... cannot find my football studs.

And despite what the doctor said, I will play ball whenever the hell I want! (Kahit sa garahe lang ahihihihi!)

More needles. And get a load of that nuclear scanner.



This is my second time in a scanner. The first was when I was eight months old and suffering from Measles and Bronchitis. These huge-ass scanners aren't really scary. And they don't hurt. It's just like being in a stationary carnival ride with your eyes closed.

Would you by any chance want to see a photo of me during my PMA days?



Haha, ang dugyot!

And this marks the start of a (hopefully) wonderful friendship with the Asian Hospital. Lab tests and medication, here we go. :-)

I leafed through notes I've written throughout the years. So many names I listed down, they change every so often. But yours was always in the background. My heart sang when you said you remember my hair. I am most poetic when I speak of you.

We almost lost the dog today. Typical scenario, the absent-minded help left the door open and Molly (whom I call Guacamole just because it sounds cooler) got out. My dad was angry, my sister was hysterical. I spent the afternoon walking around the main road, talking to everyone I see, tambays, tricycle drivers, workers, carinderia vendors, carinderia customers, other house helps, telling them to keep an eye out for a brown chihuahua wearing a purple colar with a bell. After an hour and still no luck I dragged a crying Jade with me, took the car and ventured out farther than my feet were able to take me earlier. We went inside villages, checked squatters' areas but we didn't find Molly. About another hour later, my mom called Jade's phone from the office and told her someone found Molly and she was safe home. We hurried back and saw the guy waiting outside our house. He said he found Molly near the billiards place, which is a bit far from our house (it's located waaaay beyond the bridge). He picked Molly up and brought her to his aunt that works in the hospital on the other end of the road. He put Molly in his aunt's car and headed to nearby villages and asked if anyone was looking for a lost dog. There was this one guy that claimed he was looking for his dog, then founder asked what color the dog was, the other guy couldn't answer. Then he asked around some more until he found people that we were able to talk to when we were looking for Molly hours ago, and pointed him in the right direction. He asked my dad what color Molly's colar was, the guy took it off so he can be sure if he found the right owners. Clever guy, huh? At this point my sister and I were driving back to our house, my dad said he wasn't sure what color Molly's collar was, but it had a bell. The guy wasn't convinced and my dad asked him to go inside the house and look at my sister's laptop because she has tons of Molly's pic. Convinced, the guy handed her over and my dad gave him a hearty P1,000 as a reward. I almost hugged the guy right then and there, but stopped myself. He'll probably think I'm crazy. So now Molly's back. A bit dirty and wet from all the things she did all the places she went to earlier. She looked happy when she saw us, yapping and running around and rolling on her back asking us to scratch her belly. She's probably excited to be back home or maybe still excited over her little adventure today.

It's raining really hard now, good thing we got her back before the rain poured.





Edit: Apparently the founder was telling my dad how he lost his chihuahua before too, that's why he went all-out to find Molly's owners. Aww.

I keep telling T to eat healthy.




Confeds

A short update on the Confederations Cup.

Semis: Spain was overconfident and lost to USA. USfuckingA. Football. USA. Yanks. Football. Soccer. Putangina ANO KAYA YUN?! (Pero talaga, magaling ang US. Hindi ko matanggap. :-O )

Playing for third: Spain almost lost to South Africa. 3-2, Salamat Xabi Alonso. Potaenang South Africans yan, parang tumira ng shabu! Hindi napapagod!

Finals: Brasil at USpakingA, 3-2. Muntikan pa makaisa ang US, buti na-IN YA FAAACE sila, corner kick + header = MAAAGIC. Jogo Bonito!

Congrats naman sa Brasil, ayos sa comeback.

Wake up call 'to sa Spain. Akala ko team to beat na, kasi naman Euro Champs at sa nakaraang ilang taon e medyo olats na ang laro ng Brasil. Pero hala, ayan na at umariba na lahat. Pati America ano ba yan.

Exciting ang World Cup next year. Grabe, naiihi ako sa excitement.

Napuna ko lang, hindi naman sa sinasabi kong expert ako, ano. Pero mas maganda ang laro ng Spain ngayon kaysa nung chini-cheer-cheer ko sila noon (bago ako nag Porto, balimbing, 'no?) Si Hierro pa ang captain ng Spain 'nun e at mahal ko na si Casillas nun. Wala lang.

Napansin niyo bang naka-shabu din ako ngayon? Biro lang, kape lang tinira ko.

Michael Jackson is dead. Hindi kaya ng puso ko 'to.

I had a confused look on my face as my cellphone started blasting, You Take It by Cassette Kids and the name Ranel Padon was blinking on the display. I answered and he screamed in my ear, "Hoy! Ronnie!!! Nasaan ka na?!" with his infamous Cuyunon accent. He dialed the wrong number of course. I was laughing my ass off as he tried to explain that they were about to play Futsal but couldn't start with Ronnie missing (I do not know who Ronnie is) and I could hear Archie Galo laughing hysterically in the background.



I miss Laya FC 2004


Besprens

I hate politics. And this is not in support Manny Villar's campaign for the 2010 elections.



I just want to show you guys...



On the :20 mark! They have been friends for decades. Hihihihi!


Hahaha

My mom saw this Bayantel ad on TV.



After which, she kept pestering me, "Anak, ano yung Superfoks?" and "Ano yung drop kit?"

That's Superpoke and drop kick. Hahaha. I also wanted to share with her a joke I learned from Marby.

Racrac: Ma! Anong hayop ang laging nauuntog?
Mama: *Thinks hard.*
Racrac: Ano!
Mama: Goose!
Racrac: *Nagulat at hindi ineexpect ang ganoong sagot.* ... Bakit goose?
Mama: Kasi may Goose Bump!
Racrac: ...

Sabaaaaaaw.

BTW, the correct answer is DOG. As in *dog* tunog pag nauuntog. :p

Here comes the love anxiety, can't let it grab ahold of me just like the last time.


Sorry

I would like to sincerely apologize for calling a close friend's girlfriend an airhead (behind her back, of course and it was just once during the kilatisin-natin phase) last 2005. She still doesn't know I said it. You're actually pretty cool and I like you very much now. I guess first impressions never last on me.


Pride

I wonder where my pride went off to. I never learned to sorry until I was in my senior year in high school.


Psycho

I've been realising that I come from a family of crazies (mentally and emotionally unstable people, GOSH!) and I have half a mind to cut off the bloodline -- which is pretty much a useless attempt to kill that crazy gene since I have what, twenty cousins? Personally, I wouldn't want my children to experience family drama and as I've told Mr. Bean before, I want to have children so I can show the family oldies how proper parenting should be done (not that they completely bombed in that aspect, but I'd leave out a total of eight years worth of telenovela-like events.) But then I sometimes fear that the crazy gene inevitably manifests itself when the carrier reaches his late thirties. If that's the case, then I pity my future children.

But I really do want children.


Sick

I have this condition that I won't name because it's embarrassing. I'll give you very vague clues though: It requires medicine. It doesn't hurt. May require surgery if left untreated. You won't catch it if you are anywhere near me. It's not an STD, haha. And I won't be cutting my hair any time soon. Were you able to figure it out?

I haven't been required to take meds in a while (sleeping meds not included.) Ugh, I hate taking drugs. Please friends, don't worry about me, don't avoid me and don't treat me like a sick person because really, this thing is as mild as a lamb. My heart palpitates though. How cool is that?