Goodbye '08
It was a crazy year, wasn't it? Lots of big, important things happening at the global (Obama winning, the Beijing Olympics, the possible start of a new Cold War) and the local (Pacquiao beating Oscar, the Eraserheads reuniting) levels.
It was the craziest year for me too, off the top of my head, the craziest ever. What I do know is that I don't think I can take another year like this. Was it the Chinese who had the saying,
May you live in interesting times, which was meant to be both a blessing and a curse? Because that was what 2008 was for me, a blessing and a curse.
It started
well enough in January, which I spent on my first vacation in years. Then at the tail-end of my vacation, my mom called me that my grandfather had fallen ill.
He died a few weeks later, and that was a difficult time, and I remember crying at the funeral, something I never did, and up to now I'm unable to articulate exactly how I feel about it.
A month later I resigned from GMA, and it was weird, because they'd just announce my promotion, and there really wasn't any good reason to do it on the surface. Of course people there still have their theories, but my reason for leaving is also something I'm still unable to articulate clearly, even to myself.
There was a lot of trepidation going into it, just because it felt like I was letting down a lot of the people that I worked with, so I ended up giving the longest notice (I stayed for two more months after telling my boss I wanted to leave). But midway through my notice period, it was apparent that everything would go on smoothly (well, as smoothly as things went back there) even after I left, so that made it easier. I made a couple of visits afterwards and and it looks like everyone is doing well, and everything was steady, which I figured was a good thing.
I was a hermit
for the next few months (no, I don't look like that anymore). There were a couple of offers, but none I was particularly enthusiastic about. I did some consulting work for a bunch of people, including an old friend who offered me a job to leave computers and just do business stuff. It was interesting, but I ended up turning it down because I didn't feel like dealing with the nasty stuff that came with, well, dealing with people.
In September, we had our 10-year high school reunion, which was sort of anti-climactic because we saw each other all the time anyway. It was true for most people from our class, the people who wanted to stay in touch with each other were for the most part in touch with each other. That's a great thing, I think.
I finally accepted a job offer and started back at work in September, almost as a whim, because I was bored and I felt like I needed a change. Also, the company had offices in Makati and Fort Bonifacio, places I'd never worked before, so it was a new environment. Circumstances also made it easy for me to move out of my condo and move into an apartment in Bagtikan in November, closer to work, so there were even more stark changes.
I also finished graduate school this year, officially in October, but I was pretty much done with all schoolwork by August. I graduated earlier than everyone else in my class except for one, and I think I have a pretty good shot of graduating at the top of my class (and delivering the valedictory address next March)--I was university scholar for three straight semesters, the semesters I had enough units to qualify. I don't know how exactly they choose it, and I wouldn't be heartbroken if I wasn't the top graduate, but I really wouldn't mind getting it either.
There were also a bunch of weddings. Oddly enough they all involved
M+K. I was back in Boracay
for their wedding last October, and they also happened to shoot the other two weddings I attended. Awesome.
So let's see, here's what happened to me this year:
-- had the longest vacation of my adult life
-- had my grandfather pass away
-- quit my job after three years
-- attended the Eraserheads concert (hehe)
-- attended our 10-year reunion
-- started a new job
-- finished graduate school
-- moved to a new apartment halfway across the metro
-- saw Obama win
-- watched pacquiao beat up De la Hoya
Oh and there might have been a girl in there somewhere, sometime this year, but I try not to think about her anymore.
That was my year. How was yours? No resolutions for 2009 for me, I just hope it would be boring. Happy New Year everyone!
Labels: personal
27
When I left my old company, I asked our admin veep if I could take my phone line with me, because I'd been using it for personal stuff (heh) and I didn't want to lose the number. It wasn't a big problem for her, so I filled up the necessary paperwork and I got to keep the phone. The problem is, I don't think Smart ever did process the transfer application, so the account was never transferred to my name. Because of this, I never got the bills. But this wasn't a big problem because Smart usually called me up whenever there was a bill due, and I'd just head off to their business center to pay for the account. This had been going on for five months or so, since I left my old company.
Anyway, last Friday, they decided to cut off service because of an overdue bill, this time without notifying me. I looked around and found that they have an online portal for their subscribers, so I signed up for that, hoping that I could through that facility. I was able to get in and was able to check my bills, but I had to enroll to be able to pay online. I called up their customer service who said that for me to be able to pay the bill online, I'd have to email them my financial info etc., which misses the whole fucking point of having the online facility in the first place.
