Chills and colds and.. babo!

Quite an off beat Friday for me; an awkward weekend head start.

Even my yellow bolero couldn’t quite suffice an energetic attempt I was trying to come up with.

My head’s aching terribly and I can’t remember me sounding this nasal in a long while. I feel me want to just slide into bed and sleep this thing away. Well, Greenhills’ quite a long ride home. Just like that, I knew, this day is going to be long and punishing.

I am actually in no way interested of having to move a muscle from my seat. I’d like to stay still and heap down heavy breaths that could clear my nostrils down --but miserably to this moment, operation unsuccessful.

I read replies this morning for my weekend invitation. It was nice hearing that Gene’s going to make a come-backing appearance and Dex on a debut. Girlfriends were still quite tentative though, opaque of answers given. That was a little sad. I was hoping I could really have both sets of friends come. It was kind of a cute mix: girlfriends from high school and guy friends from college. I was thinking it would fit best. Nonetheless, I’m still waiting up for responses til tonight.



And oh, Ervin’s skipping this one out. Some serious matters of the heart I’m not attempting to interfere. I mean without having to be sarcastic about it.

Sneeze here.

I wish I could shake this one off. I don’t want to be blowing my nose every now and then come dinner Sunday. That would be god-awful headache right there. I wouldn’t want any sort of feverish feeling on my 24^th. That’s not quite a good tip off.

I want to slide into bed right about now. Medicine’s taking its toll already. Apart from being drowsy, my head hurts like it’s going to break into pieces.

I wish I was home to sleep this all away.

Well, that was until I set foot on babo.

Suddenly, I had other things in mind.

August on Me

I was crossing the street again to no avail of the pedestrian lane. If that makes me stubborn, then let it be. I am not in any sort of argument mood to even contest such idea. Or worse, I am acquiescent to the idea itself. Oh, whichever.

Migraine hit me like nuts last night. It pounded, hammered, punched my head in convincing power. I was all too well out of sink I can't even imagine how I managed to tuck myself in to sleep, a deep one at that. There's no point ranting I, guess. I was facing Monday heads up.

I don't know if this is some sort of a sign, me being jumpy. My birthday's coming this weekend and I can't believe I'm sort of slammed out by the thing itself. In short, I was and am having a hard time. There's no pin-pointing here, but I feel me swell all because of a thousand of things I couldn't blame anything but the universe! Did I just say 'There's no pin-pointing here.' See, I'm sort of lost too. Hands up.

August, well, started out just fine for me, I mean better. Buoyant thoughts, I had lots of it. I felt some sudden urge to paint the walls yellow, despite the gloominess of that night. I couldn't care less if my wedges got all dirty. The drizzles made it all so much more special. And for the first time, I felt some blanket of security warm me down. And yes, I was overwhelmed. And hopeful. And anxious. And weepy. And thankful. All at the same time.

I couldn't have missed out on anything. I was just kind of surprised there were only a few instances I could actually draw attention into about this month. But that don't make these things any less important as they mean to me. In fact, these things keep me going. My sort of resolute stimulants. And I'm holding on to it, defying grip.

Silence seems to be learning to maneuver its way in me, being the outspoken person that I am, that's quite a thing, you know. Sometimes, it felt painfully good keeping my mouth shut. Some other times I felt volcanically eruptive, doing some abrupt hushing-myself-down ritual.

I have always been aware though of the temper that I have. And I believe I have had substantial control of that too. And yes, no matter how far from hushed I seem to be now, it's the aftermath of long and grueling undertakings. A-huh. And I say undertakings.

But lately, I felt I was pushed to the limit. My fury towering higher against me. And I was quite afraid I'd push on the wrong button. I knew I need to calm myself down and consider better options being laid on the table. I managed, I supposed, it was a fair act on my part, but the thought of it, pulled my disappointment back together, rationality won't even bother to enter the picture anymore, the situation being just a gimme, even a toddler would give me a thumbs up. And I am sticking by my decision in its most fervent sense.

And I just got to sit out the idea, is this really happening or am I just being critical: Queen of attention to details?

