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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Madrama

TANGINA.

 

Masaya akong umuwi dahil:

[1] Mababa ang AHT ko ngaun.

[2] Off ko bukas

[3] Uuwi ako Lipa.

 

Sabi ko pa naman sa sarili ko, "olrayt! Mamaya na ako mag blog, panoorin ko muna UAAP!" Sobrang ganado pa naman ako. Tapos pag bukas ko ng TV eksakto sa fade ni Kirk Long.

 

BOOM.

 

Nawala lahat ng tuwa sa loob ko. Naanod ng pagkainis at pagkagalit ang mga ideya ko para sa blog ko. Totoo talaga. Bawat laro, personal. Bawat talo, dinadamdam.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

some random pics with baba Ü




New Schedule

Anak ng...

 

Akala ko dati maganda yung schedule ng team ko, kasi nga naman 7am-4pm with Fridays and Saturdays off. So may oras pa para maka tambay tapos yung gimik days ay libre ako.

 

Tapos next week, bago na sked namin! Okay na sana yung 6am-3pm eh. Ang masama ay yung off ko ay Wednesday at Friday! Malas naman. Paano pag Final 4 na! Paano ako makakapanood?! amf.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Di nyo ako kilala.

Civility has its boundaries. Personal spaces set up to place some kind of respect between oneself and another person. But distances are shortened, gaps slowly closed as time goes on, once you get to know the person more you transcend civility and well, nurture friendship.

But then again, you tend to keep civility to some people. Though you've "known" them for quite a long time. Reserve some of your personal space 'coz one way or another they might be the snakes that bite you at the end.

You don't know me. And I'll make sure I keep it that way.

Wag kayong magkakamali sa harap ko. Ako na naman babanat sa inyo.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Elipsis...

...

 

 

 

 

wala lang.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Wizard called Og

I am on the verge of quitting. Jumping out of the caravan and finding my way out of this corporate jungle. I was contemplating this on my way to work. I was waaay stressed out than before because of this shit called work, rich people who are idots, and pressure of doing something worthwhile in my life. I wanted to walk away from this reality and jump into my own yellow brick road of happiness towards the Emerald City.

But then he came again. As I was on the edge of shouting out of frustration, I saw his wisdom again, written on a post-it on a work station.

Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough. (Og Mandino)
 
He came at an exact time, as always. This time to give me a mind to think and a heart to will myself to succeed. He gave me hope.
 
Like the wizard that he is, he magically brought me back to my feet.
 
Yet, in the back of my mind I knew, that damn bastard tricked me again. He is, after all, The World's Greatest Salesman.

I've only read a book of his, and memorized a poem of his way back in high school. But somehow, once in a blue moon, in every moment I needed help, I come stumbling into his quotations.

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Check out the salesman in his official website: http://www.ogmandino.com/index.htm

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

UST d. DLSU [2/2]




If there was such a thing as a comeback, or a miracle, this would be one of the best basketball example! (prolly next to Miller's showtime in MSG!)

Sarap.

Masarap maghintay sa wala.

Masarap mangarap ng nakatulala.

Masarap umasang dadatin ka.

Pero yun nga pala, di ka pinayagan.

Sayang naman ang edad mo.

Sayang naman karapatan mong bumoto.

Sabagay, nagkusa ka na ba?

Sabagay, di naman kita pinipilit.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Pagasa. Simulan na.

After looking for this article for two days, I finally found it.

RP Basketball's 2016 Olympic Dream. With personal comments on red.

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THE GAME OF MY LIFE
 
By BILL VELASCO

Given the new proposal of PBA commissioner Noli Eala to form two pools for international competition, we can start projecting who will be on the pool for the succeeding Olympic quests. Assuming, of course, that most of the current crop of Team Pilipinas players will still own slots in the next Olympic bid (assuming the PBA will still bear the responsibility of forming the team), we can perhaps imagine the possible lineup for 2016.

Drafting for size and shooting (and projecting for a little additional growth), we could very well have a very tall, very athletic team of players roughly 30 years old and below by the time 2016 rolls around.

