There's an inter-town festival competition happened in CICC (Cebu International Convention Center), and Oslob's Tuslob Festival was one of the contingents. There's 39 other competing contingents, that makes them 40 (yay, I'm good in Math). The event lasted roughly for 3 days. These includes preparation, street dancing and the showdown, the highlight of the event. My sister, who happened to be the municipal engineer in Oslob, along with some of the municipal employees, was tasked to guard the props and requested me to help. Kind that I am (aherms), so I obliged. But my story isn't about that!
We stayed in the CICC basement for two days. We practically slept and ate there. I could see that everyone's unhappy to this jaunt except the mosquitoes. Thanks to them, I'm wearing a red polka dot on my skin. All in the love of my town!
On my second night sleeping in the basement, I was awoke at 3AM. I needed to pee but there's no comfort rooms in the vicinity. Well, there were, but they were closed! Though, the bushes nearby looked inviting, but I did not take any chances, people were everywhere. So, I needed a 300-meter sprint to go to a [temporarily build] public CR at the gate. Being 50% percent of my eyes only open, I walked lazily and sleepily into the lesser crowd. That's three in the morning and the showdown ended already, so, the only people left in the area were those who were waiting for the announcement of winners, which in our case, we didn't bother to do so. We prefer sleeping. We didn't expect to win anyway.
To the governor: You know, people have bladders, so, next time you'll hold events like this, open your goddamn precious toilets!!!! so, we don't need to hide between bushes or walk a mile!
As I walked in a pack of people near a pick-up truck, I heard someone's calling my name. I ignored it at first but he called my name again, so, I went nearer to their group. I didn't wear my spectacles, so, I need to go dangerously close to the person to see his face. Anything 5 inches from me were blurry. That was awkward on so many levels. When I was an inch close to his face, I recognized him already. He was my classmate in college whom I didn't see for five years already. We exchanged hellos and greetings. After minutes of talking and looking at his face, I noticed something's different. Then, I thought "Wait, did he pluck his eyebrows? As far as my sleep deprived brain remembers, only girls do that thing - or there's a major fashion statement breakthrough that had happened during my 2-hour napping that I didn't know of?! Yeah, that must be it. Maybe for the the last two hours, fashion evolves and that boys pluck their brows, too". That's desperate and I was. Jeez, he was my friend's boyfriend way back college! Life, you never fail to surprise me! My, his brows are thinner than mine. Suddenly, all the sleepiness in my brain washed away and I totally forgot my full, angry bladder!
And the hair! Oh, it was wavy and long and I prefer to stop there! Looking at my messy woke up hair, oh, never mind!
And just a small trivia, I learned from a friend a month ago that one of my high school classmates has gone the same way. Why is everyone turned into a girl?!
See, how can everyone's expecting me to get married?! Men that surrounds me are disintegrating from my very own eyes. Com'on, there's a shortage here! The ratio of women to men spikes up. There's a good reason polygamy was practiced in other cultures.
This is a bad omen. I am not gonna marry.
Good heavens, all I wanted was to pee.
PS: Dear Lord, you might misunderstood me when I said in my blog before that I love gays. Coz some of the men I know sprout to being one. Please spare a handful men for me to choose from. A girl could use a straight one.
- I do love gays. I have so many gay friends. They are funny and loving and they make a good friend.
This is why I dislike people with cameras!
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