Another depressing Wednesday

A good film, regardless of what it actually is about, provides a good distraction. Thank the heavens for cinema.

I just finished watching Ditsi Carolino's award-winning documentary Bunso, on three juvenile delinquents who, unfortunately, are detained together with adult offenders. If you have the chance, you must see it (but then again, everyone who's looking at my blog were required to watch this today) because it really provides an insight into what things really do.

I mean, I have been supporting the Make Poverty History project (until I lost the banner for some extraordinary reason), but it is just only now when I really understand what poverty does to the children. As I was watching the movie, one thing was going through my mind: the system sucks, and we must replace it. Sorry for getting too political, but basically that's the problem. Where do the best things go? To the capital, of course! Then again, even if we switch political systems we still have a lot of corrupt officials.

The three kids - Diosel, Tony and that kid simply called Bunso - were detained for theft, and we can all trace that to their poverty-stricken situations. Besides, what can you do if you've got nothing on your table to eat and your tummy in beggining to grumble, begging for at least a spoonful of rice?

Awful situations they have there. What struck me the most is their insights into their parents. Bunso hates his mom quite a lot because he hasn't gone out of prison. Tony is in the middle of his fighting parents. That, however, was three years ago. Diosel is out, still begging in the streets. The two other kids? They're dead - Bunso through a vehicular accident, Tony through a heart enlargement caused by drug abuse.

I might be ruining the film for those who haven't watched it, but these things have been really unsettling for me. I mean, amidst the talk of charter change and political upheaval, the most pressing matters - beyond the politics, it's the people - get left behind.

Okay, that was too political. But that was one chunk of my mind working. The other chunks are still laughing (even when I'm not supposed to) over everything else that happened. Our Revelation report (with Kim, Tracy and Sudoy) went weirdly well, even if our surprise - a referral to Sister Pinky - went off too early. We talked about it last night and we agreed to do so even when I thought it was freaky. (Kim started the thing, and I liked it.)

I was laughing all throughout, and I even apologized for what I thought was a rushed effort. (Again, sorry. But Ariane told me I shouldn't have apologized.) I wonder what grade the other groups gave us, considering I gave pretty low grades to the other groups (but don't worry, my groupmates are lifting them up).

Then, a surprisingly long quiz in Art Appreciation (on Yojimbo again) - it took me around twenty minutes to answer the first question. I literally rushed on the second (think of a five minute space) and am currently thinking I'll get a grade of 2.5 on both the quiz and the critical paper. At least I didn't plagiarize.

And then, I almost became lonely again. Then I realized I was getting sleepy and everything that I saw wasn't what I thought it was. Instead, however, I went home laughing (despite the depressing ending to Bunso that elicited a lot of shocking sighs from the audience - and I mean a collective one) because of an invitation under distress. I don't know - when it comes to other people's details I end up laughing, but when it comes to me, I end up throwing a silent tantrum.

I'm such a bad person, am I?

Well, that was my Wednesday. As much as I try to keep it a good one it still ends up depressing. I was thinking I didn't do much since the start of the school year - if I did, then I should have been a little bit more sane. I remember Jaja saying she stuck with the people she met during the LPEP - and look at how close they are.

Me? I still have a lot of catching up to do.

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