senti-men(ts)

Cusack's boombox scene in Say Anything kind
of captures the traditional senti Sunday mood

I just got home, and now I'm eating spaghetti and meat sauce. JAM is off the air for a few more hours, so rather than subjecting my ears to noisy pop ditties, I succumbed to listening to songs of yesteryears. Senti Sunday it is.

When I was a kid, Sundays meant the songs of my parents' younger years blasting from the speakers, courtesy of Star FM's Never on Sunday program. Staples were Tennessee Waltz, Sad Movies and that song that goes 'How much is that doggie in the window?' Twenty-something years later, I'm no longer surprised that songs played in programs like MYX Backtrax were by the BSB or Spice Girls. I'm not sure when Till They Take My Heart Away became popular but that song, and others like Take My Breath Away and Crazy for You define this wee-hours-of-the-morning's playlist. Nothing like being by your lonesome accompanied bye these kinds of songs permeating the airwaves, huh?

Incidentally, earlier tonight I found this poem by Alma S. Anonas. I was reading the 2002 Likhaan Book of Poetry and Fiction in between taking calls and somehow found myself going through the poetry section and reading them out loud, something I'm not usually won't to do. It's called Reply and (in the tradition of making song dedications over the radio) this goes out to you who will in the future ignite such curiosity as well.

Reply | Alma S. Anonas

You asked me
Why I kissed you
That scotched
Saturday evening.

Because I was curious.
Because I had drunk three-fourths
Of a bottle of scotch.
Because you asked me with your eyes.

Had I been sober,
Had I been sane,
Your lips
Would never have touched mine.

I kept my eyes closed
To your exquisitely ugly face.
I hadn't gone that far
Into the black yet.
Nothing personal.

I just wanted a period
To answer the question mark
Of what you tasted like.

Now I know.

Earlier last night as well when one of my officemates was talking to me, I somehow came to realize that I'd definitely go for a guy who reads, and not just magazines or the current thriller or fantasy novels. I'd go for someone who reads literature. He'd be extremely sexy in my mind; he'd share to me what lit is about as I have close to nada in understanding the classics, even if I sometimes read them. His thoughts will be of a depth and extent unlike any I have ever encountered. He will explain to me the different themes of different canon in between cuddling or whatnot. He'd quote lines and ignite my imagination while sharing to me his literary world. And it would help if he's got a hot bod and is not a wimp. Oh I am so drooling right now!

Yum!

another weird dream

Dreamt that I was in Batangas, where I had days ago planned to be on the invitation of a friend, who however, was not in the dream, but his girlfriend and my friend was. Dreamt that my teammates in the office were with me and it's another teambuilding we're on. Dreamt that I was in another production style floor, a la my first FT related job. Dreamt about two former, or shall we say, semi-current crushes. Weird, the associations! Indeed, that's how my dreams are ever since I've started remembering them.

photo diary - random

from somwhere in the tumblrverse

photo by moi, 01.07.2012 - for Project 365

#7. an open space in the 3rd floor, a playful young man, some loose firepowder, a new camera ready to shoot

photo by moi, effects by Little Photo for Android

vintage is <3 <3 <3 

waiting for a friend to show up. had nothing but my self and this new photo app on my android to work with. gazing out at the glass windows of 7-11, decided to shoot. ah...

sign on one of the dividers in a surf cafe in San Juan, La Union

indeed, brah!

from Down Under I think, featured in Liquid Salt mag

woah! to the nth power

Joyce and Clem
sharing about life decisions in the dim comforts of Sarah's Friday night crowd, booze, tofu and cheese sticks

the alcohol and nostalgia getting to me, I think, after insights on the filmmaking life and oneself

MV Logos Hope, 03.11.2012

on the other side - Manila Hotel and Superferry - seeing H U G E ships up close for the first time

Canadian MV Logos Hope crew member making shaped balloon toys for kids, a nifty skill

the 6th of March

It was a swell Sunday for me. Not only was I able to indulge in some good 'ol football (haven't played since oh, early February), but I also spent time with friends over good food and nice chit-chat.

The day actually started out with me still awake, trying to finish The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants since I wasn't the least bit sleepy, given the hours that I've been working. I actually got to finish the book (in love with Lena's character, and am actually curious about the movie and how her Greek god Kostos looks like haha), and it was around 3:30 am that I started feeling sleepy. Didn't make it to the supposed 7:30 am meetup in McDo near the Marikina Sports Complex, but it turned out to be alright since our first game was not until before 11:00 am.