Gabe Norwood, 6’5”, guard. The senior statesman of the team by then. In nine years’ time, these 15 players will have probably had years of international exposure and/or toughening up in the PBA. And if some of them aren’t on your scouting reports, they will be very soon.

Gian Chiu, 7’0”, center. Currently a 6’10” incoming freshman for Oberlin College in Ohio, Chiu, a former Ateneo Blue Eaglet, is a coach’s dream. Though he will be playing in the US NCAA Division III, in nine years’ time (if he hasn’t become a doctor yet), Chiu will be 27, and will have grown up and bulked up. At Desert Christian High School in California in his senior year, Chiu played all frontcourt positions and averaged 17 points and close to 12 rebounds a game. [buti na lang di ka nag college sa Ateneo! lupit. may Pinoy palang malupit mag laro ng basketball na 7 footer! ]

Gregory Slaughter, 7’1”, center. The object of a tug-of-war between the biggest schools in Cebu, the University of the Visayas Green Lancer is a legit Fil-Am. The 6’11” native of Virginia will have learned a thing or two from Boy Cabahug in the next couple of years, and will definitely be a big asset at center or power forward. Imagine having two seven-footers on the floor for a Filipino basketball team. Who would have thought? [sa Visayas?! waaaah. sa UST ka na lang!]

Japeth Aguilar, 6’9”, forward. Currently sharpening his skills (and his elbows) at Western Kentucky, Aguilar shot 55.4 percent from the floor and led the UAAP in blocked shots in his last season with the Ateneo de Manila. Listed on the WK Hilltoppers website as “the first Filipino-born basketball player to ever sign with a Division I program,” Aguilar has already drawn attention because of his leaping ability and defense. [nabasa ko din ito sa website nung team. dunk champion siya dun. ginaya nya yung kay intal na dunk!]

David Webb, 6’2”, guard. Perhaps the best athlete among all high school players in the country. Grandson of 1972 Olympian Freddie and nephew of ex-pro Jason Webb, Spider was an All-Star at the first Nike Elite Basketball Camp. The high school senior is a tremendous all-around athlete, and often looks like a man among boys. Eventually, he will be able to do it all on the basketball court. [Spider Webb?! hahahaha. may dugong player pala talaga ito!]

Clark Bautista, 6’1”, guard. The best high school shooter in the country. Last year, the starting guard of Benedictine International High School learned how to play the point, with devastating results. This writer personally witnessed a game wherein the 5’11” junior hit five three-pointers in the last minute and a half of a losing game, cutting a deficit from 17 to 2. In another game, he hit 12 three-pointers. Will likely play for the UST Growling Tigers, whose assistant coach is high school coach. [sa UST?! wow! palitan mo na si Mirza! dapat may slashing game ka rin!]

Maui Villanueva, 6’4”, guard/ forward. In his senior year at Higashiyama high school in Kyoto, Japan, the former UAAP juniors Mythical Team member has developed his perimeter jump shot and defense, not to mention a deeper understanding of international amateur rules. [nabasa ko ang isang article tungkol sa kanya! malupit daw work ethic nito. kaya ngaun naghahanap na din daw ng mga pinoy players ang Japan! move over Sakuragi!]

Pong Escobal, 6’1”, guard. Perhaps the most composed guard in the NCAA today. The Davao product is only in his sophomore year for the defending champion San Beda Red Lions, but pro scouts are already interested. Can play either guard position with equal skill. [malupit talaga ito! pero mas malupit pa rin si LA!]

Rico Maierhofer, 6’7”, forward. Perhaps the most athletic big man in the UAAP, playing out of position at power forward or center. The De La Salle Green Archer is developing his outside shot, and has become a much more potent defender. [developing what?! hahaha. takaw foul si rico. pero yung rebounding niya malupit!]

