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Sunday, January 30, 2005

Ilonggo in the Bus

It's saturday once again, the second day of my weekly long holiday. People in my shoes might find it very rewarding since I start my weekend halfday of thursday up to saturday and that's a precious 2 1/2 days of quality R&R (*Rest and Relaxation). I should have been taking photos and practice photography if the company camera have not been busted. I give this credit to some ingrate 'instance' that partook in my big pie of generosity. Resilience has still its rewards in times of difficulties and being open hearted is a requisite to being just.

Anyway, today, I went to Deira city center alone. I enjoy solitude most especially when travelling but it should have been more fun if I'm with Tsik. As usual Dubai's premier shopping destination this DSF(Dubai Shopping Festival) is packed with people of many different nationalities. Everyone shops but I did not. If all people in that place were put in the blender to make the biggest human shake(this is sick!) it would be nice to imagine what it would yield. The point to this metaphor is - diversity is so overwhemling! DSF is so tempting and if I had only more than enough disposable dow I'd must have bagged all the things my folks desire and ship it right away to Mabuhay! Land. If I trace the store I've visited since entrance that would be Magrudy's, The cool optical shop that sells Oakleys and Ray Bans, Plugins Electronics(my playground), Another Computer Shop, Jacky's (Electronic Store), Kite (another electronic store), another cool store that sells cameras and lenses. Other stores I've went to that are also part of my vested interest are: Timberland, a phat clothes store, Virgin Records(almost, I'm an mp3 pirate), Carrefour(has it all), BoorJer King, a store that sells luxury items and 6 to 8 gold and diamond shops. Almost everytime I go to City Center this is my habitual route. This is the only time that I've realized that. I pray that someday I could bring my family and Tsik and all families I owe to this great place Dubai, the land of Gold and Shawarma.

As I went home I waited for the bus for 20 mins. and when I got onboard the ambiance was too noisy. I guess I've heard some Urdu, Malayalam, Arabic, Filipino, English, Farsi, Thai and other languages people utter but what I'm happy about is there are some folks at the back of the bus speaking Ilonggo. This is the sweet language I've been yearning to hear in Dubai. Though some loud mouthed people who sound like ___ in orchestra the proud ilonggo dudes were the best of them and I was smiling in their nonsense humour. Even in Dubai the tikalons still manage to tikal which is the true trademark of the dudes at the back of the bus. They don't call them ilonggo for nothing and I'm proud to be one.

More than seven months have passed and I can say that things unmanageable can still be fixed at least. This is relative to all aspects in my life I can think of. If I were to evaluate this as good progression, yes it is and the wonderful fact about this is that I did it alone.