Tuesday, October 31, 2006
I was getting some paranoid thoughts on my way there. I had to ask myself how I would feel if there won’t be other students there and I might end up having a one-one orientation with the instructor. To my surprise and intense relief, I got there and saw a lot of attendees. At least I won’t be alone in my ignorance!
Again, I was surprised when the instructor started discussing the basics on how to drive a car. I expected that it would just be a briefing of the rules and regulations of the school. And it confirmed my fear that I am expected to immediately drive (crash?) the car on my first day of actual driving. Scary! Being eager to learn and do well, I took some notes. And I think I’m the only one who took down notes like I have an exam the following day. I asked the first question because I can’t help myself – I wanna know! My question? In manual transmission, why can’t you stay in one gear? Why do you have to shift gears regularly? Not a bad question, but as I would be driving an automatic, irrelevant. Still, nice to know, right? So after that, the other students asked their questions, too, while I was left to ponder in silence whether automatic is really the better option than manual. Both seemed complicated enough for me.
They said that driving a car is just like riding bump cars (sans the objective of bumping into other cars) and is relatively easy enough. Well, they forgot to tell me that apart from the gas pedal, brake pedal and steering wheel, I also had to deal with the use of the handbrake, when to apply half brake or full brake, when to put the car in neutral, how to turn right or left, what is an odometer and a tachometer, and about a million things I never really thought about when driving bump cars. Not to mention the various damages I might deal to the car if I don’t do some things properly. I sense a big bill coming up on my first maintenance inspection.
The instructor was very good at explaining stuffs; my ignorance level dropped a few points. He also got a good sense of humor – it took off some nervousness I felt. He kept on telling us to not panic during driving lessons and to develop self confidence. Easy for him to say…
Well, I think I’m good. I’m psyching myself up for my first actual driving. The instructor said that I’m insured, the driving instructor is insured and the car is insured, so, no worries. How cool is that? Any lady friends who want to volunteer to chaperone me? But you better have complete confidence in me since chaperones aren’t insured.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm overanalyzing things again and I hate it when I do that. It just complicates matter even more.
Life got a one sick sense of humor. Just when you're starting to feel comfortable, when you had your guard down - bam! - it would deal you a harsh blow. All of a sudden, the balance you tried so hard to maintain had been tipped, leaving you dizzy, dazed and confused.
I just need to forget what happened, that's all. Or maybe get some answers. I'm not asking for the moon here, I just need to understand why fate had to be such a cruel bitch.
Anyone, anyboby, please, I need to be brought back to my senses.
... you know I've seen a lot of what the world can do / and it's breaking my heart in two / cause I never want to see you sad, girl / don't be a bad girl / but if you wanna leave, take good care / hope you make a lot of nice friends out there / just remember there's a lot of bad and beware / oh, baby, it's a wild world / it's hard to get by just upon a smile...
Friday, October 27, 2006
Of course, I’ve always wanted to own a car (my dream car was a Rav4 and recently, a Mazda 3. But even my dreams won’t let me have these). But I’ve never seen the need to actually have the skill to drive because I the way I figured it, I have 4 brothers I can rely on to chauffeur me around (and if I’ll ever have a BF/husband, he’ll be the one to drive for me. Best reason to have a BF hehehe!!!) Also, I don’t think I’ll be a welcome contribution to the road as I’m too quick-tempered and too tulala to be left on my own devices on the driver’s seat.
So, one of my plans for the year was to buy a car. Initially, I’m okay with just a second-hand unit. Well, I suffer the worst of luck when it comes to scouring for the perfect second-hand car, not to mention that my being an ignoramus when it comes to cars (mags? Anong mags?) had me doubting whether I was really getting a good deal or not. So after 4 prospects, 2 heartbreaks (because 2 of these prospects I really, really liked) and lots of stress, I decided to just get a brand new car – but not after my dad promised to share with the cost (read: the distribution is not 50-50. Guess who got the bad end of the deal).
So now I have car (which will be released to me on Tuesday) but – no driver yet. I can’t really expect anything from my 2 older brothers as the eldest has a family of his own and is living far from us and the other is in Singapore. And I sure can’t get love from the 2 younger brothers who I sometimes have to bribe just to do something for me (and who wouldn’t even drop me off to Starbucks in their scooter). Which leaves me with no choice but to learn how to drive. (And here I would like to emphasize that I have 4 brothers and I am the only girl, the unica hija… yeah, screw that pampered princess dream. It would never ever happen in this lifetime.)
