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Ateneo VS UST in the 2006 UAAP Finals? Finally!

Game 2 Update here and the Championship-Game 3 update here.

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It’s been years.

We were Seniors in the university then when we had a Sports Journalism subject. Part of our exercises were to attend the games of the University of Santo Tomas Growling Tigers, cover their games and submit the story the next day. I love basketball. I love shouting at any sports game to root for my favored team. I don’t care if I get a sore throat the next day but, well, I’m that enthusiastic.

UST Growling Tigers. Obviously.
I swear, the barkada would have enjoyed attending much of those games if the Tigers had only won. Sadly, the last time that the Tigers had a place in the Final Four was still when we were freshmen (AY 01-02). It was such a hassle to go to Araneta Coliseum (in our uniforms, no less) or Rizal Coliseum and get back to Espana just in time for the next class. It was no joke.

And then finally, two years after I had graduated from the univ, my sis Karen told me that we made it to the Finals against the Ateneo Blue Eagles! Apparently, the Tigers had defeated the University of the East Warriors (whom I was told was a twice-to-beat team) Yay! We are so going to watch. Ha!

Random Fact: The Tigers were the first team to end the winning streak of the Blue Eagles this UAAP Season. w00t!

To all Thomasians who had unluckily stumbled on this post: see you there at the Araneta Coliseum!

I’ll edit this post when I finally research the current roster of our alma mater’s basketball team. That is, after I’ve finall finished practicing my “Go, USTe!” cheer.

Note: Congrats to the University of Santo Tomas Salinggawi Dance Troupe for winning the 5th time in UAAP Cheerdance Competition! You made us proud to be Thomasians here at Hinge! Ian Fegalan and Ren Berioso, classmates, I know you’re pretty darn happy of the legacy you left. I3UST.



Having two Thursdays in a week and a very pleasant surprise

[mood] slighty freaked out; surprised
[song title that befits the post] (If Only I Could) Turn Back Time – Aqua

I’ve admitted to being weird years ago already. But yesterday had just thrown me off course.

I woke up and thought that it was Thursday already. I made several mistakes of assuming that it was Thursday yesterday. It was just weird and for the first time in my life, my weirdness freaked me out. 😐 Yes, people: I’ve become accustomed to my weird behaviors in the past but this one just plastered a “Huh?-look” on my face.

Now that it’s really Thursday, I feel an odd sort of deja vu. That it was the so-called Thursday all over again from yesterday except that I’m wearing different clothes and editing different articles.

“I don’t care if monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday i don’t care about you
It’s Friday i’m in love”
Friday, I’m In Love,
The Cure

See, even The Cure couldn’t bring a proper description on their Wednesday. I’m now convinced that I really lost a Wednesday this week. Nothing could convince me otherwise. Yet.

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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”
Closing Time,

I got a very pleasant surprise from my high school friend, Edgar Aguilar.

Note first that I’m the kind of person who is very much wary of surprises. Surprises are nice, but I’m a generally suspicious person. I favor things to be more predictable (but yup, somewhere deep down the cresses of my being–I admire people who can withstand unpredictability and changes). Epoy, as we’ve fondly called him ever since, had warned me that he has a surprise for me when he dropped by the area today.

Anxious and a bit apprehensive, though excited, I went down to take a break for a while when he texted that he’s close. And as he neared where I stood, my eyes grew wide as I recognized one of my oldest friends since grade school: he brought Rica Evangelista with him!

Rica and I started to get close with each other when we around Grade 3 pupils at Blessed Christ Child Montessori Foundation–ang paaralang walang hagdan–in Balayan, Batangas. She would call my mom whenever there’s some bully making me cry. We were both, um, vertically challenged and sort of skinny so we can hardly to physical harm to any of the big boys who would mercilessly tease us. We would tambay at their boutique during our long lunch breaks. She was also the first person who invited me to have lunch with her family at their house sometimes. She was the first friend I invited over to our house in Barangay Canda, a rather sleepy and dusty town surrounded by hectares of sugarcane field, mango trees, and carabaos. I actually consider her as the first friend I have after being transferred from a public school to Montessori in Grade 1.

We used to play a lot, mimicking Sailor Moon’s adventures, play volleyball or tell spooky stories with our other friends. I remember her telling us that there are dwarves in their house and it made me wonder then if I could ever have a chance of seeing the dwarves if I hang out at their house more. She also introduced me to the world of fiction other than the fairy tales and encyclopedia that I usually read at home: I started reading Sweet Valley and years later, I wondered about the technicalities of writing and started writing my own fiction. 

