ERASERHEADS REUNION CONCERT

It was swell that the concert was cut short (Ely had to be rushed to the hospital as he suffered another attack(?) due to physical and emotional stress - you hafta give props to the dude for letting this gig continue despite of what happened a coupla of days ago) but all in, it was superb! It was 90's all over again! They were able to play 15 songs before they canceled it:

1. Alapaap
2. Ligaya
3. Sembreak
4. Hey Jay
5. Harana
6. Fruitcake
7. Toyang
8. Kamasupra
9. Kailan
10. Huwag Kang Matakot
11. Kaliwete
12. With A Smile
13. Shake Yer Head
14. Huwag Mo Nang Itanong
15. Light Years

Yeah, I got emo'd. I never thought I would see them all again in one stage. Sappy as it may sound but it was a dream come true for me. These guys, who revolutionized Pinoy rock, who played our generation's song were in front of me, singing our songs - it couldn't get any better than that! Not to mention we got in for free (thanks to Father Markus who included us on his VIP list), the fangirl in me really came early and grabbed a spot, secured a perimeter for me and my friends to take part on this event. Nevermind that I was sick a coupla days back, also taking into consideration the ups and downs I went through just to be a part of this night , I really wouldn't miss this for the world.

It really was a one-of-a-kind experience... and I am so proud to have been a part of history wherein I and thousands more of Pinoys jammed with one of our music heroes if only, just for one night. :)

VIP PASSES

We got VIP passes for Saturday' Eheads concert! *weee!*

Now if only I could get well this instant. This flu is taking it's toll.

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Just got word that Ely's mom died this morning due to cardiac arrest. May God give strength to Ely, the whole Buendia family and to the others bereaved. :(

ERASERHEADS' REUNION CONCERT TICKETS @ TICKETWORLD

I just got off from Ticketworld's hotline and yup, they're the ones who will sell the tickets for this damn fine event.

As of this morning, they haven't released the tickets yet but prices are as follows : P2,060 and P1,030 - all of which are standing.

They should release the tickets this afternoon so let's grab 'em before they run out.

Should you have any questions, you can call Ticketworld at (02)891-9999.

Tuloy ang ligaya!

VIRTUAL DNA

BJ THE BLOGGER

Okaaaay. So I've been sick the whole day and wasn't able to go to work. Really uncomfy if you ask me, but that's the way the cookie crumbles - something I or mother nature can't really do anything about.

For the meantime, BJ's been blogging! I'm really proud of him doing all the tweaks and stuff. He said he's having fun so, Beej my baby... welcome to my world!

He really has this thing about starting something and being off to start something else every single time - be it making butingting, fixing the room, cleaning stuff, etc. I think the only time he sat down and finished something was when he played GTA4 on our xbox360 *lol*

Nevertheless, I hope this is something he can keep up for the long run. It's really about dang time he cleaned the cobwebs off his blog.

Check out BJ's here.

UP vs ADMU, 08/24/08

I was soo torrrn!

Yesh, UP lost but at least they gave a helluva fight... at least on the first half.

clockwise : the smiley bj and the sick one, there's that funny looking
eagle again, camwhoring on the second half, a view from upper A

YAHTZEE'S FIRST OUT OF TOWN TRIP (AKA TRIP TO TAGAYTAY HIGHLANDS, 08/16-18/08)

Clockwise : "Are we there yet???", Mum and Yahtzee,

"I'm poofed!" , Dadad and Yahtzee

Clockwise : One-Champaca, Cable Cars, All I need to survive
on an out of town trip, Plant Camwhoring


Clockwise : Camwhoring without sleep, Back to Manila we go!,
Cable car camwhoring, Deck and a whole lotta sun

THE CHESS MESS TEST (WHICH CHESS PIECE ARE YOU?)

I got this from Chris who got it from Ace. :P

Congrats! Only 3-4% of the population score this!