Jervy Cruz, 6’4”, forward. Unstoppable in the UAAP, MVP material in any amateur league. Cruz has been polished into the mold of a Benjie Paras by Pido Jarencio at the Growling Tigers. If he develops more moves facing the basket, he will be able to play bigger opponents at his position. [17 rpg?! college player?! da who?! MVP na talaga ito ngayong season! except kung i-frame up ng mga kalabang school ng game fixing or i-plant ang fake documents na taga Zaire pala ito at 30 y/o na! Tapos si Ekwe pa daw ang pinoy. hahaha]

Rey Guevarra, 6’3”,  guard. The upside seems limitless. When he plays in control, Guevarra is a fearless one-on-one attacker. His leaping ability is second to none, and his dribbling skill gradually getting better. With growing maturity in Louie Alas’ system at Letran, Guevarra can only get better. [Leaping Ability is second to none?! Vince Carter ka ba boy?! I'll let JC Intal and his crying face dunk over  that Intramuros face of yours!]

Riego Gamalinda, 6’4”, guard/ forward. Perhaps the most versatile player on this lineup. Can play off-guard to power forward, but is also a  versatile offensive player, and works hard on defense. Another player whose potential seems limitless. [di ko masabi kung andito dapat siya. pero Al-Jamal would be better. almost same height pero mas ok ang shooting ni Al-Jamal]

Patrick Cabahug, 6’2”, guard. The best shooter in the UAAP, with the size to match. With Bautista and Cabahug spelling each other, we’d have no problems with outside shooting. If Cabahug can bulk up and learn to create shots for himself, he can be a big threat from outside and going in to the basket. [boooooo! TANGINA MO! ang TAKAW MO! F4 dapat ag AdU last season! kinuha mo ang play na dapat ay kay Bono!]

Jason Castro, 5’10”, guard. The most polished player in this lineup. Even as a member of the SEABA juniors champion team three years ago, Castro already looked like a young Tony Parker. [lupit nitong hayop na ito! yung 20 pt lead ng Beda nung Game 3 ng finals halos siya lang kumain! yun nga lang talo. Hyper like Tubid pero may control.]

Of course, there are several other players who could be on this list, and this is just a projection. Still, this team would have the size, skill and athletic ability to match up with the toughest teams in Asia.

And there’s nothing wrong with dreaming, is there?

Source: http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=87103

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Bakit pala wala si Jojo Duncil? Si LA Tenorio? Saka yung best kept secret ng UST, si Raymond Olgado (yung may reklamo gawa kayo ng blog nyo!)? Magiging Fil-Am na rin ako by that time! hahaha

BTW, I've heard na BAKA mag naturalize ng isang foreinger para sa team. May nabasa akong BAKA si Sam Ekwe (SBC), in case mag mature agad ang laro niya. Meron din na nagsabi na baka taga Middle East ang i-naturalize. Kung ako tatanungin, dapat wag na. Kasi kitang kita yung tunay na Filipino sa pagdating sa paglalaro under the RP Flag. Tingnan nyo si Alapag. Ayun ang Filipino! Pati si Kerby, malupit. Kahit dati ayaw ko sa kanya. Asi-hater ako dati pero nung nakita ko ang tiyaga nya sa laro, nasabi ko, taena, pinoy talaga ito. Pero si MARK "THE TRAITOR" Caguiao, pak u ka boy! Di ka Pinoy Go back to the States and play ball with em niggas. Talo ka pa nina Kelly Williams at Gabe Norwood!

Dapat palang gawin ay mag migrate yung magagaling magbasketball sa Pinas tapos magpakasal sa mga 'Kano para tumagkad tapos yung basketball genes mailipat sa anak. eugenics ba tawag dito? Bloodline project yung word na pumapasok sa utak ko eh.

Anyway, suportado ko na agad ang lahat na Team Pilipinas!

Monday, August 13, 2007

In the darkest hour

Only the things that matter will be there for you.

Things that you took for granted. That you overlooked for almost your lifetime. Until the darkest hour of life came (Your darkest hour, so far. -Homer Simpson).

I've took my life for granted. Never thought it would be of importance, to me, or to anyone else. I've always told myself, "pag oras mo na oras mo na. Wag ka na pumalag pa." But flashes of Samurai X's episode when Himura was asking his sensei why he can't master the Hitren Mitsurugi, his master calmly replied, "because you are always ready to throw your life away. you must learn to preserve it so you can protect others that you love." Maybe that's what I have to learn. I'm living not for myself, I'm living for others. I'm but a link in the world's human chain, I have to do my part to keep the world, the people I love, and myself complete.