Yes, you can call me that too besides sensitively emotional. I could but I wouldn't argue.

Sometimes I can't help but dig deep into things, borderline paralyzing already. It's maiming and destructive and selfish; my harbor of self-defense maybe. And I was a little less mindful it has become self and others inflicting too. Momentarily, I felt I lost control there.

And I just had to wonder why in this lifetime Patience and me have always been not so good company. There could have been a lot of other things about us, I mean my being impatient. Maybe that one I can dig ground deep. I just couldn't get a good hold at it. I have always extended hands to Patience to play the game nice with me. I just don't know if I lost grip or focus or whatever, it always seem to fall out of hand.

My weekend's kind of full of drama. Reading on Eat, Pray, Love from the train Friday night, I couldn't stop flipping the pages. It was so heartfelt I plan to read it again and munch on the crisps of Elizabeth Gilbert's wit. And I tell you, it's moving. Well, at least for me.

Sunday beat a ten-time roller-coater ride. Maybe I shouldn't have rode it. Hard-earned lesson.

Bottom line? Migraine and heart burn.

Something of which I'd like to beg off for my birthday.

Oh, please.

I have had enough.

City ~

There's a harvest each Saturday night /At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride /A place you can stand for one night and get gone /It's clear this conversation ain't' doing a thing /Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing /And I don't feel like singing tonight /All the same songs /Here in these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /Nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold you? /The situation's always the same /You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name /Stealing gold from the silver they see /But it's not me /Here in these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /There's nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold you? /Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading away /Am I gone? /Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading /In these deep city lights /Girl could get lost tonight /I'm finding every reason to be gone /There's nothing here to hold on to /Could I hold on to you?




And I couldn't elaborate some more.

900 and counting

On Olsen Racela’s 900^th Career Game Played

And I could not miss out writing about it.

From his humble beginnings, Olsen Racela could have been on the twilight of his career now but seems to be unwavering in overachieving himself.

Being back up to Jun Reyes in the Ateneo, he became part of the championship team in 1988. In 1993, he was drafted by Purefoods, the same year he won Mr. Quality Minutes.  He played there till 1996 under which he won two titles while backing up Dindo Pumaren.

In 1997, he joined the San Miguel Beermen under tactician Ron Jacobs, of which he admits that being the turning point of his career. Jacobs relied heavily on him, giving him freedom and trusting his decision-making.  He was playing better came 1998. He earned a spot in the Tim Cone-coached Philippine Centennial Team in the Asian Games in Bangkok, Thailand which brought home a bronze medal.

In the succeeding years, when San Miguel was building its dynasty under Joseph Uichico, Olsen Racela proved that he was the league’s most premiere point guard, orchestrating in the 5 titles the team won from 1999-2001. He became part of the Mythical Second Team in 1998 and 1999 and the Mythical First Team in 2000 and 2001. No wonder he made it to the All-Star 5 times already.

Despite all the credits there were, a quite lonesome point in his career happened in his close out performance in the 2002 Busan Asiad. In that second stint, Olsen buried a trey in the final minute of the game, giving the Philippines advantage, but only to miss out two important 15-foot line trip in a dramatic Korean 69-68 win.

Nevertheless, after that Olsen was still heads up chalking up his 2000^th career assist and yet some other Beermen titles in the 2005 and 2008 import-laden Fiesta Conference.

And just last night, this one’s absolutely long-time coming; Olsen played his 900^th career game in 17 PBA seasons in winning fashion as the Beermen took Game 3 away from the able Aces, chalking up their first win in the series. Racela went 3 for 3 from beyond the arch as he made an entry in the final canto alongside championship veterans Danny Ildefonso and Dondon Hontiveros.

“It’s an achievement to have played 900 games because the only players who have done that are my idols. I grew up watching Toyota and Crispa games, so I am very honored to be placed in that group,” Racela gushed in an interview.

Although the Alaska Aces still lead the series, the Beermen were quite convincing capping a win against them. They obviously had a hard time the past two games because of the ploy Alaska used on them but getting this ‘monkey’ of their back gave them a good feel.

After all, it’s a series. Riding on to a momentum could be twitching in its most fickle sense. Nonetheless, it’s a win and the team’s going to take it.

