Amidst the forlorn days that seem so eager to keep me company I have come to a fleeting realization that today is indeed Valentine's Day. Owing to the fact that the past few months had been filled with distractions and the schedule I have at hand doesn't seem to permit me to think about such things, I almost forgot to notice this once-a-year affair. Indeed for many this is an occasion to look forward to and I will not be the first to blame these people. Well in fact it brings a certain pronounced feeling of joy to me thinking that love still exists and continues to work, well if not for me, at least for other people.

   Once a happier time when my idea of love isn't as deeply tainted as it is now I frequently find myself longing if not begging for that particular somebody to finally cross my path. I can safely claim at this moment that I have indeed come a long way to still think the same. For it is not advisable to just wait and depend on serendipity, I outsmarted that idea and since have come up with a realization that nothing in this world occurs by mere happenstance. There's no way this cruel world will give what you want to have just like that, you have to fight hard and take it.

   I just found myself heaving a sigh, finding myself torn in a dilemma between letting this day pass just like that, or doing something extraordinary like perhaps letting that person know my well-thought intentions. One moment I find myself raring to do just that but one fleeting moment later I become indecisive thinking that the timing is awful and it's not yet time.

   Well, it's indeed Valentine's Day; I hope Eros will forgive me for almost forgetting this day. On the other hand, I have a funny feeling that this will not be an ordinary outing, that I will be in for a treat. At least I never stopped feeling and hoping.

Come out, come out wherever you are! :D

 

 

 

 

Michael Jordan is often called the perfect player. If he wasn’t perfect, he was very close.

That got me wondering on how to construct the perfect player Frankenstein-style. Which parts of which players would I use?

The first part, which allows the body to function is the heart. This has to come from the player who has no fear of failure and a killer instinct: Kobe Bryant.

The brain obviously is also vital. I need someone who understands his strengths and limitations and also understands his players and coaches to a great degree. That’s Jason Kidd.

Vision helps separate the truly great players from the very good ones. And no one sees the floor quite like Steve Nash.

If this is going to be the perfect player, he shouldn’t lack for athleticism. Not only should he be able to go by people, but also through or over them. Give me LeBron James’ combination of speed, quickness and muscle. There are faster players baseline to baseline than James, but they don’t have his size and leaping ability.

The hops go to Josh Smith. He’s the new-age Dominique Wilkins.

The strength of a basketball player is underrated. Skinny players like Reggie Miller and Rip Hamilton don’t need bulk to dart around screens. But give a player the strength of Dwight Howard and now you have a monster.

The longer the wingspan, the better the ability to grab rebounds, deflect passes and make other plays your opponents can’t make. So give me Kevin Garnett’s reach.

The best players shoot with a quick release. They can get off a shot while their defender is still flatfooted. Which is why I’ll need Ray Allen’s wrists.

Soft hands are essential. You want someone with a good touch who can catch all kinds of passes. That would be Tim Duncan.

The feet give you balance. They help you change direction, tightrope the baseline and stay in front of your man on defense. Give me the feet of Manu Ginobili.

The other parts that make up a great player aren’t as tangible. Like timing. The best shot blockers have great timing. Jump too soon and your opponent can duck into you and draw a foul. Jump too late and you’ll get dunked on. I want the timing of Marcus Camby.

Savvy comes from experience. The most battle-tested players know what to expect before it happens. And few players are more battle-tested than Chauncey Billups.

Patience is important. Great players know when to attack. They know how to set up their opponent with a fake. They don’t rush and they rarely force a bad shot. Is there anymore more patient than Duncan? He’s my first and only two-time part member.

Lastly, no one likes a sore loser or a bad winner. That’s why I value sportsmanship. To be a true winner, you have to be gracious. Like Michael Redd.

Now this is a player who’s truly the sum of his parts.

 

 

it has been a fun-filled ride!

Lately, i have been contemplating what to write on the empty spaces in my blog. In what i consider as a mediocre effort to write simple details about what's going on in my mundane existence, I have come up with a resolution that many things seem to be too good to pass up. Being somebody who despises half-baked works that are just done for the sake of completion, it is almost a given thing that I rarely write about a particular topic. There are just some things that I want to express for the simple reason that I don't want to keep these thoughts to myself.

