Updates and Thank You's

To everyone who has read my blog and is helping my family out, THANK YOU. May God bless you.

Here are links to some sites that have covered the story.

GMA News

Abante-Tonite

Watch the news, GMA, ABS-CBN and other stations for updates.

Now, I truly believe that there is still hope for this country. I am really overwhelmed at how people have commented and how people want to help. Please continue to do so. And PLEASE, PLEASE, continue to pray. And once again, THANK YOU.

The world has gone crazy.

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?"

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

Excited

I know , I know. I haven't blogged in a while. I don't even know why. No creative juice pumping through my veins. No nothing. I guess the only reason why I'm writing this blog is because I need something to do while my fingernails dry. Yep. :))

So, uhm, we had a SNOW day! December 5, 2007. Too bad there wasn't enough to actually play in. And, dumdumdumdum (dum is right) I ALMOST wiped out four times. Slipped on the ice. Grrr.

And this technician from UC IT said my Windows Vista is corrupted. WTF, mate.

(Ok, that was random).

Anyway, back to why I'm excited. I have my last exam tomorrow at 4:00 (I know, SO annoying) then I go to the Bakunawas (WUHOOOO) then I fly out Saturday. That's why I'm excited. I'm going home, yo!

Mark your calendars folks! December 10. I'll be in Manila. HAHAHAHA.

SO excited for the warm weather. Gives me a 3 week break from freezing my ass off here. (It's -7 today, loves. Yeah.)

Yeah well. That's all I wanted to say. See you guys. ;)

Living the Dream

This is in response to the Bambina inspired blog entries you have.
This is a Carlotai inspired entry.

Turning pro. Definitely not me for a while. But a good friend of mine. Yes, let me broadcast to the world (to those who don't read his blogs anyway). Carlos Fabregas turned pro today.

And all I could tell him was that I am SO excited for him. I was overwhelmed. Because, he is living everyone else's dream.

Including mine.

I know, I probably should have been inspired by the JRo legacy, a Filipina in the LPGA. Or the Dorothy Delasin legend. But no. Those were of different times. The circumstances are different, way, WAY different. Having someone turn pro NOW makes a lot of difference. It makes a HUGE difference for us who aspire to do the same. It makes you think that hey, it's not impossible in our time. He can do it. So can I.

He's living the dream. He's living every golfer's dream. He's living MY dream.

I wish you all the luck in the world. Be strong. Keep faith. You'll do great, Carlos. :)

Gorufu o shimasu

Today was a golf day. Haven't had one of those in a while. YES.

I was at the range from 10:03 AM to 2:23 PM (clocked in and out those times), hitting balls nonstop. I'm not kidding. NONSTOP.

I got a few things down though. I'm totally fixing my swing now.

Swing thoughtS. :)

Club face position. Feel as if it's shut on the backswing. As if my left hand is under my right.
Set up. Relax right shoulder. Should be lower than left.
Swing path. On the arc, not outside.
Grip. Stronger right hand grip. (Wow. All I've been asked to do for the longest time is to weaken it.)
Set weight shifting with left knee. Yep.
Let arm fall after setting. Extend right arm. Retain angle.
Drill. Top of the swing, shift all weight to left foot. Let hands drop (extend right arm three times) then swing through.
SYNC-ing.

That's pretty much it. Got A LOT of work to do this winter. :)

Wacko

Long weekend yo. And I didn't have any plans. Good job. Haha.

Our football team won though. Beat UCon. 27-3. UCon. (Coach Bong, if you're reading this, UCon is University of Connecticut. HAHA.) OOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOHH. OOOOOOOOOOOOH. *claps 4 times* UC!

And yeah, the coolest cheer ever.

"Everybody knows, UCon blows!"

Good job. :))

There was this person (who probably drank too much) who puked all over three rows of the Nippert Stadium (our football stadium). Disgusting. Right behind us, too. *puke*

Well, I went with Merb, her boyfriend Jason and a couple of their friends to the movies. Finally got to Newport. FINALLY. Haha. But on the way, Jason actually exercised his lack of common sense (and evidently a bit of his drunkenness) through his questions.

