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frUIts bAskEt, thE shOrt-lIvEd AnImE thAt I lOvEd

Fruits Basket is an anime about a girl named Tohru Honda, an orphan living in the forest and the how she get mixed up with the mystery behind the Sohma clan.


Tohru is a classmate of Yuki, one of the Sohma’s who lived with Shigure. When they found out that Tohru was living in the forest they decided to let her live with them, in exchange she will be doing the housekeeping. Tohru found out also about their family secret. The Sohma Family are possessed by the thirteen animals of the Chinese Zodiac and cursed to turn into their animal forms when they embrace someone of the opposite sex or their bodies come under a great deal of stress.

It was believed that a long long time ago, the Lord Buddha summoned all the animals together to determine their order in the yearly cycle. When the Cat heard the news, he let his friend the Rat know about it and the two animals decided to go together the next day. However, the next day the Rat did not wake the Cat who, being a cat and loving to nap, slept through the morning. Therefore, the Cat did not make it to the assembly on time and did not get a year. This is why there is no year of the Cat and this is also why cats hate rats.”

Throughout the series Tohru met the rest of the clan… so let’s meet them once again!




Yuki, or Prince Yuki for his fans, is known as the Rat. He is good looking and very reserved guy which made him famous in their school. He is scared to be closed with anyone because when he was young his playmates found out about his true form and they shun away from him. Eventually, their memory got erased. Akito made him believe that no one would like him. But when Tohru asked him to be her friend he was touched because no one has asked him this before.

Shigure, is the Dog. He is a novelist and the caretaker of the house. He always teased his editor by hiding from her during deadlines. He is best friend with Ayame and Hitori.

Kyo, is the Cat who detest Yuki so much because of their history. He wanted very badly to defeat Yuki so he can be accepted by the clan. He is known to have short temper and not use to showing his sweet side especially with Tohru. He has another secret, he also transform into a monster when his bead bracelet is taken off. He doesn’t want this secret of him to be revealed because he fears that no one will accept him. He believes that his mother does not truly love him because she didn’t want to see his scary form and always checking if he is wearing his bracelet. When his master revealed his secret to Tohru, he ran off. But Tohru and Yuki went after him and begged him to come back home. For the first time someone accepted him for what he is.

Kagura, is the Pig. She is in love with Kyo and was very determined to become his wife someday. But at the end of the series she realized that she is powerless to help Kyo because she knows that only Tohru can help him.

Ayame, is the Snake and the brother of Yuki. He wanted very badly to get close with Yuki. He runs a shop which sells frilly dresses. He is flamboyant and self centered and only Hatori can restrain him.

Hatori, is the Dragon and the private Doctor of the Sohma clan. He is responsible for erasing memories. He was engaged before to her assistant Kana. Akito didn’t approve on their engagement and attacked him that almost left him blind. Kana blamed herself for the incident and felt so guilty about it that Hatori was forced to erase her memory of their relationship to ease her suffering. Tohru made her remember of Kana.

Momiji, is the Rabbit. Tohru thought that he was a young girl but the truth is he is a boy and only one year behind them. He goes also to the same school where Tohru and the rest were studying ang he loves to wear the girl’s uniform because he thinks he looks good on them. He is the son of the owner of the building where Tohru is working. Her mom’s memory were eraised because she cannot handle the truth about Momiji’s true identity. He is always observing her mother and sister from afar. His story touched me the most. L

Haru, is the Cow. He has a white and black hair and is always getting lost. He always wants to challenge Kyo and he doesn’t like Yuki either because of the story where the Rat tricked the Ox to become first in the zodiac. He goes to the same school where Tohru, Yuki and Kyo are studying.

Kisa, the Tiger. She ran away from home because her classmates were teasing her. Haru searched for her and bring her to Shigure’s house. There she met Tohru and began to like her and she looked up to Tohru as a big sister.

Hiro, the Ram. He is in love with Kisa but decided to stay away from her because when he told Akito about his feelings, Akito hurt Kisa. He also got jealous of Tohru because of Kisa’s closeness with her.

