Diary Entry #1100
Date: June 30, 2026
It's been 3 years and 5 days since I got diagnosed with a brain tumor.
But guess what? I'm still here. Still breathing. Still broke, probably.
Doctor said I might be okay soon — either that, or he just pities my jokes.
Also… I finished law school.
Yeah, I know. Shocking.
I can finally join The Department now...
...assuming they don't ask for my transcript, mental stability, or decent Wi-Fi.
— Ryan H.
**✶✶✶[ My apartment ]✶✶*
BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!
> Me (eyes squinting, hand blocking light): "AHH! What is that—hope?! Sunlight??"
I sat up slowly, hand dramatically reaching for the ceiling like I just got resurrected in a soap opera.
Me(thinking)
Three years of law school.
A thousand headaches.
And I'm still breathing.
I made it.
Same thrifted suit. Same haunted eyes.
But this time... I'm not just surviving.
I'm stepping in — not as a victim…
…but as someone ready to fight back.
🎓 Flash montage: Graduation stage. Holding my diploma like it's a championship belt. Classmates crying, laughing, posing. Even Sir Sexy shook my hand and said:
> "Congrats, Mr. Hawkins." (Internally: Sir. Please. Control your veins.)
Skipp!!..
*** (After the dramatic, Montage) *
I took a bath with the confidence of a man who passed Remedial Law by luck and caffeine. Then stood in front of the mirror—wearing my expensive (Lazada-sale) tuxedo.
> Me (smacking cheeks while applying baby powder): "Let's scam the scammers. With legal backing."
Yeah. "Let's get to work, Agent Hawkins"
GRRRrrrgggkkk…
> Me (blinking at the ceiling):
"Oh. That wasn't thunder…"
> Me (holding stomach):
"Yes, yes, I get it! Breakfast first, life decisions later."
Breakfast? One egg. Three grains of rice. A coffee that tasted like regret.
> Me (sipping coffee): "Yup. Still tastes like law school loans."
***
After i finish my breakfast.
I grabbed my degree certificate, held it like Simba in The Lion King, then stormed outside.
*** (15 seconds ,later)
Me, showing off my diploma to no one:
> "Good morning world! May degree na ako! HAH!"
Then a bus rolled in. Full.
> Conductor (shouting): "Sir! Sa taasmay space pa!" Me (panicking): "No choice. Baka ma-late ako sa future ko."
I climbed up like a warrior ascending Mt. Province.
> Me (panting):
"Ohhh—hahhh! Finally!"
I wiped my sweat, looked around, and smiled.
*** (Somewhere in EDSA)*
> Me (grinning):
"Nice view up here. Mahangin. Clear skies.
Oh look—there's another guy acting like the Statue of Liberty. Iconic."
Then the bus sped up. I squinted. My hair almost flew off.
> Me (shouting):
"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?!"
> Random Guy (confused):
"What?!"
> Me (yelling louder):
"I said—THIS BUS IS INSANE!
We might as well apply for a Saint Peter funeral plan!"
> Random Guy (nodding like he understood):
"Yeah, okay!"
He clearly didn't hear me.
I kept screaming until he finally climbed toward me. He got close, looking dead serious.
I smiled. He leaned in.
> Random Guy (shouting):
"Shut up, bitch!"
***
I blinked. I didn't even respond right away.
> Me (calmly):
"O-okay, Mr. Gorgeous."
> Random Guy:
"What?"
> Me (mocking):
"Nothing. Thanks for your… input."
> Me (thinking):
"Yup. He's crazier than me."
*** ( A few inches later)*
Eventually, I saw my stop coming up.
> Me (screaming):
"STOP! Para po!!"
No reaction.
We zoomed past.
So what did I do?
I climbed down to the side of the bus, hanging beside the driver's window like some action star on a budget. The driver looked at me—confused, mildly scared.
> Me (banging the glass):
"STOP!"
> Driver (startled):
"What the—?!"
I stared him down. Awkward. Angry. Slightly crying inside.
> Driver (raising hands):
"Okay, okay! I stop, I stop!"
He finally pulled over. I jumped off dramatically.
Then the conductor came over, asking for payment.
I looked him dead in the eyes… and just walked past.
He scratched his head. I walked off, slow motion style.
Then—symbolically, emotionally, proudly—
> Me (raising my hand):
"F*** yo—!"
Wait!
Ohh! What time is it—9PM?!!
My eyes widened like they saw a ghost.
Dramatic run: ON.
I sprinted like a budget James Bond.
**✶✶✶[ The Department ]✶✶*
I arrived in front of the department—
After sprinting 300 meters like I was being chased by destiny itself.
> "Hahhh… hahhh…"
Hiningal. On the brink of dying.
But here I am.
I straightened my back like a villain entering his final boss arc.
I looked forward with the confidence of a man who had zero plan.
Then—
I opened the door…
And flipped my hair like I was a hotshot from an action drama with bad ratings.
> "Let's do this."
**✶✶✶[Directors office]✶✶*
I entered like a man on a mission. The Director looked up from his paperwork. I walked forward... …then slammed my college diploma onto his desk like I was dropping a search warrant in a teleserye.
> Me (dramatic): "Here. Proof I'm no longer a joke."
The Director blinked.
> Director (grinning): "Ikaw?? HAHA! Seryoso ka talaga ah!"
He stared at the diploma. Then at me.
***
I barge out of the Director's office like a wanted man in a suit. Grinning. Glowing. Giggling slightly. Every employee I passed?
> Me (nodding with swag):
"Goodmorning, futureteammate!"
Me (to janitor): "Hello, Mr. CleanEnergy!"
Me (to water dispenser): "You hydrate lives, king."
Me (internal monologue):
"Yeah. I'm totally not overcompensating. I belong here. Totally."
***
*** [Flashback | 7 Minutes Ago]
> Director (smiling, sincere): "WellRyan, total nakikita ko namang seryoso ka…" extends hand "Welcome to the Department." Me (trying not to fist-pump): "Salamat po. I'll make you proud. Or at least… legal."
*** (Rooftop Department,)*
(present)
I stood under the sky, diploma in one hand, the wind dramatically hitting my face.
> Me (shouting): "I'M OFFICIALLY IN!" Me (laughing to myself): "HAHA! From delulu to department!"
The wind whipped past my face. The city below was alive—cars honking, birds flying, dreams crashing into reality. But for a moment, all I heard was my own breath.
I exhaled slowly and whispered to no one in particular—
> "Finally… I can start."
[ Days 1100 continued]