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HedCen is once again participating in anpther RIFA tournament. And now, it’s been held this summertime.

We had two games yesterday: one was against the girls who were competing in the Dana Cup and the other was against Miriam. To say everyone was tired is a big understatement because we played with exactly nine players and no subs to top it off. Plus the fact that Marsha and Riana were in the opposing team because they were playing with the Dana Cup girls. But after practically an hour of playing with them, we tied the game with a 1-1 score, Mary Rose scoring the goal and Apaule and I supporting her. Partida na nga lang because we had no subs and our team captain was in the other team. And their goal was a tsamba pa. But hey! It just shows that we don’t count on Marsha to win. Mary Rose and I are doing the 1-2 passes that Coach Juaqui taught us and it does work.

The second game was less more harrowing than the first. We won it, 4-0, 2 goals apiece for Mary Rose and I.

Coach Juaqui’s rigorous training helps a lot. Mind you, without it we wouldn’t have been able to last an hour without gasping for breath already. And jogging for 25 minutes without walking had shown its pros yesterday. So kids, enroll now in Coach Juaqui’s summer soccer training where you meet new friends, learn more techniques and improve your skills. Tried and tested, 100% effective!

O Fortuna

Composed by: Carl Orff

Sung by: Carmina Burana 

O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

A not-so-creepy song. Heard it while watching a Resident Evil 4 trailer. Nothing in the scare factor level of Cradle of Filth’s Dinner at Deviant’s Palace where they sing the Lord’s Prayer backwards. Even though I haven’t heard it yet, I kinda got the gist of it when I made Mariel listen to it and boy, she was scared (mind you, she doesn’t get scared easily; she’s probably as immune to scary stuff as me).

HANGING BY A MOMENT
By: LifeHouse
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer to where I started
Chasing after you

Chorus:
I’m falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I’ve held onto
I’m standing here until you make me move
I’m hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I’m lacking
Completely incomplete
I’ll take your invitation
You take all of me now

Repeat Chorus

I’m living for the only thing I know
I’m running and I crash sure where to go
And I don’t know what I’m divin’ into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

There is nothing else to lose
There is nothing else to find
There is nothing in the world
That could change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer to where I started
Chasing after you

Repeat Chorus

I’m living for the only thing I know
I’m running and not quite sure where to go
I don’t know what I’m diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment here with you
Hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment here with you

I somehow stumbled upon this song while checking out some manga pictures of Bleach. It’s okay, I suppose. No comment ’bout it. It just…is.

So here’s Hanging By A Moment by Lifehouse.

No seriously, this post is not filed under “Random Thoughts” for no reason.

The soccer training has been proven to test my capability to adapt to new situations namely: waking up early. Since last week, the schedule has been changed from seven to nine-thirty to six to nine or nine-thirty. I don’t have a problem with playing soccer for THREE! hours. Nope. I’m not joking. I honestly don’t have a problem with it. It’s just that… I can’t wake up early, for crying out loud! The service arrives at six (I know the training’s at six and you probably think the service picking me up at six is irrational, and let me tell you, yes it is, we have never arrived on time for soccer training) and sometimes I wake up half an hour till Mang Elmer (bus driver) comes. So in thirty minutes, I try to get as ready as possible and that inludes the whole package: eating, taking a bath, dressing up, etc. Then I’d hear the beeping sound of a vehicle reversing and TADA! - the impossibly early and perfectly punctual service arrives.

This week, most of the people attending the training were highschoolers. The other kids went to Iloilo for a soccer competition and that includes the golden trio (cough ArvinSkieMiguel cough) who never missed the chance to give me a dose of their affectionate nicknames namely “Marie” or “Marilou” or, for God’s sake, even “Arielle”. It’s quite funny, actually. They’d rope in more of their buddies after some time of pointless arguing like the Condat twins and Allen Adeva to annoy me. And then we’d be really noisy when Mary Rose, Angelo and Troy would join in, suddenly lapsing into some random tirade of television channels.

Anyhow, the past week has not been as busy as the previous weeks for me. I mean, c’mon! The only I was doing those days were:

Eat

Sleep

Soccer

Eat

Sleep

Soccer

Plus a few interjections of household chores and alas, that’s what has become of my summer. Catch my drift?  But let’s look at the bright side. A cousin of mine has been helping out lately and she removed the burden of washing the dishes from me. I still do the laundry when it comes to my soccer gear but not doing the dishes anymore has greatly helped me relax. Three hours of intensive soccer training was never my forte.

Aha! Some good news to tell you! I’ve finally finished doing the last level of Kumon Reading. Done with 200 pages of torture!!! But I still have to wait for it to be checked before I take the Achievement Test and finish my agony once and for all. But I think there’s still something to do after finishing Level L? Yeah. They have to send my L worksheets to be checked again by the biggies of Kumon Reading to see if I can indeed rightfully move on and finish the Reading Program. Only then can I take the final test which will determine whether I pass or fail Kumon Reading. Oh well, wish me luck!

 (The only part in this post worthy to be filed under Extracurricular Activities - Kumon is the last paragraph )

(*Note: I censored those words which might appear as offensive to some people.)

Passive

A Perfect Circle

“Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me,”
Maybe you’re better off this way

Passive aggressive bull****

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