Jason: How old are you, Bambee?
Bambee: I think you know how old I am. (I thought he did, too, because I mean, it was such a big deal for people and I thought Merb would've mentioned it or what)
Merb: She's only 17.
Jason: Huh?! How did that happen? Do you have longer birthdays in the Philippines? Do you have 400 days in a year there?

=)) (Oh man. That was probably the most stupid question anyone as ever asked me.)

Back in the apartment he put a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade in front of me, insisting that I drink it. I didn't.

Jason: Oh man. I shouldn't have offered you that Mike's Hard. You're underage underage!!!

Yeah, I know. :

And by the way, he kept defending his 400 days in a year question all through the night. He said it was a legitimate question. Uhmmm...NOOOOOO!!! :))

On the way back from the movies, Jason asked some questions again.

Jason: How did you get your citizenship?
Bambee: I'm not an American citizen. It'll take a while before I get one, if I ever do.
Jason: Oh, so you're an ILLEGAL ALIEN!!!
Merb: She's not illegal. She's got a visa. Oh my God, Jason, stop talking!

=))

Sunday was a SLEEP ALL DAY day. Haha. YESSSS. Wake up at 12:00. Have breakfast. Pretty much watch movies the whole afternoon then go to bed. ;)

BUM day in other words. Haha.

Workout

I'm going to start this blog by describing how I've been feeling for the past few days. Homesick. And well, working out doesn't really help. I kind of compare how we work out here to how we do it back home (though I didn't really do much of that). There are still times when I wish that I was working out with my old teammates, just cracking jokes every now and then to make our early (5:00 am) workouts more lively and our afternoon (5:00 pm) workouts less tiring. I just miss them SO much. I miss our little "gym" in Montecito. I miss Coach Jojo. I miss everyone. :'(

So, workouts. We don't do much heavy lifting. And I say this compared to the other sports. I mean, in my opinion, some of the things we lift are quite heavy, but seeing how the soccer boys work out and how the baseball boys work out just makes the weights we lift look (I should say feel, but not really) TINY.

We first do warm-ups that consist of lunges, high knees, butt kicks, knee pulls front and back, shuffles and sprints down the track. Then we do bench squats or no bench squats with the 45 pound bar, with 5, 10 and 15 pound weights on it. Then we do the bar on the platform. And let me just describe this. It is a 45 pound bar (no weights. PLEASE! Haha.) that we do 6 sets of 6 of each of the following: shrugs (just pull shoulders up, which isn't so bad), high pulls (pull 45 pound bar up to chin with elbows at the height of your head), push cleans (pull bar up and turn wrist, causing the bar to sit on your wrist facing up, at the height of your shoulders), SDLs (or something like that, which aren't so bad either) and lift the bar thing (I forgot what it was called, but it isn't so bad). The high pulls and the push cleans are DAMNED hard. But the push cleans just suck. I swear, I feel like my wrist breaks every time I do it. : Then we do laterals with weights and front ones (I don't know what it's called). Sometimes we have abs work, sometimes we do the machines. Plus 10-15 minute CARDIO on ellipticals or bikes.

It's not so bad, except the first time I did the bar on the platform I developed a muscle knot on my left shoulder, and I couldn't turn. :))

Well, we do it with the boys, and this is another thing that makes me miss Montecito more. Our boys are shrimps (with the exception of Blake, and maybe Nick and Jared). They actually carry the same weight we do. It's kind of funny, and annoying. Haha.

Alberto (the lone Spaniard on the team, lone international on the mens' team) actually steals the 10 pound weight from us (girls) so some of us do 12.5 or something. It's hilarious. Just this morning, he walked by us after doing the laterals with the squats, and he says "Alberto's shoulder is fucked up." With 10 pounds. Aw, come on. :))

I swear, I think Kane actually fell over with the laterals + squats. Can't get any shrimpier than him. :))

Well, the baseball boys were working out next to us, with another trainer, and they were carrying 95 pounds on EACH arms and walking 30 yards down the turf. Back and forth. OH MY GOD. I felt SO bad for them. They were carrying 3/4 of MY body weight with one hand. It was just INSANE. And they get to rest for like every ten yards, so they drop the weights, and I think one of them dropped it on his foot. It's sad. Poor them. :(

And we have one of these sessions again tomorrow morning. Grrr. Gotta sleep. Peace. <3

Halloween

There's this one guy we passed on the way to the Sigma Kai party that said "Halloween is just an excuse for girls to dress like sluts."

