Call me shallow, because at certain points of a day (and certain points of the life) i am. But when the YM messenger lights up and it shows your name, i feel fine and a bit happy--- who cares if it's just your one-worded response. That won't change my life at all, but it does change the day. It's not close to the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel... If it resembles that at all, it's probably a just a flicker from a small candle with the breeze too strong for comfort--- but who cares really...
Starting today everything i write about basketball will fall under the "Hoopology" header. The term was coined late last year when the House of Hoops tipped off over ABC as one of the show's segments, which hoped to cater to the rather non-serious, sometimes funny issues of NBA/basketball. This included TOP TEN LISTS of EVERYTHING NBA... Among other concepts (original or influenced) we were able to come up with rankings of the Top 10 Best and Worst Monikers... Dead-ringers... Best Coaches of All Time... Overpaid and Underpaid Players... and heck, even Top Ten Cheerleaders in the association... Over time, Hoopology also tackled the more serious (and stats-heavy) nature of the business as we were able to feature the league leaders in NBA history, the scoring kings, the rebounding monsters, the dean of dimes among others...
The funny thing is the House of Hoops team has a grand total of two writers! (myself and Mr. Paolo Mariano) This actually is going on since the Sports Desk days. Imagine TWO freaking writers to make a one-hour or 30 minutes daily show for the Desk.. Then this one, albeit it's about basketball, for a 2 and a half hour or 1 hour show. What i am trying to say here is while there are lots and lots of ideas that are going to be conceptualized, it did get tiresome eventually. But since it IS basketball (and sports)... Why are they paying me for this job again?
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With two playing dates to go before the regular season, the Eastern Conference first round match-ups have been set; (1) Boston vs. (8)Atlanta; (2) Detroit vs. (7) Philadelphia; (3) Orlando vs. (6) Toronto and (4) Cleveland vs. (5) Washington...
Prediction: All East top seeds advance
That's why we will be talking about the other conference for today... Indeed it has been a wild, wild race for the west top spots... With the Golden State Warriors loss to the Phoenix Suns earlier today, the final eight is decided. However, teams are still jockeying for position as a win or a loss could mean a first round date with a stronger team. Then again, we are talking about the western conference here... Where every team is nearly as good as the other...
If the West playoffs started today this is how the first round will look like: (1) Los Angeles vs. (8) Denver; (2) New Orleans vs. (7) Dallas; (3) San Antonio vs. (6) Phoenix and (4) Utah vs. (5) Houston...
That's four classics in the first round in just one conference! Which really sums up how dominant the western teams have been the entire season...
Predictions of the first round results will be useless as the match-ups could very well change... That said, here's a forecast how the West will shape up after the final day of the regular season (That is, with just a quick look at the team's respective schedules...)
1. Los Angeles
2. San Antonio
3. New Orleans
4. Utah
5. Houston
6. Phoenix
7. Dallas
8. Denver
Spare me the excuses, i AM NOT going away. (insert a suggestive smiley here)
i will settle for the haha's and the ok's, the yez's and all the one-worded answers from you. For now. (insert a real suggestive smiley here)
Pardon the recycled title, i feel it deserves another space. It's a re-do of another (rushed) article circa Friendster blog era but will be apt as a friend (Enteng) challenged me and basically asked why i decided to keep a blog after years of rather introverted writing preference (You know tissue paper poems, essays and random rants, all of which goes straight to the garbage bin five minutes after writing)
And so the question begs; Why write and why show it?
i don't know really. i hope to find the answer before my 7,019th post. That of course is just a random number, as random as expressing rather empty thoughts in form of letters, phrases and sentences.
Head aches like hell as well, and i am starting to lose a bit of sanity again. i am not wishing you're mine. Just a word or two.
Save me, please?... The silence screams as the ears ring to nothingness and invisible monsters in your head... Outside the (non)issues of Your apathy... Outside awkward moments... Inside your head, i wish... No, make that: "i wish i was inside your head." ... For over 30 seconds... What now?... Can apathy be this emotionless?... Can indifference be more indifferent? What now... Can yesterday's disaster be tomorrow's gold?... Control+Z Everything from that 5 PM and up?... But that was me... Not the totality of me... But ME. What now?
Meet the suave and cool me. The one who managed to say: "Ydfgdgsdfgsdfgdggevshtydmdnmdfbmfjbmfl;bmfmbsfmbmsfbmgfbmfsmbfmbg;mbmbbNdfgdsfgl;fsdg;sdl;gjsdfjgdjsfgldflgjdflsgjldsfjglsjdfjAbsbgfsbsdfbsbvsdbvsdfbvsdbsfbgsdfbsbfsfbdfYdgdfsbvsdfvsdvsdfvsdfvNgfsdgsdjfgmjsdfvsdmfvmdvmsdfmmsdvmsAkfklasdklvcnasdlkvnkladndvfdasfasdfasdcasdvergdevsdfvthbdvbsdfbfbsdbvfasdfvadfvadfvadvdvaadvasdvaegrvwergabstmbaeprjpbvapvpnmvpanmervanevnanvanmdfgjiopajrwopgadmvanmdvadfl;mvklajrjawoprvgadnmvaev"And what i was trying to say was it was nice to finally meet You. Even in just under 30 seconds.
