you had to finish checking visa data entries in the afternoon, had to go to UP for the centennial kick-off, wala ka pang tulog!

So there, I went to the camp, and I had to walk nang bonggang-bongga! And since it was my first time to go there alone, and also to walk around the camp, I didn’t know which way to choose! Lakad, lakad, lakad, I saw a policewoman.

Me: Ma'am, san po papunta ng detention center?

Policewoman: San 'yun?

Me: yung kulungan po....

Policewoman: BG chorva chorva (di maalala yung acronym na sinabi nya, hehe)

Me: 'Yung sa mga foreigners po..

Policewoman: Ah yun nga BG chorva chorva (ulet, hehe). Dalawa kasi yung daan, pwede ka dun (turo sa kaliwa) tas ikot ka na lang, or kung gusto mo malapit, pwede ka dun (turo sa kanan) tas liliko ka na lang, kaya lang medyo madamo at lubak-lubak ang daan dun. (Sabay tingin sa'kin mulo ulo hanggang paa na may halong panghuhusga!)

Ano akala nya sa'kin, lampa! Since I'm not maarte, I chose the madamong daan. (Yuck, may nakakarimarim na pumasok sa isip ko because of madamo. Hahaha.) At last, I arrived at the warden's office na nasa labas lang ng mismong kulungan! Familiar na sa'kin ang mga preso dun. I was expecting that I would just get the file and then larga. But no! I had to get the Korean's fingerprints! Ok then, let's move on to this para matapos na. They called the Korean. I asked for the materials so we could start. At eto ang nakakabaliw, mapapatumbling ka: akala nila ay professional akong kumukuha ng fingerprint, whatever you call that profession. Hahaha. Grabe, muntik na kong magheadstand sa eksenang yun! Luckily, it looked like the Korean is a veteran of getting his own fingerprints so I let him do the job. Kumurap lang ako tapos na sya.

Mission accomplished! Bigla kong naalala ang centennial kick-off. Isa na kong basura nung time na 'yun. Pag punas ko ng tissue, kulay uling talaga sa kapal ng alikabok na kumapit sa'kin. But no, I couldn’t miss that once in a lifetime event! Hilamos 'at paligo ng pabango pwede na, and after work, tantarantantan, hello UP and hello world! Haha. Ganito na lang nag-end ang kwento ko. Hehe. ^_^

Note: I hate my work > I love my work

*Yuck, nakakadiri ang title. Hahaha,

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