Ritsu, is the Monkey. He was mistaken by Tohru as a girl because he always wears girl’s clothes. He is clumsy and apologizes frantically for everything, even things that are not his fault.

Akito is the head of the Sohma Clan. Akito is not possessed by a spirit of the Chinese zodiac, but rather fulfills the role of the Jade Emperor. He is short-tempred, abusive and has physically and emotionally scarred many Sohmas. He is cursed to die and this is the reason why he is always bitter and angry which Tohru pointed out to her when she visited her.

Two Zodiac animals were not included in the tv series, the Rooster and the Horse.

I really enjoyed this anime. I don’t know why it only had 26 episodes. I was hoping Tohru to end up with Kyo and that the curse would be broken. And it has a nice theme song too… Hope it will have a second season.

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qUOtEs frOm Of mIcE And mEn

“God, you’re a lot of trouble,” said George. “I could get along so easy and so nice if I didn’t have you on my tail. I could live so easy and maybe have a girl.” – George
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“I don’t know why I can’t keep it. It ain’t nobody’s mouse. I didn’t steal it. I found it lyin’ right beside the road.” Lennie
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“They was so little. I’d pet ‘em, and pretty soon they bit my fingers and I pinched their heads a little and then they was dead—because they was so little” – Lennie
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“Well, we ain’t got any! Whatever we ain’t got, that’s what you want. God a’mighty, if I was alone I could live so easy. I could go get a job an’ work, an’ no trouble. No mess at all, and when the end of the month come I could take my fifty bucks and go into town and get whatever I want. Why, I could stay in a cat house all night. I could eat any place I want, hotel or any place, and order any damn thing I could think of. An’ I could do all that every damn month. Get a gallon of whisky, or set in a pool room and play cards or shoot pool. An’ whatta I got. I got you! You can’t keep a job and you lose me ever’ job I get. Jus’ keep me shovin’ all over the country all the time. An’ that ain’t the worst. You get in trouble. You do bad things and I got to get you out.”  - George
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“When I think of the swell time I could have without you, I go nuts. I never get no peace.” – George
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“George, you want I should go away and leave you alone?” “I’d find things, George. I don’t need no nice food with ketchup. I’d lay out in the sun and nobody’d hurt me. An’ if I foun’ a mouse, I could keep it. Nobody’d take it away from me.” – Lennie
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“Trouble with mice is you always kill ‘em.” – George
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“Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no fambly. They don’t belong no place. They come to a ranch an’ work up a stake and then they go into town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they’re poundin’ their tail on some other ranch. They ain’t got nothing to look ahead to.” – George
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“With us it ain’t like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. We don’t have to sit-in no bar room blowin’ in our jack jus’ because we got no place else to go. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us.” – George
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But  not  us!  An’  why? Because . . . . because I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.” – Lennie
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“O.K. Someday—we’re gonna get the jack together and we’re gonna have a little house and a couple of acres an’ a cow and some pigs and—” “we’ll have a big vegetable patch and a rabbit hutch and chickens. And when it rains in the winter, we’ll just say the hell with goin’ to work, and we’ll build up a fire in the stove and set around it an’ listen to therain comin’ down on the roo f—Nuts!” - George
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“Nobody can’t blame a person for lookin’ – Curley’s wife
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His ear heard more than was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought. – author, description of Slim
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“Ain’t many guys travel around together,” he mused. “I don’t know why. Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.” - Slim
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 “He’s a nice fella. Guy don’t need no sense to be a nice fella. Seems to me sometimes it jus’ works the other  way around. Take a real smart guy and he ain’t hardly ever a nice fella.” – Slim 
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“Look, Candy. This ol’ dog jus’ suffers hisself all the time. If you was to take him out and shoot him right in the back of the head, right there, why he’d never know what hit him.”  - Carlson
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“Carl’s right, Candy. That dog ain’t no good to himself. I wisht somebody’d shoot me if I get old an’ a cripple.” – Slim
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“I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn’t ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.” – Candy
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“Books ain’t no good. A guy needs somebody—to be near him.” – Crooks
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“A colored man got to have some rights even if he don’t like ‘em.” – Crooks
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“Got him, by God. Right in the back of the head,” – Slim
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“Never you mind. A guy got to sometimes.” - Slim

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dAtE A gIrl whO rEAds by rOsEmArIE UrqUIcO

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.


