#OperationDomingo #OperationYakusho in the #6thAsianFilmAwards
Please vote for our very own Miss Eugene Doming (The Woman in the Septic Tank/Ang Babae sa Septic Tank) and Japan’s Yakusho Koji (Chronicle of My Mother/Waga Haha no Ki) for the People’s Choice Awards in the AsianFilmAwards website.
Aside from that Hogwarts letter that’s taking-too-damn-long-to-arrive, there is one letter that I am very excited to receive.
The very first letter that I got, which I imagined was like a Howler that spoke like a madame, marked the day that I believed that I’d someday leave Bicol University to study somewhere else. It would be somewhere far from my friends, but somewhere fun. Anything new is fun.
"…At this point, you will be competing with the other nominees from the other participating countries for this program [Fulbright]," it said.
Relatives and other people I know that once applied for Fulbright told me that it wouldn’t be easy. They were right.
And then the determining moment came only before we leave for Bataan. Only less that thirty days after the first mail, I got an email that closed with, “Thank you and give it your best when you take the TOEFL iBT.” And so I had to take the exam the day after the last day of our stay in Bataan.
Taking the Test of English Language as a Foreign Language internet-based test — that test that costs a hundred and eighty-five dollars — was like taking an impossible test after getting only half an hour of sleep. It would confuse you. Choosing the right answers from the first question to the last would be like choosing between Ramen Bokki and Cheese Bokki. Choices would sound right, so you’d close your eyes as you click everytime. Yes, it was something that didn’t require prior knowledge on any issue or subject, but it was far more difficult than UPCAT, BUCET and a five-star level Sudoko with only eighteen clues. (I wish I can give hints, but I signed an agreement to never tell what kind of sorcery the TOEFL possesses or I’d end up in prison. Prison is cool but it has no Tumblr, or Twitter, or Facebook, or National Geographic magazines, or CNN.)
I am already convinced that I flunked the Speaking exam. That only gives me 75% chance. Unfortunately, it still seems like fat chance.
Whatever the next letter would howl at me, I am prepared. I am not excited to get admitted to an American university. (I would be more excited if it’s a university in England, or just anywhere in Europe. But an American university is more than cool.) What I am excited about is knowing whether I’d get admitted or not. It would be a win-win for me.
Not passing the whole Fulbright thing means I’d graduate on time. Passing means another Asian would be enrolled in an American university. Either way, life is good.
Sometimes I feel like writing (typing) something on tumblr but I always end up doing the routine that I have perfected ever since I learned that I am most capable of writing something so awkward: CTRL+A, Delete, CTRL+W.
Now that I have this writer’s block while writing my report for Broadcast Journalism (which by the way is going to be my nightmare because I have this voice that will scare the deepest shit out of four year olds), tadah!, I have a couple of photos that I shared while constantly telling my self that procrastinating over this tourism news (my beat for BroadJourn is Department of Tourism) will not turn out to be less than good.
The first photo (see below, below) is my favorite photo during my stay in Bataan. Special mention to @picazoid for the photo because, no, I am not like Andrew Detmer who can take shots of himself with his telekinesis. It’s not his edits because he never uses Picnik. I did the editing because I thought it’d be great to rape the Picnik Premium features before it says goodbye on the 19th of April. (Naaah, the real reason is that I don’t wanna post the original picture)
I always tell other people that I have been to Malaysia while showing that picture to them. Nobody believes me.
The best season to be there at the Dambana ng Kagitingan? You can go absolutely “any-when” you want to because storm and rain wouldn’t spoil the fun for you. It never rains in Bataan. I even called it dusty in one of my tweets because, yeah, the whole place is. That’s the best part of it because back here in Bicol, and whenever I go places, I never bring solar defences. I hate umbrellas.
Plus! When you’re up there looking up at the 92-meter high steel and concrete cross, when you’re almost 600 meters above sea level, the sky is not just beautiful to look at, you feel like you’re part of it.
I found a Dolphins [Heart] Freedom wall at Balanga City. It MAY BE one of the walls that AG Saño and other volunteers painted in commemoration of the 23, 000 dolphins slaughtered annually in Taiji, Japan. My good friend Jomilyn and I asked tricycle drivers to take pictures of us. We felt like we were tourists mad for wall arts. Actually, I was really happy to see one of the walls that I once wrote about in my Budyong article. (Will post the picture whenever I feel like posting again, next month sounds a good time.)
Enjoy your day, Tumblr bloggers! Visit Bicol, Philippines! Make me your tour guide! :) Of course I’m kidding, but please take that seriously. Let’s meet!