Freya and Saturn

I'll go Carlo Marx (Carlo, not Karl) and write every insignificant detail.

Friday started out right. I woke up at 8am but that's where 'right' stopped. I forgot to get a haircut and get my laundry. I had to buy a new pair of socks because all my other pairs were either in the laundry or used to their limits.

I had to hurry and get a haircut. The barbershop just opened and the barbers were talking about a shooting that happened near the LRT2 station. A thief was running and a young college girl was hit by a stray bullet shot by an overzealous civilian.

I go to that barbershop because of the chair that vibrates and massages your back while you get a haircut. And, because of the 50% student discount.

On the way back, I stopped by the church beside the boarding house and made a deal with God: If I get into UP Med, I'll shave my head.

I went home, took a bath, changed into my only pair of slacks and my only polo shirt that's not in the laundry. The shirt was white. I don't have the best of luck with white shirts. They usually get a stain within a few minutes of me wearing them.

It was a sunny day but I knew it was going to rain so I brought my handy black umbrella with the open/close button. It's a nice toy I bought. You push the button on wooosh, it opens. You push it again and wooosh, it closes. Handy.

I got on a trike and tried really hard not to get my white shirt stained. Halfway to the LRT2 Station, the trike's right wheel locked up and the trike went on a 180 degree turn. My white shirt got a small stain at the back. Well, at least it's small and unnoticeable. The stain's already there. What are the chances that another stain hits? Nil.

Fast Forwards to the 1 o'clock interview. The only really weird questions were: (1) "You're a smart boy. What would be the smartest way to cheat?" and (2) "What do you think of the expression 'Bahala na'?" Both questions hit me from the back. I stuttered and asked them to repeat both questions.

Right after the interview, I felt like I was already in. It was raining.
Thirty minutes later, I knew I had flunked the interview.

M said that everything was okay and that I should be happy that it was over. The next day, after her Paper Defense, I told her the same exact thing. I like the symmetry of it all.

Saturday came and Sid texted me at 4am and asked me if I was coming in. I texted back saying I was coming in at 5pm. I texted again at 5:30pm and told him I couldn't come in. I haven't been there for a week. I wonder if they'll fire me? I've never been fired before. I might enjoy it.

I couldn't come in because I spent the whole day dissecting my dead cat and tying all the veins and arteries with pieces of white string. The PHAN Lobby was filled with students dissecting their dead cats. It must have been an eye opener for the kids and parents checking out the UPCAT results, which just happend to be at the back of PHAN.

One stupid girl commented in her annoying voice, "Eww, ano yan?" Everyoned looked at her and assumed she didn't pass the UPCAT. How arrogant of us all.

A parent came with her young child and showed her child the dead cats. The kid was scared. The parent explained that we were on the circulatory system. She was probably a Bio major. The kid was definitely scared. The parent asked the kid, "Di ba gusto mong maging doctor?" The kid said, "Hindi na."

I went home smelling like a preserved dead cat and dropped dead in bed. I dreamt I was in an English class and the exam was to write a poem about the environment. I translated Sandwich's Masilungan word for word. I finished translating the whole song in the dream. When I woke up, I remembered the first stanza of the translation. After brushing my teeth, ony the first line remained and it was drifting away fast. Now, it's all gone.