In a brief warm hug that I shared with her when we met again after losing contact for more than five years, I remembered all those good times.

We lost contact when she had to transfer schools from Batangas to Calamba, Laguna for her secondary schooling.

In that brief warm hug that we shared, I forgot about the years of not being able to ask her how she is. I hope that we’ll meet up again soon.

Epoy, set a date and let’s get the barkada together. Thanks for the very wonderful surprise.

[status] tired but happy
[senti song of the moment] Closing Time – Semisonic


I don’t like getting sick. It not only addled my health and brain, but also my wallet. As I’ve said before, I ended up spending more that I intended to.

I’ve splurged again—not on tissues or tablets this time, but on books. And a couple of new CDs. Two weeks before I got sick, I heard the nearest bookstore “calling out” to me. Yeah, yeah, weird. But I kind of missed the smell of stacks of books already. If there’s one thing that I’ve definitely missed when I graduated from UST, it’s the library.

But I digress. Back to two weeks ago. So, even though I’m running with a little fever and scratchy throat, I still insisted on walking from the office to the nearest Booksale and snagged some light reading. Four books to be exact. I read pretty much anything and at the time, I indulged on some cheap romances, fiction and young adult. Heehee. Cheap romances are my little, sinful indulgences.  

For Better or Worse coverFor Better or Worse by Penny Jordan.
Genre: Romance.

A story about three different relationships indirectly connected by an old house. This is not one of those some smut-filled romances you usually find on stands; it actually delved more on the emotional struggle of the six characters with their relationships. Fern finally takes a stand about her rocky marriage to an unbelievably insecure husband. Elaine struggles how to keep her new family—her husband, her two young attention-seeking boys from her first marriage, an angsty teenage daughter of her current hubby from his previous marriage bent to spook the hell out of her–together under one roof. Carefree Zoe gets pregnant unexpectedly and contemplates on abortion without telling Ben, her partner and lover, who doesn’t want children. Verdict? To say that the book had surprised me with its introspection and maturity is rather an understatement, but you won’t see me reading this book again until maybe after a year later. This is not to be considered a light read. Ack. 

Sophie. (I forgot the author.) Genre: Young Adult. Sophie is going through the stage where she thinks that nobody would understand her. She constantly bickers with her mom for “not understanding her” or “having time for her.” Usual YA stuff about the pains of growing up and realizing little nuggets of truth at an early age. Verdict? Would really appreciate the “enlightening” moments of Sophie if I were only 15 again. I’ve read other online YA stuff that’s more mature and more brutal in stealing that bliss of innocence called ignorance. Check out and browse through it. 

Baby, I'm Yours coverBaby, I’m Yours by Susan Andersen.
Genre: Romance.

Another clichéd case of mistaken identity. Sam, a bounty hunter, takes prim and proper Catherine, an elementary teacher for the deaf, mistaking her as Catherine’s impulsive and ditzy little sister, who was accused of stealing a car and now out a bail. It was a funny read actually—I’ve always enjoyed mistaken identity stories. It makes the author dwell more on the characters because there is something to prove, something to establish. It was amusing to read Catherine’s claims to prove her identity. I even had to symphatize with Sam for all the psycho- and emo- stunts that Catherine pulled to escape him. And while the characters are wonderfully drawn out, the plot wasn’t compromised. I’ve even enjoyed the quirkiness of one of the second characters. Verdict? Would read it again after I get bored with my experimental books. 

Too Much of A Good Thing coverToo Much of A Good Thing by Kimberla Lawson Roby.
Genre: Fiction.Preacher Curtis Black had once been caught philandering and had cost him his marriage and a congregation. He was given a second chance at what he had lost, but temptations just get in the way of this charming and good-looking preacher. Let’s see how Curtis gets out of this one if his ex-wife and current wife team up on him to expose his not-so-religious ways. Verdict? Well, I’ve yet to finish it, but this book seemed like a parody for me. I’ve just finished the prologue, and off the bat, I knew that I’m not gonna like this Curtis character. Kudos to the author for she had established Curtis’ character very well from the very first paragraph: I just knew that his is a character that I would love to hate until the end of the story. 