I was annoyed, but figured what the hell, I'd just swing by their business center in Ayala to pay the bill on my way home. Turns out their whole system was under maintenance and offline, so they just had everybody pay through the ATMs. The line was long, so I decided to just go home and pay through the ATM the next morning, which I did. Then I called up their customer support to inform them of the payment, but I couldn't get hold of a customer service rep. I tried all weekend, but still no answer from them. I wasn't able to talk to someone from Smart until yesterday morning, and my phone line wasn't back up till around after lunch, which really wasn't so bad.
So this long post is just my way of saying that my line was cut all weekend until mid-Monday, and that I'm not sure I got all your messages, but I remember replying to most everyone, and if I didn't, I had an excuse. Thanks to everyone who remembered.
Labels: personal
I haven't been blogging much lately...
...because I've been busy with my new job. I had been planning to write about it for the longest time, but I just never got around to it. I've been back at work for about a month now.
I guess I didn't write because I didn't have much energy for it. Work hasn't really been that busy, but after a whole day in front of the computer, I just don't want to be in front of the screen when I got home. But most of it was because I didn't really know where to start.
For example, I still have a hard time articulating why I took the job. The whole thing came together pretty quickly. The company's recruiting manager called me up and scheduled an interview between me and a senior manager for the next Wednesday. A day after the intervew, the recruiting manager called me up the next morning, asking me how soon I could start if an offer were tendered to me. I ended up signing that very afternoon, and I started work at the company two Mondays later.
I didn't take the job because of the money (although it does pay well), or because I thought it was a particularly good, can't-miss opportunity (although, for any sane person, it could be).
I guess I was just running out of excuses. My "showbiz answers" for leaving my last job (I wanted to take a break, I wanted to finish my final project report for grad school, I wanted to look into other opportunities) weren't holding up anymore (I had been out of work for 4 months already, I finished a draft of my final project report back in July and it only took me about a day to revise for a final version, I wasn't really looking for other opportunities and if I did agree to come for an interview for a recruiter I showed up looking
like this). Anyway, taking the job really was an impulse decision.
(Warning: Cryptic paragraphs, insider-y paragraph that's not really meant to be understood to follow)
I did it with the realization that, despite being away, things weren't really getting better with me. I was still in the exact same place I was six months ago, which was the exact same place I was in a year ago, which was the exact same place I was in 18 months ago. I had a vision of the next six months, the next year unfolding and me remaining in the exact same place. With the new job, it's doubtful that it'd be any different, but I could at least pretend that I'm "moving things along".
(End insider-y paragraph)
Anyway, the job. It's
okay. I have a high regard for the people I work with, and in many respects, it is an incredible place. To look the part, I got myself a yuppie haircut and a clean shave, and I make sure to come to work in accordance with the company's dress code. I'm trying to get into a routine, battling traffic and commuting to the other side of the metro really early every morning, going home, cooking dinner, and packing lunch for the next day.
The schedule is killing me, because as early as I have to get up each morning, I still couldn't sleep easily at night, so usually end up going to work with three or four hours of sleep. The company I work for has a night shift, which I prefer, and I actually tried going in to work at night for about a week. Too bad the schedule didn't work for my bosses, who worked mornings so I had to go back to the regular shift so I could get to meetings with them.
The job is about as different from my last job as you could get while staying in the IT industry. To be perfectly candid, I don't see myself lasting this long here, but then again, I used to say
that too about GMA, and I ended up staying almost four years. It's not necessarily a bad thing. It's a more professional approach; I come in, I do my job (and I've been doing a good job too), and I go home. But I don't pour my heart and soul into my job, not like I used to, anymore.
Labels: personal, work
49
I never feel comfortable writing about this topic, but the other day, I realized that while I had written about so many other girls in these pages, I never really wrote about my mom. She's turning 49 today (though she doesn't look it).
She had me when she was 22. By the time I turned 2, she and my dad had broken up, and she was raising me as a single mom. She didn't really figure in my earliest memories; I rarely saw her because she worked, first, the two jobs, then an office job in Makati that required long hours. When I got a little older, we found a little more time together when she'd take me to the office, usually when she had the cash so she could treat me to dinner out afterwards. I remember she once even took me to the Peninsula coffee shop, and I loved it. It was a big thrill for me, but now that I think about it, I bet it was a big thrill for her as well. Those are some of my fondest memories.
