change...

...be it for better or worse is wont to meet an opposition of some kind.
Is it cowardice? fear of the unknown? or is this just an 'iska' cultural tendency to challenge power?
To assume the worst is but human. Though pessimistic it may seem, it has some merits that needs consideration. Not only does it prepare the psyche for the worst case scenario (now where did i hear this last? sheesh!!!), but it makes the job easier too.
To bitch and rant is an option but soccer is an even better sink. It does the trick fairly well without the downside of looking pathetic.
Whatever the future may hold, well it is best to keep mum about stuff and just make things happen.

'nice defense'

...coming from gary is noteworthy...especially when compliments like this one are hard to come by anymore. admittedly, i could be the worst goalie there would be if i choose to make a carreer out of it...blame it on the numerous and painfully memorable injuries the flying ball has inflicted on me through the course of my playing soccer. i've had my moments though. like tonight, i might have been hysterical to find the ball going my way many times but once i got the hang of it, i managed to keep the ball away from the goalpost and earned that 'nice defense' comment. of course, it helped that i made two goals for the team early on in the game.

keepsake

this is what my artistic inclines has managed to create in such a short notice. i added a note which said "when you see these things, think of me". well, what do we have here? naruto, cat, superman, charcoal drawing, lfc logo (football), and apo island rock formation. actually, this lacks one thing which i think i am most famous for, coffee. i have quite a rep; like one who consumes the most number of cups in a day. thankfully, my gastrointestinal walls are wonderfully made that it had withstood the caffeine and acid overload this far. this is for charry by the way, who's transferring to another department in a week's time. well, all the best to us!

as for me, i think i'll better pack up and get my own soccer scrapbook started. It's been ages since i last took a look at the materials. Time to make a go at it while the muse seems up to doing it.

if looks could melt...

...the slavic cat would have been reduced into a goo before he's even through with his BBQ. what business had he sitting on the same table and giving the ogler an unobstructive view of his eccentric table manners? well, cats are omnivorous (the domesticated ones i know...like bjork) but this cat in question seems to favor fruits as evidenced by his two servings of watermelon for dessert which, sigh, took him forever to finish. trivia: he ate the tropical fruit without removing the seeds first.

indulgence...

is one destructive force which i should have been familiar with already. but as foolish as i am, i kept forgetting the consequences of its domination and suffer them time and again. monday started not too good with my finding my laundry smelling foul already (after having been soaked in soapy water for three days already), the coffee vending machine out of service, the brewed one not too strong enough to keep me awake, and starting something without finishing it. i want to go home now but there's still one issue to settle before i can evaporate from here without appearing more delinquent than i already am. but i guess this is to be expected especially from a sloth filled weekend...so don't wail now.

that name...

...whether casually or intentionally mentioned, opens up a well of emotion that when left unchecked can be terribly embarrassing to say the least. the distance and the time apparently weren't sufficient to make the brainless heart forget or separate fact from fiction. not only it is difficult to keep a straight face in the circumstance, there is very little that can undo the involuntary reaction of ending up beet red. more than embarrassing, being caught in such a state is unspeakable.

toast to a new beginning

to see a friend's face brighten up with unfathomable happiness makes all the difference. even if it meant crossing seas and mountains, to stand witness at this once in lifetime event is all worth it.

an alternate getaway

it's mindboggling why the heat seems so unbearable when you're at home while nobody seems to mind it when at the beach? hmmm! after church today, i felt nauseous while under the shade of a tree waiting for a tricycle to pass my way. the pain between my eyes nearly made me throw up as if it would somehow alleviate the discomfort that i was feeling which i can attribute to nothing else but the stifling summer heat. it was a spur of the moment thought. coming here, i mean (you know where 'here' is). and it's worth every second of it. time to leave and face reality again.