The problem is... i really don't know what to do. i mean, nothing, zilch. Suddenly, i am thrown into a rather enormous (but calm) body of water which i thought i am familiar with... Then, panic sets in.
So, i just jump (Don't think, don't feel)... That's the only solution, eh?
Malling a la pobre - Ha! In layman's terms that's called window shopping and that's called the oh-well-and-oh-fuck mall moments... Fret not, it's not like i spend lavishly at all. Outside the magic cards and adidas basketball shoes (plus maybe books @ booksale) of course... But anyway, nice to have the entire family (outside the Kuya who's left behind in Naga) around in what could be (?) biggest mall in Asia. Because you see the biggest mall in Naga is 5 per cent the size of MOA--- that difference alone is worth the visit and probably a big thing for the probinsyanos, which of course i belong to.
Malling Disclaimer: "This is not my son."--- i should be wearing a large tag with those words printed (Tahoma, size 56) in it. Ok, it's not that i am not fond of Jigs (James Gabriel), the son of my younger sister; it's actually quite the opposite, i love the little guy as much as i love a real son (i wouldn't know that of course, 'til i get one.) Point is, how would the other girls in the mall be interested if they took it that way? That, i already have a son? Kidding, of course as it was just paranoia telling me that those girls indeed were looking at me (Make that double-take). Thank you, paranoia and thank you vanity. It pays to be confident these days. Believe me, i fucking NEED it.
See You tomorrow.
If headaches could talk, it'd be shouting your name. If headaches could talk, it'd be whispering sweet nothings to my ear. If headaches could talk, it'd be telling you to meet it sometime this week. If headaches could talk, it won't ease the pain but it will at least explain why it hurts.
My head is about to explode. But it's a-ok, i got you inside my head.
Masakit palan magpirit ng magblog ka tapos ma naman naglalaog sa utak mo. Pero subago lang daw sa van pa Glorietta kadakol na ko naisip na ilalaag. Sabi ko, tulos pagabot ko sa harong maduman ako sa computer shop na harani sa apt (apartment) tapos ma-entry ako sa blog ko. Ta malay mo nagbabasa siYa kang blog ko tapos malay mo maaksidente naman na may masambit ako na side and not-so-snide comments sa bagong kras and sana-puture na agomon na maaki sako ning walo. Sabi ko, iistorya ko ang pagmall mi ni Jigs saka ni Ermana--- ngalas sinda ta maspanic pa baga ko. As usual maski pa-Glorietta dae ko aram kung papano. Maski sa LAOG kang Glorietta dae ko aram kung papano. No sense of direction ang apod dyan--- dagdagan mo dikit na panic saka paranoia--- wooot. However, dahil ako ang bida (Kuya garo) sa duwa kung kaibahan dae na lang gayo nagparisa and nagtaxi pa-Glorietta ta sala si binabaan mi hale sa van haleng Antipolo City. Ang issue sa laog kang Glorietta man, nalingaw ako kung pasaen su SM Makati ta duman magrocery (For Jigs and the family, courtesy of ate Che.)--- madali man lang naresolbaran ang issue-ung iyan ta EVENTUALLY nahanap man baga.
Garo pagsampay ning bagong laba. Ano man kung mayo saldang. Ano man kung medyo malumlum. Ano man kung nagbabagwak. EVENTUALLY, maaalang ang labahan mo. Ang hapot lang kung nuarin. Hmmm, like many things in life ano.
Masakit mag blog talaga na mayo ka maisip. Maspasil pati kung bicol sana (Ginibo ko na ni sa friendster pa, "Kagan" ata ang title kang first-ever Bicol entry ko duman) ang pagsurat... Mastotoo... Naara garo ko duman sa sarong blog na tagalog na nabasa ko, relax sya magsurat and totoo... Kaya naisipan ko na magbicol man kung minsan.
Saka, pagbicol matatago mo pa na sabihon na may bago ka kras and tinetext sa Makati office nindo--- kras sana ta dae ta pa man bisto ang tao tapos dae nya man ako bisto pa talaga. Tama na yan Phoenix Suns style of basketball--- pagmarikas mas turnover prone. And sawa ka na sa puro turnovers.
Saro pa, pagbicol ang entry mo iisipon mo kung binabasa kaidtong taga-Makati ang blog mo tapos ano daw kung maintindihan nya ang iba...Kung gabos, either maurag sya ta dakol aram na tataramon or nagkuang interpreter para lang sa blog mo!--- eh effort ang apod dyan! Gusto sabihon espesyal ka man palan maski dikit sana! Hehe. Suba lang, baka mabasa talaga and maintindihan. Kung iyo man, tara hilingan kita atchan, susunduon ta ka bago magbaba ang saldang. Halaton ta ka.
i miss math. And numbers. So let's start this one out via a series of uncomplicated computations regarding the total number of hours i slept the last seven days or so.
