Febbraio Quattordici, 8:39 PM

Happy hearts’ day.

By the way, I don’t refer to this day as Valentine’s Day simply because I don’t know who that Valentine person is, and according to our minister, Valentine (Valentinius) was a centurion, or commander of a legion in Rome, and when they won the battle, he let his soldiers to rape all the women in that particular land they conquered. I heard that story a very long time ago, when I was an avid churchgoer. I never knew if that story is true, because I couldn’t check it on the net. You know, the connections are down since yesterday, and I’m just writing on a word document, because, like what I’ve said in the previous entries, writing here is simply a self-obligation.

When I woke up today, as usual, by the sound of my cellular alarm, I didn’t notice that it was Valentine’s day. I mean, Hearts’ day. I never greeted anyone around the house, and nobody greeted me in return. I was preoccupied by our game, which took place exactly eight o’clock in the morning.

I gathered my things, you know the usual; knee pads, jersey uniforms, soap, toothbrush, towel, you name it, and dumped them in my Fila blue backpack. I ate breakfast, took a very long time in the shower. Being in the shower for a very long time makes me ease, for your info. Now you know when I’m stressed.

I left the house, and arrived in school. The guard didn’t allow me inside, because I was wearing slippers, which I intentionally wore, thinking that athletes will have an easy way in. I said I have my shoes in my locker, but he still refused. I was restrained, and I have no choice but to ask someone to get it for me. And that lucky person was Yhessa. I gave her my keys, and she said she would have my team mates get my shoes.

My other team mates passed through me, and they weren’t so worried about me, of not getting in, except for Crissie. I don’t know, but I feel useless. Anyway, I just shrugged that feeling off, and told myself, “I am special.” You may think it’s lame, but I mean it. And I learned the line from Jamie Presley in “Death to the Supermodels”. Yeah, that’s right, kill the supermodels.

Then, Krisel (the setter) came, and she had my shoes. She was with Princess and Mitch. I thought her name was Rizelle, but I saw it on her ID. I thanked them for bringing my shoes, and I changed right away for the game.

My team mates were talking with each other about this number 8 dude, playing in Men’s volleyball team, who was so hot, according to them, while I was reading TribForce. I don’t know anyone who wears a number 8 jersey, except for the guy whose surname was YU, which was also hot. You know my type: tall, dark, and it-doesn’t-matter-if-he’s-handsome-or-not-as-long-as-he-has-the-attitude. More likely, the “angas”. I though it was the YU guy.

We took pictures, and I really regretted that I didn’t bring a camera, or even my cellphone. I was feeling lazy, you know.

The other team arrived, and they looked like they just came from a mass. I don’t know, but they were from the school chapel. I didn’t know they were that religious.

We had our warm up routine, and started the game with a prayer. I admit, I’m a benchwarmer. Everyone thinks that I’m not good yet, including me, and I sure agree. And I wouldn’t dare sacrifice winning for the sake of my ego. So there it goes, I just sat on the bench, with the rest of the team , occasionally standing to cheer, or to hear what the coach has to say every time out. The game went great for us on the first set, and that’s because of that uber-talented Portia. You know, she was my team mate also in basketball, and so was Crissie. Crissie was good also, and they’re now my official idols.

Liezel had to get in for Micah, and the score went topsy-turvy. I mean, we’re almost close to winning the first set, but when Liezel got in, she committed a lot of errors. Errors due to naiveness. I couldn’t blame her, though, because she was in the line up only because to fill-in the quota of players. When she was out of the court on our previous game, she was madly shaking. When I was new to the nature of that sport, I was also like her, and that’s why I don’t blame her for committing such errors.

We won the first set, but lost in the second set, due to numerous errors committed not only by the new players, but also by the veterans Portia and Crissia. Plus, our setter had multiple violations of both lifting and double. Man. I played during the first set, and I was lucky, the coach didn’t have me in the court for the second set. You know how I hate being pressured.

I played in the third set, which went well for all of us. The momentum, the luck and the Spirit of God was with us. My reception was better this time. Did I mention that I almost died of shame because of messing up in our previous game? I think that was yesterday.

We won the game, and we changed and freshened up. I stayed to watch for the next game. I haven’t got much to say about the teams, and all I know is I’m pretty nervous for tomorrow, because we’ll be facing a strong contender for championship, tomorrow morning, nine o’clock. And our victory today made us twice to beat in the championship. Emi Poonark (our coach) had us to stay and watch and told us to pray in our houses. I guess I’ll be doing that.

Then, I went to the church to get a letter from my zia. I found her arranging flowers for Valentine ’s Day. I mean, Hearts’ day. How I regret for not bringing my cellular phone, and indeed those flowers are great sightings.

