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My Holy Week Vacation
When the holy day turns to night, we then flock the street and gather our candles and ready-made torches of dried coconut leaves. The fire would lighten the dark path, which is darker in rural areas where electricity is not yet discovered. The enactment is to commemorate that Jesus once walked with the cross on his shoulders. And every year, we lit the street as believed that He always passes by.
That People’s Champ’s Build
I was kinda shocked the moment I saw Manny Pacquiao on TV. That’s when he got face to face with Juan Manuel Marquez. I can’t think of a better word to describe my reaction to Pacman’s torso: Engrossed?
Yeah, right. He is fit. But he was like a malnourished kid with muscles. My cousin had the same impression. I think it’s the result of losing weight to qualify in that division.
Flipping channels, I then got spoiled with Kapamilya’s breaking news of Pacman’s victory, a strategic move of the network against Kapuso. Wheew! And is effective, because I did not dare to watch the replay after that.
Anyways, my 5 peso bill to Pacman for that bloody victory.
Booze Fasting
The last time I indulge in a sea of alcohol was two days before the frigging new year of the rat. I gulped and gulped like I never drank water in years! As a result, I was totally knocked off with hangover the following morning.
And when the new year came, I was still down and depressed. I almost got tempted with wine but I prefered to be clean with alcohol to start the new year. Part of the new year resolution.
Nineteen days later, I found myself hanging out with friends in a pizza place. Of course, there were a couple of beer cans, enough to quench the thirst.
Last week, my colleague celebrated his birthday, but I had a date with some of my other friends - the reason I escaped after the dinner treat. They had a booze feast until three in the morning.
Until now, I am still dry with booze.
This is not me.
Pretentious Slacker
Like in every other cinemas in the city, every last full show generously presents the Philippine national anthem. A stint like that of a flag retreat I would not miss during Elementary days, people stand up to show that they are, at least, patriotic.
But tonight, I did not care. I just sat in my most comfortable pose, anticipating for why Juno is entitled as such. I looked around the people and my friends, too, who were on their feet and I had these thoughts about the enactment.
Are we really true to ourselves when we stand for the anthem?
What my teacher told me is “to stand up straight.” So, is it invalid if we lax with one foot?
Am I being so treacherous to the anthem?
Who is pathetic? The one seating down or the pretentious slacker?
Both?