This motley crew of Sikad ladies hadn't had time to train together - I for one am not fit having had no physical activities for the past two weeks - but I guess this combination of us was just right (I may also have benefitted from the chips that I carbo-loaded on (haha!) the night before, wtf?!). To think that we actually didn't have our regular keeper with us.

Anyhoo, we suffered defeat in our first game against a UST Team that featured this player from La Salle who is looked up to by one of our teammates who was not playing then, and who we've played against futsal tournaments ago (and we defeated their team then! their shots hitting the crossbar or else, being saved by our keeper).

We had a power striker with us in the person of Jeanne who has a deadly left foot, and who eventually, showered the tournament with goal after goal. If there was a Golden Boot award, it'd be hers. The next game was against CFAD from UST and we won. The next one was the hardest one, against RTU. They are one of the strongest women's futsal teams currently around (where'd they come from? Years ago, we were usually facing PWU and EAC. Anyway...). We changed our game plan courtesy of our coach and club founder Kuya Carl. Playing a tighter defense, we succeeded in shutting them out of goals, until we scored our first, and they equalized soon right after, dampening everyone's celebrations. I don't know why but almost everyone watching were supporting the girls in yellow (us!). We found another goal minutes later. And we've succeeded in defeating the only undefeated team in the tournament. It was a really nice thing given that they thrashed us good the last time these we met in the Philippine Futsal League last January (wasn't present then though). We emerged top of the bracket even, winning over goal difference after tying with UST and RTU. Go Jeanne!

So we were through to the next round, going against an Ateneo-based team (?) who was the last placer in the other bracket. We comfortably handled them. The next match up was another round against the UST Team who beat us earlier. Even though we've been playing the other teams goalless since the first defeat and the win over RTU, somehow the chemistry broke down and we weren't able to lord it over this team, as much as we wanted. So there goes our hopes for another championship (it's been awhile since our team won some). It was UST and RTU who are meeting up for the finals. Meanwhile FC Sikad is facing the organizers' Condem FC who I believe are from Miriam College. I was subbed in in the second half (we were playing 10 minutes each half since the semi-finals) and I could feel the fight everyone was giving from both teams. We were playing for 3rd place after all.

Kuya Carl in the foreground - the wall against Condem FC - I believe that's me on the leftmost side of the wall, jumping

They were relentlessly attacking us while we also tried to string our offense and produce a much needed goal. We wouldn't want to decide this on penalty shoot-outs, at least that's how I feel. Jeanne eventually found the back of the net after two tries from me, I think. And so that's it, the FC Sikad Women's team has another trophy under its belt. It's also a precious experience for me since one, I got a medal (yay! my first in football) and also, I did feel that I played a part in what the team achieved (same as how I also played a part in why our team didn't win in other games where I'm part of the lineup). And also, Kuya Carl commented that I was playing well (though I'm not sure if I would really take what he's saying as true because he just might be saying it to be nice, but when he gave me an example of one instance, I might just give it to him). And ate Klur, our makeshift keeper (she's efficient on the field and was the one who formed this team, but without a keeper, she  opted to take the position), also commended me for making 2 attempts. I didn't realize before she said it that yes, I've somehow improved because I'm no longer afraid of attempting goals. In fact, I remember trying to do this for the first time back in the PFL last January. One was on target, if only I had injected more venom in it since it did a slow arc and the keeper had enough time to judge its trajectory and catch it. Kuya Carl said I should work on my striking, since he couldn't tell if I'm passing or striking. I agree. I have to work on locking that ankle.

So we finished up around 5. Went to the Ateneo HS field after the men's team's game in the Weekend Futbol League (WFL). Though everything is not roses on their side, we still found them relaxing, chatting and generally having a genial atmosphere. They went to some place in Katipunan Avenue to fill up. Meanwhile I needed to be getting to Trinoma for my dinner date with friends in occasion of my birthday. I brought my sister along, so there were the two of us, Ate Beng who I haven't seen in quite a while, Macel, Joyce and Marnie. Incidentally, Marnie and Karen are also celebrating their birthdays this month. When we found out that there's some sort of special treat for birthday celebrators over at Cyma where we were at, ate Beng also said it's also her birthday month. This after Macel insisting that she remembers here being born on March, too.

So it was the first Cyma experience for half of the party and we were naturally eager to sample the delights of Greek cuisine. So we tried the following:

Moussaka, Greece's national dish, for Karen

Mixed meat Gyro for me

Meatless Moussaka for Joyce

Yesmistes (stuffed peppers) for Macel

Leonides Pasta for everyone

Kebab of which specific kind I don't remember for Beng

Know this post is not yet over. Tschüs! :)