# Permutations, Wavelengths and Verbs

I’m hours away from taking the famous University of the Philippines College Admission Test (UPCAT) and instead of  using my spare time productively, here I am typing like I have all the time in the world to study permutations, wavelengths and arithmetic sequences.

You probably think I’m one of those brilliant students who can determine the value of x in less than a fraction of a second. Just because I’m lazing around doesn’t mean I know everything already. The truth is, I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me once I face the the UPCAT. Yes, I can solve for the number of terms in a sequence. Heck, I can even give you the periodic trends for electronegativity and atomic radius. But is that enough to pass the UPCAT? Will I see these stuff once I open the test booklet? I don’t know. That’s why I’m torn between studying really hard or not at all. Between memorizing formulas for Physics or finishing this blog post. My mind’s in a haze right now. Like there’s a tornado inside and my thoughts come flying out, circling around one single thought: the UPCAT.

I don’t understand what I’m feeling right now. Maybe a bit terrified but excited. Seriously, I just want to get this over with. Can I just go all the way to UPLB, answer the Language Profiecency and Reading Comprehension tests and then hide under the covers until February? Or until the results are released?  All I know is, once this UPCAT madness is over, I will never ever read about permutations and probabilities in my free time again.

“May the MASS X ACCELERATION be with you.”

# Spending My Summer the Ateneo Way

I have always dreamed of studying in the Ateneo. I guess this has been the result of my early addiction to televised college ball. If you’re an avid fan of the UAAP, but you’re not a student from any of the participating schools, then you’d most likely choose the hot team of this generation to cheer on. Obviously, like me, you’d pick the Ateneo Blue Eagles. And as shallow as it may sound, these cagers are the reason why I, at a very young age, already picture my future self walking around the Loyola Campus.

Little did I know that I’ll be walking around it soon enough.

It all started with a letter addressed not to me, but to Ms. Socorro M. Guiao, our school’s vice principal. It was an invitation for interested incoming senior students to participate in the 2-week Ateneo Summer Programming Camp (ASPC) 2012. This camp was held to teach the participants how to manipulate Java programming language. Together with my friend Weingel Galang, Ms. Guiao asked us if we were interested to join the camp. Well, I was beyond interested. I was ecstatic! To tell you the truth, I don’t know anything about Java Programming. Sure, we did learn about Visual Basic (another programming language) in Computer class but saying that I’m an awful programmer is an UNDERSTATEMENT. I know this camp is far beyond my my capabilities but still, this is Ateneo! It would be foolish if I would turn down an opportunity like this.

The letter that started it all.

Entering this camp was not an easy choice as I thought it would be. The ASPC was held from April 16-27 and it collided with my UPCAT Review schedule. But I insisted that I really want this even if I had to put aside my UPCAT Review for a while. Then there’s also the slight dilemma where I’m going to stay since it would be such a hassle if I’ll be commuting from Laguna to Ateneo every single day. Good thing I’m blessed with the coolest relatives from Antipolo who were willing to adopt me and put up with my “very sweet” attitude for two weeks (Thank you Reyes family!) . At the end of the day, I got my wish and yes, I’ll be spending the first half of my summer in Katipunan.

April 16 arrived as fast as a speeding bullet. I didn’t know what to feel. My stomach was tied up in knots and butterflies were nibbling on it. Since it’s the first day, I came with my mom and my cousin (Hello Ate Maan!) . Honestly, we were all first timers to step foot in the Ateneo. Plus, we were commuting so we had no idea that once you arrived in Petron Katipunan, Ateneo’s like, a couple of blocks away and you can just walk to get there. But because we’re still ignorant of this little fact, we rode a jeepney (fare: Php 20.00 each) that dropped us in front of the Ateneo Gym in less than 10 seconds. That, my dear reader, is just ONE of our Katipunan Boohoo moments.

Luckily, we spotted the PLDT Building quickly thanks to the many manongs and kuya guards who gave us directions. It’s in Room 112, PLDT Building where camp was going to be held. Since it’s the first day, we, the participants, were given IDs and we were free to sit wherever we wanted to. The room was literally a huge computer lab with rows of computers (duh) and each student was provided with the use of a personal computer. Since I don’t know a single soul inside Room 112, I was faced with the dilemma of not knowing where to sit and not having anyone to sit with (unfortunately, Weingel couldn’t attend). I remember scanning the room and deciding to sit in the 2nd row right beside this very good looking guy (you’re welcome Francis!) whom I later learned was going to be my seatmate for the entire camp. A few minutes later, a Chinese-looking girl with two very CUTE boys sat beside me filling up the entire right side, 2nd row. I remember noticing them earlier before entering the room. Later, I learned that they’re names were Francine, Alan and Monty (I miss you Monty! T.T ).