The King's Bishop

To others, the King’s Bishop projects confidence. This can be mistaken for arrogance; but its source is easy to find. From an early age most of the King’s Bishops are specialized in their knowledge. When it comes to an area of expertise the King’s Bishop has several. They can know immediately if they can help you and how. They know what they know, but more importantly they know their limits.


This Bishop is a perfectionist. They will always attempt to improve upon anything of interest. They have an unusual independence of mind which frees them from authority, convention or sentiment. Anyone who is slacking will lose respect – and be made aware of this. The King’s Bishop can be secretive when making critical decisions. However they are even-handed and will recognize contributions others give.


This Bishop is highly ideal with their goals. They attempt to pursue high degree of quality in solutions and can be critical of ideas that compromise this quality. Because of their unwillingness to accept ‘good enough’ they can be unrealistic. They are at their best when they have time to think through a problem, at which point they may have a plan to solve the dilemma. The King's Bishop is an individual with a very analytical attitude. They are like the Queen's Rook, in that they prefer the ascetic quality of solitude. They are not as sociable as others, but are quite prepared to lead if they deem the current leadership as weak. They are thankfully pragmatic and logical individuals. They have very low tolerance for emotional rampaging or the spinning of 'truths'.

Take the Chess Mest Test at HelloQuizzy. :)

REMEMBERING NINOY

Martial law baby I am not.

I grew up though listening to my Tito Mac's stories of how he and my aunt (who was a kid or a teenager back then) rallied through the streets in search of our country's freedom. Watching documentaries and seeing the places where some of the greatest Filipinos have been exiled, forced to be away from their loved ones on their quest to seek the light for their oppressed motherland, it instilled in me pride of being Pinoy and somewhat sadness, for those who had to risk everything for something - liberty, which is rightfully ours, fought by our ancestors.

August 21, 1983, the most famous figure during this time died on the tarmac. The great man, Benigno Aquino Jr., or Ninoy Aquino to my fellow Pinoys. 25 years later, his death is still not resolved and here we are, disraught and have not learned a lesson, not a bit to what this man has showed us.

25 years have passed and a lot of things have happened. Where are we Filipinos? Let's hope no man or woman should ever shed his or her blood for us to finally see the light.

NINOY'S LAST SPEECH

I have returned on my free will to join the ranks of those struggling to restore our rights and freedoms through non-violence.

I seek no confrontation. I only pray and will strive for a genuine national reconciliation founded on justice.

I am prepared for the worst, and have decided against the advice of my mother, my spiritual adviser, many of my tested friends and a few of my most valued political mentors.

A death sentence awaits me. Two more subversion charges, both calling for death penalties, have been filed since I left three years ago and are now pending with the courts.

I could have opted to seek political asylum in America, but I feel it is my duty, as it is the duty of every Filipino, to suffer with his people especially in time of crisis.

I never sought nor have I been given any assurances or promise of leniency by the regime. I return voluntarily armed only with a clear conscience and fortified in the faith that in the end justice will emerge triumphant.

According to Gandhi, the willing sacrifice of the innocent is the most powerful answer to insolent tyranny that has yet been conceived by God and man.

Three years ago, when I left for an emergency heart bypass operation, I hoped and prayed that the rights and freedoms of our people would soon be restored, that living conditions would improve and that blood-letting would stop.

Rather than move forward, we have moved backward. The killings have increased, the economy has taken a toll for the worse, and the human rights situation has deteriorated.

During the martial law period, the Supreme Court heard petitions for habeas corpus. It is most ironic after martial law has allegedly been lifted, that the Supreme Court last April ruled it can no longer entertain petitions for habeas corpus for persons detained under a Presidential Commitment Order, which covers all so-called national security cases and which under present circumstances can cover almost anything.

The country is far advanced in her times of trouble. Economic, social, and political problems bedevil the Filipino. These problems may be surmounted if we are united. But we can be united only if all the rights and freedoms enjoyed before September 21, 1972 are fully restored.

The Filipino asked for nothing more, but will surely accept nothing less than all the rights and freedoms guaranteed by the 1935 Constitution — the most sacred legacies from the founding fathers.