I don't remember the context now, but there was a moment back then when she sat me down, and she told me that even though we only had each other, that we were going to make it. I don't know if she was emotional when she said it, like if she had been having a long day, or if she said that matter-of-factly, but the moment stuck with, even though time has been kind enough that she probably doesn't remember that anymore.
Things turned out to be much less dour for both of us. A few years later, she and my stepdad had kids (my two brothers and a sister), and while we've had our share of problems, there haven't really been too much drama. I moved out on my own a couple of years ago, but I still call and visit her regularly (although probably not as often as she'd like). Over the past few months, because I've had the luxury of time, I was even able to treat her and my sister to movies and dinner. I'd like to do more often; hopefully my schedule (and my wallet) permits.
Labels: personal
Blogging
My big exam, the final comprehensive exam for my graduate school degree, is on in a few hours and I still can't sleep. I had thought of using Sleepasil, but then I was afraid of oversleeping so I didn't. I'm pretty confident about the exam actually, but I don't know how I'll hold up with the lack of sleep. I'll try to take a nap later.
Anyway, interesting story: I only use my GMail (jaemark@gmail.com) account for email, because I find it unwieldy to use multiple accounts, although I do own the Yahoo (jaemark@yahoo.com) account. I check the Yahoo account very, very infrequently and earlier tonight, I decided to check into it (after something like a year, I think) to look for a message. While I didn't find the message I was looking for, I came across a very interesting email dated May 15. It was an offer for me to blog about sports, basketball in particular, for the website of one of the most popular men's magazines in the country.
D'oh, sayang! It would have been a cool forum, especially since I've been watching a lot of basketball these days. I did email the guy back, and hopefully the offer's still good; I checked their sports blog, and there aren't even posts about the UAAP or the NCAA or even the PBA Finals, and my head is swimming with (mostly useless) thoughts about these things, and I'm trying not to write about these in this blog because some people are already complaining about it as it is. Seriously, at this point I can write 3,000 words about RJ "So Cool" Jazul of the Letran Knights, whom most of you probably have never heard of.
Which reminds me, I was talking to Ellen last night on GTalk, while she was on a layover in Dubai from her flight home from Bratislava, and she was complaining that all I ever wrote about were books or sports. I would have countered that I also wrote about music too, but she was getting at the fact that I never wrote about my personal life anymore. Actually, I was telling her about this one girl (it was a long conversation), but then I realized she didn't know anything about this girl because I never wrote about that kind of thing anymore. Which is a good thing, actually, because I really shouldn't be sharing too much, really. But then we started making plans to get together for dinner just so we could catch up more (and so she could interrogate me about this), and she mentioned that we'd have to do this a couple of weeks from now since she'd be spending time home in La Union. And then, as a joke, the idea of getting together in Baguio (which is only an hour and a half away from La Union) came up, and even though my friends and I have plans to go up there at the end of September, the thought of randomly having dinner at Cafe by the Ruins next week sounded really, really good.
I should get some sleep now.
Labels: basketball, insomnia, personal
Arrival
I was with Nanay during my first airplane ride, for my first visit to Iloilo. She flew back home often to visit her sisters and her mother. I had always been Nanay's favorite, being the first grandchild, and I got to tag along. It was an evening flight, but it was still quite a thrill for me to be on an airplane for the first time.
A few years later, the summer after I first went to school, I got to fly back again to Iloilo with Nanay and a cousin of mine. I don't remember much about the trip itself, but I remember being very excited about it. I guess Nanay and my cousin and most of the other people on the plane shared my excitement, because when the captain announced that we were about to land in Iloilo, a spontaneous applause broke out. Around me, there were people asking everyone where everyone else were from. Everywhere, there were happy voices conversing in lovely Hiligaynon tongue, belonging to people who sounded really happy to be home.
...
After landing, we would usually head straight to La Paz, where Nanay's sister Auntie Edna lived with her husband Uncle Dondon and their children. When we arrived, Uncle Dondon would usually be hanging out by the porch of their house having a beer with his cousins, who were also his neighbors, while Auntie Edna made sure that there was a modest feast waiting for us for dinner.
