Year of the Tiger

The afternoon television yesterday was packed with yellow fever.  Nope, it was not election related but, soothingly, sports oriented.  Why yellow?  Well, yellow is the dominant jersey color of the Thomasian tigers.  And their two teams, male and female, cupped the UAAP Volleyball Championships, back to back.

The sensation was actually expected, 2010 being the year of the tiger. But more than that Chinese superstition, the formidable teams from UST were just swooning with talent and virtuosity in the volleyball court.  Pecano, Torres, Ramos, Ilano for the men.  Maizo, Tabaquero, Dimaculangan, Caballejo, Ortiz, Banaticla, Santiago, Curato for the women.  One day, their names would just be names in the tally record sheets.  But as of today, their names spell glory and honor for  jobs well done.  A great treat for a Thomasian like me!  Take that, FEU!  What dya say now La Salle? What?  I didn’t hear ya!  Ha ha!

Earthquake and Tidal Wave

The Chilean earthquake yesterday measured 8.8 on the Richter Scale.  That is strong enough to send tsunamis in the Pacific.  The red alerts are up and the sirens are continuously warning the inhabitants of Hawaii for possible water onslaught.  The last time Chile moved, the shockwaves hit Japan, too, I gathered.

The human kind is not even over and done with with Haiti.  Now comes another magnitude with catastrophic proportion. The message from the heavens is clear.

The Code of Silence

Omerta!  I thought that was just an Italian folly.  But look, every Greek named fraternity or sorority had adapted the tradition in their brotherhood or sisterhood.  But don’t look now, even the honors-based science organization of the UP had adapted the unbreakable code of silence.

At least that is what I gathered when I questioned my daughter how she faired in the formal interview, the culminating task they had to go through before the final rites in the org application.  I just can’t understand why my daughter had to keep secrets from me.  Gosh those orgs!  If only I could twist the heads 360 degrees, perhaps that will give them a lesson on allowing parents into their children’s lives completely.

In My Diary 24 February 2010

I am on house arrest, firstly because of the terrifying heat that seems to be casting a deathwave and secondly, because of that impending request I made to the city mayor about the rehabilitation of my fence.  I am awaiting the answer, positively, I hope.

I confine my trips to bringing and fetching the girls in school, early in the morning and late in the afternoon, when the heat is not all too burning.

And I was able to talk to mommy this morning.  She is with daddy in the nursing home.  Daddy couldn’t open his eyes anymore.  He only eats when mommy feeds him.  They almost lost him 15 Feb, when the caregivers brought him to dialysis wihout having any dinner.  That left him deathly white and cold.  But they were able to revive him.  And now mommy wouldn’t part with him.

I lit a candle for daddy. I had hoped that Jean and Tish could have visited him.  He prompted me to send the girls there. But that is not possible because of finances and school schedule. So we say our mysteries of the rosary for daddy.  Please Blessed Mother, warm my daddy with your blue mantle.  He needs it now.

The Heat is On!

If there is one thing that I refrain from doing so these days – it is tuning in to election advertisements.  Just as the crops had dried and the soil gone arid, so had the heat pervading the airwaves. It is just sickening, contagious, and possibly fatal. Cause of death – heatstroke! Beware, countrymen, of lending your ears!

From Airlifters to Bobsleighers!

I was mesmerized by figure skating.  I just fell in love with those partners from Canada and the USA who made the ice oval a comfortable dance venue for skating.  They were just so well at ease with their routines there was nothing to expect anymore except for the choreograph that tells their story.

But I was also mouth agape with the air lifters.  The snow was a wall they had to contend with.  That is hard, huh!

And the bobsleighers, hunks all and ruggedly desirable in suits and crash helmets… what show could ever be more heartstopping.  The British guy ejected from his sleigh and sustained patch ice burns on his back.  The cameramen did a good job on focusing on the muscled naked physique. Hah!

Great people, those athletes are!

Michael Schimd, Freelance Skier Par Excellence

Michael Schimd, Swiss skier, gold medalist in the Vancouver freelance event.

He outskied every other competitor in the downhill speed skiing by unleashing a faultless quick start followed by an equally flawless glide.

Great guy, that Michael is.

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