Yes, the Filipino is patient, but there is a limit to his patience. Must we wait until that patience snaps?

The nationwide rebellion is escalating and threatens to explode into a bloody revolution. There is a growing cadre of young Filipinos who have finally come to realize that freedom is never granted, it is taken. Must we relive the agonies and the blood-letting of the past that brought forth our republic, or can we sit down as brothers and sisters, and discuss our differences with reason and goodwill?

I have often wondered how many disputes could have been settled easily had the disputants only dared to define their terms.

So as to leave no room for misunderstanding, I shall define my terms:

1. Six years ago, I was sentenced to die before a firing squad by a military tribunal whose jurisdiction I steadfastly refused to recognize. It is now time for the regime to decide. Order my immediate execution or set me free.

I was sentenced to die for allegedly being the leading communist leader. I am not a communist, never was, and never will be.

2. National reconciliation and unity can be achieved, but only with justice, including justice for our Muslim and Ifugao brothers. There can be no deal with a dictator. No compromise with dictatorship.

3. In a revolution there can really be no victors, only victims. We do not have to destroy in order to build.

4. Subversion stems from economic, social, and political causes and will not be solved by purely military solution: it can be curbed not with ever increasing repression but with a more equitable distribution of wealth, more democracy and more freedom.

5. For the economy to get going once again, the working man must be given his just and rightful share of his labor, and to the owners and managers must be restored the hope where there is so much uncertainty if not despair.

On one of the long corridors of Harvard University are carved in granite the words of Archibald McLeish: “How shall freedom be defended? By arms when it is attacked by arms; by truth where it is attacked by lies; by democratic faith when it is attacked by authoritarian dogma. Always, and in the final act, by determination and faith.”

I return from exile and to an uncertain future with only determination and faith to offer — faith in our people and faith in God.

taken from “The Prepared Speech That Was Never Read,”

Mr & Ms, Vol VIII, No 20 Sept 6, 1983 p. 3.

REDEMPTION AND CONVERSION

Homily for the 25th Anniversary of the Death of
Senator Benigno Aquino, Jr.

Church of the Gesù, Ateneo de Manila University
Fr. Jojo Magadia, S.J.

When I was telling a group of friends about this Mass for the 25th anniversary of the death of Ninoy Aquino, the common reaction was disbelief: “Twenty-five years? Already?” Even more striking was the conversation that followed. One said, I was driving my car when I heard the news and I felt so heavy and distressed and sad, and there was this strange emptiness inside. Another said, I was just coming out of class, when word spread on the crowded corridors of our school, and many were stunned and confused and outraged. A third one said, I was at home, and a friend called me, and as I heard the news, the tears started coming for reasons I could not understand.

One after another, my friends and I recalled, how each one remembered that day so vividly, where we were, what we were doing, the thoughts and the feelings that hit us when the news broke out, what we did after, how we all found time to fall in line with the millions of Filipinos from all walks of life who paid their respects at Santo Domingo Church, how some of us joined that unforgettable twelve-hour funeral march from Santo Domingo, down España, crossing Quiapo and Luneta, and all the way to Parañaque, singing and praying, as millions more lined the streets in solidarity, chanting “Ninoy, Ninoy!”, dressed in the signature yellow. I remember feeling so proud of being Filipino and so proud of Ninoy Aquino, and so emboldened by his death, to continue the fight, and to take part in the next three years of nonviolent struggle, and to join the Filipino people in assuring each other with Ninoy’s immortal words, “Hindi ka nag-iisa.” Yes, those were graced days of unimaginable courage, and I consider myself so blessed to have been part of that.

As I look back, I ask myself, how did Ninoy Aquino do it? How did he leave such a mark on many of us? Was it the disbelief and shock that blood was spilled? Was it the incredible audacity of a man who knew he was risking death, and yet went on with such determination? Was it the sacrifice that was so strikingly and powerfully communicated? Was it the dignity that came with courage recovered?