She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.


Buy her another cup of coffee.


Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.


It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.


She has to give it a shot somehow.


Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.


Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.


Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.


You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.


You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.


Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.


Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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yOU shOUld dAtE An IllItErAtE gIrl by chArlEs wArnkE

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

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Krismas and Haberday Gifts

Gifts... Gifts... and more Gifts!

Ang pinakamasarap kapag Christmas and Birthdays ay ang makareceive ng regalo. And I received the best gifts on these two occasions. And I'm so excited to document it all here..

'wag nang tanungin kung kanino ang pinakada-best. Chos!

Most Requested...

Ang pinagkahirapan kong i-claim na Starbucks Planner...

Eto ata ang pinakawinish kong mareceive ng birthday ko. Wala kasing ganyang raket dito sa Dubai. Only in the Philippines lang ata ang pagpapakalunod sa starbucks coffee from September to December para makaearn ng stickers para sa limited edition planner. Kaya nung pinalad akong mabiyayaan ng claim stub ng pinsan ko na si Anne (na adik sa pangongolekta ng planners) e nagpunta na kaagad ako sa mall para i-claim.

Sa sobrang dami ng Starbucks sa Trinoma sa pang-apat at pinakaliblib na outlet ko pa 'to nakuha. Nagkakaubusan na kasi ng stock. At medyo swerte na rin kasi last stock na daw ng wood design yung nakuha ko. Hindi ko kasi type yung metallic lalo naman ang velvet!

Ang goal ko ngayon e i-fully utilized ang Planner... so watched out for my handwriting, na according to Yte e parang sulat ng kaliwang paa. :P


Books! Books! Books!

Mawawala ba naman ang books sa wishlist ko. Kaya sinamantala ko nang magrequest na books para sa exchange gift with my College Friends and Neighbors.

Mommy Gabs gave me Three Cups of Tea and The First Book sa Millenium Trilogy ni Stieg Larsson : The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

While Mommy Edgar naman ang nagbigay ng 2nd book of the Millenium Trilogy: The Girl Who Played With Fire.

Si Pareng Noel at ang aking kanta...

"Ang nakalipas ay ibabalik natin..."
Sobrang paborito ko 'tong kanta na 'to. In fact I want it to be sung on my wedding day. At dabest ang version ni Pareng Noel Cabangon. Kaya kasali yung cd nia sa wishlist ko sa exchange gift, Buti na lang searching si fave sis ng haberday gift sa 'kin kaya inagaw nya sa mommy ko kaya sya ang naggibsung sa akin. At walang tapon sa album. Kaya paos na si Pareng Noel sa kakaulit ko sa pakikinig. Hehe!

Ang Reyna ng Panghaharbat

Kikay kit from Kikay friend...

Ang sarap ng may kikay friend! I was just admiring this makeup kit of Yte habang nagreretouch sya sa kotse, bigla ba namang sabihing "Gusto mo? Sa'yo na."
Napasagot tuloy ako ng 'Seryoso ka?"
E seryoso nga sya. Saka kahit sabihin nya pa na Joke! joke! joke! Topo topo barega na noh! Kaya balik na naman ang aking kikayness! :)!

x.s. good decision talaga ang pakikipagreconcile ko. Me pakinabang din tong butete na 'to! joke lang Bru! Labyu!

Isa pang set ng kakikayan courtesy of Becs and Yham...

Harbat na ring matatawag. Naalala ko na nagwowork si Jho na hipag ni Becs sa Makeup section sa mall. Nagpatanong lang ako ng price ng lipstick, the next na magkita kami dala na nila lahat yan. At say mo, FREE! As in! puro Rimmel pa at orig itetch!

