Ever since I started with the intense physical training as an NCO candidate, all (or almost all) my free time was devoted to resting and sleeping. When I get home, I eat, watch an hour of TV and then I sleep for eight hours or more. I don’t do homeworks anymore (at home), and I tend to shrug off updating my journal. So there.

This afternoon was our TD period. As usual, classmates tick me off. They have this attitude of acting like all-knowing gods who have the nerve to talk about experiences, principles, people and places they’ve only heard about, visited once, only seen, or never experienced at all. You know, that I-am-never-wrong, higher-than-thou, better-than-everyone-else attitude towards lower class people? That!

On the bus to and from our assigned public school in Marikina, I get ticked off a lot every time they remark on people who belong to a lower social class. “Pare, walk along these streets and in three minutes, you’ll get kidnapped, dude!” What the hell! I bet you’ve never even tried doing that, how dare you say it. “Pare, andaming skwaters in that mall, parating may holdapan d’yan!” Dude, I bet you’ve only been there once. “Pare, sa Ateneo madaming chicks, sa UP mga babae mukang kabayo! ‘Wag ka na dun!” Now THAT is really an asshole remark! Those are not the only things they say which irks me off. They often bash-talk the Philippines and Filipinos in general like they’re some almighty beings who know everything about their country and their fellow countrymen when their world only revolves around malls, posh subdivisions, school and party places in Manila. Their ideas of a shit-hole Philippines are often misconceptions which they get from watching the depressing views from inside their comfortable cars and the scenes from the televisions in their elite homes. If you think this place is a shit-hole, why the hell are you here?! You have the money to leave, do so! If you must proclaim things like these, have the credits to do so! (rare half-day staged exposure trips to orphanages and depressed areas in Manila don’t count!) There can really be times when I don’t want to be associated with my classmates and schoolmates at all. Oo, burgis din ako pero sumusuko ako sa katotohanang hindi ko alam ang lahat ng dapat malaman at maranasan para masabi kong may karapatan akong sabihin ang mga tulad ng mga pinagsasabi n’yo.

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