pain.

aerodance workout is now kicking in.

i have always wondered since the start of the summer semester why i didn't take basketball for women instead.

oh right. a friend told me it's too stressful to begin with, that it should be taken up during regular semesters to prevent breakdowns.

haha.

am kidding.

anyway, the pain in my 'abs' is now kicking in, and i'm expecting some more in my arms and legs from all those squats and biceps and triceps exercise my prof asked us to do. 

also the darn crunches.

well, before i break down and cry because i couldn't move, i'd say my goodbye.

hehe.

p.s.

did the craziest thing and emailed joseph yeo.  call me nuts.

webpage illiterate

pardon me for my super gulo blog.

have yet to appreciate all the website thingies and do my site justice. 

Just where is this all going?

April 17, 2007 0750

Just because I am really all over the place these past few days, I still haven’t got a real clear idea if Harbour Centre-RP won the tournament they competed in and still qualified for something else that confuses me right now.

(Funny kasi, dalawa ang National Team natin when it comes to basketball. Raar.)

And it’s not that I have anything against imports—they actually make a conference a bit more exciting with their slam dunks and somehow cute faces—but when it comes to the RP team, I reckon they should cut down on imports.

Why?

For one, if you do have imports on your team, how exactly could you really ‘own’ the victory when you know that almost one-third of the team’s score is scored by the import—or imports for that matter?

Besides, imports demand higher pay—and maybe even higher bonuses. (Read Beth Celis article on Nwosu ‘asking’ Harbour Centre owner Mikee Romero a Rolex watch and a replacement for his iPod.) Also, I think imports take away the time that the players would give on the team.

Where I am I heading?

Nothing. Just an early morning basketball binge because from what I heard, the RP team—the pro ones—will be in the Philippines this Sunday.

Yey!

Wish I could be there to watch the damn All-Star games in Baguio. Grr. My tita told me she’d take me to ‘backstage’ (Okay, technically, it’s the dugout.) to meet the players, but my darn summer classes prohibits me of doing so.

Wait a sec.

May 1 is Labor Day, so it gives that it’s a holiday, right? Hmm. More likely than not, our dear ol’ president would make it a long weekend, so… most probably April 30 is a holiday.

I could go to Baguio with that kind of schedule!

Oh golly.

I’m excited. 

Missed this. Missed that.

April 16, 2007 22:57

I missed my first ever Pinoy Big Brother episode since Robert entered the house. For something that I’ve watched real religiously (exceptions when PBB clashes with PBA games and I have to channel-switch every so often) for the past month, I feel a bit hollow—more like what I do feel when I miss games of Coke or Ginebra or Phoenix Suns or just basketball games in general.

I also got real DAMN pissed off when I found out that our house help threw away ALL the letters in my stash-away cabinet. Those are the letters from way back in high school, and also some stuff that Jam—my used-to-be best friend who now goes to the Philippine Military Academy a.k.a. PMA—gave to me (i.e. empty wrappers of Jollibee Yumburger and regular fries, empty Jollibee plastic cup, empty Oreo wrappers that he used to give me every single day) and those letters from the fourth year high school retreat. She threw away the sash I got for being the Ms. Liberty in my prom back in third year—and even threw away the bouquet and corsage that I painstakingly preserved.

She threw away just about everything, only leaving behind the notebook that where I placed some of the stuff in, and also a boxful of school paper pictures that I am not even part of it.

And just… you know, I don’t have ANY sane and real picture of me from high school. I can’t find my prom pictures. My mom didn’t get my grad pics. I wasn’t really a fan of cameras and photo ops—I was usually the one taking the picture—back then because I only got my braces back in my junior year in high school and I’ve got three sungki back then. Hard to smile. Missed them lot. Now the only bit of memory that I keep to just prove I existed in high school all gone to the damn dumpsite near God-only-knows-where.

Sentimental value.

I keep PBA and UAAP tickets just because (not that I watch a lot of live games). I keep candy wrappers from people special to me or I care for. I tend to keep articles on and about basketball (each league) and baseball each chance I get (see under my bed) and maybe even anything about sports. I keep stuff what people might just throw away.

And those letters—aside from being a proof of my existence—are things that I kept for the past four to six years of my life because they meant something. And not seeing them right before they were thrown away by a person who doesn’t even know the value of those “papers” or “kalat” hurts a lot.

And the frigging HOT weather is not helping!

Crap.