Emily (on the golf team last year), who was with us, gave a resounding "YES!" to complement her referee costume that showed 3/4 of her massive boobs and a skirt that was right around 4 inches long. 4 inches. I'm not kidding.

I wasn't on that bandwagon, though. I was a rugby player (it was last minute! Like we dressed up 45 minutes before we left, and I didn't have a costume. At all.) and I was the most conservative of ALL costumes in the whole world. :))

Guys (from back home) would freak if they saw what the girls wore for Halloween. Oh my God. They barely concealed any of their skin, and it wasn't exactly hot and humid outside. Mya (on the golf team last year as well) wore a baseball outfit not far from Emily's referee costume (although in chest size Emily rules by far). Other girls were wearing bras and panties. Others wore bras and lady boxers, claiming they were Victoria Secret models. Other people wore coats over nothing else except a bra that pushed their boobs with such intensity you would think they were fake.

Guys loved the Halloween theme too. Some dressed up as cows (Andy! Haha.), others as a bananas, and well, the most shocking could be dressing up as a penis. Yeah, someone did. One of Ryan's (Hillery's boyfriend) friends. It was SO funny though. I know someone who dressed up as a "To Women, From God". God's gift to women. That was so funny.

Anyway, compared to Halloween back home, they are ALL OUT here. Like totally. I think I stopped dressing up for Halloween when I was 10. Haha.

Halloween is fun. I swear, I am so thinking about my costume for next year. :)

Starstruck

Okay. I can think of no other word to describe my experience today. It's not really "starstruck-ness", because stars weren't actually present. No important golfers like Lorena Ochoa, or Annika Sorenstam, or even Michelle Wie (who I pity and I hope is doing well in Stanford). But it was Pine Needles. The site of the U.S. Women's Open 2007. We played Pine Needles.

Oh my God. I was SO excited.

I am not kidding. Like, SO excited.

I mean, it just feels so nice to actually play the golf course that we worked so hard (walked so far) to get a glimpse of. I mean, they were so many people then. I didn't get to actually see the course up close and personal (what the ef? Oh well.) and today I was able to. It was 6, 750 fuckin' yards though. I had like driver, 3 wood off most par 4s, and at some I even end up 40 yards short (this was the 17th hole, which is 461 fuckin' yards). And I got to play it. Got to hit balls at the driving range where the pros themselves actually hit balls. (I stole two, though. Just because they had Pine Needles on them haha. I know. I'm obsessed.)

It was just SO nice. Hopefully it's a blast from the future. Oh my God. I hope it is. :D

Anyway, it was just sad that I have a kind of lump thing on my shoulder. A muscle knot, I guess. You can see it, and well, feel it. It actually hurts when I set up. And well, duh, I can barely turn. Oh well. Kate, my Aussie teammate, is gonna give me a DEEP MASSAAAAAAAGE. I'm SO looking forward to it.

Haha. I just liked this. I was chatting with Coach Bong on YM, and we were talking about my putting. (Nak, I know. Seriously, we were.) And he said not to focus too much on the mechanics, and focus on feel. Well, I said I still am a feel putter, that's why I can't teach putting to anyone. I can't explain feel. And he gave the best explanation of feel that I've ever heard.

"It's what goes on inside your head...from pre-shot to post shot...that's feel...It's inside the head, then goes to the hands..."

It's a good thought. Because if you had asked me, I would say "feel" and never get you to understand it.

By the way. I learned a new word, I mean phrase, today. DFL. Dead Fucking Last. HAHA.

:)

I feel like shit.

I don't know. This week has been a tad bit hard. I had two midterms, one yesterday (for Finite Math that I took in advance because I will be gone on Tuesday, and that's when it will be given) and the other this afternoon for my Management Skills Practicum class. I am tired.

I don't feel so good. I'm tired. I wanted to unwind. My roommates and I were planning on watching a movie and going to a haunted boat somewhere. But no. Transpo difficulties. SO yeah. Looks like I'm not unwinding tonight. :(

Also, I saw Kuya Carlo (Mia's brother) today. And I thought it was going to make me feel better. I did enjoy walking around campus with him and talking to him and all that. But...it just made me feel so homesick.

