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i feel like crying. it's a good thing shoemucker and punchdrunkslob have words of comfort to offer because I AM FUCKING TRAPPED IN CEBU on a goddamn wild goose chase for fucking heartwarming stories related to danggit (fucking dried fish!?!). yeah, don't even ask. to be here for the first time because of lame story assignments is so crappy. i want out. i wanna go home. i soooooo wanna go home. i called my mom on my brother's mobile a few hours ago. everybody was home watching tv. rarely are all my brothers in one room and i couldn't even be fucking there. they kept on asking me when i'll be home. shommy, especially, because he wants to consult me on something daw. i smell a love-issue/problem here. i miss my mom. my dad. my brothers. i miss my brothers the most. they sounded happy that i finally called home. they were expecting me to be home tonight. =========== anyway, it's just that i am so close to tears from the mental exhaustion. cebu is pretty and the people are nice but i can't get anything out of these people because dili man ako makasabot o makasolte ng cebuano. (i can't understand or speak cebuano.) and we weren't exactly given the budget to hire an interpreter. i have to make fucking do with my service driver who gets in the way more than he helps because is soooo fucking overly enthusiastic. and unlike a real interpreter or a segment producer (were we able to understand the language) he thinks it's ok if my interviewees answer with a yes or no to my questions. can you imagine the goddamn soundbites i'll have. and in cebuano to boot. i know he's just trying to help. BUT GOD!!! let this nightmare end please. i don't even want to THINK of the editing. ======= and i had interviews with two faith healers. one of them claims to be alternately overcome by the spirits of the sto. nino, the black nazarene and the holy virgin mary. every tuesday and friday she conducts healing sessions. she had costumes made for each one because before each session she has to wear the appropriate frock because one or the other will whisper that he/she/it(?) will be taking over her body and therefore the right clothing must be worn. uhm... yeah.... and oh, they wouldn't let me into there chapel the first day i went there to conduct a pre-interview... because i was wearing pants. they said all girls that go into the chapel must wear a skirt because those that don't faint. i tempted to go back the following day in my short denim mini. but i left it at home. my researcher and i bought a skirt. but he wouldn't even let me look at the the short ones. though he was kind enough not to make me buy the "point-me-to-prayer-meeting/bible-study" and the second faith healer? well, he's this old guy who claims to be able to heal people--- as long as this egg he chose from a lot of chicken eggs laid early in the morning remains balanced on a the broken half of a chinese bowl. so there. real worthwhile stories, eh? later. my fucking job beckons. AGAIN!!! +/ |
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pissed off.