Recently, I feel like a time-bomb raring to explode anytime. I'm itching to do something that unfortunately I am not able to determine. I am having a hard time finding my niche in this tumultuous and fast-paced society. Funny thing is amidst all the politics and influx of issues that I deem necesarry to address, I just can't pass up the idea of love (romantic love) and flush it out of my system. I have learned to accept that no matter how gargantuan the wave of issues that surround me it all boils down to reasserting my place in the field of relationships. I will still hold on to my statement: all that this world needs is love. Once it is given the right dosage of this certain passion, flowers will bloom everywhere, rivers will overflow that will lead to abundance, trees will kindle a certain lush never seen before and will give justice to a beauty that most of us have been longing to see.

As for me, I will hold to this feeling and am very much willing to hold on until eternity.

 

The Lark has finally landed but hasn't yet found her way unto me.

 

           

           

Pangalawang Tingin

 

Taong 2004 nang sa hindi inaasahang paglalaro ng tadhana ay makapasa ako sa premyadong Unibersidad dito sa Pilipinas, ang Unibersidad ng Pilipinas sa Diliman. Edad labinlima ako ng mga panahong yun, malaro, inosente, at puno ng pananabik sa maraming mga bagay. Kagaya ng karamihan, ito ang unang pagkakataon na ako ay malayo sa aking pamilya at sa nakalakhan kong tahanan.

            Buo ang aking loob na ang pagpunta ko sa lugar na ito ay pagbabasa ng aklat at pakikinig sa guro ang aking aatupagin. Sa kakarampot na nalalaman ko tungkol sa UP, tampulan daw ito ng mga madudunong na kabataan, ng mga taong nabiyayaan ng pambihirang karunungan at mga talento. Ang ideyang ito ay parte lamang pala ng mas malaking katotohanan. Ang maaliwalas na kapaligiran, malamig na simoy ng hangin at dagsa ng iba't-ibang katauhan buhat sa iba't-ibang dako ng kapuluan ay tunay ngang nagsilbing mga perpektong sangkap para sa isang natatanging kwento ng pag-ibig.

            Napadpad ako sa isang dormitoryo na mas kilala sa tawag na Kalayaan, doon ay nagawa ko lahat ng mga bagay na gusto kong gawin, mga bagay na dati-rati ay sa panaginip ko lang nagagawa. Pagkatapos kong manawa sa paglalaro ng Battle Realms, Ragnarok, CounterStrike at DOTA isama na rin ang pusoy dos at poker, napansin ko ang kakulangan sa aking sistema. Baduy man sa pandinig ng karamihan ngunit napagtanto kong ito nga ang sinasabi nilang tawag ng pag-ibig. J Totoo ngang napakasarap ng pakiramdam, kapara ng sa mga nabasa kong nobela at romantikong pelikula.

 

            Tandang-tanda ko pa kung pano nangyari. Isang maaliwalas na gabi noon nang mapatambay ako sa harap ng aming dorm. Marahil ay nagsawa na rin ako sa gabi-gabi na lang na pakikipaghuntahan sa aking mga kaibigan at sa ingay na nagmumula sa aming corridor kaya pinili ko na munang mapag-isa. Araw noon ng Biyernes kaya ang curfew naming na karaniwang alas-9 ay nagiging alas-onse na ng gabi. Pinapayagan pa kaming mga residenteng manood ng TV at makipagkwentuhan sa aming mga kaibigan basta't minimal lang ang ingay. Habang nilalasap ko ang pag-iisa sa isang sulok, binasag ng liwanag na nanggagaling sa isang taxi ang kadiliman. Bumaba mula sa sasakyan ang isang babaeng pumukaw sa aking katinuan. Mag-isa lamang sya at may bitbit na maliit na bag. Sa katunayan bihira lamang ang mga babaeng napaguukulan ko ng pangalawang titig maliban kung sya ay malapit na kaibigan ko. Sadyang nakakapagtaka kung bakit ako nakaramdam ng  kakaiba sa presensya pa lamang ng babaeng ito. Lalo pa akong nabighani ng tuluyan na syang mapadako sa paanan ng hagdan at tuluyan na syang matamaan ng liwanag, Animo'y tumigil ang pag-inog ng aking mundo, sa kabuuan niyang bihis at postura at ang misteryong dala ng nakalugay niyang buhok na hanggang balikat ang haba ang sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ay nagbigay sa akin ng konsepto ng "ideal woman", sopistikado at may kakaibang dating. Tuluyan na akong napukaw sa kawalan nang sa kanyang pagpanhik ay inukulan nya ako ng makahulugang sulyap  na may kasamang matamis na ngiti na para bang matagal na kaming magkakilala. Yun pa ang isang nakapagtataka, buwan na noon ng Agosto at inakala kong lahat ng tao sa lugar na yun lalo na ang mga magaganda ay nakilala ko na.