I don't feel so good.

Goddamn. I feel like shit.

Aha

Right. Our football team lost again, to the Panthers. It was a huge upset, 24-17. Oh man. Now I don't know what they did wrong. But if I find out they did the same stupidity that they showed us during the Louisville game... Haha. I can't do anything about it anyway.

6-2, dammit.

And here I was all happy the South Florida (Sorry, Mau!) lost to the Rutgers, therefore having the same status as us, 6-1. Then we go lose our match. Aww. :(

Sad. Oh well. Next game.

Nearly died last night...?

I don't know what else to call this blog entry. But, well, yeah, I guess I "nearly died" on two occasions. First, right around 11PM, as I was about to go to sleep, a thought suddenly hit me so hard I was panicking. I haven't cleaned my clubs or marked my golf balls. I have a tournament today, and I haven't done anything to prepare for it. I have 15 clubs in my golf bag, and so I had to remove one. I was cleaning my four wedges, then SUDDENLY I wasn't cleaning four. I was missing my 56 degrees! OM. Of all my wedges, I was missing the one I used the most (hence the bronze markings indicating ball contact). I was panicking! I was running around the room, because I could have sworn that I was cleaning it right before. I had thoughts like "Did I leave it at the golf ranch?" That would have been crap. I was nearly crying.

My teammate slash roommate Jenny comes out of the shower, and I ask her if she had any idea where my wedge was. She was like "Uhmm, I think Paige took it..." because I guess I was nearly crying then. I was like, "She probably did." So I went to the next room (where they were hanging out) at absolutely pleaded at Paige. She did heed my plea, laughing boisterously, though, and gave me my wedge which she hid under her blankets. WAAAH. That just wasn't nice.

Then at around 12 midnight, we hear thunder SO bad it was like it was going haywire. Jenny told me to open the blinds so we could see, and there was lightning alright, and...and HAIL! OM. There was a storm coming! WE WERE UNDER A TORNADO WARNING!!! What made it worse was there was a siren, and everyone from Schneider Hall (the dorm beside ours) was running down the stairs towards their lobby. We ran to the next room, all panicking (I was barefoot) and asked what we should do. Well, we came to the conclusion that we shouldn't leave (and go under the freakin' storm) but Steph was freakin' out. She was making me freak out. But it was funny. We were all trying to contact our parents and friends, and I couldn't connect with the effin' phonecard. HAHA. Oh well.

I got a bit scared, though, and the presence of a fire truck (I know, what the hell?) nearby didn't help settle my nerves. Then I decided to sleep because I was really tired anyway. I told Jenny to wake me up when we're dying. Haha.

I am still alive today, so Turner Hall, even without it's tornado safe zones, actually kept us safe. (Okay, I am exaggerating, it wasn't that harsh)

:)

Crap

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!
By the way, we lost to Louisville (of all effin' schools!).

6-1, because we didn't make a 2 yard touchdown. With 2 tries. Goddamn.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Encounters

I have told people about this, but anyway, now I'm telling everyone who would click my stat for this link. Haha. These are just funny and CREEPY encounters that I have had for the past month that I've resided in the University of Cincinnati.

You judge. I swear, I get freaked out after every single one.

My Placement Test Proctor

So, I went to the University Pavilion with Mike Davis (aww, I miss him) to take my placement tests for Math and English. So, he introduced me to a good number of people who passed me around to other people and so I ended up with this guy who seems fairly young (probably around 20 or something) and he proctored my tests. So I took the one on the computer (which was Math, OOOOH SOOO FRUSTRATING) and then for English on paper. So, while I was doing the English part, he was right beside me, watching me, being an actual proctor.
Then I handed him my paper. And he goes...

Guy: Hey. There's something I really have to tell you.
Me: *gulps nervously* Whaat?
Guy: You are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to lose track of you.
Me : *so disgusted but inwardly so*
Guy: *gives me his calling card* I would really like to take you out sometime.
Me: *smiles then shakes my head*

So...I walk back to my dorm. And I see him again, riding a bike right where I was walking.

Guy: Ooh, so you're following me now?

Uuuuhhhh...