In front of the famous PLDT Building 🙂

Classes were from 8 am to 12 pm. Four hours of complete torture and brain explosion. It was only the first day and I can’t wait for it to end already. Yes, I’m being honest with you. I’m not really the judgmental type of person but on that first day, I already decided that Java is a cruel thing. Seriously.

After some deep and careful thinking, I came to the conclusion that I will never love Java but this won’t keep me from finishing this 2 week camp. I told myself that I need to be strong despite the fact that I have to fight the urge to smash the monitor in front of me just to keep me awake while the teacher drones on about “if-then” Java loops.

And I did it. For two weeks, I commute from Antipolo to Katipunan. I walk to Ateneo everyday, bravely facing the early morning pollution. I always arrive at 7 am meaning, I still have an hour to explore the campus. This is the primary reason why I joined this camp anyway, to feel and experience what it’s like to be an Atenean. Every morning, I walk anywhere my feet takes me. To the Gesu Church, the MVP building, the Blue Eagle gym, the waiting shed where students are dropped off (a good place to people watch), the cafeteria. Everywhere. But if I have to choose my favorite place in the campus, I have to say it’s the mini-forest in front of the PLDT Building. Aside from the fact that it’s where most of my classmates wait for class to begin, I always feel peaceful and calm sitting under the shade of the countless trees. It’s a good place for me to write on my journal and listen to Rivermaya blaring on my earphones. I feel as if I’m not in Manila or even in Laguna. Just sitting under those trees make me feel like I’m in a faraway place. The only reminder that I’m still in Ateneo are the students half-walking, half-running to get to class.

The Blue Eagle Gym

My “mini-forest.” This is where I sit while waiting for class to start.

CTC 112!

The classes turned harder everyday. Sometimes, I can keep up with the lessons and if I’m lucky, I get to answer some of the problems correctly. Most days, I just sat blankly praying for time to run faster. Good thing the teachers pass around candies so our brains won’t shut off or something (actually, mine already did since day 1). I can finish 13 Mentos candies in the course of 4 hours. And to tell you the truth, it’s not enough to keep me awake.

This is what we do everyday. I “try” to, anyway.

After 13 days of severe mental pain, April 27 had finally arrived. A contest was held since it’s the last day and all. Good thing it was done by pairs or else I’ll be dead again. Anyway, after four hours of giggling, doodling and chatting with my partner, class had finally ended. My partner and I were ranked 14th all in all. Not bad actually for programmer-doofuses like us that’s why we were so proud and happy.

But what if I don’t want to? Kidding!  I don’t know how!!!!!!

During that last day of camp, I was beyond glad that it’s over and suprisingly, sad too. I didn’t want to leave Ateneo yet. This had been my home for two weeks. Here, I got to think about stuff since I’m always early and usually, I’m alone. As cheesy as it may sound, I think I found myself in this Loyola campus. I got to decide who I really am and who I really want to be (definitely not a programmer). I now know what’s going to make me happy and what I really need in my life (not all those useless shenanigans I once believed in). And how can I leave my new friends? Francis, the future creator of the game that’s going to beat DOTA, Francine who’s actually good at programming and still owes me pasyal, Alan, the basketball player who wants to steal my Paul Pierce jersey. And who could forget Monty? My “music-soulmate” who has the best playlist in the entire galaxy and who sucks at programming more than I do. We actually spent one class listening to each other’s playlists. Don’t ask why. These people are the reason why I don’t want camp to end yet.

The “PROGRAMMERS.”   L-R Monty,Francine,Me,Alan,Francis

ASPC 2012 🙂

But it ended already. Still, ASPC gave me lots of memories and experiences to remember. I may not learn very much about Java, but I did learn more important stuff like how to cross an overpass and how to commute from Antipolo to Katipunan. And that, dear reader, is a lot easier than making your Java codes run in commandhere.bat (that’s Java terms).

