City Skylines

I managed to arrive at the city so fast and stopped by the terminal at the intersection of the X-shaped crossroads, where there is also a road bridge over it for more space for the traffic to be looser.

It is 5:59 AM. And I might get late for the appointment with the Department of Social Welfare and Trade (DSWD). Next will be the Local Government Unit (SACOP). Then lastly, the Governor himself at the Capitol of Pampanga. And then finally, I may get the money I need for my finances.

I am psychosocially disabled for my own good, so that means I am legally not allowed to get employment or even go back studying in college. Let alone being expelled from junior high school due to my mental instability.

I rode onto the next bus that leads to the village where the Social Action Centre of Pampanga is. So, I waited until more people will fill in the bus.

However, the jeepney had one more person left vacant before until it leaves the terminal. So, I went there instead, having to leave the empty, vacant motorbus at the other side of the road, across the street.

The sun was rising, as God paints the dark skies into a coolish hue of greenish blue. For the fog rises, making the road thicker and barely visible to drive through.

However, as soon as I finally reach inside the jeepney. There are literally no physical vacant seats, because everyone is not the same body size. So, I just sat onto the jeepney stairs. As the driver leaves the terminal into the misty road.

It took me an hour to finally reach Angeles City from San Fernando City. Wherein I actually came from the Betis district of the municipal town of Guagua, to which both are rural places. But are crowded with people from the lower classes of the hierarchy of financial society.

Then, I finally reach the subdivision that leads into the DSDW building, I made it as 94th number to be in line.

They only accept up to a hundred people to be in line, that is why I had to be early in the morning. I already have the documents. Such as my PWD ID (Person With Disability Identification Card) for my psychosocial disability as a schizophrenic developed from Bipolar Type 1 Disorder.

Since I have no other way to earn money other than blogging and self-publishing novels online, which this society's generation refusing to read because of their short attention span caused by Tik Tok. No one is going to give my writings recognition.

Which means that will be less money than I could pay for my bills, food, medication and therapy sessions with my psychiatrist.

So, I have to ask the government for help. To which, I had to go through a rough week every day of gathering requirements. That would be the doctor's note, medical certificate, national ID, PWD ID, prescription note, birth certificate, costing, dialysis, and much, much more.

Then, I have to be interviewed, and regarding to those requirements. There are other sub-requirements within them. In order to earn those requirements, that are also required for other requirements, and the cycle repeats itself until I finally earn my free financial aid from the government. Just so I can pay the bills in time.

Although, it isn't even sure if they are going to actually give you what you deserve for such financial help from the government. All because they are strict and sensitive when it comes to requirements, and they have to interview you if you really DO NEED the help, that you think you deserve or not.

As soon as I got the number, I waited for six to seven hours, just to finally be called from my number. But the thing is, they told me they are not taking in disabled people and only for those with medical assistance, and they told me to go to their other branch of the DSWD buildings at San Isidro subdivision. Which was across the highway road from the opposite end of the exit of this very subdivision in SACOP.

I felt disappointed, I told them I was a psychosocially disabled person looking for help, because I am legally not allowed to go find employment or study.

But they told me it's not their problem because this is the wrong building to go, when in fact, everyone working for the municipality hall of Guagua, where I filled in for the requirements. Telling me to go here specifically in this very building to finally get paid.

The person working there that told me all these, as he rejects my need for financial and medical aid was eating peanuts and was kicking back on his seat with his foot on the table.

He was not doing his job professionally and I felt pissed off at him. So, I marked him with my eyes. Meaning, I have to remember his face, and his name and address that was buttoned on the chest of his polo T-shirt.

Then, I just went on my way, moving on to the other side of the road, and reached to the PWD specified DSDW building. But the line was already cut-off as they only take 50 people per day.

But I tried reasoning with them, that I had to wait the whole damn day to get this. I've been in and out outside every day, trying to get requirements. As I travelled across the entire province just to get what I needed for the money.

And every requirement I get always have a problem because no one in the government of this shitty country don't know how to do their goddamned job.

And I have to redo all of them again, and again, every day for an entire week.

So, they gave me a chance, as I persuaded them with my hardships.

Then, they inspected my requirements. But the thing is, my psychiatrist spelled my name wrong by one letter in my medical certificate. God damn it!!!

So, I scheduled for an appointment with the psychiatrist, despite I was just there yesterday. I paid for the doctor's fee yesterday just to get this medical certificate, then I have to redo all over again and have to pay again because of the doctor's stupid mistake!

Everyone in this country have shitty IQ.

But I have to kill this one guy named Christian Felipe, working at the DSWD building at SACOP. He's been obnoxious and wasted my goddamned day. He didn't say a thing, when I asked him for my number, specifying I am a disabled person to begin with!