A couple of weeks ago Tanghalang Pilipino officially entered the blogging era by inviting a number of bloggers to join the “icons” (their word)–meaning us from the old media–in an afternoon “Quad-Media” get-together announcing the return of “Insiang” the stage play this Oct. 5-14 at the CCP’s Tanghalang Huseng Batute. (Call 5210412 or 09228712007 for tickets.)

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I remember this dream that I had a long time ago (actually just right after my grandma passed away). In this dream I was with my grandma. She was wearing a long fluffy night gown. I said fluffy because I could actually feel it rubbing against my bare knees. Yes, the two of us were dancing. The feeling that I had while we were dancing was elation. It was like being hugged by so many people at the same time and floating on clouds. The feeling was actually so real that (when I woke up), I realized that I was almost in tears. After a few moments of staring into blank space, I remembered that prior to that encounter with my grandma, I dialled this certain number on our telephone. Immediately, I got up and reached for the phone. I dialled the number and of course I got a signal which meant that the number is unrecognizable. However, the feeling that I had was just so real that it managed to make me try and dial that number even though in my mind I knew that nothing would happen. In fact this dream was almost like a vision that I actually even remembered the number that I dialled. Normally, I would forget the whole dream let alone little details.

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Blogspot humorist Anton Deleon takes you out for a short lesson in journalism:whether or not to name your source out in the open.

Jarius Bondoc does the inevitable and names his; and it’s no less than former NEDA Sec Gen  Romulo Neri.

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Heto ang mga panahong walang tumatakbo sa aking isip. Yung kahit anong piga, pagpag at pagsimot sa aking bungo ay walang makikitang leftover sa aking brain. Ewan ko ba, gawa yata ito ng buhos ng ulan, na-wash away siguro ang mga iniisip ko. Nasobrahan yata ako sa pagme-meditate kaya tuloy nag-reformat ang utak ko. Ituloy ang pagbabasa.

I dunno if it’s the weather, or the season, or just whatever, but I am again going through another bout of emo. I mean, it’s crappy and all when I’m in the middle of an insulting session with some fairy midget and then suddenly my life flashes before my very eyes:

Yeah, my life just bored the living hell out of those three Caucasians, and I don’t even know them. See, my life’s exciting like that. And for that very reason, depression comes in. And whenever I get depressed, there’s no better way to prove I’m slowly losing my grip on reality, I’ll again talk to an imaginary vestige of my subconscious. So guys, say hello to my inner child. He’s right here beside me. Can’t you see him? No? Freaks.

INNER CHILD: I hear you’ve been going through a lot of emo lately?
ME: How’d you know?
INNER CHILD: I’m residing in your your subconscious, duh.
ME: Oh yeah–
INNER CHILD: I IZ IN YER SUBCONSCIOUS WATCHIN YOU FANTASIZE ABOUT–
ME: Kid, in case you’re forgetting, this is my blog and I don’t like to be humiliated here by an underage fraction of my subconscious.
INNER CHILD: I know. Because you’re doing that too well on your own.
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That Jollibee mascot was the most unwholesome I’ve seen. Oh well, what can you expect when you’re in Tondo? The guy was doing macho dancer moves and was constantly humping and kissing the birthday boy’s father. Ah, entertainment for the kids and the adults as well!

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