I suggest that there were two fundamental experiences that marked those days –redemption and conversion.

First, redemption. In the Old Testament, the idea of redemption boiled down to something quite simple. It had to do with the payment of a price, in order to release the enslaved or imprisoned or oppressed. It had to do with ransom, in order to liberate and grant freedom to one who is held captive. It had to do with setting free from a power that controls, that burdens, that possesses and imposes and dominates, that makes people unable to take their lives into their own hands, and determine their own futures with dignity. The sacrifice of Ninoy Aquino left such a mark on us because it redeemed us who witnessed the boldness and bravery of someone who was willing to give up his life for those he loves.

The Filipino is worth dying for, Ninoy said, and that anchored our actions in those days. It gave us a share in his vision, his daring, his tenacity. It gave us a spirit that was so fresh and infectious. It made us creative, thinking out of the box, in our ways of fighting the injustices of those days, to the point of being playful and even enjoying ourselves. It gave us a staying power that didn’t give in to petty discouragements, through three long years of seeming impasse. It gave us energy and faith to just hang on, no matter what and no matter how long. Ninoy’s death was our ransom, our redemption. We were saved, because through his sacrifice, we felt a new strength. We were won over by the power of good and righteousness that Isaiah speaks of in today’s First Reading. Observe what is right, says the Lord, and do what is just, for my salvation is about to come. And Ninoy’s sense of what is right and just gave us a new vitality.

Second, conversion. In that most touching 1973 letter Ninoy wrote to Senator Soc Rodrigo, he recounts his experience of solitary confinement. He was already in prison, when on March 12, 1973, he and the late Senator Pepe Diokno were ordered to get dressed, and thereafter, the two were blindfolded, handcuffed, and flown by helicopter to an unknown destination.

In that letter, Ninoy writes: “When my blindfold was finally removed, I found myself inside a newly painted room, roughly four by five meters, with barred windows, the outside of which was boarded with plywood panels. There was a six-inch gap between the panels and the window frame to allow slight ventilation. There was a bright daylight neon tube that glowed day and night. There were no electric switches in the room, and the door had no knobs, only locks on the outside. The room was completely bare except for a steel bed without mattress. No chairs, tables, nothing.

“I was stripped naked. My wedding ring, watch, eyeglasses, shoes, clothes were all taken away. Later, a guard who was in civilian clothes brought in a bedpan and told me that I would be allowed to go to the bathroom once a day in the morning, to shower, brush my teeth and wash my clothes [two shirts and underwear]…. the intention was to make us really feel helpless and dependent for everything on the guards.”

In those days of solitary confinement, Ninoy reached a point of desperation and desolation, as he questioned the justice of God. He told Soc Rodrigo, “I remembered your famous words: Hindi natutulog ang Diyos…but I felt, at that moment, he was having a very good sound siesta and I was afraid when he finally woke up, I would have been gone! … Would God allow me to die without seeing my family? What terrible crimes have I committed to deserve this fate? The magnanakaws are living it up and I who tried to walk the narrow path of public service with integrity am now about to meet uncertain fate? Is this justice?

And then, something happened. “Suddenly,” Ninoy relates, “Jesus became a live human being.” And he awakened to the truth that in Jesus was “a God-Man who preached nothing but love and was rewarded with death…. who had power over all creation but took the mockery of a crown of thorns with humility and patience. And for all his noble intentions, he was shamed, vilified, slandered, and betrayed.”

“Then as if I heard a voice tell me: Why do you cry? I have gifted you with consolations, honors and glory which have been denied to the millions of your countrymen. I made you the youngest war correspondent, presidential assistant, mayor, vice governor, governor, and Senator of the Republic, and I recall you never thanked me for all these gifts. I have given you a full life, a great wife and beautiful lovable children. Now that I visit you with a slight desolation, you cry and whimper like a spoiled brat!

