For my fellow Eagles I just had to bring you this bit of news! My mom has been organizing events for PAGCOR (Philippine Gaming Commission). Although she's not organizing this specific event, she's excited about it. PAGCOR will be holding a Texas Hold'Em Poker Challenge strictly for Ateneo and La Salle! I don't have the details yet but anybody from those schools can join. They couldn't tag it as Ateneo vs. La Salle probably because the schools didn't want to be associated with any gambling event. Thus, it's simply called BLUE VS GREEN.
To all interested, watch out for the details. I don't know if I'm joining coz I'm not too confident yet playing with "older" people. And the buy-in will probably be bigger than I could afford.
Shuffle up and deal!!!
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Sorry guys... apparently it's by invitation only. Shucks!
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
HIDE & SEEK by Imogen Heap
I heard this song while watching the last episode of the second season of The O.C. It's a beautiful song.
Gives me a feeling of wonderment... like I'm floating. It's a totally different experience.
Thus, I share to you one of my favorite songs by Imogen Heap.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need?
And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
I can eat Smores now.
I think I can have Pho Hoa soon too.
I can listen to Kai songs without holding my breathe.
Gives me a feeling of wonderment... like I'm floating. It's a totally different experience.
Thus, I share to you one of my favorite songs by Imogen Heap.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need?
And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
I can eat Smores now.
I think I can have Pho Hoa soon too.
I can listen to Kai songs without holding my breathe.
Kabloom!
My poor car.
Left side mirror flew forward.
She's wounded (cars are supposed to be girls right?!) .
Got raped by a ten-wheeler truck.
Enjoyed watching my mother torment and threaten the driver and the owner of the truck after they gave us a hard time. They wouldn't talk to us. All we wanted was a police report for the insurance. They kept on insisting it was my fault. It wasn't!!! The pictures will prove that. Thank God for digi-cam.
Now I have to buy a new side mirror. The big scratch on the fender will have to wait.
Damn truck drivers! Hate them!
Love driving the Camry though. It's my car for the meantime.
Left side mirror flew forward.
She's wounded (cars are supposed to be girls right?!) .
Got raped by a ten-wheeler truck.
Enjoyed watching my mother torment and threaten the driver and the owner of the truck after they gave us a hard time. They wouldn't talk to us. All we wanted was a police report for the insurance. They kept on insisting it was my fault. It wasn't!!! The pictures will prove that. Thank God for digi-cam.
Now I have to buy a new side mirror. The big scratch on the fender will have to wait.
Damn truck drivers! Hate them!
Love driving the Camry though. It's my car for the meantime.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
4...3...2...1
Hay salamat! Tapos na! All the hoopala during holidays can really stress me out. I mean, between parties with all my friends (parties with high school classmates, college friends, orgmates, mba friends, and other friends...) and trying to adjust in my new job, I need another holiday.
I don't really know how to greet the new year. Partly with anticipation but mostly with trepidation. After all I've actually experienced, and not just realized, that life is really full of surprises. That things don't happen the way you've planned them. So, what do I expect this 2006? More surprises for sure. But I'm taking it one day at a time. Enough of planning too far ahead (like getting married and having children). Maybe just take it as far as next friday's dinner date. I'll only get frustrated and try to tear my hair out again. I have to admit though that I still feel restless sometimes. The bug that makes me yearn to pack up my things and see the world still stings once in awhile but I think I have better control of it now. So far there's no need to run away and hide anymore.
Well... let me say happy new year to all... Reset. Restart. Make the most out of it.
I don't really know how to greet the new year. Partly with anticipation but mostly with trepidation. After all I've actually experienced, and not just realized, that life is really full of surprises. That things don't happen the way you've planned them. So, what do I expect this 2006? More surprises for sure. But I'm taking it one day at a time. Enough of planning too far ahead (like getting married and having children). Maybe just take it as far as next friday's dinner date. I'll only get frustrated and try to tear my hair out again. I have to admit though that I still feel restless sometimes. The bug that makes me yearn to pack up my things and see the world still stings once in awhile but I think I have better control of it now. So far there's no need to run away and hide anymore.
Well... let me say happy new year to all... Reset. Restart. Make the most out of it.
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