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By the way, I love you baba. You kept me grounded. Made me feel mortal in between my Olympian bragging and dreams. >:D<

Believe.

Down 10 points.

With 75 ticks left on the game clock.

I hoped we had a Reggie Miller on our team. Or even a TMac.

But, alas, UST, our UST, lost our prized clutch player.

Fuck. 75 ticks left on the clock. 75 ticks before damnation...

All hope lost in me. Every drop of happiness sucked from me with every drum beat and every "Retikano" cheer from the green side.

Right to rule. Yeah. Fuck. Cheat more, damn cheaters.

I thought it was all over. I thought it was another slap on UST's face, another slap that we had to take again 8 years running.

But then again, ang puso ng palaban, di dapat pinagdududahan.

The YJ in front of us was shouting, in his paos voice, "Nagawa na nila ang part nila. Gawin na natin ang part natin."

Oh well. I have to do my part then, aside from trashtalking, showing the middle finger to the green cheaters, and cursing the stupid plays of Cortez and Mirza.

It'll just take 75 ticks, anyway.

After a basket from UST, and a turnover from Tang (a good elbow to Cortez's face to wake him up). The momentum shifted to UST.

Believe. This is what I forgot to do. To believe.

Last year's Cinderalla story was all about believing, not only on the team and every point that they make, but on every Thomasian's dream and hope of winning it all.

Totoo nga sabi ni YJ. Ginawa na ng team ang magagawa nila, yun ay ang maniwala na kaya nila manalo. Kailangan din namin gawin ang parte namin, paniwalaan ang mga pangarap koponan at ng bawat Tomasino sa koliseo.

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Sobrang saya ko sa panalo na nung mga last 30 secs, tumakbo ako sa DLSU side para mag cheer ng "Go USTe!" hahaha.

In your face, cheaters! Dugas pa mga cheers nyo sa San Beda.

Friday, August 10, 2007

4th Year HS questions

THINK BACK TO 4th year hs... Let's see
how much you remember and how much you
regret..

. What section were you?
::: St. Augustine of Hippo

. Who were your seatmates?
::: Riyyan. Nasa corner ako so isa lang katabi ko.

. Still remember your english teacher?
::: Fr. Angel.

. What was your first class?
::: Theology kay Fr. Raul

. Who were your best[classmates]?
::: iisa lang class namin mula 1st to 4th year.

. Who was your crush then?
::: Secret.

. Made friends to the lower years?
::: Oo.

. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend?
::: Oo.

. How was your class schedule?
::: 7am to 4pm!

. Made any enemies?
::: Oo.

. Who was your favorite teacher?
::: Fr. Nonie. Latin class.

. What sport did you play?
::: piko, jackstone, patintero, basketball and yung newly discovered game na Highway crossing.

. Did you buy your lunch?
::: hindi.

. Were you a party animal?
::: Hindi.

. Were you well known in your school?
::: OO.

. SKIP SCHOOl?
::: lols. pede. SS. :)

. Did you get suspended/expelled?
::: hindi. gwapo ako eh.

. Can you sing the alma mater?
::: Long live the pope...

. What was your favorite subject?
::: Latin.

. What was your school's full name?
::: St. Francis De Sales Minor Seminary.

. Did you go to the dances?
::: oo.

. If you could go back in time and do it all over, would you?
::: Oo naman.

. What do you remember most about 4th year?
::: classmates.


. Favorite memories in 4th year?
:::  yung killing two birds with one grenade incident sa class ni Fr. Nonie.

. Worst memory in 4th year?
::: Tuwing nakikita ko yung pokpok namin teacher na feeling rectress.

. Where did you go most often during breaks?
::: sa study hall.

. What did you do on the last day of school?
::: nag tumbling.


. How was your graduation?
::: ok lang. gago yung bobo namin computer teacher. yung pronounciation ng name ko ay "Reymund". bobo. hanggang ngayon di ko makalimutan.

Disconnected.

It's been years.