“With this realization, I went down on my knees and begged His forgiveness. I know I was merely undergoing a test, maybe in preparation for another mission. I know everything that happens in this world is with his knowledge and consent. I knew He would not burden me with a load I could not carry. I therefore resigned myself to His will.”

This, my friends, is conversion. And it is this conversion that we were invited to in those three years of struggle against the dictatorship – a conversion that meant working and giving it our best, but in the end, knowing that we could only depend on God. It was a conversion that meant accepting our limitations, and allowing the Lord to move in and fill in the blanks, and bring all the loose ends together into some unity. It meant surrendering everything, and then allowing ourselves to be surprised by the Lord’s ways, as he would later show so wonderfully at EDSA in 1986.

For Ninoy, and for those who saw his conversion, it also meant embracing the ways of active non-violence, which called for courage and daring. It sought reconciliation, and not the defeat of an adversary. It was directed at eliminating an evil, not destroying an evil-doer. It entailed a willingness to accept suffering for the cause, should it be called for, but never to inflict it. It rejected hatred, animosity or violence of the spirit, in addition to renouncing all forms of physical violence. It demanded a fundamental faith that in the end, justice would prevail. And that is why, the conversion to non-violence also means an openness to even the inclusion of the dogs who depend on the crumbs that fall from the master’s tables, an openness to receiving the aggressor who turns away from his old ways, an openness to reconciliation and forgiveness, after repentance.

As I look at the Philippines today, I feel sad. I am sad about the brazen corruption of many who are supposed to serve in public office. I am sad about how we Filipinos have become so tolerant of injustice and oppression, and how we do not challenge ourselves enough, and easily let ourselves off the hook. I am sad about how many have given up integrity to claim their share of the booty that the powerful dangle before them. I am sad that so many of our people have to leave their homes and their families, in search of employment overseas, because the country could not offer them opportunity. I am sad about the acts of violence all around, from the violence of the criminal, to the violence in Mindanao, to the violence of poverty and hunger and inequality and miseducation. This morning we received news from the Assumption sisters, asking for prayers because of the war that has just begun again in Lanao del Norte. I feel sad about the greed of those who abuse power, and selfishly cling to it at any cost. And through all this, it is so easy to be discouraged. But if we were to give in to this discouragement, then this commemoration of the sacrifice of Ninoy will have been merely ritual, and nothing more.

Instead, today, I suggest that we are asked to step back for a moment, and look back to the life of this man, twenty-five years after the great sacrifice of his life. We are invited to consider that what Ninoy’s experience really tells us is that the struggle is really not meant to end, that the true offering of self is a daily and ongoing oblation that can only last a lifetime, and that the fight for justice must go on, ever-renewing itself, and ever re-creating itself in the face of new injustices. We are challenged to re-tell the story of Ninoy to our young, those who did not see, firsthand, those years of amazing spirit, and to rekindle in them that fire that burned so strongly in many of us.

My friends, if we are to live through all the difficulties in our country today, if we are to persevere with dignity and determination, we can draw our strength once more from Ninoy, by reclaiming the redemption he offered, and the conversion he shared. This day, we thank the Lord once more for all our Filipino martyrs and heroes, men and women, known and unknown, whose lives have been a great light and a source of hope, that feed into the work of continuing national transformation.

Today, we pray very especially for President Cory Aquino, for healing and for strength. We pray for peace in Mindanao. We ask Ninoy to pray for us and intercede for us, for we know he is with the Lord he sought to serve, the Lord in whose redemption Ninoy participated, the Lord in whose hands we entrust our lives and our loves, confident that he will bring us his peace.

Amen.

TAGGED BY SISTAH CAROL

1. Four places I go over and over
- Work - because I need to otherwise, I'll be doooomed!
- UP Diliman - isaw mehn!
- Greenhills - for "butingting" and gadget needs
- Quiapo (church, raon, hidalgo) - cheapest dvds, camera thingies and yeah, church.