During my first visit there, Nanay was showing me off to everyone, with my full bibo self on display. My three-year-old self was having a grand time, between all the attention and the tasty tocino we were having. Then, Auntie Edna, trying to encourage me to eat further, told me, in her awkward Tagalog, "
Kain ka nang kain ha, walang hiya."
I started bawling; why did Auntie Edna call me
walanghiya? I had no idea what I had done wrong. It wasn't until later that I was pacified enough that everyone explained to me that what Auntie Edna meant to say,
Huwag akong mahihiya.
Later, the incident would become part of family lore. Every time I'd come to Iloilo to visit, I'd be reminded of the walanghiya incident, and all I'd have for them is my sheepish grin.
Even later, I'd find out about Auntie Edna and Uncle Dondon's story. They were quite the star-crossed pair, with tales of love and infidelity and death-threats worthy of a telenovela. Somehow, through it all, they still remained together.
A few years ago, Auntie Edna passed away due to complications with her diabetes. Uncle Dondon died a few months later. I'm sure there was a medical condition that would explain his death, but most people in our family never bothered with the explanation. It was apparent to all of us that when he died, it was because of a broken heart.
...
After our short pit stop in La Paz, we would usually hire a van to go to
oma (which is, I think, the Hiligaynon word for countryside). It was in San Enrique, a small town just outside what is now the city of Passi. Nanay's mother, Lola Pilig, lived there with another of Nanay's sisters, Auntie Lina, and a bunch of other relatives.
While her other sisters all left home for Iloilo City and later, Manila, to try their luck, to study, and to fall in love, Auntie Lina stayed behind to take care of her mother and to take care of the farm. She never married. She spent all her time tilling the fields, or feeding the hogs, or caring for Lola Pilig, or making sure everything went well. Her poison of choice was the Tanduay lapad that all her other farmhands drank. A farmer through and through, she was never quite comfortable wearing shoes or even slippers, so she spent most of the time barefoot.
That last nugget bore quite an impression on the precocious little kid that was me. One afternoon that summer, in front of everyone, I told her that when I grew up, I was going to buy Auntie Lina slippers so she'd have something to wear. Touched, Auntie Lina gave ne a hug and kissed me. This incident would again end up being part of family lore, one of those stories told on every family occasion when we were in Iloilo, and Auntie Lina would tell it even after she had started to finally wear slippers.
One of my last trips to Iloilo was a sad occasion. I was in high school, and it was Auntie Lina's funeral. She had passed away a few months after Lola Pilig died.
Nanay was already at
oma when we arrived. A few moments later, Nanay and I were talking, and I told her that I never ended up buying Auntie Lina the slippers I had promised. Nanay began to cry again. I started to wish that she didn't, but more than that, I started to wish that I had bought Auntie Lina those slippers.
...
Nanay died a few years ago. I was lucky enough to spend a lot of time with her, in the days when she was young enough on me when I was little, and when I was in college, when I used to spend my weekends visiting her in the weeks before she passed away.
I realized that I haven't been back since she died, or even since her health started failing her and she couldn't travel anymore. I guess, without her, there hadn't been much reason for me, and for everyone in our family who lived in Manila for that matter, to go back.
...
Last night I was on a flight to Iloilo, my first trip back in almost nine years. The plane was much nicer, and there were a lot of people, a lot more than those in the old domestic flights that we used to take. The flight itself was a non-event, and at the end of the trip, when the captain announced that we were about to land, there was no laughter or applause or any form of excitement in the air. I guess plane rides and trips back to Iloilo aren't such big deals anymore.
Labels: iloilo, longvacation, personal
Jun B
Early yesterday morning I received a text message from my mom that
former PBA commissioner Jun Bernardino passed away. Mr. Bernardino was a close friend of the family. Not only were he and my stepdad business partners, he was a godfather to my little sister and he really helped us out a lot. I never really got to interact much with him, but that was only because I was away for college most of the time (and because I could really be anti-social).
Anyway, the news was sad for any Pinoy basketball fan, and I'm a huge basketball fan, to say the least. It makes it doubly sad to hear about the passing of someone who genuinely cared a lot about people I loved. Prayers and condolences to the Bernardino family. Rest in peace, Jun B.
