I am a registered voter now.

I am officially a registered voter now. Hooray. Now I can do something for my country ( I sound fake. Shhhooot me.)

I heard and saw people complaining everywhere how sucky and how hassle it is to register now. Multitude of people lining up and waiting  for hours. Hearing all these from people and from news, I prepared my armour and went to the municipal hall. I brought a book, and my beloved psp where i store my sounds. I was looking forward in experiencing the same mood.

When my brother and I got there, we saw a huge crowd of people outside the building, waiting. My brother and I even heard that the comelec had completely given all the numbers that they can accomodate for the day.  Walking.. Going nearer and nearer the crowd… It seemed like I left my courage in the car. I had to call my Tita and tell her what I got myself into. It was nerve wrecking. I felt bad for myself for a while. As I tried finding back my courage, I had to dive in the midst of the crowd to be able to approach the gate and say the magic word to the person guarding it. Hoooray, I survived.

Inside, my brother and I waited for this dooode and he accompanied us to a room where they accomodated us well enough to remember their faces. Before anything else, while going up the stairs, I saw a really long line of people waiting for their turn. Iba pa yung nasa labas. It was devastating to see them waiting for hours and here I come, walking straight, passing by them. Special treatment ba?  So yeah, when we got to the room, we just sat for a while. It was a cozy place unlike I expected it to be (outside-waiting-sweating-ranting-annoyed). Sitting pretty and chitchatting with this unfamiliar dooode (who had the same priviledge as we had) about business, it seemed like I learned more from him than I learned from school. Yeah right. (True.. Really. I learned more.).

To make the story short, It took the three of us less than an hour compared to others to register. Our time waiting was spent talking and falling in line for at most 5 to 10 minutes to have our pictures taken. Going down the stairs, seeing the same faces in line, I can’t help myself but not look anymore. Nakakahiya. We are totally unfair to them..

……..I have to admit, getting my student’s license before, I had to ask someone to do it for me, while I wait pretty for my picture to be taken. And now… this.. I have never experienced the stress to line up, maybe except for a movie premiere line or a cab line or an mrt line.. Could I compare these to what I chould have experienced today but didn’t? I guess not.. ….

I’m sorry for being unfair…