I've had a lot of them actually. But I will tell you only the ones that I remember, and then when I get the urge to I'll blog the rest. Haha. :)

Elevator Guy

I was on my way to class or lunch (I forgot) from study tables so I got into the elevator. This guy comes in on the 4th floor, and he asks...

Guy: Do you work here?
Me: Uhhh...no.
Guy: Are you a student?
Me: Yeahhh...
Guy: What's your name?
Me: *awkwardly* It's Bambee.
Guy: Bambee...hmmm.. do you have a boyfriend?
Me: (stupidly) No. (and I so regretted saying that)
Guy: Can I take you out some time?
*elevator door opens THANKFULLY*
Me: *smiles and shakes my head, then goes out*

I am SO stupid. =))

Stairs Guy

I was sitting by the window waiting for our elevator in the lobby of Turner Hall when this guy suddenly comes out of the stairwell followed by this other guy. And so they walked passed me, not minding me, when the second guy comes back from being like 10 yards away. He approaches me and then asks my name and talks to me. OK. I guess I'm worth a double take then. :))

Courtney (Corny) Guy

Well, I was walking back to study tables from my meeting with my college advisor in the College of Business, and well, I walk past this guy and he stops and walks with me with the corniest pick up lines. HAHA.

Guy: Hey. You're too sexy to be walking alone...What's your name?
Me: Bambee. *we shake hands*
Guy: Bambee...? Hmm. What does that mean?
Me: Nothing...
Guy: The cutest girl in the world?
Me: *I had to do everything to keep from rolling my eyes, so I managed a smile*
Guy: I'm Courtney. What's your major?
Me: Undecided in Business.
Guy: I'm in Real Estate. *then he shakes my hand again* I hope I see you around.

Uuuuhhhh...That kind of reminded me of Gene. :))

Well, this is it. I'm too tired and too sleepy to go on. :D

Homecoming weekend: Friday

Well, I had time to bum around in the morning. I didn't do anything until right around 10:30 because I had finished all my study table hours (hurray!) for the week (it's 8 hours EVERY week), and I didn't have class until 12. All I did was like run around the room and eat (therefore cancelling whatever I lost running laps the night before at 10:30 PM :P). Got ready for class, printed off my MSP homework (again) and went to class. I officially met my learning community then. That was just like the 2nd Friday class that I've attended since the start of the year. :))

Had Japanese, then Biology. I was done at 4 and couldn't practice because I had to go to dinner with our recruit, Alex Bell. And that wasn't until 6, but it would have been such a hassle. Anyway, I stayed in the dorm room and uploaded pictures (so go to my Multiply! haha). Talked with Jared the whole time. Haha. He was convincing me to go to the Rec Center with him and work out (and I was too effin' lazy). HAHA. I know. I am a bum. :))

Janet and the recruit came early so I showed them our dorm room (which looks like a hurricane just passed through it) and showed her some of the sweet stuff we get from Adidas. Then we went and ate at Montgomery Inn (which is famous for their ribs) and well, all my resolutions for not eating a lot diminished. COMPLETELY. Haha.

At around 9 we went back to the dorm. Alex and I were alone, so we decided to watch a movie or something. We decided on the movie Cars, and I swear, it was a good movie, but it would have sent me off to sleep. Anyway, while watching, our suite door flings open and a guy wearing only sweatpants and a scary mask comes in and scares the hell out of us! We forgot to lock the freakin' door! So we went out, and we saw Jared, and he invited us over to their room. Will (Jared's roommate) comes in, and he's never drank alcohol before. I mean like NEVER. And he comes up to me and says "Hey. Ssssh. Don't tell anyone. I just lost my virginity to alcohol tonight!" =))

He was so freakin' wasted. We went to their room and they were playing beer pong. But Will was gone. He was on the floor, crawling everywhere. He was just so sunked. :)) There was this time when he got a TV dinner thing, and apparently he has high blood pressure. He was going to eat it, and Derek (Jared's best friend) grabs it from him. It had like 1400 grams of sodium, and he was like, Will would die eating that. Well, I have no idea if what he said was true. I mean, holding a bottle of Corona (eeew) in one hand and a can of Natural Light on the other doesn't make him a whole lot credible. :))

So Will was on the floor again. And he stained his pants with something on the floor. So all wasted and shit, he changed into a jersey and sweatpants. And guess what? He had his sweatpants on backwards!!!