The excitement over a new car is slowly and deliberately being killed by my anxiety over my driving lessons. Driving is a skill, and I’m afraid to find out that I don’t have it and – Oh my God! How totally embarrassing would that be?! This Sunday would just be lecture – it’s the actual driving with an instructor that I’m not exactly looking forward to. Imagine 10 hours worth of driving lessons with a stranger. Yeah, poor instructor. Imagine being stuck in the road with a moron.
I hope this fear is just the same as the ones I felt in the past when I experience something for the first time: that the actual experience is less scary than when you were anticipating for it.
Wish me luck on my driving lessons. And pray for my instructor and the pedestrians and motorists I would encounter down the road, for their sanity and safety, respectively.
Create a new candle scent.
For ladies who want to attract the man of her dreams, I suggest pizza-scented candles. The best pheromone there is.
Name one way you show affection to others.
I like to pinch people's arms and legs to show my affection. Sometimes I even bite on the shoulders. People would rather have me not shower them any affection.
What is your favorite writing instrument?
When I’m just doodling or writing down some of my thoughts, any ball-point pen will do as long as it doesn’t blot. When I write special messages, I use jell-ink pens, preferably in blue or purple/violet.
If you were given $25 to spend anywhere online, from which site would you buy?
Amazon baby! I’ll buy those Foxtrot treasuries! Unfortunately, $25 is not enough for shipping costs alone.
Are you dressing up for Halloween? If so, what are you going to be?
I’m contemplating on wearing themed headbands for my nephew’s trick or treat. Depending on my mood (and guts), I might just go for it.
I would like to point out that this ‘he’ is not the same as the one I almost fell in love with. This ‘he’ is an old, old crush of mine. Not that I’m developing feelings for him again, it’s just that we haven’t really talked to each other the way we used to. Well, actually, we’re still not yet the same as before, but to hear him call me 'Je' again was like saying that we are okay, even after all these years. And it was a nice highlight after a very stressful day.
You might think I have this weird fixation with what people call me (because I had quite a lot of entries on this subject), and yeah, I guess I have. Maybe it’s just the memory I associate these with that made some of my nicknames special or that the sound of my name coming out from someone’s lips isn’t always the same if it comes from someone else. Jela coming from a stranger sound so presumptuous (like, hello? Close tayo?). Maybe it's just making a big deal out of it, but for me, what you call me and how you say it says a lot about us (naks!).
I know I’m not really making my point clear here, so don’t mind me and my stupid thing with my names. I’m just happy to be called ‘Je’! =p
Sunday, October 22, 2006
That's my fearless forecast for this season and I'm sticking with it after watching tonight's show.
No, Ryan Cayabyab did not become a wannabe Simon Cowell. On the contrary, he did the very thing that I had always wanted the Idol judges to do: help the finalists become better singers by giving honest, constructive criticisms. He actually told Ken upfront that he brought about the ouster of Drae and Raymond [although the same can be said of Jan, Miguel and Jeli].
I think Mr. C had prepared his comments for tonight in advance as he was not really commenting on the performances but just gave general but helpful, expert comments. I can actually feel his frustrations at the way the show is shaping up, which is the battle for who has the most resources.
Me thinks that while Mr. C knows that this is more of a popularity contest than a real search for the best, he never expected that the votes will be skewed to those who are, uh, more moneyed. Well, you can't prevent the finalists' friends and relatives to vote like mad for them [I know I would have done the same], but the problem is that the show doesn't really have a lot of viewers at this time and the casual viewers, even if they can discern who is the best among the finalists, are not even bothering to vote. It didn't help that it is too expensive to vote.
But how can you turn in more viewers if a mediocre singer will be crowned as the very first Philippine Idol? Oh, the horror.
Wency Cornejo was also very honest with his comments. Pilita Corales is totally useless as a judge as she knew next to nothing about rock [if you could really call tonight's theme as rock]. I would have accepted her ignorance of the genre, if she didn't come off as too condescending with her comments.