THURSDAY. Exactly a week ago i was in Naga for the Cable Wakeboarding shoot... We left Manila via Air Philippines at around 6 a.m. i believe... But of course, because of the lack of sleep (understatement, i did NOT sleep at all) the night before i am now not sure what time we arrived in Cam Sur (Thursday sleep: 0 hours.)
FRIDAY. As far as i can tell i did work the entire Friday... i can not remember if i stole an hour of sleep or so. Maybe i did in the van or bus on our way to the shoot site. Maybe not. Friday night, it's San Mig Light with Enteng 'til two or three or four (Must be the beer again... i can't remember) so rough estimate is for Friday i had maybe 4 hours of sleep.
So far, that's four hours worth of Z's in 48 hours.
SATURDAY. Woke up at around 10 a.m. and worked until about 11 pm (There was a one-hour spa courtesy of the organizers in between so maybe i dozed off for about roughly less than the alloted. On another note, i am not paying 1,200 pesos for a spa. This one was free so heck, i tried it.)
Curiously, i had the option to drink again that Saturday night... However, i settled for a couple of Marlboro Lights (Gold) near the hotel lobby and decided against alcohol... The sheep cooperated actually and i grabbed a four-to-five hour worth of sleep--- a record for the past three days.
(SLEEP COUNT SUMMARY: 9 hours of Z's in 72 hours)
SUNDAY. Sunday, Sunday... Upon arrival i remember i did steal some sleep during the travel from the airport to Antipolo, i'd give it an hour maybe... i went straight to the office and did a little bit of work. Body starting to whine at around 2 pm so i decided to go home and please the body. i remember i watched the PBA so that means i slept after 9... Give it a nice 9-to-5 sleep (Give or take the minutes it takes to toss and turn in your bed) for a very generous 8-hour sleep!
(SLEEP COUNT SUMMARY: 17 hours of Z's in 96 hours)
MONDAY. House of Hoops shoot then straight to the basketball court for the game vs. Red. Won the ball game. Celebrated until about 1 a.m. before catching the Z's. about another 8-hour sleep. Wooot.
(SLEEP COUNT SUMMARY: 25 hours of Z's in 120 hours)
TUESDAY. Normal day. Outside of daydreams (Can you count that as part of the sleep stage?) of you. 8 hours sleep
WEDNESDAY. Overnight at the office for a couple of "special projects" (i hate the term it only means that if there's extra work it will be assigned to our team. How is that for being special) Slept at around 3 am... Woke up at 9 am... 6 hours of sleep. Back to abnormal (or normal?) sleep routine.
(SLEEP COUNT SUMMARY: 31 hours of Z's in 144 hours, that's 6 days)
THURSDAY. House of Hoops shoot... then went straight to the court to watch the game between Red vs. Blue... Because i had to finish some stuff for the "special projects" (NOKIA NBTC and NIKE ELITE recap shows) i had to go to Boni to borrow/use Che's laptop... And yey, i finished the script at around 3 am... and started counting sheep at 3:30 before my sister, Let-Let sent me a text message the bus were minutes away from the Ali Mall terminal where i was to fetch them... Which meant another Zero Z's!
(SLEEP COUNT SUMMARY: 31 hours of Z's in 168 hours or 7 days)
That's the Thursday to Thursday sleep story. Now (Friday, 11:18 pm) the simple plan is to sleep until lunch tomorrow and see if that's enough to neutralize this week's sleep drought. NOT THAT THIS IS NEWS as that abnormal sleep pattern is normal the past 24 months. We will see if the sheep cooperates tonight and the bed bugs don't bite.
If only you texted back, sleep would have been much easier to achi..--- wait you did! (Coincidence really as i was typing this line!)... Now i can sleep.
...of course this should start with an ellipsis and expect that it ends with one... It's easier to write incomplete (hidden) thoughts... Easier to grasp half-truths and half-nothingness... ...Tapos nakabukas lang ang blogspot mo and basang ka add mga half-thoughts... ...Half-thoughts that are so full of you. Not you past perfect, not you past participle... Just You... Now... A...
...Next paragraph para garo iba naman daa pinaguulayan... Pero parehong problema... ...o solusyon. ...i'd really like to meet you. And sana di ka absent...
Kung walang magandang sasabihin, 'wag na lang magsalita. Kung walang magandang sasabihin, 'wag na lang kumibo. Sabi ko saYo di ako marunong magtagalog eh. Haha. Iniisip kung nagbabasa ka rin ng blog ko pareho ng pagbasa ko ng blog mo. Iniisip ko rin kung iniisip mo ko kagabi habang iniisip kita. Ewan ang sagot sa lahat. Sana di yun ang sagot mo sa akin sa huli.
