There used to be a sun hanging there

Summer’s done. Almost everyday now, there is rain. Not that I am complaining, I do welcome the rain, really, same way as I welcome the summer’s heat. I am quite good at it, loving what most people hate - the weather. haha!

I wasn’t able to play AS last weekend (two weekends already) since I am in Pampanga. But I do did check the game photos for that day and boy they are soaking wet in the rain, mud all around and they are having a grand time. I never really tried playing it out in the rain, I choose my battle, and rain is not part of it. Hey don’t get me wrong, I love the rain, I thrive on it... but not with Veronica on my hands.

Haha!. Payong... payong kayo dyan!

It'll Wait

Saturday just knocked on my door a few minutes ago.  This usually mean that later on I am going out with Veronica for a trip at the Camp along with whoever is willing to join.  Not this time though.  Later on, I'll be driving and greeting the sun going to Pampanga along with Irene and my m&m.  Pampanga is the next best thing besides Ilocos.  You know what I love about the fact that we always go to Pampanga? Many things.

The NLEX is so nice to drive on. Travel time is a relaxing one hour and a half. I always get to have a free Frapocino Javachips courtesy of Irene dear. When you arrived, everyone is just so excited to see you.  Folks just couldn't get enough in inviting you for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner and just about for every merienda. In short, food is everywhere!

A late afternoon stroll in the field is always something Matthew is looking forward to. And soon, Mico will be joining the stroll and again, Mt. Arayat shall be a witness to this.  

Well that's all I have to say now, I am going to bed. Happy weekend people. I am gonna be all over Pampanga later.

One of the many late afternoon stroll I did with my son Matthew

I Shall Return

The question I left hanging after my very first AS game at the House of Representative was whether I am going to return for another game there or that would be it with team HORAC?

Of course, the answer was an obvious "yes, I shall return" - an answer I formulated even before the question to go back was even raised.

On my second visit to the HOR, I tagged along with the boys of DMC (aka "the cross-stitch boys) - Eric, Loloy, Janno, my brother Dhudz, Melvin and Arvin. We were then grouped with another guest team, the team from Montalban, team BANAT. Our combined forces has proven lethal to team HORAC which resulted in a total run down of the their squad in an end game scenario. It was fun though!

With that it is just rightful to say "I shall return" or I guess more proper would be, "we shall return".























Photos courtesy of Sir Storm (HORAC)
http://www.filairsoft.com/forum/showthread.php?t=29542

My Shemagh

The keffiyeh is also known as a shmagh, shemagh or yashmag, and is a traditional headdress of Arab men, made of a square of cloth ("scarf"), usually cotton, folded and wrapped in various styles around the head. It is commonly found in arid climate areas to provide protection from direct sun exposure, as well as for occasional use in protecting the mouth and eyes from blown dust and sand.

Their practicality in an arid environment explains their constant popularity with soldiers. Soldiers often wear the keffiyeh folded in half into a triangle and wrapped around the face, with the halfway point being placed over the mouth and nose, sometimes coupled with goggles, to keep sand out of the face.

The Boys are Back in Town

NorthCamp game, Sat. April 12, 2008.
Good to see those "mga dating mukha" again.

NiCe game!

The group, calling it a day.

This is Dhudz's (my younger brother, seated, in white long sleeves) 6th consecutive game of AS. And he is liking it a lot!

*photo courtesy of sir cadmus
http://cadmusg.multiply.com

And I Continue to Dance with Veronica

It was in the year 2003 that I first got a glimpse of her, in one of those early Filipino men’s magazine that you wouldn’t believe existed at those time. Lots of photos of her by photographer Albert Labrador who also wrote the featured article for that magazine. There she was with all those men around her, whom from their looks will fight it off amongst themselves just to have her. And there am I staring at her photos drooling to get my hands on her too. And the next thing I knew I was keying on my keyboard the web address of the site wherein you can contact those people managing Veronica and the likes of her. And behold! Just a few days of waiting, a friend brought Veronica to me fresh and flawless all for me to lust about. Immediately I drove home with her, it was raining hard, the road endless and the night cold. Couldn’t resist touching her… couldn’t stop holding her. And our first dance happened that night.

It didn't take long, we started to date. I introduced her to my friends who are a bit surprised and awed. Awed because of Veronica's beauty, surprised because never did they imagined me together with a thing like her. She blended in immediately with my crowd, me and Veronica danced their music, me and my friends were very glad to have her with us.

Years past and time has taken it's toll on our group. The once crowded dance floor slowly turned into an empty hall. And the sound of silence echoed within its four blank walls. But me and Veronica knew that in some other places the music we learned to danced are playing and that we have to go on with or without the group. And more than ever, we depended on each other. Dance floor after dance floor was a conquest. Veronica's beauty matured with age but her true strength stayed on to linger.

Its been five years now since our first dance, and man, what a run it has been. Along the way we were able to meet new friends, renewed old acquaintances, discovered unfound places and learned some daring steps. We could have stopped along with the group who is in hiatus but the call of the dance floor is just too tempting to just even think of fading out. And yes, their will be a time when me and Veronica will call it quits. And that is unavoidable, something you really can't scape from. But until then, as long as i can still move both of my feet forward, as long as I can still feel and hear the sweet sounds of the AEG's, as long as there is a space to move around, I will continue to dance with my Veronica.














me and Veronica