If there’s one crucial thing I learned from my Ateneo experience, it’s this:

I wasn’t born to program.

# Gothic Sweetheart : REBORN

Next to reading, writing is my second love. Freely pouring out my thoughts in paper, or in this case a textbox, somehow gives me a feeling of relief and sheer happiness. I know it sounds cheesy but that’s how I feel about writing.It’s the most comfortable way I can get loose and shake off all these thoughts popping in my head. Writing is my ultimate stress-reliever. That’s why I always find time to write about anything. Even the teeny tiniest most random thing I can think of.

And that, dear reader, is the reason why I blog. To write. To express myself. To communicate. To talk to you. And if that’s the case, I must admit it has been DECADES since I last “talked” to you. So, here I am, the Gothic Sweetheart, going online once again. And hopefully, stay online as often as I can. 🙂

Why did I call myself “REBORN” in the title of this post? I’m not so sure myself. For some reason, as I’m typing this, I feel different than the old “gothic sweetheart” who posted about things to do when rain comes knocking at your door and other stuff like that. I don’t know. I guess I feel a lot older, wiser even if it’s just a year ago when I started blogging. I guess time can get really speedy. And once it speeds off, it hurtles me away and I can’t do anything about it.

I guess there will come a point in our lives when we’ll all grow up. Maybe some of us did already, but I bet most of us (including me) haven’t. I myself is still stuck here in the pre-grown up phase wherein sometimes life throws me boulder-sized lego blocks and all I can do is scream, “What the hell is going on?”

I guess I’m still growing up. I guess all of us are. I think growing up is a choice. But I chose not to. Instead, I chose to be reborn.

Peace out. 🙂

P.S.

It’s good to be back in the cyberworld. 😀

I think I’m becoming insanely addicted with bands. Every single day, I go to Youtube and randomly click on bands I’ve never listened to before. Bands like The Maine, The Cab, The Icarus Account and various bands whose names begin with the word THE. It’s extremely addictive though I never really understand why I do this. Like, today I’ll let myself get lost in the mesmerizing music of Mayday Parade until I memorize the lyrics of the choruses of their most popular songs. And then tomorrow, I’d probably forget about them and listen to All Time Low. New day, new band. I just can’t stop. It’s like I’m looking for something and not knowing what I’m looking for. Like the prefect song that can pierce my heart or something. But I gotta tell you, I’ve heard hundreds of songs just this past week and majority of them has successfully made me cry (most especially The Icarus Account). But despite bumping into these beautiful songs on Youtube, there’s still something nagging inside me. Telling me not to stop. That there is something more amazing that’s just waiting to be discovered. So I don’t stop. Everyday, I say hello to a new band. Everyday, I stumble upon their awesome lyrics and sing along with them. Everyday, I get to know these geniuses behind these wonderful tracks. Everyday, I cry. Because these songs, these symphonies they’ve written are dope. They’re like the future Beethovens or Mozarts or all those guys with thick white hair who’ve made real music over the ages. These bands write stuff that goes straight to my heart leaving holes in it. And yeah it’s really painful but it’s kindda sweet to actually listen to songs that mirror your exact feelings because somehow, these songs, they’re the only way for you to express yourself and what you really feel.

I don’t know when I’ll ever stop listening to bands. Maybe when I found the perfect song that matches what I truly feel or maybe never at all because everyday, there’s a new feeling building up inside me and somehow, for some unexplainable reason, I need to find a song that suits that.

# My Semi-Bestfriend in Ruins

It has been months since the gothic sweetheart last showed herself in the cyberworld. She dreads it actually. The fact that she’s been gone for too long because she’d been busy the past two months. She thinks being busy is such a PATHETHIC excuse. Yes, capital P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. So, never ever, under any circumstance, use “because I’m busy” as an excuse when you go talk to her when, say, you “forgot” that she was your friend and all of a sudden you just ignore her one day ‘cuz you’re “busy”.

Okay, I know I’m sort of freaking out right now. But I have every right to do so. Just like all the other girls out there who got dumped by their bestfriend. Or in my case, “semi-bestfriend.” Whichever way, it still hurts. Always does. Bigtime.

So why don’t I start from the beginning?

