I was at Rizal Stadium last night and screamed my lungs out when the Azkals put their first goal in. It was just right before the end of the first half and I had absolutely no idea what was going on before I saw the ball go in. It was intense.

With all the flurry and the screaming and the goosebumps, I had no idea who had scored the goal. Good thing my best friend, Karen, gave me a call and gave me the deets.

As it happens, Karen is Aly Borromeo's cousin and was supposed to watch the game with me at the stadium. She had driven home from work to get her tickets to the game from her aunt. But due to horrible traffic, she arrived home way past the kickoff, and so she just decided to camp out in Aly's room to watch the game on tv. So I yelled to her over the phone, "Did you see the goal?! Sino yung naka-goal?!" Stephan Schrock. Unfuckingbelievable.

We may have lost to Kuwait, but it isn't over. This is only the beginning. We have a long way to go to qualify for the FIFA World Cup (2018, here we go!), but with continued support, I believe we can make it happen.

Over the weekend, my sisters and I have eaten at Gotti's Ristorante twice. Gotti's is a mid-range Italian restaurant located in Megamall's The Atrium. And because we love cheap thrills, Gotti's has always been a go-to place for us. I'd recommend the Sundried Tomato Pesto, the Shrimp ala Pobre or the Frutti di Mare, the Dirty Fingers, and their Quattro Formaggi. Also, don't be fooled by their "serves 2 to 3" pasta serving size. They have pretty big servings so we'd normally split their regular-sized pasta two ways and just order a salad or an appetizer also to share. 

After the news came out that Darren Criss has been in talks with Broadway producers to replace Daniel Radcliffe in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, I couldn't help but imagine him doing the choreography to "Brotherhood of Men."


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By some stroke of luck, we ended up trading in our Lower Box and Upper Box B tickets for 4 second row Patron seats. Unfortunately, expecting to be seated miles away from the stage, none of us had proper cameras. We had to rely on camera phones. Ah, well.

No one screamed louder than Ramona, that's for sure. But seeing as she's celebrating her 17th birthday not 2 days from now, I'll give her that. I'm deaf in one ear but I'll consider it as a birthday present to her. I had bequeathed upon her my sense of hearing.

My mom was also beside herself with utmost flailing and dancing around. At one point, she even urged my younger sister Sari to get closer to the stage -- Sari refused. To which my mom said, "Paano kayo magpapakasal kung ayaw mo man lang lumapit sa stage?" Clearly, my mom isn't quite as in touch with reality as we had expected her to be.

All in all, we had a pretty kickass night. David Archuleta is a top performer, and such a sweet kid, too. And damn, he's growing up spectacularly. Did you get to see those hands? I stared at nothing but those hands. Okay, maybe also his face and his butt. I am a perv. Not sorry to say. :)

P.S. I had to steal a photo off of tumblr for this post. I'll try to post original media as soon as my sister uploads her stuff.

Want it. Now.