We went to Katelyn's house and watched parts of The Devil Wears Prada. Then we went back to the dorm to find that Will, Jared and Derek were sleeping. So we went to bed as well. I slept in the living room on an air mattress. And so, my Laxer roommate Steph comes in at 3:00 AM. And Will's awake. He was so shrunk that he was telling Steph "Hey. You're waking her up. Don't wake her up. She's a nice person." =))

That was just funny. :))

=))

Our football team is playing Louisville tonight. We are still undefeated. I am sure we will still be tomorrow.

Go UC! :D

Freezing

Well, here's the weather I've been looking for. It was around 40 degrees Fahrenheit the whole day today. Yeah. Almost no sun. So gloomy. And SO very cold. Dark skies. Cool breeze. My jacket wasn't enough. I couldn't stand outside. It was just SO cold.

It was a clear reminder that I am no longer in the sunny, humid Philippines. :(

Makes you think back, doesn't it? I have a new home; a cold, cold home. I think it's going to be like this for the rest of the week.

And I know this is nothing compared to winter. I swear, I am so going to die here. I will freeze to death.

I miss the warmth of back home. Not just of the weather, but also of the people there that I love so very much.

Just so, so gloomy. Makes you feel SO, so blue. Turns you into such an emotional wreck. *sigh*

I'm freezing. : I miss the Philippines. :'(

School Pride slash Country Pride

Hold your head up high people!

Anyway, here's a newsflash. UC is STILL UNDEFEATED in football yo! We beat the Rutgers (I have no idea from where) 28-23, after trailing for like a quarter, 10-17. Yeah. They are SO good. We play Louisville this Saturday, here in Cincy (and I have a ticket! Wuhooo!). Oh yeah.

6-0 men. 6-0. UC rocks!

And, on a side note, our Women's golf team placed third in The 2007 Hawkeye Invitational. Yey! Hahah. Finally. We're getting there.

Well. UC ROCKS! WOOOOOOOH!!

B. E. A. R. C. A. T. S. B-E-A-R-C-A-T-S. BEARCATS!!! :)

And well, although I wasn't able to watch it, I heard Pacquaio won (on the same night the UC football team won, too :P). WOOOOOOOHHHH!! Go Philippines! 12 rounds, unanimous decision. Oh yeah. Way to go!

Oh yeah. I love the Philippines. I love being a Filipina. :)

Pranks

Haha. I just thought of writing one like this (I am in study hall again, ok? HAHA) where I detail all the pranks that I've seen in the three weeks of my college life. (I've seen because they were either done to a group I was a part of, or our group did it to someone else)

PRANK # 1

It was majorly disgusting, done to us (unfortunately) by our 4 track runner neighbors who decided that it was just fun to torment our (my roommates and I) lives. They actually stuck a condom (Yes, get used to it. I'm a college student in the United States.) filled with cocoa butter lotion (they said it's the lubricant) to our dorm's door at 11 o'clock at night. We went out, saw the damn thing and screamed our asses off. We should get revenge. And we haven't. Hmmm. *scheming*

Note: The others were done in camaraderie (and humor) with the Notre Dame Women's Golf team during The Wolverine Invitational in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I swear, they are a swell group of girls that like to have fun (just like us!). HAHA.

PRANK #2

Coaches and players aren't allowed to drink alcoholic beverages by the NCAA during tournaments. Well, duh. Actually, only players. UC doesn't allow coaches to drink on tournaments. Anyway, the Notre Dame team asked our team to go with them to Damon's (a sports themed grill) to (Janet thought) eat with them. Turns out, the coaches (Notre Dame had two) wanted to drink with our coach Janet. Well, Janet refused (DUH) but we went there to eat anyway. Then, in the middle of our meal, a waitress comes up, bringing 1 huge glass of beer and 5 shotglasses with liquids in them, and she said "I was told to say from competition." Notre Dame sent them! And Janet was like "Please tell me that's water in the shotglasses..." And, well, it was. We stood up, saluted their team (they were a few tables away from us) and took the shot of water. Janet didn't touch the beer. Wasted beer. :(

