El Camino Staff Softball Team Game 1

psychoverse: bay area sports edition april 2007

the past week has been a godsend for bay area sports fanatics like myself...

golden state went on a magnificent run to make the playoffs and played an amazing game 1 against the Mavericks in Dallas last Sunday

the Sharks finished off Nashville and are off to Titletown Hockey USA in Detroit...

and the Giants, whom many wrote off after the first week of the season, have righted the ship and are now 9-7 after starting the season 1-6... i went to the first 7 home games until game 8 was a day game and my job interfered... though I was sorely tempted with BART across the street and an afternoon prep period...

last saturday night was prom and that felt a little like a sport as i spent the waning hours hunting for college frat guys who kept trying to sneak in and seduce our young female students... thankfully, no major problems of which I'm aware...

but now for the most important sporting news:
April 24, 2007 began a new era in El Camino High history. The staff softball team, GOT WHAT?, played and should have won our first game.

We were the home team so the opposing team got to bat first and it started a little rocky as i think there were some nerves in a few of us, including me. I pitched a few wide and what apparently is considered deep to the umpire we had (more on that later). They managed to score two runs, but our defense played well for the most part. Strategy #1 in my pitching, get them to hit it to Will at shortstop.

Bottom of the 1st: I have to admit that I really didn't know what to expect from our offense. After all, this was our first game together. Truly, I believe having two practices in the past month with at least half the team there helped because we all enjoy getting sweaty and eating BBQ afterwards. Particularly, last Sunday... due to the muddy field all we really were able to do was work on hitting, which we had yet to do... So, of course, I believe we scored three runs in the bottom of the first. I even had to sub in for Vinski. Unfortunately, our team's first home run turned into a triple because Vinski pulled his quad and he had to sit the rest of the game, but that didn't mean he wasn't part of the team as he coached from the first base box.

The middle of the game went rather smoothly. I think it was the third & fourth innings when I helped make 4 of the 6 outs. The first inning a ball was hit just beyond my reach. The middle innings, our team defense held solid (and remember, we're a rookie team). Two balls were hit directly back at me and I caught them on the fly. Scared the hell out of me. I had flashbacks to when I took a shot to my leg two batters into our championship game over a year ago. That hit to the leg led to my vein bursting 3 months ago. A slow bunt like hit dribbled in front of the plate and I missed it at first but bare handed a throw to first just in time... love my first basemen, especially when they make me look good. The best part about all this for me is that I was worried about my leg at the beginning of the game. The first hit right back at me helped me to focus on the game and clear my head of anything else.

Their clean-up hitter happened to be a former ASB vice-president of mine back in 1999. He was able to get on base in his first at-bat, but while running to second, Vinski tried to throw it to Will covering and the ball hit Phil square in the back of the head. Their team even claimed we tried to take out their best player (although I give that to what of their other guys who realized I was trying to get him to hit it to short and he still managed to knock over it to Sanguinetti at second base--I took the challenge personally and I didn't get my pitch inside enough). Anyways, the odd part of the night is I struck out my former student twice... I think he was being nice by letting me look good... it helps also that i've played with him and know his style a little (he played on my Sunday night team two or three years ago). The second strike out was the first out of the sixth and that was huge.

Unfortunately, I think it was the 5th inning in which I lost some control. Here's the scouting report on me... after running the bases, the tendonitis and arthritis in both my feels and ankles flares up so much that I can barely walk. Tomorrow at work trying to teach will be painful. But you know, after having survived a kidney stone in January and a vein bursting in February, I'm OK with the pain. The batter I walked that led to them tying the game at 6 really pissed me off. The pitches were barely deep and I'm not really sure how the batter laid off them.

