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I just moved to a new blogsite:

If you don’t mind my usual rants and musings as a writer, an only child and as a slave, head over there. You’ve been warned.


I just moved to a new blogsite:

If you don’t mind my usual rants and musings as a writer, an only child and as a slave, head over there. You’ve been warned.

Resurrection Scrolls, Resurrection Spells, and Phoenix Downs

All mentioned items have one thing in common—they bring you back to “life” or “back in action.”

In this case, it’s applicable to the rebirth of my blog.

A: Are you ready?

B: No one is ever too ready for anything.

Champions!: UST wins UAAP Season 69 Finals basketball tournament vs Ateneo! Yay!

Quick post! (Edited)

Hear them roar!

The University of Santo Tomas (UST) Growling Tigers finally ended the 10-year championship drought and won the UAAP Season 69 Basketball tournament, 74-76, against the Ateneo De Manila University Blue Eagles at the deciding Game 3 match just this afternoon at the Araneta Coliseum.

The Loyola-based cagers dominated the first half of the game, until the Espana-based cagers finally managed to inch past the Eagles at 3rd quarter. The two teams tied at 64 at the last quarter and went into overtime. With around 12.5 seconds on the shot clock, Ateneo’s Chris Tiu committed a foul against the Tigers. Second stringer Dylan Ababou failed to nail the first attempt on the free throw line. His second attempt, however, finally gave the Tigers the lead, 75-74.

After JC Intal’s failed attempt to score for the Eagles, Eric Salamat fouled Jun Cortez at 3.7 seconds. Cortez buried the first shot and missed his second, giving the Tigers a two-point edge against the Eagles, 76-74. The Eagles grabbed the rebound but Jai Reyes’ attempt at a long shot missed the basket.

The Tigers were considered as underdogs of this year’s basketball season, carrying a not-so-sterling 7-6 card into the Finals. The Tigers created a huge upset during the elimination when they became the first team to halt the 8-0 winning streak of the Eagles.

Jojo Duncil of UST was given the UAAP Season 69 Finals MVP Award. He scored 8 out of his 18 points during the last three minutes in the overtime.

* Updates, corrections, comments would be very much welcome! I got the info from my dad who got to watch the game because I was in a seminar. Who scored the highest? What were the other highlights of the game? Another update would be posted after I watched the replay. 😀

* Go USTE! We, Thomasians, hoped; you guys delivered! Nice! You brought the glory of ’96 back to USTe in 2006 indeed! Congratulations to everyone on the team! Wish I was there to watch and cheer you on! ^^, You made us proud!

For a more detailed account on how Game 3 went, go to

We won! Ateneo vs UST UAAP Finals – Game 2

Game 3 – Championship update here!


A quick update:

I just got news that the University of Santo Tomas Growling Tigers finally grabbed a huge chunk off the Championship trophy! The UST Tigers won Game 2 of the 69th Season of the UAAP Basketball Finals, ending the match with a 87-71 score. Weeh! I am so happy!

Go USTe!!!

The Ateneo Blue Eagles won Game 1, 73-72, last September 23. The Tigers and Eagles are now tied with 1-1 card. Game 3 will surely be an interesting game.

Random Fact #1: This is the first time that ADMU and UST faced off in a UAAP Finals.

Random Fact #2: UST last won the title in 1996. Will it this year’s team bring the Glory of ’96 back to UST in 2006?

We, Thomasians, certainly hope so!

Full update next time! I’m just so happy that I had to post this! More info about Game 2 next time. Hahaha. See you in the Finals, guys! =)

Hide and Seek – Imogen Heap

“…ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling
no, i don’t believe you
you don’t care a bit


where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling … continue reading this entry.

