DEFYING STEREOTYPES on student athletes, this guy proves that there is as much gray matter between his ears as the muscles in his arms.
Arnel Jordan B. Doming has gathered 15 gold medals from various regional and national sports competitions he participated while in college. Last March 26 he received yet another. “It is the most precious one,” he says.
Domingo graduated cum laude with the degree bachelor in secondary education, major in mathematics.
Four years ago, Domingo’s future was unsure. Although he graduated as valedictorian both at the Bagbago-Puttao Elementary School in his hometown Solsona and at the Ablan Memorial Academy in the same town, he could not go to college because of financial limitations. Domingo’s father Erneso died when he was in fourth grade. His mother Lorna is a housekeeper. Continue reading “Top athlete crosses finish line, cum laude”
It was bound to die, because, with the advent of the comfy Robinsons cinemas, nobody was happy with it anymore, except, of course, the huge, cat-like rats that have long infested it. I already abhorred it long before Robinsons came, the facilities were poor and the movies came as fast as justice is delivered in Philippine courts. It just had to go.
But when Isabel did bow out, I was saddened. I began to realize how much memories are housed in that structure. There is where daddy brought the kiddy me to watch English action movies which he patiently translated so I could understand. There is where I had my first movie date as a teener. There is where my mom and her kumare shed many a tears watching the movies of Vilma, Nora, and Sharon. And there is where my late Tiya Carling, an old maid who loved going to the movies, frequently went to before the advent of cable television.
Saddened is an understatement. Continue reading “Now Showing: ukay-ukay”
I was motorbiking at Rizal St. in Laoag when I passed by this funeral carriage infront of the Aglipayan church. Although the sun was sizzling hot, I just had to go back and take a pic of it. I want to be in that vehicle when they bring me to to my grave.
I hope you do not find it morbid, karikna. Death, they say, is the only sure thing in life. While no politician is assured to win the election (unless unopposed), everybody is bound to die sooner or later.
When I die, I do not want any of those bands which will destroy the solemnity of my wake and burial. Some bands even perform green, sex-laden songs during ‘last nights’ would you believe? One song they performed at a wake I attended goes, “Sisid marino, naglaing toy nobyok, iyunana toy baba santo ngumato. (Marine dive. My boyfriend is so good, he starts down below then works his way up).
I also do not want those annoying speakers playing religious songs at my funeral march, I would have had enough of noise during election periods when I was alive.
My remains I pray brought directly to the cemetery, no stopovers at the church. I would not want to make the church richer by my death.
I want all the Ilocano rituals and practices for the dead observed. And please don’t call Atong King, no gambling please.
Continue reading “When I die”
On our last meeting, I asked my students about their top five learnings in our subject Sociology1-Society and Culture, and this one I find most amusing. Very attentive girl this civil engineering junior.
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