As ironic as it sounds, it all started with an “I-can’t-stand-to-be-within-a-5-mile-radius-near-you-much-less-be-with-you-every-day-cuz-whatever-this-is-isn’t-working-anymore-so-go-away-and-leave-my-life-before-its-too-late” kind of song. I’m talking about Kris Allen’s pre-breakup track, The Truth (which by the way, is probably his most underrated song ever). So what happened exactly?

I was part of this so called Speech Choir group in school. It was a Saturday and we were rehearsing our piece. I was wearing a yellow shirt, jeans and flip flops. I was really, really late already. I shoved my phone inside the pocket of my jeans and zoomed all the way to the rehearsal venue. Then off we go firing line after line after line of our piece.

See, there was this part wherein we had to lie down all of a sudden. So I was lying on the floor then bang! Kris Allen’s voice started singing The Truth. Turns out, the phone’s play button was hit by, I dunno, the floor I guess. I panicked. I glanced on my left side and taadaaa. Weird guy lying next to me was looking at me weirdly as if I was “the weird person” not him. It was obvious he heard the music so I just stared at him then we both laughed at the insanity and nonsense of it all.

It was pretty stupid. I knew that. But little did I know, that was the starting point of my friendship with a “slightly different” boy.

We became friends in an instant. He was like the “guy-version” of me. Like, a real boy-Andy. We talked about deep stuff, perfect people, freedom and strawberries. We can talk about anything in just a matter of seconds. He was like an alien for other people but a fellow alien for me. He was cool and soulful and smart. He was someone I could talk to easily.

But things change. It always does.

There was no huge event that happened. No major fight. Not even the slightest speck of argument nor a misunderstanding. It just happened all of a sudden. Not in the sense like one minute he’s here, the next minute he’s gone. No, he was ALWAYS here. It was like you’re here but you’re NOT here. Sort of like talking with a boy who’s reading a book with his headphones on. It was maddening.

I don’t remember what happened. All of a sudden, we were a pair of strangers. It wasn’t me. It definitely wasn’t me. He was so cold. Like I was a wall he just passed by. Gone were everything we had once. The conversations, the stupid jokes. It was all gone. And I didn’t know where it was.

I asked my friends what happened to us. They said he’s probably just busy ‘cuz he’s a senior and he has loads of responsibilities under his belt. I say go screw him.  Is that reason enough? Is being busy enough to ignore your friends? Can you be really, really busy that you can’t even greet or offer a smile to some random person anymore?

What the heck.

I’m not in love with him if that’s what you’re thinking. As in romantically speaking. Nah. He’s like my clone but falling for him isn’t part of my to-do list when I first met him. It would be like Wednesday Adams dating the kid from The Sixth Sense.

So, anyway.

Why did we fall apart? What happened?

I honestly don’t know, too. But maybe, the answer lies somewhere. Maybe we’re not meant to be friends after all. We just collided in some way or another. Or maybe it’s all just some stupid dream. I don’t know. I’m clueless.

But I do know that despite all his weirdness and his neurotic self, I want him back.

Despite everything else.

M.K.T.

# My Top 13 Most Amazing Song Lyrics Ever Invented

Hi guys. Whats up? So, I was music surfing a while ago on YouTube. This isn’t unusual for me because I love music very much and I always try to look for new songs to put on my playlist. When I say “new” though, its not exactly “new-new.” Like Justin Bieber or Lady GaGa new. I’d much rather pick songs that people adore before but unfortunately, left forgotten now. I’m talking about music from The Beatles, The Smiths, Nirvana, The Rolling Stones, The Cranberries, U2, The Cascades, Simon and Garfunkel, Pearl Jam, Queen, Bryan Adams, and even Chicago. These guys (and girls) are like legendary with a capital L. I’ve got nothing against “contemporary-pop” which is whats really famous right now but I think that music wouldn’t be what it is today without the influences of these people. I think these geniuses are not only “musicians”. They’re more like “Life Changers” because of their work. And they write killer song lines too which is exponentially cooler than songs containing shudder-inducing swear words that will make even Adolf Hitler jump in fright. Because lets face it people. We’re in the 20th century and most of the time, people don’t pay much attention to the lyrics anymore. So how about we take a trip down memory lane and take a look at some of my most favorite song lyrics ever written. Not that you care or anything but I assure you these lines are the best and you won’t find anything like these anymore today. (;

BTW, the list is random. No particular order. And its down to 13 ‘cuz it’s my favorite number. (:

1. “You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight. ‘Cause tears are going nowhere, baby” -Stuck in a Moment by U2; 2001

2. “I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains.” -The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel; 1968

3. “Making love and breaking hearts. It is a game for youth. But I’m not waiting on a lady, I’m just waiting on a friend.” -Waiting on a Friend by The Rolling Stones; 1981

4. “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” -There is a Light that Never Goes Out by The Smiths; 1986

5.  “I’m worse at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed. Our little group has always been and always will until the end” -Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana; 1991

6. “If I’m not back again this time tomorrow , carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.” -Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen; 1975

7. “Unhappiness was when I was young and we didn’t give a damn. ‘Cause we were raised
to see life as fun and take it if we can.” -Ode to My Family by The Cranberries; 1994

8. “Makes much more sense to live in the present tense.” -Present Tense by Pearl Jam; 1996

9. “We’re one but we’re not the same well we hurt each other then we do it again. You say love is a temple, love is a higher law.” -One by U2; 1992

10. “And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms, you know you really love a woman.” -Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams; 1995

11. “We’ve come too far to leave it all behind. How could we end it all this way? When tomorrow comes we’ll both regret the things we said today.” -If You Leave Me Now by Chicago; 1976

12. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.” -Blackbird by The Beatles; 1968

13. “Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns. It calls me on and on across the universe.” -Across the Universe by The Beatles; 1969

And there you have it people. I was actually thinking of putting a side note or my own explanation in each line. But I thought, we all have our own opinions and interpretations of each one. Also, where’s the fun if I try to explain right? You have to absorb the lyrics to be able to understand it fully. Because thats what music is all about. Its not how catchy the tune is or how rated-X the music video is. Its not about how hot the singer is either (okay, maybe except for Enrique Iglesias…KIDDING!). Actually, its all about the LYRICS. ‘Cuz thats where you’ll fully appreciate the essence of the song itself. The lyrics of a song is what gives life to the song itself. Not the tune, the melody or even the rythm. Its the message itself and how you interpret it is whats important.

So peace out and happy sound tripping folks! \m/

I know my list is short. Very short actually. And there are loads more I wanted to add. Trust me, I had a difficult time choosing which songs to put in here. Maybe I’ll make a part two next time. Watch out for that, okay? (:

P.P.S.

By the way, I LOVE THE BEATLES! If I were only a bit less lazy, I’d put all their songs in here because their lyrics ROCK! They rock so much that there’s one song in particular that I just can’t figure out what my favorite part is. So, I just inserted the entire song down here so you guys can enjoy it too. Oh, and you’re welcome. \m/

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

# Para Sa Tunay Na Kabarangay

NOTE: Pasensya na po sa Tagalog kong baluktot. I’m trying really hard. Basta lahat gagawin para sa Ginebra!

Buong bansa’y magkakakilala
Hanggang ngayon ay Ginebrang Ginebra

Sa mga kapwa kabarangay,

TALO. Sa isang d inaasahang pagkakataon, talo nanaman tayo. Ano ba yan. Pero never say die nga naman diba? Miski na. Ang sakit kaya. Tagos na tagos. Lalo na nung sobrang kampante ka na mananalo na, kasi nakakalamang na eh. Yung halos abot kapit bahay na yung sigaw mo kasi pumapasok na mga tres nila Miller, John Wilson (BTW,ang gwapo ni Wilson!), Labagala. Yung napapatalon ka na kasi pakiramdam mo na aabot pa ng Game 7.

Tapos yun pala hindi. Wala na. Wala nang game 7.

Hindi ko na ikekwento yung “play-by-play” mismo. D ko na imemention yung buong game. Kung sinong mga naka tres, naka steal, naka rebound. Kasi malamang halos lahat naman tayo nanuod nung Game 6 diba? At isa pa, ang sakit nang balikan. (Ano daw? Haha!)

Ayun nga. Talo na nga. Wala naman na tayong magagawa diba? Basta ang importante ginawa ng Kings lahat ng makakaya nila. Kahit papano, pinakita naman nilang lahat yun eh. Bawat block ni Hatfield, tres ni Intal, hook shot ni Menk at mura ni Caguioa sa referee (HAHA! Joke lang mga repa 😀 ). Pero ramdam naman nating lahat yung Never Say Die spirit ng Ginebra hindi lang nung Game 6 kundi sa buong series. Alam naman natin na hindi nila tayo binigo. At lumaban talaga sila hanggang sa huling segundo dun sa nakakapikong overtime na yun.