And it’s Olsen Racela’s 901^st career game I’m going to catch tomorrow.

Friday the 13^th‘s got to be lucky. Olsen’s going to orchestrate as if he isn’t 40.

Biba!

Monotony kills passion.

I am quoting Kuya Niño for having said that and I can’t agree any less.

Going thru his note, I got myself thinking. Have I lost passion for anything in particular in my life now? For the littlest things I have found inclination with?



I hear myself say a resounding ‘No.’

It felt like new-found vigor, this driving force I have; my hefty push-me-upper, lighting my fire up intensely.

I may have lost it momentarily but it’s a sweet second chance for us. I mean me and passion, that is. Despite tedium, I believe it’s going to pull me through.

For whatever reasons there were when it fled, it’s a good thing it found its way back.

And it’s here to stay.

There shoots my so-called TEMPER!

AMICI Says!

TOP 10 Things that spitfire our ‘rage’:

Kapag inutos na sa kanya, iuutos pa sa iba. ~ BOndat

Oo nga naman. Sa’yo na iniutos, ipapasa mo pa. Yes, it’s okay to ask some lift, but to let somebody do what is asked of you, well, that could be TOO MUCH. Abusadong frog.

When merely hearing somebody’s voice makes you want to punch them. ~ jgacias

Well, yeah. There are just times na the littlest things about somebody pisses you off, like it’s inherent already. Pero siguro tong sign na to, LEVEL-UP. Kasi pisikal e. Haha!

Somebody’s mere existence. ~ mumay

Makes you palpitate! Haha! Yun tipong magkadikit lang ang balahibo nyo equals guerra patani. Dito bagay yung signage na KEEP DISTANCE sa likod ng mga delivery truck.

Pawisan  moments.~ the percussionist

Who wouldn’t? When you feel so pawisan. Ayy, malagkit na feeling lalo na in a humid country like ours. Nakakapika yan talaga. Kaya pag dating sa office, uber tutok ang ac! Alam mo yan! Iwasan.

SUTIL people. ~ adapted

Sinabing wag, gagawin pa din. Di mo alam if nananadya or what o sadyang nawawala ang kokote. Asar much.

‘Huling-huli na, nagpapalusot pa.’ ~ mimi

Yes, oo. May mga taong ganyan. Matindi. Gagawin ka pa ba namang eng-eng, as if di obvious. Leech. Iwasan.

Fart-y Fifol sa MRT~ macaria sakay

Tama. May mga inconsiderate na people or sadya sigurong may incontinence na sa gastric gases ang walang patumanggang magpasabog sa uber crowded na MRT. Ang magandang laruin kapag ganun, hulaan ng kinain. A. Mais, B. Itlog, C. Mangga or D. All of the above. Yun na!

Hithit-Buga! ~ webbedfeet

Chimineya ba ito? O tambucho. Yung totoo lang! Mga taong nagyo-yosi extravagantly sa jeepney! Nakakapika naman talaga kasi, kulang na lamang e sabihin mo sa kanya na hindi ka manok na panabong para buga-bugahan niya ng usok. Iwasan.

WATCHAMAKULIT na BOSS?  ~ Gabriela

Well, it’s not as if we are not allowed to be pissed off by bosses. Actually, they are the ones most of time who gets us pissed! Haha! Normal course na yata yan. Talk about borderline persistent at annoying na boss, tignan ko lang if di ka ma-inis. ALAM NA.

Sorry, I’m LATE. ~ Gwaponkwago

Sino ba naman ang gustong maging punongkahoy sa paghihintay? I personally think of them as inconsiderate! Tinubuan ka na ng ugat sa paghihintay ni anino niya di mo maaninag. And then pagdating patay malisya, as if walang nangyare. EXCUSE ME, SAWA KA NA BA SA BUHAY MO?

And yes, that could have been a little off for an opening topic pero I'd like to thank my Amici peeps for sharing their thoughts with me. This should be fun guys! Wednesdays got to be the day!

It's midweek madness! The kind that I love!

O, wag na init ulo. *slams table here.