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I left for Dipolog City at 3am last 22 May 2008 to be one of the judges for the P’gsalabuk Street Dance – Dipolog’s version of Kadayawan Festival.
The travel was gruesome – 16 hours to be exact. But then again, I slept through it. Not until we reached Ozamiz City then I realize that I am already too far away from Davao City. The moment we crossed the straight from Misamis Oriental to Misamis Occidental, I knew then that Dipolog is somewhere near. I also met Errol Lozada, a batchmate in UP, on the way to Ozamiz. Had a quick chat then back to my autistic mode.
Then, after another 4 hours, we arrived in Dipolog at around 9pm.
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23 May 2008 – Street dance Competition
7am was the call time for a quick tour and photo shoot for the City’s brochure.
4pm was the intended time for the street dance competition to start. I was assigned at Station 1. I was seated on top of a police car with 4 assistants – 1 timer, 1 recorder, 1 assigned to hold the umbrella and 1 was assigned to bring water. I felt like a King that day. Aside from that, you get to see the whole parade with ease.
Notice the two girls leading the parade. One looked like a mixture of Cinderella and Snow White while the other one looked like a lost Kindergarten girl forced to take the lead in the street dance.
After the 12th entry, I went to the showdown area to take some pictures.
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On my way back to Davao from Cagayan, inside bus number 2722, I sat beside Tarsy who I thought was a high school student. Good thing he took that as a compliment.
summer is almost over and here i am still stuck in mintal like my other summers since 2004. but what made this summer different from the other summers is that this summer probably is the worst summer i ever had in my entire life.worst than being bum, jobless, even worst than being a virgin at the age of 40 – that kind of worst.
and mind you, this ranting is not because of work.not yet.
and somehow, realizations poured in.and decisions had to be made but not yet for implementation.soon but not now.
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i should say that because i can’t rely on the sympathy of others – and i mean everyone, i have to take matters in my own hands before i lose my sanity or worst, suicidal.
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good thing i have a blog. the only _____ i can “talk” to.
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when i was in college, i was an intern of the Philippine Educational Theater Association or PETA. the production was held at Assumption in San Lorenzo, Makati City – an elite’s village.
during breaks, we walk around the village looking at houses and exchanging smiles with the house helpers aka maids wearing their usual black and white or plain white uniform.they even have a store that specializes in maid’s uniforms.
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why do we need maids?
- we are so rich we need to spend our money.
- we are so nationalistic we feel that it is our duty to provide jobs to those who need it because the government can’t provide it.
- we love the feeling of having power over other people.
- we need someone who will wash our underwear.
- we need someone who will clean the house.
- we need someone simply because we can’t do things on our own or perhaps we don’t do things on our own.
in other words, maids exist to cover up the mess of others. maids exist for other people’s convenience.
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tomorrow i will wear black and white – support the UP All Workers Union!
Title of the Book: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time
Author: Mark Haddon
I finished reading this book a long time ago but I haven’t found the right time and the right mindset to write about…until now.
The cover design of this book will surely get your attention while you kill time inside a bookstore. Once you are hooked with its design, you will soon realize that the content of the book is promising – not that I am a good judge of good books and good writing (creative writing people will surely laugh at me).
Preview (Spoiler)
Well, the whole story is all about Christopher Boone who is a mathematically gifted autistic teenager who discovered that his neighbor’s dog was murdered. He was at the crime scene first so everyone thought it was him who stabbed the dog with a pitch fork. He was brought to the police station for questionning and for assaulting an officer on duty.
When his father got him out of the police station, he began his quest to solve the mystery of the murder of Mrs. Shears’s dog. While trying to solve the mystery, he wrote a book about his little detective game. Later in the story he found out that his mother eloped with the husband of Mrs Shears and his father killed Wellington, the dog.
To continue…
What is interesting about this book is that you get to see how an autistic child thinks and reacts to his surroundings. I remember when I volunteered for Special Olympics, a sports festival designed for the gifted, that each child shows affection in a different way. Others get physical, too physical sometimes, and others don’t want to be touched.
Reading the experiences of the protagonist in this story made me realize how interesting it would be to be in the mind of an autistic child – a different view of the world will surely greet you with a bang. Will it be like that of the protagonist in this book? Will he/she be that sensitive to sound, color and light? How does a gifted child reacts to the changes of the world?
This might be my concept for the monologue I am writing.
Yesterday,my laptop finally decided to take its leave and I am left behind with so many things to do and I can’t move on because all my files are in it. I do have a backup but it’s not the updated version because I have scheduled the updating this Friday.
Also, I am supposed to submit a very important document tomorrow and I am not yet done with it because I don’t have any computer at home other than my late great laptop.
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It was just yesterday when it died – both the battery and the adaptor, and yet it seemed like forever already. Johnnypanic said he missed the computer keyboard already. Yes. His MacBook crashed and so he has to fly to Cebu, where the nearest Apple Service Center is, to bring his MacBook back to life. So both of us are now computerless and the internet connection at home suddenly became useless and we are paying 1,000 a month for it.
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Another Mac Story.
My high school bestfriend Mac listened to my ranting last Monday because I was so mad – an understatement really. The emotion was more of destructive and warlike and when I am in my Hitler mode, I need to treat myself with good food.
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Johnnypanic and I went to Picobello to treat ourselves with two gargantuan slices of porkchop and a plate of risotto – a traditional Italian dish, and ended up paying 600 bucks for it. Aside from that, we gorged ourselves to good movies as we paraded ourselves at Mantex and I got myself “Once Upon A Time In America” while Johnnypanic bought the French Trilogy “Three Colors (Bleu, Blanc, Rouge).”
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And now, here I am, back in Netopia SM Branch just like the old days.
I was thrilled the first time I knew that Madonna Decena, a Filipino OFW in Britain, joined Britain’s Got Talent and surprisingly wowed the judges and the audience inside that wonderful proscenium theater. In fact, I hope she wins.
But then again,
Charlie Green, born and raised in the UK from a Filipino mother and a Briton father, come up the stage and sang “The Summer Wind.” He sang it beautifully and this kid has a lot of hidden grooves as well as she sways with the song.
I’m loving his version of the song and I hope he wins. It was a fantastic performance. And I never saw Simon Cowell smile the whole time he listened to Charlie Green.
Watch the video.
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