PRANK#3

We needed to pay them back for their prank, so Janet was scheming. Then she suddenly has a bright idea. We would tell the waitress that it's Susan's (the head coach of Notre Dame) 29th birthday that day. The waitress was so willing, she said that they actually put the birthday celebrants on the big screens of the restaurant (for watching sports events) with the dedication. It took a while, but our scheme got even sweeter. So, it happened. Susan's faced was blown up in the huge screen with the words "The coach of Cincinnati wants to greet Coach Susan a happy 29th birthday!" and we all laughed SO hard. Then Susan comes to our table and says "You know what's funny? It was my birthday yesterday. I turned 42, but I'd take 29 any day!" :))

PRANK#4

Well, of course, they needed to pay us back. And this one was quite lame, to tell you the truth. But anyway, they decided to put raise the wipers of our Cincinnati van and close the side view mirrors and put (disgusting) bubble gum underneath the door openers. It was quite lame, but it kind of pissed us off too.

PRANK#5

This was good. While we were warming up, some of my teammates saw that their team had left the back of their van open. So, while the others were warming up, two of my teammates (I think Allison and Marianne) snuck up to their van, put all their bags underneath the van then went back to finish the warm up. They found it and laughed and came over to say that they were going to get revenge. We all found it SO funny. We just couldn't let an opportunity like that pass. :))

PRANK#6

Well, this is corny. But it was from us again, so it isn't so bad. Janet brought like one roll of tissue paper, and before we left (after the tournament), Allison and Sarah TP-ed their van in congratulations for winning the tournament. We passed by as they saw the tissue paper and Susan even ran after the van to throw the TP at us! HAHA. :)) Laugh trip.

Anyway, that was GOOD, GOOD fun.
Pranks really can be good when done in good spirit.
We just need to pay back our track runner neighbors though. Any suggestions? :))

Athletic Tidbits

Since I am once again confined within the walls of study hall, I just thought I'd share with you some interesting stuff about the athletics here in UC for the past week.

Well, our men's golf team won the Cleveland Invitational. One of the (7) freshmen, Joe Castellic, won 3rd place in the individual. Huwoah. HUWOAH, right? :)) Congratulations to them! :)

And our football team is still UNDEFEATED! Won against San Diego State two nights ago, 52-14 or something like that. Wuhoo.

OOOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. *clap* UC!
B.E.A.R.C.A.T.S. B-E-A-R-C-A-T-S BEARCATS!

Bored and Tired

Study table. Great. For those who don't know, all freshmen athletes at the University of Cincinnati are required to go to the study hall 8 f**kin' hours a week to study. And usually that's not what happens. I am usually online when I go to study table, chatting, surfing, blogging, and NOT studying. I swear, 8 hours a week? I don't think I even study for that long a week. (Or maybe I should. I'm just saying this now because we don't do too much stuff yet. :P)

Well, let's see. I had a rough weekend. We went to Michigan last Thursday for The Wolverine Invitational, hosted by the University of Michigan, in their golf course (University of Michigan golf course). I swear, that is just one of the most difficult courses I've ever played in my life (and my shots being shitty didn't help at all). The golf course is ranked 6th in the country of all university golf courses. So yeah, it really shouldn't be easy. But still. I shot an 83 yesterday, which NINE CONSECUTIVE BOGEYS on the front nine. Crap. I know. It was crap.

Anyway, I will not dwell on my bad rounds. All I can say is I have to do better this Saturday, in Iowa (so wish me luck). One of the good things about travelling to Michigan (it's a 4 hour drive from Cincinnati) is that I saw Yeany (Min Yean Tan, from Malaysia)! You can't imagine how happy I was that I was going to see a familiar face (not Caucasian, for once) in the midst of all the strangers. Aw. I missed Yeany. Haha. :)

We had these really cool caps. I mean, like white ones with the C-Paw on the front and the word "Bearcats" on the back. The back was netted, but it doesn't have a ponytail hole. Anyway, my teammates called them "ghetto" caps. We had so much fun with them, taking photos and all. I'll post them soon (if I have time in Multiply and Facebook). Anyhoot, the caps made our days brighter, even for just a bit. :)

That's weird. I actually ran out of things to say (or type). This is unlike me, haha.

NEWSFLASH: 3 days from now I will be officially residing in the United States for ONE MONTH. Kind of like a monthsary! HAHA.

Anyway, toodleloo! ;)