This has got to stop!

I just realized that I've bought way too much stuff this month! Let's see...I bought me two dresses (one of which I'm wearing now), a bikini, a sports bra, two bags (but one was at a garage sale so it was cheap...nag-justify pa talaga!), pillowcases which I can't even use yet...plus I'm spending on two upcoming trips! Aaah!

The bad part is there are still some other things that I wanna buy! Sigh. I'm going to try to get rid of something for every new thing that I buy. Or maybe I should quit spending money like it grows on trees. (Come to think of it, that's not a very good metaphor now considering there are much fewer trees now. And I'm way past the age of tree-climbing. Effort kaya 'yon!)

Riiight.

And to think I never even thought of myself as a shopper.

It's one of those days when I am just so madly, blissfully in love. My insides are so restless, it feels like they're about to burst. I just want to be near him, to touch him, to see him look at me, to laugh at his silly jokes, to run my fingers over the stubble on his chin, to smell his neck, to rest my head on his chest. He makes me so happy, it seems impossible. And to think it's been seven years.

I want a cookie

I can't believe I'm so pressured to live an exciting life just so I'll have something to blog about. I miss blogging because I want to. I miss blogging because there's something worth writing about.

I'm just ranting because my life has been so boring. Haha. I was supposed to go to some event last night but that didn't push through. And was supposed to take a break and meet up with some people tonight...but because of that Makati explosion and the horrendous sale-day traffic in Ortigas, I decided against it.

Cookieeee...

Smells like bad spirit

Honestly, all this talk about the ultimate "Spirit of the game" sounded kind of loopy to me before. Up until two weeks ago, when my team first played at an honest-to-goodness Philippine Ultimate Association tournament, I kind of thought the whole idea was a little too New Age-y for me.

That is, until, I witnessed what bad spirit is all about. (Well, OK, I witnessed it two years ago at the office sportsfest, but let's not get into that...)

Yesterday, we competed at Day 2 of the said tournament. We didn't win at all (olats! Haha)--we just so weren't in the mood to play, particularly the MC4 players who had achieved their goal of beating their blood rivals the night before. It was a battle that was two years in the making, so was incredibly happy for them.

So anyway, two of our games were fine, but man, in one game, you could see the other team's claws come out! First of all, they expected the game to be a walk in the park, making no secret of the fact they expected to score 11-0, with us on the nil side. The first sign that this was a team I wouldn't really like was when the girl I was guarding let out a very Nelson-like "Ha-ha" when they scored the first point! WTF?

And then there was their half-naked captain. He kept yelling things to his teammates like, "Bato lang kayo nang bato, wala namang depensa ang mga 'yan!" Or, when we'd score, he'd reprimand his teammates with a, "Akala ko ba gusto niyo mag-11?" Geeeeez. Calm down, dude. It got so annoying that we'd super celebrate every time we'd score because we knew he took each point as a personal insult. Haha. Our response was just to have fun! The funny thing was, this was supposedly the best team we were going to play against that day, but we scored more against them than the two other teams.

At the end of it, the people who were watching but weren't keeping track of the score thought that we had won. "Ang saya niyo kasi eh!" they said. So we lost all three games, but we still had a really good time. Good spirit saved us all!

OK, it's been a few days. I'm done grieving. I think. (Unlike last year's loss, when I was grieving until this friggin' season started! I truly believed that that season was ours. Oh well.)

It was a valiant effort, but my beloved Boys in Blue just didn't pull through. My heart bled, but after the initial jolt of pain and disappointment, I've become hopeful. There is next year. And it looks promising.

Hey, win or lose, right? I thank the team for a good season. It was shorter than I had hoped, but it was a good season nonetheless. 'Til next year!