Sobrang happy with all the kikay things... in time para sa pagbabalik ng aking kakikayan. Kesehodang ma-late basta ayos ang muk-ap ng bakla! *^_^*

Philippine flag on my watch...

Kung paano napasakamay ko ang Unisilver watch ni chai? Ganito kasi yun... Habang nagdi-dinner with Chai, Noren, Bha and Wines sa Super Bowl, Gateway. Napansin ko ang nasasabing relo...
Ako: "Ay ang ganda naman ng watch mo Migs"
Bha: Gusto mo? eh walang problema. Ibibigay na sa'yo ni Friend yan.
Chai: Ay oo Migs, meron pa kong isa, Philippine Map naman
Thought cloud (Parang gusto ko din yun... KAPAL!!! :p)


More Kikay Gifts...

ang Regalo ni Ilumina...

Teatro + Ilumina = Gypsie Earing from Yhan. Napakaflambouyant Bru! Baklang-bakla! type tuloy ng mga gay friends. Balak hiramin sa pagrampa. "Kaw na ' Teh!"        

Charmed Ones…

Ang hayskul BFF ni Kapataid na si Tonet e ayaw magbigay ng bigas kasi me nabili na daw na gift for me. Pasaway! Pero in fairnes... Luvettt!!!




Regalo ng mga Senadora

Eeyore's gift to Piglet...

Luv this personalized tumbler made by Marse Noren. Nageffort sa mga pix and syempre me picture yan ni piglet. nagtatago nga lang. Hehe!

ang Wallet na Maswerte...

Thanks Bha for the super Kikay wallet! Sosyal nakaHermes akech! ;p
The Biggest SURPRISE!!!

Ikaw at si Johnoy...


Ang pinakaunexpected gift from the most unexpected person na magreregalo sa akin. Kaya nung inilabas nya 'to from his bag muntik ko na syang ma-MWAHUGS(!) sa sobrang tuwa. Pinagsisihan ko na ang hindi ko pagbili ng cd ni fafa Johnoy nung manood kami ng gig. Buti na lang naisipan ng aking hilaw na labteam na bumili, with dedication. Hangswet! *^_^*
 Abswelto ka na for not greeting me on my exact birthday. Me malashowbiz ka pa lang gimik. Ang Arte!!! <kilig2death>    

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mAsAkIt sA hEArt... nAng mAtAlO Ang gInEbrA!

‘Masakit sa heart…’ We heard this line from one of Ginebra’s avid fan. Somehow, he was able to voice out our feelings that night…

It was Game 6 of the PBA Fiesta Cup Finals between Ginebra San Miguel and San Miguel Beer. The Ginkings were leading the series, 3-2.They only need one more win to grab the finals championship crown. All GSM fans were hoping that they will win that night. But luck was not on our side. SMB won the game and forced GSM to a Game 7.

“Asar Talo!”That’s exactly how we felt. We could not believe that we are going home losers. We thought that it will be the end of the series, that there’s no more Game 7. And like a sour-loser that we are, we won’t admit that our team got beaten so badly. We even think that the game was given in order to prolong the finals so that PBA will earn more. We are really sure that Ginebra is going to win the series. They just want to suspense us for a bit.

Game 7, as expected, was much awaited. Araneta Coliseum was full up to roof. Even the General Admission tickets wee sold out! More than twenty thousand people went to watch the final match between the leagues top two teams, which has the biggest followers. But the fact remains that ¾ of this crowd belongs to Baranggay Ginebra.

Everyone was expecting a close match between these two teams, the sibling rivalry that’s been going on for years. I even thought that there will be an overtime game or it will be a cardiac finish. But it didn’t turn out that way. During the 1st quarter it was already clear that it will not be an easy game for the Gins. While the Beermen made it look like that basketball was not that hard, the Gins were struggling. They could not even make easy shots. There are times that SMB will let them score, still the GSM were unable to convert! It seems that we are watching an amateur game, not a Finals championship!!!