I asked for money and went back to school. I was just in time for another v-ball game, and this time, it’s men’s. Greg was pretty impressive, and at last, I’ve seen the number eight dude. It wasn’t Yu, who was my crush, but Miranda. They’re right, he has sexy gray eyes. But he was thin, really. But you will forget all the flaws and imperfections as soon as you see him do the spike, which even I couldn’t receive, unless I practiced for years. He was so good. He was indeed a crowd favorite.

The game started, and this tall dude who was supposed to be in the game sat with us. We asked why he wasn’t playing, and he said that his shorts was still hanging wet. Man, we’re in the twenty-first century. He could’ve done something to dry it up, and even a simple ray of sunshine will do. Unless he just washed the shorts now. We offered our shorts, but you know, the girls’ shorts are way shorter that his, even it was the same color as ours, plus our shorts were also numbered. The team might be defaulted for that simple matter such as unmatched numbers of shorts and shirt, so he decided to sit down with us and cheered for his team.

That game drew the pals and gals closer. We nearly lost our voice jeering and cheering as the men’s team lost. What the heck. It was just another unlucky day for the men’s team. When the game was over, we decided to go home.

I saw Cha on my way home. I just rested when I got home, and I woke up just when the American Idol aired.

And today’s episode was nerve-wracking. The judges decide who will make it through the top 24 finalists. I have my bet on David Archuleta.

I missed David’s first audition, and the first time I saw him was just yesterday’s episode. David Archuleta was only sixteen years old, but he has “it”. In addition to his great voice, he is charming, lovable, adorable and handsome. If I could see him personally, I’m sure I’d melt if he smiled at me. And he looks like the Miranda dude in men’s v-ball team.

On the other hand, he wasn’t that much confident because he thinks that he’s not good enough. He also thinks that judges only say that he’s great because he was “little”. Oh David, that’s not true. You’ll be the next American Idol. I hope he won’t miss his mom and dad to soon and he’ll have to quit just to get home and see them, like what happened to Mario Vasquez (if I’m not mistaken), a finalist in Carrie Underwood’s batch.

I also like Syesha, whose voice had been hoarse during the Hollywood Week, Joanne, the plus size model, Carley, the rocker chick who sounded a little bit Celine Dion, the two rocker guys who look exactly the same, one was from Australia, and the other has a band and Danny Norriega, who looks like a gay.

But there were also people who were good but didn’t get in. Paula said, they made a wrong choice for their audition song, and one of them was Josiah Leming. This guy, however, is very, very talented. He’s blond, blue-eyed, charming, adorable, knows how to play keyboards and guitar and all. But there’s only one problem; he’s so emotional. He always cries, whether the judges say nice or bad things to him.

Now I know why Mark Norella doesn’t like me that much. People who cry everytime are annoying. Josiah is adorable and talented but he was such a “teensy- weensy” cry baby, and it annoys me whenever I see him cry. I mean, does he always have to do that? It’s just like win or lose, Josiah will cry. Like me, dawg. In Mark’s perspective, I cry because I want people to notice me, and I’m begging for their attention and “mercy”, and that’s what he believes. That is simply not true. For me and Josiah Leming, crying is only the outcome of overwhelming emotions, and people like us couldn’t solve anything without crying. Cry first, and then find a solution, more likely. And that method gives positive results, based in my experiences. I feel better when I’m done with crying than holding my tears back.

Same goes for Josiah, too. You know, yesterday, he was so pressured because he was the last one to audition, and the things weren’t going as he wanted them to be, so he retreated in crying. Then after that, he was okay.

So far, I compared Josiah with Jason Mraz. You know, the boy knows how to play keyboards and guitar, and his voice wasn’t that good. Well, that’s just my opinion. Jason Mraz’ voice wasn’t my type, and yet, I’m a fan. He has something that makes me listen more to his songs. Like Josiah. Josiah’s voice wasn’t like Jason, it wasn’t that good, either, and yet something makes me listen to Josiah. Even Simon said, “You make men think you’re cool, and you make the ladies smile….” Yeah, that’s right. But Josiah isn’t for American Idol. You know, because the contest was for voice, not for talents. I think he should try being in a band.

I finished the show before heading of to Benedict’s house. I printed everything and got back here.

I’ve been reading Tribulation Force since I bought it, but until now, I wasn’t finished yet. I’m on the part wherein the two male lead roles where both in Israel. Oh Israel, what a very beautiful country. I speak a little Hebrew, too, but that skill is dusting beneath, because I know no one here who can speak Hebrew, who can talk to me so that we could both brush it up.

I think, I gotta get some sleep because tomorrow is the big day. You know, the championship. God bless the team, amen.

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