Please, for the sake of all things good, please listen to what Mr. Ryan Cayabyab said tonight and vote for the worthy finalist.
And in other news, the sight of Reymond in the audience is making me go squeee! I'm officially in love with this guy. [even if he's a bit too soft...hehehe...]
Friday, October 20, 2006
“You have a horrible sense of time, did you know that?”
“Sige na, kid. This won’t take long, I promise.”
“Why couldn’t you have told me about this earlier? At school? At the jeep? While we’re eating lugaw?! How important is your kwento ba that it can’t wait until tomorrow?! Koi, madaling araw na kaya? I have a graded recitation tomorrow. If Nanay sees me on the phone…”
“Will you shut up first so that I can finish my story?”
Sigh. I’m not entirely sure I want to hear this story. “Fine. Fire away.”
“Kid, I can always count on you to be honest with me, right?”
“Okay. Do you think Julia really likes me?”
“Julia? Who the hell is Julia?” As if I don’t already know who Julia is.
“Apple. Do you think Apple really likes me?”
“Oh, so now you’re on real first name basis already? Does she call you Francis now? Don’t worry, you’ll always be Kiko to me.”
“Will you stop with your side comments? I’m serious, kid. I don’t know what to do about this. I haven't thought of anything but her. I haven’t felt this way since…”
What in heaven’s name is that?! “Haven’t felt this way since…? Who are you kidding? You never had a girlfriend before!”
“No, kid. You see, back in high school…”
“Wait a minute! You mean to tell me you had a girlfriend back then and you never told me?! When did this happen?!!
“Ssh, kid, let me…”
“Don’t shush me! Wait, I know. I bet it was in second year when we had that nasty fight and you spent a lot of time with Carole…”
“No! Carole’s not my type, she’s…”
“Yeah right. Okay, it was in third year when you hang out with Mike’s group. They had really corrupted you…”
“Hey! I distinctly remember you swooning over Mike’s ‘mysterious eyes’…”
Did he have to remind me of that?! “That was before he two timed Michelle with Melai…”
“Whatever Michelle told you back then is not true…”
“Fine. So tell me about that precious anonymous girlfriend of yours in high school who’s so significant you couldn’t even tell your best friend who she is…”
“Don’t call me that!”
“I have the better right to call you baby than your moron boyfriend Christian…”
"For the last time he is not my boyfriend!”
“And why do you let him call you “baby”?!”
“None of your business.”
"Oy! So now you're not my business?!”
Shit. “Well, it feels good to be called something special…”
“I call you ‘kid’. Isn’t that special enough?”
My God. Why can’t we ever have a normal conversation? “You know what? I want to go to sleep now. I don’t want to discuss anymore anything about Ju-li-a or that first girlfriend of yours…”
“Hey kid! You’re the one who started this!”
The nerve! “I started this?! You’re the one who called me in the first place!”
“Fine, I give up!”
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?!”
“Why did you keep secrets from me?”
“I’m truly sorry I ever had this conversation with you. Go prepare for your recitation. Don’t stay up too late. Night, kid.”
How dare he hang up on me! I’ll never ever speak to him again. I’ll have him banned from this house. I hope he got injured on his game tomorrow. I hope Apple dump him big time. What did he ever see on that girl?! Stupid people!
to be continued…
(my attempt at writing a short story after a long time. wholly unedited version of this fictional conversation going through my mind. I’m not exactly sure where I want this story to go or if I can really follow through. I don’t even have a name yet for my protagonist! hope you like it. =p)
Wow, this is kind of hard. Sometimes I think that the worst songs of my fave artists are pretty okay compared to the best of the artists I loathe. Hahaha. Kidding.
Bitiw (Sponge Cola) – just as I said before, I think this song is very much appropriate for use as theme song for fantaserye. I’m not entirely wrong, am I? Now it’s the theme song of this show in Channel 2.
Taralets (Imago) – it’s catchy and very LSS-sy, yes, but it’s, I don’t know, too commercial? Aia’s haunting voice is severely underutilized here.
If Tomorrow Never Comes (Elliott Yamin) – I’m not sure if this qualifies, but this is my least favorite performance from my favorite American Idol finalist.
I really can’t think of any other songs right now that will qualify as the worst songs by my fave artist. I’ll just enumerate the least played songs in my iPod from my favorite artists.