Pero wag na tayong malungkot mga Kabarangay. Kahit gaano pa tayong napikon, naiyak, napamura, napasigaw, nambato (ehem*) o kung ano man, isipin nalang natin na bilog ang bola at mapapasatin din yang trophy na yan sa takdang panahon. Kasi d naman hamak na team lang ang Ginebra diba? Lahi ng champions tong team na to. Mas matanda pa nga sakin yung never say die legacy nila eh. Onting intay lang, tignan niyo. Champion nanaman tayo.

Hindi ko na to papahabain pa. Unang una kasi antok na ko at madaling araw na. Isa pa, sa tingin ko naman,…um, I’ve made my point pretty clear na. Na kahit nilampaso pa tayo ng Talk N Text sa finals, kahit hindi na shoot ni Labagala yung huling shot bago mag O.T. , kahit gustong gusto ko nang sabunutan si Caguioa kasi d pumapasok mga tira niya, kahit minsan medyo (onti lang naman) hindi namamasa si Cortez, kahit ang sarap nang itulak ni JayJay Helterbrand at Enrico Villanueva sa court AT kahit ang sarap nang batuhin yung caoching staff dahil OT na d pa din pinapasok si Yancy. Maka isang katutak pang missed free throws, missed three point attempts at kung ano mang pagkakamali na nagawa ng Kings, isa lang ang masasabi ko:

MANALO MATALO NEVER SAY DIE, SOLID AT DIE-HARD GINEBRA PA DIN!!!

At kung tunay kang Kabarangay, malamang yan din ang nasa isip mo. Diba? (:

# Why my mother is the greatest

My mother isn’t the the typical kind of mom you see everyday. She’s very….”in the know”. If you know what I mean. And I guess you don’t. So anyway, lemme prove it to you.

1. SHE’S MORE MUSICALLY UPDATED THAN I AM

My mom loves music. Always been a part of her. She knows everything pop, hiphop, or basically whatever new Usher song being played on the radio. She loves Usher, Backstreet Boys, J.Lo, new wave, Madonna, Nicki Minaj, Jessie J and anything you can label as “lively music”. Y’know stuff that will make you groove and keep you awake. Whereas I love U2, The Script, Snow Patrol and anything alternative rock. Thank you very much.

2. SHE CAN WHIP UP A MEAN CHEESECAKE

Blueberry, strawberry, oreo… name it, and she’ll whip it. I bet you can’t do that huh?

3. SHE’S JIMMY ALAPAG’S #1 FAN

Okay so I totally respect the fact that she loves Jimmy Alapag. I mean this is a free country right? We are all entitled to our own opinions and choices (although I think Caguioa is a better choice….kidding!) So, yeah she’s Jimmy Alapag’s number one fan. She will tell you that Alapag’s the greatest PBA player to date and the most “appealing”. Plus she thinks he’s hot. Really hot. (And because its Mother’s Day yesterday, I won’t argue anymore).

So Ma, I know this post is a day short of Mother’s Day but better late than never right? Besides I was too DEPRESSED last night to create this (you know why). Anyway, theres gazillions more reasons why you’re the greatest. Its just that it might take days for me to finish it. Plus, I still have “Ginebra-lost-to-Talk-N-Text” trauma so I’m not yet in a healthy state to write. Maybe wait a month or so for me to be back to normal again. But even then, I guess I’ve made you pretty happy seeing that our team sacrificed the championship for your very….empowering team. And I know you’re pretty pysched about that. Plus what else can I do? Its mother’s day and you know I’d rather see Ginebra lose than see you cry ‘cuz your dear Jimmy Alapag didn’t win BPC for the 2nd time in a row. Okay, okay I promise to be a sport. And a sport I will be. Anyway, congrats Mom. And belated happy mothers day 🙂 I love you always and okay, for your sake I will admit that yes indeed, Jimmy Alapag is kind of hot. KIND OF.