Tattoo on my mind (again) and piercings

[mood] brain-addled
[opening theme] Hide and Seek – Imogen Heap 

Brandom Boyd of Incubus - his forearm tattoo showing during one of his performancesSexy. I dunno why but I really find people with tats rather sexy. Why they hold so much appeal to my eyes, I have yet to figure out. I’ve realized my fascination with guys who have tats on their forearms two Sundays ago. I almost pulled off a steathy-ninja stalk when three guys passed by; the one on the middle had a lovely dark tribal tat on his right forearm that went up to his upper arm. I wanted to drool for some reason and my eyes just can’t help but follow his movements. I wanted to poke the guy and ask if I could take a picture of the tat. Never knew that I had it in me: you know, the stalkerish train of thoughts.

But two things held me back: (1) My father dragged me inside a store which I couldn’t remember and (2) I can’t speak Korean. Or Mandarin. The guys were foreigners, that’s for sure.

Then I remembered another incident when I can’t tear off my eyes at a guy’s forearm. My cousin Jobert and I were about to change our money to peso when another group of guys fell in line and yep, the guy had a tat on his right forearm. Gah! I was surreptitiously stealing glances at the tat design when I noticed another thing: he had ear piercings. *waterfall of tears* Darn it. Another weakness.

Not many people can pull off the tattooed and pierced look so don’t think that I’d always drool at the sight of every guy that has a forearm tat. I rather have my standards. *Sigh.* … continue reading this entry.

Ateneo VS UST in the 2006 UAAP Finals? Finally!

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

*   *   *

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.


First Time

Hindi na mauulit ang time na to.

So this is why those first times occupy a special place in our hearts? Because the feeling is all new, you just have to take in everything in relation to the feeling.

First best friend. First fallen tooth. First 10 yards on the bike without support before falling flat on your side. First scar. First successful upperhand service in volleyball. First home run. First kick in the groin in kindergarten. First crush. First confrontation with an older sister of the kid I used to bully. First honors. First pang of jealousy. First suicidal thoughts. First thoughts to enter nunnery. First manuscript for a school play. First broken heart. First failed grade. First balut.

So many firsts in one little lifetime.

I’m being a sentimental fool over work. Another first.

Happy first anniversary to our company. And happy first year to me in this company. =)

Splurging Part II – Movies

For some unfathomable reason, my father dragged me out to bed before the clock hit noon last Sunday so we could go have lunch at a mall. It proved to be a very drastic day for my thinning wallet. I’m actually starting to get worried: am I starting to vent out my so-called angst and frustation on *gasp* shopping?

Let me enlighten you a bit. Some days ago, I was kind of sick (no–I had been sick and I still am sick with the last remnants of the coughs). Was so bummed out of my wits that I had to buy several items: seven books (three of which I haven’t finished yet, but managed to browse from time to time) and a couple of new albums just to, well, appease myself. Lift my spirits.

And now that I’m having a little “I’m-so-not-in-the-mood-that-I-want-to-be-bitchy-but-wouldn’t-because-that-would-be-really-mean-and-I-know-I’m-not-mean-so-that-leaves-me-with-a-freakin-conversation-with-myself-and-I-had-to-really-stop-doing-that-because-I’d-look-really-weird-even-though-I’m-really-weird-yet-wouldn’t-really-want-to-broadcast-said-weirdness-to-the-www-which-still-leaves-me-talking-to-self-and-I-want-to-stop-it-ahh!-how-about-doing-something-that-is-so-unMitch-like-taking-supposedly-existent-saladforabrain-off-problems-so-how-about-we-try—” [this is where you insert something random]

Shopping. Second time in a row. I splurged. Ack. I first bought really cheesy movies (fits the mood of my parallel self): Drive Me Crazy (1999) starring Melissa Joan Hart and Adrian Grenier. Took Two Weeks Notice (2002) starring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock off the rack next. Grabbed The Replacements (2000) starring Gene Hackman and Keanu Reeves next and promptly paid for the three at the cashier. I was about to go out the store when my eyes caught some oldie movies near the door and my eyes landed on The Breakfast Club (1985) starring Emilio Estevez, Judd Nelson, Anthony Hall, Molly Ringwald and Ally Sheedy; my dad was reading Saturday Night Fever‘s (1977) precis, so I promptly grabbed said movie from his hands and headed for the cashier again.