Find Your Way Back Home (Dishwalla)
Allison Road (Gin Blossoms)
The Unforgiven II (Metallica)
Come As You Are (Nirvana)
What is your favorite beverage?
I’m okay with just water to go with anything, as long as it’s ice cold. For sodas, I prefer Sprite or Mountain Dew. For my caffeine fix, it’s Caramel Frappucino from Starbucks.
Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work.
Lots and lots of papers, for whatever I’m doing at the moment or documents for filing
Lots and lots of post its and notepads – and when I say lots and lots, I mean this:
My iPod – major stress reliever!
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are?
9. Isn’t that an honest indicator of how honest I am?!
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why?
Shakespeare fanatics and devotees would hate me for this, but I find Stratford-upon-Avon as being too long winded. Let’s just change it to The-Town-Where-The-Greatest-Writer-Lived. Still wordy? How bout Shakespeare-Lived-Here? Okay, Stratford-upon-Avon will do.
What stresses you out? What calms you down?
Sources of stress: WORK, horrendous traffic situations, mall-wide sales, enrollment at driving school, my brother’s love life and my mom’s reaction to it.
Stress buster: music, malling, talking to friends, staring at the wall for a long time, blogging about what stresses me.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Some songs, no matter how much you love them, no matter how witty or catchy the lyrics are, are not meant to be sung out loud, like:
I don't want anybody else, when I think about you, I touch myself...
In other news, I found myself humming along to the tune of "Simply Jessie" (I love you, honey...). This development is totally unacceptable.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Anyway, I’m about to put that reputation in line. I won’t apologize for this, but I have this song on my iPod for quite sometime but it only came up on shuffle this morning. You can say that it was quite a pleasant surprise for me to hear this song again.
I hope to hear this song one day in the future when my knight has finally found me. cheesy, cheesy…
We're the king and queen of hearts
Hold me when the music starts
All my dreams come true
When I dance with you.
Promise me you're mine tonight
I've been waitin' lyin' tonight
While the lights are right
I'll never let you go.
Did I dream that we danced forever?
In a wish that we made together
On a night that I prayed would never end
You know it's not my imagination
Or a part of the orchestration
Love was here at the culmination
I'm the king and you're the queen of hearts.
Time will pass and tears will fall
But someday we'll both recall
Moments made of this
Did I dream that we danced forever?
In a wish that we made together
On a night that I prayed would never end
You know it's not my imagination
Or a part of the orchestration
Love was here at the culmination
I'm the king and you're the queen
In a once and future dream
Where the dances never seem to stop.
Okay, you may stop gagging now.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Damn it, people! Are we looking for the worst singer here?!
He was the best during Metropop Week. I personally think “Be My Lady” is a very cheesy song, but I didn’t care when he started singing it. The same I could say when he sang “I’d Rather”. This one I was able to watch live at Megamall and I tell you, from his first line alone (“I thought some time alone was all we ever needed…”), shocks! I got hooked! He captured the emotion of the song perfectly and he sings cleanly, without those annoying affectations, and he sings in tune (are the other contestants paying attention to what I am saying here? Sing. In. Tune.). I was also pleasantly surprise to see that he was kinda cute in person hehehe… Crushie crushie!!!
I kind of expected Reymond's elimination, after Drae got the boot last week. There are times when you want to be proven wrong, only in this case, I never got what I want. But even if I had expected it, I still can’t help but feel sad. Yeah, yeah, invested much.
Drae is out. Reymond is out. And the search for the very first Philippine Idol continues. Watch me not care.
(they say that next week’s theme is Pinoy Rock. WTF?)
Yesterday’s game between Ginebra and Red Bull and I found myself cheering for Red Bull. Not just for Cyrus Baguio but for the whole Red Bull team. Did the world just turned upside down?
Is this the end of my love affair with the Ginebra franchise?
I had been a loyal Ginebra fan and I never imagined that my falling out with my PBA team (if and when it comes to that) would be as… unexciting as this. I’ve always imagined that I will only stop supporting Ginebra when they do something really, really bad to get me angry with them. Not like this, when I find myself just cheering for the opposing team.