THE JIMMY APALAG 😛

# Procrastination at its Finest

I’ve been staring at this blank space for almost 10 minutes now. I’m typing this outside while listening to my Science and Faith playlist. I’m wearing jogging pants, my dad’s old coach uniform and my hair is all loose and messy. I haven’t done anything productive today and in the past few weeks. The heat is intense and to top it all of, Barangay Ginebra lost to Talk N Text yesterday. I am one lucky girl indeed.

“What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?”

“We’re smiling but we’re close to tears..”

“Dialed her number and confessed to her, still in love but all I heard was nothing. ”

And The Script isn’t too helpful either.

# A letter addressed to the country’s most popular Barangay

Dear Barangay Ginebra,

Its been three years. Three years since I last saw you, players and coaches alike, jump up and down the Araneta Coliseum while millions of balloons fall on your sweaty heads. Three years since Coach Jong Uichico was last carried by an import. Three very long years since you, Kings, last threw full Gatorade bottles at each other. Yes, its been that long. 3 lengthy years since you’ve last won a championship.

It was 2008 and you guys won Game 7 of the 2008 Fiesta Conference championship series against the Air 21 Express. And I gotta tell you it was amazing.

2008 was also the year I got really hooked with the PBA. I only knew three players that time: Mark Caguioa, Ronald Tubid and Cyrus Baguio. I didn’t even know what team they were from. I just knew them because I always hear their names whenever PBA was blaring in our TV screens. And because Ronald Tubid’s name sounded a bit like my dad’s name.

So anyway, I was completely clueless with everything related to PBA. Until one day, my dad announced that he bought tickets for a PBA game. 1st game was between the Air 21 Express and the now defunked team Sta. Lucia Realtors. I didn’t know anything about either team but when I saw a very CUTE and ADORABLE guy named Ryan Reyes (who was still a rookie that time), I chose to cheer for Sta. Lucia. Thankfully, they won.

2nd game was between the Talk N Text Tropang Texters and you. It was my first game and I didn’t know what to expect. But before I knew it, I was on my feet the entire 4 quarters. I remember that your swingman, Ronald Tubid, didn’t get to play (I have no idea why) and he was shaking his mineral water bottle in frustration because you were, in fact, losing. Also, your shooting guard/small forward, Mark Caguioa didn’t step up until the 4th. Unsurprisingly you, rather we, lost.

But I didn’t went home disappointed that night. I thought you were AWESOME! I loved how you showed your never say die spirit despite the fact that TnT was literally beating you up. I also loved seeing you still fighting back with less than a minute left in the clock. But most of all I loved seeing YOUR crowd, which is obviously bigger than a normal barangay, cheer the famous “Ginebra chant” even though your players suck that night (admit it, they did suck).

For me, that was the night I truly became a “kabarangay”.  A real, solid one. In less than a month, I knew each and everyone of your players. Their age, they’re nationality (if they’re pure Filipino or not), where they were born (Caguioa is a batang Mandaluyong like me!), and most importantly, if they’re single or married. At this point, red and white blood started flowing in my veins (not literally of course).

So, fast forward a few months after that night. Your team clinches a spot in the finals with the Air 21 Express. And boy, what a series it was! I still remember all of your 7 games; the victory then disappointment and then victory again. I remember how your import, Chris Alexander, was THE BOMB! I swear he literally lifted JayJay Helterbrand the last 20 seconds of Game 7. I’m telling you, I remember EVERYTHING about your last championship three years ago. The victorious face of your coach Jong Uichico, Air 21’s Bo Perasol shaking his head and of course, the never ending chants of “Ginebra Ginebra!” by legions and legions of your devoted fans.

Fast forward to NOW.

I’m writing this the night before you face the Texters. I know your coaches and players are probably trying their best to get a good night sleep but I know for a fact that they’re failing to do so. Even I as a fan is practically really nervous for tomorrow night. I have no idea what the outcome would be. I don’t know who’s going home tomorrow victorious and who’s going home in tears. But whatevers gonna happen, theres one thing I’m sure of dear Ginebra. I’m 100% sure that tomorrow, win or lose, your gazillions of fans will be there. Cheering and chanting for you. For the players, for the coaches, for the team. Whether they’re watching live or in their TV screens or even listening to the radio broadcast, they’ll be there. Screaming, jumping and swearing at your opposing team. I know this because I’ll be one of them. Win or lose.

Love not your # 1 fan but you’re most LOYAL fan,

Andy

NEVER SAY DIE!