Now a word about my team. for the most part, we kicked butt. Considering it was our first game all together and not knowing how each other plays and scrambling to put a lineup in just before game time, the game was great. All I really imagined last August when Lipman and I (with an assist to Jusiak) said we were going to put this together was the opportunity to hang out. So maybe we didn't go to Molloy's after tonight's game, but we had fun. I think we all benefited from this, especially with the unknown status of our contract negotiations and a volatile English department meeting earlier in the day. A lot of played great. Marciano holding onto a ball at second to end an inning was key. Macapinlac, my battery mate (catcher) bats like she's a professional and I don't worry about her making a play to catch a relay in from the outfield to home plate. What can I say? Everyone is just awesome. Jusiak and Will fortifying the left side of the infield. I even made sure after getting two balls hit straight at me to get it hit to Bellar playing short. My outfielders get much action, but were sure-handed when they needed to be with only one ball getting hit hard enough by any of them. Team Momager Lipman got kept the lineup in order. The fans in the stands were loud and hilarious. There were alumni, students, parents, and co-workers all there to support. I just wonder what the video tape is going to look like when we watch it back. Maybe we'll even get some highlights into the DVD yearbook... wow... something to stand up to the greatness of our lip sync routines...

I look forward to Tuesday nights. And the season ends after graduation, and I love the idea that when school ends that it won't be the last time I spend with these friends. In the 10 years I've taught at El Camino, I have made wonderful friends and many have left over the years and I miss them all, but I am lucky enough that the people who've replaced them are just as amazing and now we all have something new to share together. I think I'm even going to be sad in two weeks when I'm sitting on the beach in Waikiki knowing that I won't be playing by their sides and instead have to stress over what to say in my best man's speech for my brother's wedding on May 11...

We may have lost game 1 and I did walk back into the dugout pissed giving up those final runs. But we played with fight and determination in the last inning and scored one run back. We don't give up and that's what makes us teachers.

Psychoverse Newsletter Spring Break 2007

Sitting On The Dock of the Bay

PSYCHOVERSE NEWSLETTER SPRING EDITION 2007

This issue’s theme song is Otis Redding’s “Sitting On The Dock of the Bay”

Once again, thanks to all of you new unknowing subscribers. This is the tale of my life basically in blog form.

LAST EPISODE:

Most of you found out that I was recently released from the hospital. 2007 started out bad with a torturous two weeks dealing with a kidney stone and then succumbing to the anguish of a vein bursting near my varicose veins and being diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. But before we return to our story…

ANNOUNCEMENTS:

1. Raven Aldrich is engaged
2. My first ASB President is engaged
3. Johnny Stella, our softball team 1^st baseman and youngest teammate is now 21, too bad it came after Lance’s bachelor party….
4. Two dear friends, Stephanie and Melissa are both pregnant
5. A different Stephanie is now dating a fellow lineman high school buddy of mine, Neal.
6. Happy Belated Birthday Karen! I still need to check out your place and you need to go to a Giants game.
   
7. One of our three family cats, Fluffy, the white one, died this week of leukemia

Segment 1 (for you SFSU people, doesn’t this eerily sound like GE requirements)

SO WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO MY LEG?

Surprisingly, I only missed two weeks of work, but I must admit that I probably should have stayed home another week. Yet my workaholic tendencies and my students’ term papers called me back to work.

As of now, I am not completely healed, but I am no longer having to bandage myself up everyday nor is Sheena having to stuff gauze into the cavity under the surface of my skin. Here are some pictures to help you gain an idea of what happened.

This is what the leg looked like before I visited the surgeon. It would constantly fill up with blood that would have to be drained every couple of hours.

Unfortunately, I have no video or pictures of my visit to the wound care surgeon specialist for that was a gruesome 30 minutes. The doctor examined the leg with all the blood drained which looked kinda like this…

