Ice Carvings

yesterday marked the return leg of my last trip as "the guy" for south luzon. Fittingly, a buddy mentioned as we were parting that i first met him during Parada ng Lechon and I was saying goodbye 3 paradas later. I felt sad but managed to smile, but then i could've sworn i heard him mutter " Who cares ?" as he turned around... As we traversed the length and breadth of the asphalt, i tried to gather sweet memories of my short stint here at the provinces that i brazenly adopted as my own, only to be paranoid that the residents were really anxious to see me go. I tried to retrieve from my memory palace the favorite activities and get-togethers that we did in behalf of the name we carried. Strangely, all i got were moments of pure embarrassment (for both yourself and the name you carried) by falling asleep or puking at the most inopportune time (or person). Blame the long travel. I tried to cram into my mind the thousands and thousands of kilometers or roads that le

... I can't. --- Please forget the words that I just blurted out. It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt. It keeps rattling my cage, and there's nothing in this world will keep it down. Even though I might, even though I try, I can't Even though I might, even though I try, I can't. So many things that keep, that keep me underground. So many words that I, that I can never find. If you give up on me now, I'll be gutted like I've never been before. Even though I might, even though I try, I can't Even though I might, even though I try, I can't. If you give up on me now, I'll be gutted like I've never been before. Even though I might, even though I try, I can't Even though I might, even though I try, I can't. - Radiohead, I Can't --- More importantly, i guess i shouldn't. I don't know. I'm adding a year to my grand total pretty soon and i feel as confused as the day i was born...

Asked yet again to choose between Boston and Los Angeles to win it all this year, i resolve with all finality to stay away from the NBA Finals. I hate both teams. I'm not sure which one i hate more. Just because I temporarily switch allegiance to some other team (Houston, Portland, and Phoenix) during playoffs where my beloved Kings didn't figure in, that doesn't mean i have to choose a side. Especially if you're stuck in a finals match between Scylla and Charybdis. One is a team that illogically embodies burning fire and team concept, despite featuring players known for being both old and egomaniacal. The other team relies too much on the heroics of a similar egomaniac (although lately he's just being projected as a stone-cold killer). Supporting cast of deferential players include my favorite endorser for crazy pills. So, no more bets. I'll gladly watch the games and maybe enjoy moments of pure sports joy, but far be it for me to cheer the last remaining pair