But being a true blue Ginebra fan, the ‘Never Say Die’ spirit still prevail. We still hope that someone from the team will step up and turn the ball around. Someone who would start the run, make the shots and bring the team back on track. There are times that they will make a run, and you could hear the crowds cheering them on but then SMB will soon stop them. Luck was not on our side and so was the time. As the final buzzer went off, our chance for the championship crown was snatch in our hands. We just stood there and watched, confetti’s and balloons pouring down on us, while SMB players and fans rejoicing.

It was really a sad and heart-breaking loss for the Ginebra but San Miguel deserved the crown. They have the talents and the heart to win. Even their bench players can match up to the first five of the Kings. As for the Gins, I don’t know who is to blame… Maybe it was the coaching staff, maybe the players were not hungry enough for the championship title, maybe most key players were worried about their injuries, maybe their bench was not that deep. I’m just wondering if they would win the finals if Mark Caguioa played in the series or if Jaworski was the coach or if they have the complete line up just like what the Gordon’s Gins have before?

There are a lot of ‘maybe’s’ and ‘what if’s’ but one thing is for sure, the Ginebra spirit will live on… This was proven when they received the 2nd place award. We applauded them for the efforts and hard work they had shown and as if we have won the championship we started chanting ‘Ginebra! Ginebra!’. The ‘Never Say Die’ attitude of the Baranggay Ginebra will never waver. No matter what happens their fans will support them. Not because they are the best team in the league but because they are the best team in our hearts. Hoping that the next time they enter the finals we will be the one wearing the biggest smile while singing “We are the Champion” at the top of our lungs. Then you won’t see us heaving a deep breath, shaking our heads, holding our chest while saying… ‘Masakit sa heart…’

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Ginebra! Ginebra! Ginebra!

Just want to post these videos here…
These shows the ‘Never Say Die” attitude of the Ginebra team.


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thE rEAdEr... thE wrItEr...

“Anyone who doesn’t write doesn’t know how wonderful it is “

I remember this line when I’ve watched “The Reader”... I was fascinated by the way Hanna Schmidt, played by Kate Winslet, taught herself how to write.

I can’t remember who taught me how to write my first letter. Maybe, it was my Mom. But what I can remember is I can’t spell the word beautiful right. I have to syllabicate it every time I have to spell it, until now! I would go BE-A-U-TI-FUL. Same with receive, believe and separate. I also can’t pronounce “ANG, MGA and NANG” in taglog. I would say ey-en-gi (read it in English alphabet). My mom had to buy me ABAKADA in order for me to learn those words. That was the first book I’ve read.

From then on I’ve started reading books. I would read all my textbooks even before the school starts. When we went to my Aunt’s house I saw a copy of “The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank”. But I did not have a chance to finish the book. I just got to the part when she named it Kitty. That’s when I started writing my own diary.

When I began reading Sweet Dreams and Sweet Valley High pocketbooks I tried to write love stories. I also wrote some poems. Then, when I met a friend in college we decided to write a story about us and our crushes in school. But mostly she did the writing. I just gave her the plot and other details.

I’m not that confident in my writing, I’m afraid that anyone who will read what I wrote will criticize me. I know that my grammars were wrong and my commas were not in the right places. But I don’t want to deprive myself with this privilege.

In the movie, Hanna was not able to defend herself because she was afraid to let everyone know that she was illiterate. She was convicted for life sentence. When she was in prison an old friend send her voice tape. This old friend reads to her different kinds of books. Because of her desire to write to this person, Hanna taught herself to write. She borrowed a book in the prison library, the same book that was read to her in one of the voice tapes. She listened to it while she encircled the words on the book until one day she was able to write a simple note to her friend.

Writing and reading are two of the most important thing that we always take for granted. We did not know that it is power. That if we could both read and write people won’t be able to fool us so easily. We could create things when we write. We could gain knowledge when we read. 