2. Four people who e-mails me regularly
- Highfiber, Facebook, Apple... all sorts of update *lol*
- My aunt
- My clients
- My long-lost friends

3. Four of my favorite places to eat?
- Peri-peri chicken
- Mang Larry's isawan
- Mang Jimmy's
- JT's manukan

4. Four places you’d rather be?
- At home... doing nothing
- France!
- Anywhere I can play with my guns
- ... or anywhere as long as my friends are there

5. Four TV shows I could watch over and over.
- Barefoot Contessa (hahaha!)
- Jeopardy
- Reality shows (sue me!)
- Extreme Makeover Home Edition

6. Four people I think (and hope) will respond.
- Ace?
- Chrisangelo?
- Jojie?
- Larry?
(notice the question marks. lol)

RANDOM SHMANDOM

I saw one of "my favorite movies of all time" Now And Then just this week and when I learned that Ashleigh Ashton Moore (Chrissy from the movie) has died, I had this fascination of looking up on the net those famous people whom I don't have any idea, has died or famous people who have died young. I don't know if it's weird or it's just me but whenever we visit cemeteries, I would always look at tombstones and do math, figuring out what age did the person lying there died. It (looking at tombstones..) has always been my hobby. Might sound too disrespectful and selfish, but it makes me feel blessed reaching 22yo, having experienced so much, and knowing there's soooo much more to learn. I hope those who did die young have lived their lives to the fullest too. †

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I also finished my Sex And The City marathon too (talk about Seasons 1-6 plus the movie!) and loved every episode of it. I got annoyed though by Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) always asking questions with her monotonous voice - "I can't help but wonder..." but I did oooh'd for the Blahniks and the Chanel's - just one of the few reasons why women loved this series.

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My Ateneo shirt barely fits me. Jeezus, I really have to lose weight. :-S

I'm happy that we're on 7W-1L (UAAP?). I can smell the championship!

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It's a Saturday morning and I dunno what we are going to do for the weekend. Rumor has it (yeah, because we're still not sure) that we'll be off to Tagaytay later. I'm so excited for Yahtzee as this is going to be his first out of town trip. He has to take a bath though first because he stinks. *lol*

There, random thoughts straight from my discombobulated head.

Happy (long) weekend! :)

IT'S BACK!

yeah, the site says it's under construction but we're on it. ;)

give us some link love!

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yay! Ateneo won against FEU! :D

(sue me, the UAAP junkie)

08-08-08

No offense to the Chinese community but I bet my ass a lot, and I mean A LOT of Chinese couples are getting married at this very moment today.

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On the other news, the 2008 Beijing Olympics is scheduled to open today (08/08/08 being lucky to our Chinese friends). Even Google commemorated the day!


I hope we get to win Golds this time. USA's been dominating the games so much, it kills me (well, don't they always?). Can Team Redeem really get back the gold? That, I'd have to watch.

LIKE AN EAGLE

Sooo yeah. I got emo'd when I came across a note with the lyrics to this song. We sang this one during our HS graduation (2002) - I can still remember me going room to room to teach this song to my batchmates. We did murder it when Graduation day came but I can still recall the feeling of singing this song facing my Tito Mac, preventing the tears from falling down my cheeks.

I found a couple of choirs singing this song for their grad over YouTube.com (see here and here and here) but can't find a site to download the song (maybe because it's a choral piece and only notes can be downloaded), but here's the lyrics.

Like An Eagle
Carl Strommen

Now is the time
To follow the wind
To walk alone

And a star will show the way
Above the clouds
Beyond the sea

And now is the time
And now and farewell
And as we part

You taught me well
You gave me strength
You showed the way
I'll not forget you

Like an eagle I will soar above the clouds
I will spread my wings and fly into the sun
Like an eagle I will race above the stars

I will fly to places yet unseen
Go beyond my wildest dreams
Know that you are watching over me

And all alone
I will follow the stars above
As my guide

As my guide
I trust in you
To show the way to me
Beyond the sea

And now is the time
And now and farewell
And as we part

You taught me well
You gave me strength
You showed the way
I'll not forget you

Like an eagle I will race above the stars
I will spread my wings and fly into the sun
Like an eagle I will race above the stars