Well, truth to tell, I sort of predicted that my days of my being a Ginebra fan are numbered. It started with Jong Uichico’s appointment as Head Coach, because no other coach in the PBA pisses me off more than Jong Uichico (I hate Tim Cone, but at least I respect his talents as a coach. He just had the unfortunate job of coaching Alaska). I don’t like his coaching style, and I see no reason for them to replace Siot Tanquincen. For me, Uichico represent everything that is un-Ginebra; to wit, his utter lack of charisma.
In my paranoid world, Uichico uses deceipt, manipulation and black mail to encroach the Ginebra coaching job. Because there’s just no way he qualifies for the job better than Siot.
Disclaimer: the above statement is purely for exaggeration purposes only. In case the Legal team of San Miguel Corporation stumble upon this blog, let it be known that my opinions here have no value whatsoever and does not, in any way, diminish the Corporation’s and Mr. Uichico’s reputations. Just so we are all clear and to prevent any legal issues arising out of my paranoid ramblings.
Acquiring Rudy Hatfield, Rafy Reavis and Johnny Abbarientos were also moves that I never approved of (like the franchise gives a damn). Ok, so maybe I’m a little hard to please. But I think the inclusions of these players were done to make Ginebra the team to beat this season. Nothing wrong with that, especially if you’re the shareholders, but I want my team to be the underdog dammit! I don’t want my team to be strong in paper and then falter on their campaign as the season progresses, I want them to overachieve, to overcome tremendous odds. I want the never-say-die spirit – and you can only show that if you have your backs against the wall and not when most people think that it’s your competition to lose.
So maybe my arguments don’t make any sense. You know what? Forget everything I said above. All I really wanted to say is that I don’t think I’ll be supporting the Gins that much this season. I’ll still be watching, of course, but not just because of Ginebra. That’s it.
This basketball fanatic is just happy to be watching PBA again. (and I'm also thankful for channel 34 on the cable, the basketball channel.)
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
I refuse to admit that I like him. But the truth keeps tugging at me to acknowledge its annoying existence.
So why am I hiding? Because I think he's into someone else. And it just seem mighty disappointing that my first venture at love after a long while is bound to end up in a heartbreak.
But does that mean I should choose someone who shows he's every bit interested in me even if I don't have strong enough feelings for him just to avoid the ache of an unrequited love?
LOVE - I'm not quite there yet. But I'm on the edge and just a push will send me tumbling down straight into his arms.
To this person who’s been pestering me with text messages since Monday:
I understand that sarcasm is hard to detect when it is only written, or in this case, texted. But when I texted and said that I think you’re being mysterious by not revealing who you are, I did not mean that as an invitation for you to start being “mysterious” by texting me that you won’t divulge who you are if I did not answer. Your ploy might have worked, you know, the first time you did it, and I might think that you really are being mysterious. But three text messages saying the same thing (geh n nga sasabhn kna kng cnu ako…Kso d kna ngrereply eh..Byebye na…) after I didn’t text back, several “missed calls”, and more text messages to get my attention – I just need to ask: what part of my silence did you not understand?
Normally, I am a friendly person. Normally, I would play the “Guess who I am?” game if the other person on the other end does arouse my interest. And normally, I am attracted to mysterious guys. But you are neither mysterious nor fascinating and your fixation with my love life just doesn’t feel right.
And you know what? There’s just this weird coincidence that I also received text messages around the same time last year from someone purporting to be an old friend of mine who’s just as interested as you are about my love life. And another coincidence? You both called me “Jelai”. Oh no, we are not jumping into conclusions here, merely stating an observation.
Well, if it happens that you really are a legitimate admirer of mine (ehem), then I’m flattered by the attention. I am not trying to be hard-to-get, but really, your method of engaging a lady’s attention leaves so much to desired. I am willing to give you another chance and start over again, but you better start it by telling me who the hell you really are.
But if you’re neither an admirer nor a friend, I suggest you get a life. It’s not that that hard, you know. And some of us are actually doing it to be bothered by childish guessing games.