I watched four movies that night (all of which I thoroughly enjoyed; yeah, it’s a little pity party with myself, some Fita biscuits and a tomato–but for the first time in that week, I either “awww-ed” or laughed out loud alone.) I was saving Saturday Night Fever for next Saturday. Yeah, it’s so cornballs to do so, I know. So what?

Point is, they weren’t in my plans. I even bought Games Master Philippines’ last issue (Collector’s Item, by the way–cuz, yup, it’s gonna be their last issue…)

Again, they weren’t in my plans. Just like all the bracelets I have in my room. Or the notebooks that gather years of dust before I decide to use them for my rants. I never noticed it before, and the only question running through my head is why I haven’t noticed it before. I’ve thought of them as little, sinless indulgences but seriously, it’s gonna cost me something in the future.

Or maybe I’m just being hard on myself because I really hardly buy myself anything unless needed? Is that why I might be feeling a little guilty because I sort of “bought myself some happiness?”

Hay. Kay simple-simple, pinapakomplika. Kung pwede lang talaga itulog, itutulog ko na. Kung pwede nga lang.

Turn around, I’m changing

[mood] dark
[song of the day] I Just Want To Live – Good Charlotte

I thought that I would never, ever post this rant letter. But apparently, things are bound to happen again. And this calls for a rant post. Sis Karen, sana hindi ka matakot.

“…alam mo yung feeling na pinabibihis ka ng damit,
pero andun pa rin sila at nanonood
kung paano ka magpapalit?”
convo with Arashijo.


July 14, 2006
Letter No. 2

I am not perfect. I can try to change, but I can’t do it overnight.

Newsflash? I AM trying. If that isn’t enough for you, then it’s either I may not be trying hard enough, or I’ll just never be able to meet your expectations. I am just an ordinary person trying to excel so cut me some slack and give me some credit.

The bullshit thing about trying sometime is that it hardly gets recognized. I’m not some attention-whore who would love to hear praises about the work I’ve done. What I just need is some consideration.

You guys always say that I lack the trait. Well newsflash numero dos, maybe I am not the only one? Maybe it should work both ways? If I may be so bold to say so, I’ve obediently followed every f***ing directions you’ve given me. And you’ve known that I’ve regretted some of those times. But I’m done with regretting how I usually blamed myself in the past. Which is why I don’t like getting blamed for something “where I apparently didn’t try hard enough.”

Maybe I’m not just the person you thought me to be.

Let me grow alone sometimes: I do need the space.

Like a tree, I need my space. Let me branch out, let my roots grab hold on to the soil, let the fruits I bear reach the prime without getting poked at ever so often.

You should know by now that I’m a sensitive little tree and my fruits bruise easily.


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.

–o–o–o–        –o–o–o–         –o–o–o–        –o–o–o–        –o–o–o–   
“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

Name – Goo Goo Dolls

“Scars are souvenirs you never lose”
Goo Goo Dolls

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can’t turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you’d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we’re grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don’t belong to no one
That’s a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won’t tell no one your name … continue reading this entry.


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.

Alive, Kicking and Still Coughing

[mood] eager
[music] We Are All Innocent – Our Lady Peace

I am back from the dead. Although I still have a bad case of coughs, I’m definitely better than I had been a week before. I caught the cough-colds-flu combo virus last week and let me tell you, it was one of the worse experiences because of these reasons. 

Reason Numero Uno: I spent more that I usually spend on a weekly basis—I had to “splurge” on rolls of tissues, Gatorade, and medicine.

Reason Numero Dos: I can’t talk properly. For a person who is naturally talkative—nicknamed “Chatterbox” by my wonderful cousins—it was pure hell. I have to swallow every quip I have in mind, I can’t even laugh properly or I would have a bad coughing fit. Nasty, I tell you.

… continue reading this entry.

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