Labels: basketball, personal
Saturday
I actually
had a weekend last weekend, as I spent most of my Saturday at home. After my Saturday morning class, I was able to go grocery shopping, something I had not been able to do so far this year. At home I made beef tapa, the way I want it, the way my family used to do it when I was a kid. I'm not really into the sweet kind that all the tapsilog places sell (except the tapa at Rodic's, it's sweet but I love it). I want my beef tapa savoury and garlicky and with lots of calamansi in the marinade. So I ended up throwing down beef tapa sandwiches (with garlic ranch dressing) all weekend while watching a bunch of movies.
I finally got to watch
Borat, and well, what more could I say that hasn't been said about the movie? I was almost in tears while watching
that scene. Also, while watching the movie, my roommate's boyfriend came in, asked me what I was watching, and said, "Oh. I didn't like that movie." Which I couldn't understand. At all. I mean, how could anyone not
love a movie that contains the line "I had the sexy time with my mother-in-law!" in a faux-Eastern European accent?
Next up was
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, the second installment in Will Ferrell and director Adam McKay's
mediocre man trilogy. I absolutely adored
Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, and I just love pretty much everything Ferrell has done (yeah, even
A Night at the Roxbury), so liking
Talladega was pretty much a given. My favorite little details about this movie? Ricky Bobby named his two sons Walker and Texas Ranger.
I was all comedied out after that, so I went with
Match Point, Woody Allen's brilliant tale about society and infidelity. It's different from your "typical" Woody Allen film, in that there are no awkward, neurotic characters saying witty one-liners, and Allen stays behind the camera. But it's typical Allen in that it's full of flawed people whose imperfections drive the film.
The movie itself is hard to describe, but my best try is this: it's a modern-day Jane Austen that turns into Fyodor Dostoyevsky. But with a lucky twist.
Also, Scarlett Johansson has never been sexier, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers reminds me a lot of Beaver from
Veronica Mars, and if you see the movie and the second season of the show, you'd know what I'm getting at.
The last movie I saw was the
Little Miss Sunshine, which turned out to be my favorite movie in a long while, probably since
Sideways. It's funny, sweet, heartbreaking, poignant, cruel, honest, sly and smart, sometimes all at the same time. But more than all that, the film, through each of its characters, evokes genuine empathy, something that is in short supply these days. I was still smiling this morning at the shower while thinking about some of the scenes from the movie.
My weekend was wonderful. How was yours?
Labels: movies, personal
November to remember
Over the course of this month, I
-- attended
a Purefoods-Ginebra game that topped 16,000 people in attendance (Purefoods won)
-- moved into my own place (my roommate Urk has
the details in his blog, somewhere in between half-naked pictures of men)
-- started the second semester of grad school
-- turned 25
-- had a "Queer Eye" experience when Urk's boyfriend made-over
the living room, and now I feel out of place in my own home, especially during mornings, when I eat pancit canton for breakfast in the sala while watching basketball, shirtless, but it's all good
At the start of the year, I had two goals, which was to get into grad school and to move out on my own, and even if the two things combined left me dead broke and reduced to eating pancit canton every day like I was back in LB, I managed to pull it off. I was planning on writing a boring, long-winded post about the whole thing, until I realized people only read this blog for posts about sexy girls.
Anyway, ang point ko, kung gusto ko, kaya naman pala. Lakasan lang pala ng loob yun.
Labels: personal
Randomness
"Sa huli, pare, mananalo tayo. Alam mo kung bakit? Kasi tayo ang good guys."
Lasing na ako nun.
Labels: le sigh, personal
Let your cellphone shine on me
Kagabi, sa taxi papunta sa klase sa UP, nawala ko yung cellphone ko. Tatanga-tanga rin naman kasi eh. Bad trip, kasi telepono ko na 'yon (actually, SIM ko na 'yon) mula pa nung college.
Hindi naman sobrang hassle, kasi swerte na rin. Na-isyuhan ako ng telepono ng office nung isang buwan, at nailipat ko naman yung mga contacts ko galing sa lumang phone papuntang bago, kaya meron pa rin akong teleponong nagagamit ngayon. Ang nawala lang talaga sa akin, yung luma kong telepono, kasama na ang mga text messages na naka-save dun, mga text message na matagal ko nang sinasabi sa sarili kong buburahin ko, mga text message na hindi ko pa rin binubura, dahil ayoko pa talaga, dahil hindi pa ako handa, dahil gusto ko pang basahin paminsan-minsan para mag-drama. Ayun, nawala yung telepono. Bigla tuloy akong nagkaroon ng closure. Mabuti na rin siguro yung ganun.
