S^CRED CLOTHESLINE

Christmas time is the best time to give and to receive especially those things, material that is, which you wanted to have all year long became yours. In my case, I always wanted to buy a new mountain bike. A pretty decent one. And I’ve got it last week as I already posted here. For me, biking is not just for the purpose of making porma or pasyal but to keep my body fit also. My new ride amounted to less than P9,000 and still counting as I continue to modify it whenever there is a chance and money.

I also got my long wanted sweatshirt on Christmas day. The original price is P2,000 plus but because its Christmas time, I bought it for only P800. Good buy indeed. I’m a jacket/sweatshirt collector and having this one was truly delighting.Then came my most precious gift of all. Uno.Or One. No, its not a brand name. It’s a nickname. He is my newly born son. He was first introduced to the world last Saturday, December 26. Having all those material things are nothing compared to having a new baby. He is a gift from Heaven. A gift for my daughter also, Uno’s ate. Words cannot express my happiness. It’s so fulfilling. And the tag….PRICELESS.

Here are the few things I must do and not do this year:

10. Biking. Bike more.

9. Less rice during lunch time  (1 cup will do)

8. Less pork, pork, and pork

7. No soft drinks.Minute Maid pwede

6. Lift more weights.

5. Be passive especially on roads.

4. Less bad words. Talaga. Promise. Ay sh–

3. Read, read, read. Diba Weng?

2. More patience. After all, all we need is a little patience!

1. Pray harder.

I got my first born last October and it topped the happiest (momentous) day of my life. By the way, my partner too here at S-CRED also had his first son (2nd child) last december.

Im posting in here, my baby’s future tsinelas…

These are hand-me-overs original havaianas and crocs from his cousins (soon to be 3 years old and soon to be four years old, thanks kuya rai, thanks kuya dom), still very mint condition.

I’m thankful.  Im excited.

A second to go, two point lead for the opposing team, ball on my hand and I aimed, fired a desperation three-point shot…Boom! I was fouled. Beyond the three-point arc. A little celebration in our bench. The ref got a mouthful from the other bench. Fast forward, I found myself at the free throw line shooting for three charities. Pressure cooker? Yes. I took the first one and it missed. Two more coming. Pressure intensified. I made the second one. Again, our bench jumped for joy. The third one?Well…I MISSED! Ridiculous. I am a shooting guard since birth.Although sometimes I tend to play the four spot, right Davincible? But today, I put my team down. The COLLEGE FACULTY, that is. But they can’t blame me, at least on my face. Now I know the agony haunting Nick Anderson for years. And yes, Racela too. That was only a semifinal game of the on-going INTRAMS. But to those who really love to play basketball, you know what I mean. Big deal? Not really. But to those fellows fantasizing themselves as true ballers even in an Inter-Barangay league like myself, it counts. To our basketball resume`. Did I mentioned that we played the game outdoor? With the wind mightily blowing? Hehehe. ~ MAKOY