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Treasures at the end of the rainbow
Last week, I was fortunate to watch the trailer of The Legend of Tibud, an animation made by Dimbox, which comprises 2D Animation graduates of WVCST. They are scholars of PGMA-TESDAS School for Work Program.
Legend of Tibud is about a treasure that rests at the end of the rainbow and nobody knew what it looked like. Pepito, a city boy and his family, went to the farm and there the child met an old woman who talked about the treasure. She said that many people have tried to get to the treasure but never came back.
The trailer showed several challenges that await Pepito as he ventures to find this treasure.
The Legend of Tibud is like the story of these animators. Any artist knows it's not easy to produce a creative piece. It's even harder when you are low in funds. After laboring for months to study animation, then more months to create this entry amid challenges, they finally finished it.
If their entry wins, a full-length film will be made and will be shown not only in the Philippines but in abroad.
Win or not, I hope the men and women of Dimbox know that whatever treasure that lies at the end of the rainbow is just under their nose. The effort and the God-given talent are the treasures that they and other Ilonggos can be proud of.
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Last Saturday night was perfect for a party. But, for one reason or another, I still felt guilty about those glasses of alcoholic drinks I consumed the other week and figured I already drank my share for the next month. So, amid that party fever, I decided to be a kill joy, left my partymates and dashed home as early as 9:30 in the evening after I did my job. I was not happy leaving, but I knew I was doing the right thing.
The next day, I woke up and felt so sad because something was missing. I tried to figure out what it was and realized I was having a party withdrawal syndrome. That downtime lasted for an hour and I got worried because I'm oftentimes very upbeat. Then, it rained really hard and I realized I was being selfish. Other people have lost their homes in the floods caused by the non-stop rains for more than a week now and you could just imagine the hardship they are going through. Some are even facing the spectre of leptospirosis because for some reason, they had no choice but to wade through the floodwater that was already contaminated. And there I was in my comfortable home, feeling sad for lack of party time. So, after setting aside that negative emotion and begging Him to make the rains stop, I dashed to the living room and enjoyed whatever blessings He gave ---- the comfortable home, mom who cooks so good, niece Anna and nephew Sean who feast on ice cubes with me, sister Rosmar whose wisdom I always admire and my canine babies, including one two-week old puppy whom I feel so protective of lately. Too bad, my brother Manny, who's been praying for us always, is in Manila. Also, I wanted to know how the party night went, but unfortunately my fun-to-be-with and dancing buddy sister-in-law and dear brother were still asleep (drank too much?). Dad, my party mentor, was kind enough to update me that if I had stayed, we could have partied even more.
Anyway, that's my family, my treasure. I need not go far. I hope you have found yours.
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Here are two reactions to my previous column, "Intoxicated."
One texter said, "Is it true you kissed a stranger when you were drunk?"
My reaction: Never mind that. That was stupid.
Another sent this, but I'll present it in English: "This is my intoxicating story. One time I was so drunk that I decided to perform a vomit reflex by manipulating my throat. So, I kept vomiting from the jeep's window. When I arrived home, I fell. The next day, I woke up with a swollen mouth."
My reaction: Kewl dude, you're so mean. Did you notice if the other passengers were ducking out of your vomit's way? You know, with the wind and all, it's bound to end up on someone else's face. Hahaha.