A couple of weeks most probably, since I wrote something on my multiply account. Work schedule has nothing to with it though.

Our very reliable ISP, Smart Bro(ken) suddenly got disconnected amidst the thunder and lightning of one rainy day in Katipunan. I reckon, at first, that it would be back after a day or two. But, after four days of waiting, I decided to call Smart CustoServe. For the nth time, my call couldn't get through. Until my patience snapped, due to lack of my recommended daily internet dosage, and I went to Smart Wireless Center at SM North. I inquired about the problem and they told me that maybe we got disconnected because we still haven't settled last month's balance. So I got some cash and paid for it, then advised the girl I've talk with beore that I've settled the balance and asked her when our internet would be connected again. She informed me that it would take a day or two. Ayos, I told myself. But after a week, we still can't connect to the net. And calling CustoServe is like writing your thesis on water. Useless. Futile. I hope my brother could get through the useless service.

A week after I got my first paycheck, I went back home to Lipa. It was a trip I was looking forward to. I get to relax back at home, away from the complex routines and everyday truckload of stress. It was, coindentally, my mother's birthday too. So along the way, I called her up to greet a happy birthday, and told her that I would be buying pasta, some bread, and a couple of litro drinks to celebrate her birthday back at my lola's house. I expected my aunt to be there with my cousins, so I bought a big Red Ribbon party pan spaghetti. It was a good day to celebrate a birthday, the sun was up, it wasn't that hot (well that's Lipa's climate I guess), and I got to give something back to my mom, somehow. Wel, that is until I found out that my aunt and cousins wouldn't be coming over because they had a lunch scheduled that day. So I got to eat the spaghetti with my other uncle, my neighbors, and the helpers. Oh well. It's the thought that counts.

Me: "Citiphone, this is Raymond. How may I help you?"
Cardholder: "Uh, Jay?!

Shit. It happens almost ten friggin' time everyday. Ang layo ng Raymond sa Jay! The funny thing is the other daym instead of Jay, the cardholder said, "uh, ian?"

Uh, about work. The good news is that I got a new schedule. I'll be logged on from 7am to 4pm. That's about the same time that I get up to go to school and come back home. It's good because, I get to rest earlier and somehow get back in time for the evening news. And this schedule would enable me to take MA next semester, that is, if I get to save some money. The bad news, on the other hand, is that I wanted to quit already. I have three reasons why I wanted to quit:

  1. Endless Cycle of Foolishness. Everyday, I get to put on a fake smile (at least on my voice) and greet the stupid, idiotic cardholders, as if they were my master. And no matter how clear I explain to them the solution to their problem, they would always press on their hate for our bank's hidden charges, which are in fact clearly stated and explained on the application form and card's terms and conditions. And I would, as far as my patience would hold, apologize to them. Apologize that God gave them so small a brain that they can't comprehend why they breathe. I wanted to end all of this crap.
  2. Attitude Driven. I remember a message sent by our Group Head, that work should be faced with a positive attitude. I tried to do it by the first week of my log. But somehow I felt like Harry Potter surrounded by dementors who suck every drop of happiness and sanity in my mind, from the idiotic and irate card holders to Über kupal officemates to crap work policies. Positive attitude in our work is hard to come by these days.
  3. This is not ME. Before graduation I preconditioned my sub conscious that I wouldn't work for a call center or anything to do with a conversation with someone else over the phone. But lo and behold, I am included in the call center employee statistic. I sourgrape and repeat it over and over inside my head that I took this job to save money for my master's. But sourgraping wouldn't change reality. It would change the fact that I hate this kind of job. This is not what I planned in my life, given some calculated risks here and there. I envy my other officemate would had some courage to resign after 7 months of working in the same company. He told me that he never really liked this kind of work. He never found any kind of satisfaction. Somehow, I wish I could muster enough courage too. I guess I have to devise an escape plan, and a Plan B.

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thanks to Lis (*hug*) for letting me use their PC for this entry.

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By the way, I would like to apologize to Mirza for trashtalking his game. Damn. He burned Ateneo during the last game. 6/7from rainbow country?! Coach Pido must have cried during the game, because both of joy and disbelief. hahaha