you can somewhat see the white oval where the white blood cells are amassed just to the left of the flash reflection… this is important… here is where the surgeon decided to enjoy himself and suddenly take one of those cotton swab applicators that are about 6-inches long… and stab into the wound… over half the length of the swab entered the cavity below the entire infected area… The surgeon then proceeded to twist it around and open up a hole that looks like an area a bullet may have entered. The he squeezed the entire wounded area and forced out every blood clot he could. Gelatinous globs spewed out and occasionally jettisoned upward like Old Faithful. After a couple of moments he finally stopped to consider the pain I was in and asked if I’d like some kind of anesthesia—I yelled to just finish what the hell he was doing. Once he stopped getting clots to come out, he went back in with the cotton swab and swept out the cavity again. I felt really exhausted after the cleaning. I thought it was over, but then he gave me my options: A) stuff gauze into my leg and wait a couple of months for it to heal naturally from the inside out (I couldn’t let the hole close because the cavity was too large and the chances for infection too great) or B) he makes a 4 inch incision across the entire cavity and open up the entire infected area and let it heal bottom up but fully exposed to the air. He said the safest way to get it all would be to slice me open; however, he recommended the gauze treatment for that would allow me to return to some semblance of normal life much sooner. Minor surgery would keep me out another two weeks minimum, which would have interfered with my upcoming trips to San Diego and Scottsdale. So for the next 6 weeks, either my mother, Sheena, or myself filled my cavity with gauze…

The above gauze picture was taken mid February. This process continued until the end of March when the hole finally sealed itself, but I can still feel a small cavity beneath the region.

if you saw me during this time, this is what you saw… here I am at Scottsdale Arena

anyways, the leg looks almost back to normal. There’s a little indention where the hole was. I still feel the cavity beneath the skin which is a little odd, but I’m used to it now.

SEGMENT 2:

Less than a month after the injury, I had to travel to San Diego for my annual CADA conference. This happened to be one of the best conferences I’ve been to in 10 years. It was important to get some time to work with Ms. O on the advisor handbook project she decided to tackle. Major project, but it could have a big impact on the school’s co-curricular program. Also, I had the opportunity to visit Ms. Macgregor, who taught the past few years at South City as its activities director. The keynote speakers were by the best ever.

Mark Scharenbroich is one of the premier motivational speakers in the country. I first met him when he did an assembly at EC when I was just a senior in high school. Joy Collins and I greeted him when he arrived at the airport. Before the school had link crew, the freshmen used to have to attend an assembly on the first day of school, and here they would see a short video of one of Mark’s speeches which did include clips from a variety of high schools in America—including El Camino.

Scott Greenberg was hilarious. Everything from a song about how unappreciated activities directors are to incorporating leadership lessons from a Motley Crue concert he attended. He spoke to me on just about every level.

One of the vendors had a machine that had pictures in which you insert your face. You know, like those old ones you’d see in Circus Circus or Carnivals and our face replaces an athlete or wrestler. Here’s one of me trying to regain my youth. Incidentally, I still have a baby tooth in my mouth that was never pushed out. Keeps me young.

However, the conference came to a crashing halt when Nadia and I arrived at the airport. Our flight was delayed. We arrived at the airport at 7:30 AM. The plane had technical difficulties and Alaska Airlines kept giving us 30 minute updates with little progress. Apparently, it got to 5 PM and they did final tests for the new parts that were flown in (when they should have just flown in another plane)… the tests failed. Finally, after the first passenger blew up at about 6PM, which they should be thankful for that it took that long, they rebook our flight and transfer us to a United Flight that would depart at 8 PM, roughly 12 hours after we arrived at the airport. All I could think about was that I would have to fly again the next weekend to Arizona… speaking of which

SEGMENT 3:

SPRING TRAINING

Lance’s bachelor party weekend was something I had never done. This was my first trip to Giants Spring Training and it was HOT! I can’t handle heat. My flight left SFO at 7AM on Friday and by 1PM that day we were baking in the outfield lawn. I lasted 2 innings before I retreated to some shade behind the school board.

