we probably all know about matt’s dancing wanderlust, the video that’s sweeping the web by storm:
where the hell is matt?’s “dancing”
a youtube user wrote a comment on that video:
“well I knew there was a good reason for you tube. This has got to be one of the top ones. This and the dancing jail guys in the Philippines. I wonder about combining the two…”
of course, he is refering to these guys:
that comment actually makes my day! and you know what, that would be a brilliant idea! combine the two?!?! could someone please spread the word until it reaches matt! so he visits cebu and dances with the inmates there! he could include it in his next “dancing” video…
besides, he has danced with the kids in tagaytay, philippines (04:29 of the “dancing” video ). he could take a trip further south of the country and fulfill our viral imaginations 
what fun!!!
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here i am again, with this some kind of feeling. a compound of anxiety and hopelessness to create a new substance: existential boredom. not that i’m not contended with what i’ve been doing, nor am i complacent with what’s been happening. it’s just another day when i concede defeat in the face of another resounding turn of events.
you didn’t have to insist on the subject when i clearly regret having brought it up. and you should know by now that i always mean what i say. i neither embellish nor subtract details in sorry attempts to preserve my ego: you just have to believe me when i say no. and while your sarcasm shines forth, i wish you don’t lash out like that when i couldn’t figure out which statements are earnest and which ones i can poke fun at. i was surprised, honestly. especially during a moment of mental turbulence, i don’t think i have enough energy to sift through your witticisms. i will surely not use the word “scald” for a long time yet. so please, a little sensitivity.
i don’t blame you though. you’re not biologically bound to the same worries. you can be a prick about these things and you can summon any express excuse from a whole spectrum of excuses, conveniently laid out before you in display cases only the likes of you can reach. while the likes of me parry the blows as they crash.
i am being unfair. you’re not a prick. just a little insensitive when the going got tough. i would expect the behavior from the other douche, but hey, that’s how he was spun. i would still like to believe you were spun better than that.
anyhow, i am sorry for the inconvenience i may have caused (this statement again?!). this time, it will surely not happen again because the night is over. new day, new troubles. i’d rather not recycle the same problems.
ok, so that was infinitesimally smaller than should warrant the white flag. yes, i am being unfair for having flung the guilt at you. but what have i got to lose? we don’t have too much at stake to begin with. better turn back while the skillet’s still warming up. nobody wants to get burned.
just think this is self-preservation, if it would make us both feel better. that’s the essence of survival.
so, av, i give up. it’s been nice, but the emotional aftermath is just too tough to handle. but i mean it when i say it’s been nice. a little sad, but no regrets. see you around!
warning: please see previous entry
after operation, still in her anaesthetic sleep.
she was allowed to drink milk only when fully awake. she was so hungry.
she regained her usual mood the next day.
two days after the operation, she didn’t need the dextrose anymore, though the IV remained for antibiotics.
at least she could already change out of the OR gown.
and we didn’t stop her anymore from using the tube as a teether.
warning: this entry will feel like sitting next to a zealous old lady trying to invade your privacy by shoving 2R pictures of her grandchildren into your sleepy face. only, i’m not an old lady and this is not my grandchild. this is robyn.
today, robyn turns 8 months. just over two weeks ago, she underwent the second in a series of three operations. at least now the worst one is over.
arriving at the hospital, she seemed both scared and fascinated. she would cry sporadically, but cease abruptly when she zones in on something unfamiliar. like the metal bars on the sides of the bed.
feet not included.
she holds her own bottle now.
and would even try to grab the camera while she feeds herself.
and when she’s through…
…she flips the bottle over to use it as a teether. this is one of her favorite forms of amusement.
by morning of the second day, she was starting to get used to the hospital.
and had even started engaging in her other favorite form of amusement: sputtering spit at people. which looks like that.
by afternoon of the same day, she was so comfortable already, she was back to her old self.
by evening, her mirth quickly turned to horror when the doctor put her on IV. which was horror to watch for me too because her site was so difficult to locate, the doctor had to re-insert three times. plus, she is unusually strong for her age, so it took some serious effort to restrain her. we ended up “mummifying” her in a blanket just to keep her still.
she was afraid for a while, but again, got over it a bit when she saw something new. like her IV.