“ '**** ina boss!!! Make up your mind! It’s not easy to compute, make a schedule, draft a letter, have it signed by signatories and then ask me to repeat again the process about 5 times since yesterday because you can’t decide on what course of action to take!!! And this for just one fucking loan facility! and I have to do the same for another facility! Did you know that I haven’t been doing
somea lot of my tasks since Monday ever since you and all the higher ups decided that “wow! merge na tayo! let’s do everything all at once!” and conveniently forget that I alone do all the bank borrowing related transactions (sana naman maki-share ka, and making bola with the creditors does not count). I still have the daily cash position monitoring, external audit, month-end reports and the damn madugong merger transition period to deal with. Every time the stupid phone rings, I am just tempted to hurl it into outer space because I’m about thisclose to shouting “shut the fuck up!” on your face!
Sorry, but I just want to cuss really, really bad. I’m afraid if I don’t do it here, I just might spontaneously combust. so,
'**** NA SYET TALAGA!!!!!!! @#@!%$$#@*&%$$$@!#!!!!!!
Friday, October 6, 2006
The problem with working for a credit card company is that when I call a client/bank/any third party I have an official business with and the person on the other line doesn’t know me yet, they seem to think I’m a telemarketer offering them credit cards! (or worse, a collection agent reminding them of their dues) My declaration that I’m from this credit card company is almost always followed by an uncomfortable silence, and the inevitable “uhm, this is regarding what?”.
I should have probably included in my intro that I’m from the Treasury department but it seem too long-winded. Well, actually that’s not entirely true. To be honest, it afforded me some sort of amusement when my calls were greeted with some discomfort and second-guessing. Hahaha. I’m mean that way.
And guess what? Today was the first day when someone finally asked me out loud if I’m a telemarketer. “Uh, ma’am, are you calling her just to offer a credit card?” I actually laugh before telling him (him and his nice voice! I think I’ll call him again hahaha!) that my call is strictly business.
Sometimes you need a dose of madness to salvage a little bit of your sanity at work.
Name a song you know by heart.
Gosh, there’s just so many! The first song that comes to mind was Two Minds Crack’s “Upside Down”. It’s been a fave song of mine way back in high school and I still enjoy listening to it.
Maybe you don’t understand, our love lies lost but you’re still holding my hand, oh, and then you walked away, just as I, I wanted to stay… You’re turning me on, you turn me around, you turn my whole world upside down…
What will you absolutely not do in front of another person?
Pick my nose. Do a wrestler or fashion model impersonation. I do a lot of that in front of the mirror in the privacy of my bedroom. None were good impersonations, I must say. Which is why it should stay as hidden as possible.
How often do you use mouthwash and what kind do you like?
Once or twice a day. I use Astring-O-Sol freshmint.
Finish this sentence: I am embarrassed when...
I blurt out non-sequiturs. Or when I let slip that I’m ignorant on some things. I no longer get embarrassed when I fall flat on my face. It has become something predictable like the rising and setting of the sun.
What was the last food you craved?
Marshmallows. Colorful, fluffy marshmallows.
- Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2
- Sunday Mornings – Maroon 5
- Manic Monday – The Bangles
- Ruby Tuesday – The Rolling Stones
- Friday I’m In Love – The Cure
- Someday I’ll Be Saturday Night – Bon Jovi
- Saturday Night – Whigfield
I know I'm supposed to give 7 songs for all the days of the week, but I can't think of any for Wednesday and Thursday!
Thursday, October 5, 2006
So now I am his secretary?!
This, plus the fact that he hasn't returned yet the Metallica DVD that I haven't even watched yet, should translate to a big, big payoff come Christmas time [or probably an exemption from giving him a birthday gift heh.]. Or else, there'll be hell to pay.
Hello? You just reached his one and only sister. His very, very loving little [literally] sister, who's a bit infuriated with him right now. Just a bit I assure you. But you better make your message short or you'll regret ever calling him for the rest of your life! So, dude, what's your message again?
Do you think my brother would mind my little spiel?
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
i love fireworks displays!!!
My current heroes - the UST Men's Basketball Team. Let's all pretend that we can clearly see the players' faces from these pics!
And to complete the kasayahan, bands showed up to celebrate our victory with us!
Parokya ni Edgar
Parokya ni Edgar with Kamikazee - panalo 'to!!!!!
Other musicians who played were Sophia and Soapdish, but I didn't catch them because we had to eat our dinner.
I'll upload the links to some videos later. And a deeper analysis of UST's basketball journey this season will also follow [yuck, feeling sports analyst!].