Pero nakakainis pa ring mawalan ng telepono, kahit na-minimize na yung hassle. Kagabi, bwisit na bwisit ako, nasabi ko sa sarili ko, "Man, this has been a terrible, terrible month... I really need to catch a break."
(Oo, nag-i-Ingles ako pag kinakausap ko ang sarili ko. Sosyal ako eh. Ba't ka ba nangengealam? Sige nga, i-translate mo yung "I really need to catch a break" sa Tagalog.)
Tapos kagabi, nakatanggap ako ng maliit na envelope. Walang return address. Pagbukas ko, nalaman ko na galing siya sa
Moo.com, isang online printing service kung saan um-order ako ng libreng business cards mga ilang linggo na rin ang nakakaraan.
Natuwa ako, kasi nakakakaaliw at magaganda yung mga card. At libre! Pero sandali lang yung ngiti sa labi ko nung ma-realize ko na lahat sila, naka-print yung phone number ng luma kong telepono.
Putanginang yan.
Labels: personal
Picture that
The wonderful people over at the Philippine Web Awards had been bugging us for pictures for the judges' profile page for about three weeks now, and I'd been stubbornly ignoring their emails. Actually, I was thinking about having my picture taken here at work, something cool, since we have our own photographer on the team, not to mention a studio right here in the office.
I never got around to doing it, though, and yesterday the nice people running the Awards basically said "Screw it!" and ran the picture I gave them from last year. Yeah,
the one where it looks like I didn't even bother combing my hair. And this is the same picture everyone from the industry will see when they go to the website or thumb through their copies of the awards program.
(Oh, and the profiles page also contains a link to this blog, where people can read about references to my affection
for Paris Hilton and her promiscuous sex life.)
At least, I didn't end up giving them a
really embarrassing picture. Like, me in
a Jeremy-Piven-in-a-Gap-ad pose.
Labels: personal
Walang malambot na kama, sa killer kong insomya baby
A few weeks ago my buddy Jonas asked me to mention his latest venture on this blog. He's recently established a company that distributes herbal supplements, and their first product is
Sleepasil, a supplement for improving (what else) sleeping habits.
Anyway, I had meant to blog about it earlier, but I wanted to test the product out for myself, because I really do have serious sleeping problems. Just take a look at the timestamps of my last few posts: 05:33:00 AM, 02:55:00 AM, 12:47:00 AM, 11:12:00 PM, 05:54:00 AM, 03:44:00 AM.
So I figured I'd try Sleepasil, and then I'd blog about it if it's effective (of course, if it turned out to be a shitty product, I'd never mention it). I finally got around to buying it last night. I got ten pills (12 pesos each) at Watson's in Gateway.
After wrapping up work at around 4AM, I figured I could take a pill right then, just in time for bed as soon as I got home. But once I got downstairs, I got this pang of hunger, so I ended up buying a chicken caesar sandwich from 7-Eleven. The sandwich came with a free soda, and while it probably wasn't the best thing to be having
after having a sleeping pill, I downed all of it anyway. I'm an idiot that way.
I felt relaxed as soon as I was home and in my bed. This was about 4:30AM. I stayed relaxed (and awake) until about 8:30AM, before sleep mercifully came. This was the part that wasn't very good.
Ok, so why am I writing about this? Because when I woke up (at around 11:30AM) I felt so refreshed, and I didn't feel drowsy at all. I'm not even talking about the drowsiness you get after a sedative, but the regular drowsiness you get when waking up normally. I just felt so... fresh.
(I even had a vivid dream. Oddly enough, it featured Tim Cone and the rest of the coaching staff of the Alaska Aces, who were trying to figure out how to break the team's four-game losing streak in the
PBA Philippine Cup. It's probably because I watched Alaska a couple of times over the weekend, in person last Friday when they played against Purefoods, and then again Sunday night on television against Ginebra. There was a moment in Friday night's game when Alaska's useless assistant coach Luigi Trillo started chewing out and shouting at Willie Miller. The incident struck me as funny, because, c'mon, what the fuck could Luigi Trillo possibly teach Miller about basketball? But I digress.)
So, yeah, if you're having sleeping problems, especially if you want to have a really restful sleep (or if you want to have a dream about the Alaska Aces coaching staff), check out
Sleepasil. I think they're still giving away free samples
at their blog if you ask.
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