>>> These books served as my companion when I did nothing but lay on the bed during the days that I got sick. Eating, reading, sleeping—yup, this was my routine last week. So boring. I was in bed from Saturday til Tuesday of last week. I’ve been bored as hell that I decided to get back to work on Wednesday and Thursday. I guess I was so wrongo. I started burning up again and I had to file another sick leave last Friday. I rested fully on that day because I had to cover an event on Saturday, which is the World Cyber Games Eliminations at Megamall. 

>>> Which brings me to the next set of things that I bought on impulse. 

>>> After covering the event until 6:30p.m., I decided to wait for my parents at National Bookstore. Bad move, Mitch. Definitely a bad move. Why, you ask? Because I saw red: a lot of books are on sale! I think I spent an hour or so scouring the area before I managed to narrow down my titles to three.  

A Hat Full of Sky coverA Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett.
Genre: Fiction.

Tiffany Aching, a young witch-in-training, learns about magic and responsibility as she battles a disembodied monster with the assistance of the six-inch-high Wee Free Men and Mistress Weatherwax, the greatest witch in the world. Before anyone could sue me for plagiarism, that summary was taken out of the book—word per word. Now that the disclaimer is done…

Well. I’ve just started on it and lemme just say that Pratchett had me wrapped around his magical sense of humor and had me curious about the world that he had created. Verdict? Am currently reading and every page has managed to make my lips quirk in amusement already. 

The Giver's coverThe Giver by Lois Lowry.
Genre: Teens. Young Adult. Children.

Jonas’s world is perfect. Everything is under control. There is no war or fear or pain. There are no choices. Every person is assigned a role in the Community. When Jonas turns twelve, he is singled out to receive a special training from The Giver. The Giver alone holds the memories of the true pain and pleasure of life. Now it’s time for Jonas to receive the truth. There is no turning back. Disclaimer: I did not write the summary; it was unabashedly copied off the book’s precis. Verdict? I haven’t read a page yet but my curiosity is mightily piqued by the possibility of being entrusted with the knowledge of pain and of truth in the world of perfection. Could you imagine the enormity of the responsibilty handed to a twelve-year old kid? The book was published way back in 1993 and had won several awards already. I’m expecting a lot from this book; I just hope that I won’t be that disappointed. 

Reconnaissance by Tara FT Sering. Genre: Short fiction (collection). This is a collection of short fiction written by Tara FT Sering. I have no idea yet what’s in store for me with this book, but I just had to make sure that I brush up on my contemporary Philippine lit once in a while. I’m eager to read this collection after finishing the stuff above as I’m leaning more into short fiction lately.*sigh* So much for hoping that I start saving for Christmas.  

>>> But of course, it doesn’t end there. I just had to remember that my cousin Jobert asked me to purchase him a record of Blades, a new pop/rock band whose three out four members hailed from our town. I reached the record bar, got the album, turned around and saw my wallet’s Doom’s Day: I saw the albums of Snow Patrol and Dashboard Confessional. I am so doomed.  

>>> My hands incontrollably reached for the records. Snow Patrol or Dashboard Confessional? Snow Patrol or Dashboard Confessional? I ended up choosing the latter because I’ve been so hung up with Hands Down and I wanted to hear more of their newest songs.  

>>> I was about to pay, but then I just had to turn around and see the aisle for Rock. Goodbye, another Ninoy, I thought as I grabbed My Chemical Romance. And there went my allowance for the week. Sob.  But it was money well spent. As I played the CDs for the first time, the songs that immediately got me hooked were DC’s Reason to Believe, Stolen and Dusk and Summer song and Mychem’s I’m Not Okay (I Promise), Helena, The Ghost of You, Cemetery Drive and You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison. 

Reviews on their albums on my next post. Plus book reviews on Jonathan Stroud’s Bartemius Trilogy Book I and Michael Crichton’s Congo.

Deadlines, deadlines

[mood] tired
[music] Haruka Kanata – Asian Kung Fu Generation

“At some point, I would like to write a book and other things, but I work best when there is some sort of deadline in my own mind, but not when fifty people or fifty million people are breathing down the back of my neck.”

– Alanis Morissette

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Comics: A vivid high school memory

[mood] optimistic
[opening music video] I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death Cab for Cutie

A while ago, my highschool barkada Eric Bautista caught me on YM and asked if I had been busy lately.

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I came, I saw, I met: Up dharma Down at Megamall (and other stories)

Intense is the only adjective that I could think of as I remember Up dharma Down (UdD) perform live last August 5 at Burn Magazine’s mall tour. The event was hosted by Burn Magazine’s Production Coordinator Denise Mallabo and Events Manager of Hinge Inquirer Publications, Juno Limjap.

