now that my plans of academically going to the Big Dome this week were jeopardized last Friday, im thinking of scouring Quiapo to save my well-being in my Journ subject



DEFINITION OF TERMS:


1. “plans of academically going to the Big Dome this week”



the prelim test in Journalism is to take the form of a feature article protagonizing some plain jane’s amazingness. to be passed monday next week

knowing no one that groundbreaker within my daily life, idecided to set my sights on that thing ishow reasonable writing skills in: my pba basketball team

(cmon, even the gorgeous professor appreciated my work about them! you should start feeling the same too!)

iwas not thinking of interviewing any of the players though. it wouldnt be nice to reminisce over a conversation that had me stuttering and faking laughters just to cover my girly feelings for them

theres this big, fat, black guy that attends every araneta game of the pba, especially ginebra. multiply me by a million times and youll probably get him

ihavent seen anyone take off their shirt and wave it in circles over their head just to diss the opposing fans. not even in the nba. idont think you have too, either

once, when our team’s backup center took a point blank shot and missed, hell, the fat guy exploded and cursed him. a lot of us fans simultaneously did the same too but we got overwhelmed by one man

he does a huge belly dance everytime there’s a timeout and the momentum’s on our side. its not erotic but us taga-barangays always get horny




2. “were jeopardized last Friday”

ginebra though would still be inactive for atleast seven more days

the teams that will play this week, before that Friday night im talking about, will consist at the very least of my three hatest teams on the league

there is no way iwill pay P90 or something just to see my chest’s thorns play and try to end the night happy (only ginebra deserves that, ahem)

Friday night was the game for the last spot in the quarterfinals, meaning the games for this week (non-sports enthusiasts, are you still getting me? gad, what a sweat it is to share your passion with the plainest technicality possible!)

Air21 versus StaLucia. the former being my 2nd favorite, the latter being my 4th hatest

if air21 wins, atleast ill have one team in the araneta ican cheer for, negating some of that P90 bitterness, plus a chance to interview mister-arvee-gone-crazy

it was the first non-ginebra game in my life that i ginebracally enjoyed

however, (saving you from all the other technicalities ifuckingly loved during the game) air21 lost. pft. the fans must have been so terribly sad

now, my four annoyances in the ass have gathered in the quarterfinals. im boycotting ABC5 this week

looks like ill be bonding with my fat alter-ego another time




3. “im thinking of scouring Quiapo”

Quiapo's like my third home already. lots of housemates ican approach for help. there are vendors, prayer peddlers, pirates, fortune tellers, and well, ahem, prostitutes

im particularly interested with that last one

eh, imean the second to the last!

ive always contemplated in the past, during my cheesy i-so-want-to-die-god! times, that before icommit suicide, imust have the chance to consult my tarot-oriented future atleast once

im not thinking of death right now, not that ginebra’s got their pinkies in the trophy and my lovelife a bit smiling

what the cards have to say about me, though, istill am genuinely interested in

the only problem now is the price and the best psychic to approach there. from their banners, they all have been sent by Yahweh himself




4. “save my well-being in my journ subject”

not that icare about what he thinks about me. since the second he stepped in the doorway, my middle finger’s always had the hots for sex symbol

but iadmit that the guy IS good, not as good as paita or funny as betty, but a born writer still

gawd, just writing that last line’s causing me to lose consciousness