That is the reason why I started this blog. I want to continue reading and to write not only what I read but also what I’ve seen and experienced. I would continue doing this for myself just like what Anne did…

“And if I haven’t any talent for writing books or newspapers articles, well, then I can always write for myself.”
- Anne Frank

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lIfe, bEEr And rEntOn

Yesterday, I texted a friend and asked her if we can have dinner. Unfortunately, she had other plans. So I just stayed home and watched rented films. Then she texted me this afternoon… telling me about the plan of a get-to-together with the barkada this coming weekend. As much as I wanted to see her ‘coz we haven’t seen each other for months I decline the offer. I don’t want to be with too many people right now. I just want to be with a few selected friends…Those that I can really talk to and be who I really am. I’ve started my hide-and-seek game again. The usual not returning of phone calls/texts, not answering e-mails, no-show on special occasions. I’m just not into the bonding mood right now. So I’m doing the underground…

For months I’ve only seen one friend… It just happened that he was at the right place at the right time. So, when I texted him, he arrived immediately. But of course, the group I’m with that night suspected that he is my BF (Haha! Need to tell him about that so we can both have a good laugh).

That night I really needed someone to explain things to me. Why life is such a bitch and why I’m such a mess?!!! Haha! I always asked him that question before… funny that I’m asking him the same question again. Then it hit me. I already know the answer. It was the same answer he gave me four years ago. Maybe I just wanted him to remind me of everything that we have talked about before… About life and all the shit(!) while we’re drowning ourselves with bottles of beer. It was nice seeing him again. He still is my confidante and my critic. And that’s just what I needed. Someone who will listen to me, give me advice, correct me when I’m wrong, criticize me and not patronize me. Once again I was saved… by him.

Although we seldom see each other I know that when life is throwing its worst prank on us we will be there to help each other out. But I still have hope that one day we will be drowning ourselves with beer, not anymore bitching about life but celebrating it. After all we’re both choosing life… that’s what Mark Renton taught us and that’ s what he told me before and still telling me now.

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thE prOdIgAl pAddlEr


June 29, 2008--- the first leg of the 2008 Annual Regatta and the last time that I row.

Why did I stop rowing? I'm not totally abandoning my sport.I just needed a break, not because I get tired of it but because I know I'm not fit to row right now.

Saturday, a day before the race I attended the training. That was my first training after so many months of being idle. I needed to train for I fear that I might not be able to follow the program for the race and will only be a liability for the whole team. So even though I haven't had a sleep that day (I came from work, my work schedule that time was 4pm-1am) I forced myself to train. The end result--- I got cramps while rowing and I almost collapsed.

That made me decide to stop rowing for a while, park my oar and walk away from Manila Bay. I needed to rest and regain my strength.

So I did stop rowing and I focused on my job plus other extra-curricular activities. But because I need not have to worry on waking up early during weekends it gave me more time for gimmicks. Instead of resting and getting my strength back I spent weekdays working and weekends drinking, smoking and partying.

Two weeks ago I got sick due to lack of sleep (my work schedule now is 9pm-6am), overworked and stressed out plus the fact that I'm not living a healthy life. My body can't take it anymore so I had a fever for 4 days. Before, I always tell myself gagawin ko ang isang bagay na gusto ko kahit na ikamatay ko pa. Atleast namatay akong masaya'. But now I'm getting sick over something I don't really enjoy doing and I stayed away from the one thing that makes me feel alive. If I'm going to die I'd rather die rowing than working my butt off.

Fast forward to October 12, 2008---Like the prodigal son I came back to my team, asking once more to welcome me with open arms. I fear that they will reject me but instead they did more than welcome me with open arms, they hugged me so tight and still acknowledged me as one of them. And it made me feel great!

But like a machine that's not been used and oiled for a long time it seems that I still need some tuning-up. I felt like a first-timer and I cannot caught up with my teammates even with the new one's. Well, that's what I get for being too lazy to even do some stretching at home.
 
It's nice being back. I miss Manila Bay, I miss my team and I miss the challenge. That was my first training in more than three months. My body ached, I lost my breat, my heart pounded so loudly as I row to the beat of the drum. I felt the splashing of the muddy water on my face, tasting its saltiness once more. It made me feel that I'm alive and I don't care if die because I know I will die with a smile on my face.

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