I will fly to places yet unseen
Go beyond my wildest dreams
Know that you are watching over me

Alone, I can fly with the eagle to the mountain high
Race with the eagle so far beyond my dreams
Like an eagle I will fly

Like an eagle I will race above the stars
I will spread my wings and fly into the sun
Like an eagle I will soar above the clouds

I will fly to places yet unseen
Go beyond my wildest dreams
Know that you are watching over me

Like and eagle I will race above the stars
Like an eagle I will fly
Like an eagle I will fly

I'm gonna fly the highest mountain
Fly above the clouds
Like an eagle I will fly

Ah sap, makes me wanna go back to High School.

Don't we all?

SEW YOU!

Imma get this shirt for myself tomorrow. I'll even have my avvy made into a design for one cool shirt!


Wanna see more of Sew What's cool and funky designs? Visit Sew What by Essh @ Multiply.

(Okaaay, it's my blog. I have the right to "shamelessly plug" *lol*)

END OF ROUND ONE

So after weeks of watching UAAP on the boob tube, BJ finally scored some tickets for yesterday's game at the Araneta Coliseum. Still feeling sick, the basketball buff in me wouldn't less this chance pass by (I'm on my way to recovery btw) and I'm so glad I didn't eat my words as Ateneo won yesterday vs. UST, 64-57.

I've no recollection of how the game went ('scuse the woozy mode) except that we cheered for NU (FEU did upset our streak), and Al-Hussaini, Baclao, Buenafe (my bet for rookie of the year) and Tiu kicked ass. All in it was fun, a good game if I may say. Match-up's and all, I think both teams did great though they both have to do better (imho) the next round.

And so after, we went to Powerplant to eat, thus the HamBurgoo pic. We were supposed to eat at Pepper Steak but seeing the queue (we even attempted to fall in line), we realized it was kinda dumb to fall in line just to eat so we decided to go to Burgoo's instead where we doodled our boredom away.

Off to Poblacion we went as I keep up in the idea of "Winning Myself Back" plus, it was fun to hang with my best buds even just for a day a week.

I'm no Korean movie fan (I've watched a couple though) but I liked how they (Koreans) put a certain twist to stories, unlike those big-screen flicks we have in the Philippines. They were watching "Lovers' Concerto", a Korean romantic melodrama about friendship and love - touching... up until our friend Mark shows up who ruined the mood and turned it into a comedy for all of us (it stars the same dude from "My Sassy Girl" by the way, Cha Tae-hyun).

Next up was Joint Security Area or JSA (stars that lady in Jewel In The Palace, Yeong-Ae Lee - or Janggeum for Koreanovela fanatics), a movie about North and South Korea's conflict - which has been going for centuries. I didn't know that Koreans made movies as such and found it interesting... a touchy subject, in the sense that, it is applicable to every country, with or without borders. It might not be as gripping as it should basically because I'm not Korean, but I found sense it in, asking myself "why do we have to have wars?" and "how can you pull the trigger?", rather..."why do you even pull the trigger?". I read that during a summit, this movie was given to Kim Jong-Il. If he watched it, we'll never know but if you're interested to do so, go to Crunchy Roll and you'll see what I'm talking about. ;)

And so I begin to face a week, going back to work. I'm still sick but thank God my nose (the insides of it) isn't swelling like it used to. I'm hoping to be allergic rhinitis free as I start August - hoping for more things to look forward to... more UAAP games to watch and Korean movies to blog about.

SO MUCH FOR THE STREAK

Yeah yeah, ateneo lost to FEU thus losing the 5-0 streak.

Doesn't mean they're out of the league though.

And, it surely doesn't mean they've lost the crown.

Also, it doesn't mean FEU won it.

(Pretty please, don't let me eat my words tomorrow (AdMu vs. UST). I'll be in deep shite if we lose again.

Now, if only I can hatch a devious plan to make UP win...