            Sa kanyang pagpasok ay narinig kong kinausap nya si ate guard na siyang tumatanggap ng mga latecomers. Marahil ay dala na rin ng antok pero sigurado talaga akong boses ng anghel ang aking nadinig, malamig at punong-puno ng kasiyahan. Sinundan ko pa siya ng sulyap hanggang sa tuluyan na syang makapasok sa girl's wing. Nang tuluyan na siyang nawala, kaagad kong pinuntahan si ate guard upang subukang magtanong sa kanyang pagkakakilanlan," hindi ko kasi madalas makita yun pero taga-1^st floor lang sya. Sa pamamagitan ng late permit form ay nalaman ko na siya ay galing sa isang fellowship sa Katipunan at nagawa kong kunin ang kanyang pangalan.

           

   Sa aking pagkaka-alala ay hindi ko na nagawa pang makatulog ng gabing iyon. Kung sa karaniwang pagkakataon ay ipinagtatanong ko kaagad sa aking mga kaibigan kung may kakilala silang ganitong pangalan, ngayon ay kaiba. Parang gusto kong sarilihin ang pagkakatuklas ng pambihirang kagandahan, parang gusto kong ipagdamot, kagaya ng pagdadamot ng isang bata sa paboritong laruan.

   Mahirap mang paniwalaan ngunit mabibilang na sa daliri ng kanang kamay ang mga pagkakataong nakita ko siyang muli pagkatapos ng gabing yun. Hindi ko din alam kung bakit at kinailangan ko pa munang maghintay ng buwan ng Marso bago ko nakuha ang cell no. nya na sa aking laking pasasalamat ay nakasulat sa aming yearbook. Nakakatawa at gawaing-bata talaga kung iisipin. Hanggang sa ngayon ganun pa rin an gaming relasyon, sa  telepono madalas nagkakausap, nagpapalitan ng kuro-kuro at nagkakabatian, sa termino ng makabagong panahon ay "textmates" Masyadong "highschoolish" kung iisipin pero sa di- mawaring kadahilanan wala na akong maalalang napag-ukulan ko ng pangalawang-tingin kung hindi siya pa lang. :D 

 

akda ni Ken Garcia para sa malikhaing pagsulat 10 1st sem AY 07-08

 

 

HOW GIRLS FLIRT:

1.She calls you by your full name not just a nick name.
2. She hits you softly on the arm and laughs when you say something funny.
3. She flips her hair when she's talking to you.
4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.
5. She says, "No, I'm not telling you who I like!" with a big smile on her face.
6. She asks you who you like or who you would go out with.
7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your friends she is almost always next to you.
8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.
9. You catch her staring at you.
10. She plays with your hair or tries to put make up on you.
11. Her friends outside of school and in school know about you, and says she talks about you a lot.
12. She knows your phone number and address. ( stalker? )
13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as much as possible


HOW GUYS FLIRT:

1. He stares at you alot.
2. He hits you alot. (just play hitting )
3. He uses the first thing that pops into his head to start a converstaion with you.
4. He yelled, "Hi!", to your mum that day she picked you up from school.
5. He blew off his buds to go see "Brown Sugar" with you cuz you couldn't get another girl pal to go and didn't want to go alone.
6. He tries to make you laugh anyway even if he gets hurt in the process.
7. His voice gets softer when ever you two talk.
8. You hung up on him. He called you back.
9. You were invited by him to a group outing.
10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.
11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do laugh PRETTY LOUD. Which makes you laugh even harder...
12. He remembers little things you mention in casual conversation.
13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes..
14. He uses every possible way to touch you (your hair, face, thighs, KNEES,ect.)