tHe bOho cHicK v 1.0

so...two posts in one day...i just have to tell you guys!

I am a self-confessed “collector of embarrassing moments”. As a matter of fact, since I was a child I had that habit. I fell into a canal when I was a kid (now, see here the “canal” I am talking about is not unlike the ones that are found in Venice, it is FAR from that, in the Philippines, a canal is a body of muddy, ink-black sludge that contains enough germs and bacteria and even viruses to the utmost level of toxicity, it’s like “garbage juice”) in front of the whole community. The good thing though was that my mom wasn’t around and the neighbors bathed me and dressed me up so that my mom would not notice anything “off” had happened. Anyway I could go on and on about mistaken identities, wrong directions, not following instructions and stuff like that, but I thought, man, it happens and I guess I kinda learned to shrug it all off.


Just when I thought that there is nothing in this world that would make me feel embarrassed or shamed or humiliated, TODAY, yes mark your calendars, April 20, 2005, at exactly 11:45AM I humiliated myself in…get this NATIONAL TELEVISION. I was supposed to go back at the College of Arts and Sciences building after a brief stay at my classmates dormitory and we usually passed by the Supreme Court Building.
Now as a student of the University of the Philippines, Manila, cameras, reporters and OB vans were the usual so my friends and I though nothing of it.

But boy, oh boy, we (Camille, Elaine and I) were stopped by EAGLE, a segment host for a morning show at one of the major TV network here and he asked me my opinion about something I have no right to comment on because it was so political I knew I’d make enemies if I said something very opinionated…I mean the latest issue I knew was the announcement of the new pope…so I came up with such a STUPID, STUPID answer and therefore making a complete fool of myself. And what is worse, everyone is going to see it (since the show which I won’t name for private purposes, is very well-received and an institution in public affairs and service), they are going to hear my stupid answer and laugh at me because I looked like a complete mess. I spoke, Elaine spoke vaguely too, and Camille had run off to a safe place…Darn! My first chance at National TV and I blew it!!! So there, I think…I’ll never be embarrassed about anything again.

P.S. to those who know me I was shocked and at a loss for words please don’t be disgusted with me because I was unawares of the events my apologies…

If you could examine me closely you wouldn’t even think I participated in paramilitary training during high school, after all I easily lose my breath at a flight of stairs and I have fainting spells. But yes, I did become a Cadet Officer during my junior year and then promoted to the rank of Cadet Lt. Col. as a Senior Officer a year later. The training isn’t like your Boy Scout or Cub Scout thingamajig; actually it is more like the real thing with emphasis on “discipline, camaraderie and loyalty to superiors”.
It was the time in my life that all the melanin in my skin appeared because of exposure to extreme sunlight; we actually wore the fatigue that people in the armed forces wear. During noon where they (our commanding officers) would let us stand at the scorching midday heat, I could swear the sweat was trickling from my neck down to my back and from there it would glide to either one of my legs. But I won’t bore you or gross you out with the things they had us to do that involved lots of saliva, dust, blood and sweat, instead I just want to share what happened when as Cadet Officers we “tagged along” to the Villamor Air Base an important armed forces facility to watch the seniors and Senior Officers pull apart and assemble a rifle- an M16.
I was so excited because guys, it WAS the real thing, I have never seen so many rifles in my life that wasn’t part of a Stallone or Schwarzenegger movie. Anyway, I learned a lot of things about the parts of a rifle and how to assemble it. Like the hardest thing to pull out (and the most important part of the rifle because it kinda held everything in the barrel in place) was the firing pin , it was really small and you couldn’t use your fingernails to fish it out of the bolt carrier. The fastest time was a minute and ten second while I, on the other hand timed at a minute and a half, though I dunno if I could do it again.
Anyway, I really miss that time when I learned to handle it and fire it, I mean few people
(civilians) can really say they held an armalite (although it was really hard to carry because it was heavy). Sometimes I want to pursue target-shooting as a hobby to let out my angst but then I have weak eyes so maybe I’d miss. Just a thought…what if I just created a new hobby…SHOOT AND MISS…hahaha! What a joke! See ya guys!!!

ok, another one of those things from Go-Quiz...bear with me I am in a creativity rut here ok?