Up dharma Down performs at Megamall for the BURN Mall Tour

It was the first time that I saw them on stage and it took a great ounce of effort not to squeal like a rabid fan girl during their performance. Especially when they played Pag-Agos, Oo, Maybe, and Lazy Daisy. If you haven’t heard any of their songs yet (segue: why???), you can listen to them online at Pure Volume. Let’s support Pinoy music and the Pinoy magazine that supports them! Therefore, buy BURN! Hehe. >:)

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Pictures, pictures…

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Up dharma Down later, then Markus and the Electric Fan Boy tomorrow!

Here’s a quick post! Ean, Armi, Paul and Carlos

I prayed that I would not be sick today, just so I could watch Up dharma Down at Megamall–an event by BURN Magazine, the music mag from Hinge Inquirer Publications. I had a slight fever yesterday and I woke up this morning still feeling a little off. But no, sick or not, I’m off to Megamall to finally hear them perform live. >:) I shall post the lryics of Pag-Agos, Maybe, and Oo soon.

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Hmm. I finally found a name for this character who has been lingering on my mind since summer of last year: Markus. I’ve thought about this story when the office of the company I am working for was still in Cityland Herrera Tower. The walls of our office is painted bright orange. Yes, bright orange. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to nod my head off while working.

After I’ve posted Stella: Version 1.1, Markus’ character grunted at me and poked me with a walking stick, saying it was now his turn. So tomorrow, I’ll be posting another new story: Markus and the Electric Fan Boy

Electric Fan BoyPrologue preview: Markus is a newly-grad who just got hired at a publishing company as a graphic artist. He’s often silent, speaking only when needed. But when he has something to say–it was brutally honest that people veer away from his serious demeanor. But then he senses something odd about his workplace: he always felt watched–extremely watched–by none other than a vintage electric fan. Seriousness will be a far-fetched notion thereafter.

Tattoo on My Mind: An Anecdote

Note: The post title is not meant to be Tattooed on My Mind (a song title). Yes, I know, bad pun.

Mico’s last comment at my entry The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance reminded me of my little tattoo story.

My barkada and I went to Intramuros one time when we were still in college. We decided to get henna tattoos on our wrists. I had mine at the right. When I got home, my dad saw it and freaked out. And I, being the obedient and guilt-striken teen that I was, decided to get rid of the henna in the fastest way possible: Scotch Brite.

Yup, Scotch Brite.

I used alcohol first in trying to remove the henna, then soap, then something else–but all to no avail. And then there was the Scotch Brite. It had seemed like a “brite” and sterling idea then to “clean the mess I got into”–so to speak.

So yeah, I Scotch Brite-d the henna tattoo on my wrist the same night I had it.

Yes, it was a big ouch. My wrist was stinging with little needle-prickling-the-skin-like pain–it was as if I scraped my wrist on the cement upon tripping. Ironically, the wound took after a very familiar pattern: that of my former henna tattoo. >:) Hehe.

Moral lesson of the story? Yes, we all do some stupid things sometimes on impulse. In the end, the only good thing about the consequences of the stupidity is that they make good anecdotes (either to remind yourself about the stupidity thus pushing yourself to grow up; or, to warn others of your stupidity).

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Since we’re on the subject, I have seriously considered that if ever I’d have tattoo, the top three spots on my body would be:

(1) where the base of the neck meets the shoulder, right side
Design: the shape of a heart formed by having two cobras face each other (head to head, belly to belly). That, or this one.

(2) along the spine of my back
Design: preferably a skeleton of a thin snake

(3) around my upper arm, like a permanent armlet or around my leg near the ankle, like a permanent anklet
Design: three guesses about the design I have in mind. Heh.

So. Given tattooes any thought lately?

Comfort Zone

Muchas gracias por mi amiga Denice (for listening to me rant about this at National Bookstore.)

To all who might stumble in my blog, this one is a pretty lengthy entry. It tends to get boring. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.


It finally has a name.


You know the thing about not naming something? It makes you realize that if you name that something, you can’t deny it any longer. And when you can’t ignore it anymore, you realize that you have to do something about it. And this is when you start procrastinating. It is either (1) you procrastinate because you don’t know what to do about it, or (2) you procrastinate because the only action you could to do is totally not your thing.


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