Friday night we all went dancing at a nearby club. And it had to happen… I bumped into someone I knew… actually a former student I taught in the spring of 1998. I had no idea Candace moved to Arizona to pursue a Master’s Degree, but there she was at the club. She wasn’t exactly hard to spot, since her group was the only other Asian group of people in there. Here’s a snapshot that she took…

One of the best moments of the trip was my brother getting to throw out the ceremonial first pitch on Sunday. But really, even better, I was able to see my cousin Brandon and his wife Guerrie. Special thanks to you two for coming to hang out and for bringing us to that Brazilian restaurant for dinner…. It was so good….

now Lance has a picture of his name on the scoreboard… but mine still happened at Pac Bell Park… but to do it again with that huge new HDTV in centerfield would be so much nicer.

SEGMENT 4:

So really, it felt like I missed a month of work. I was practically never there for all of February. So the weekend after AZ, May and Greg come to town to visit for a day and a group of us had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants Town Hall. I got to meet some cool new people who are involved in the film industry. Anyone notice how I’m always surrounded by beautiful women… I just need to appreciate my life more…

SEGMENT 5:

In the midst of all this traveling in early March, my cousin Christine calls me and invites me to a meeting the following night with State Senator Leland Yee. Lo and behold when I arrive there that many of the Leaders of various Filipino Community Organizations are also in attendance. Seriously, I felt like I was attending a clandestine meeting of the rebel forces (although who were rebelling against I have no idea). It took place in the back of a health organization’s office on Mission. What exactly was I getting myself into?

Christine, who works for Congressman Tom Lantos, told me in her phone call that she had heard my name being mentioned around lately. I asked why. And here’s the part that floors me. As a possible candidate for the Jefferson Union High School District Board of Trustees. Rachel P. Juliana was about to resign from her position to move back east, which would leave her seat vacant, though she did have a successor in mind. The objective of the meeting was to find a viable candidate, particularly one that’s Filipino since Rachel is.

Admittedly, I thought I might pursue politics one day when I was closer to retiring from teaching. But apparently, I have some doors opening for me right now. But not completely open, for last Friday the 13^th the Jefferson District’s office officially confirmed that I am not eligible for the position because the boundary ends at the bottom of my hill/street. This disappoints many of the people I’ve recently met. I didn’t realize at first what an ideal candidate I would make being of Filipino heritage and in the teaching profession. I have to admit that it’s very gratifying, flattering, and humbling to think other people who really don’t know me wanted me to represent them.

The crazy thing is I really wanted to do it. I have no idea where I would have found the time amongst all the other responsibilities I possess, but the thought thrilled me. In reality, I need to take my time and not rush into this. This enables me to slowly network and build a foundation for future political positions. People in the meeting are now asking me what positions I would consider since I do qualify for a Daly City city position, such as city council. Now I feel like I’ll be letting myself down, Senator Yee, Congressman Lantos, my cousin (who should be moving up this political ladder moreso than me), Larry Formalejo (vice-mayor of Colma) and my new club: the Filipino Democrats of San Mateo County.

Now to address those of you who are still reading this long… State Senator Yee is making a call out for younger representation of our community in the political arena. He remarked how his position and many others need fresh blood particularly because they will be all termed out due to term limits. Please make sure all of you are registered to vote. Not only will I be needing it one day, but also because of the lack of numbers who vote in the Filipino/Asian communities, the larger political groups don’t take us seriously. The example shared was how the Democratic Central Committee basically ignored all Filipino/Asian candidates for any office in San Mateo County and endorsed none of them. Now that’s partly our fault because we don’t represent ourselves well. Me becoming involved is only a small step.

I need all of you to vote and maybe consider being a bit more active, especially if the teachers in the South City District end up striking later this year. You may be hearing the strike talk about the Hayward district in the news as of late. We teachers in South City are getting closer to that outcome. I haven’t had an incremental raise, experience raise (which are supposed to be standard) since 2002. The only raise we got then was a bare minimum cost of living (COLA) increase. This negotiations don’t appear to be moving well and I fear teachers will not hold fast together and we will give in because none of us can survive a strike… I know how much we all make and I really don’t know how many can do to have shelter and food.

SEGMENT 6:

Sports Page—Giants baseball and the Teacher EC softball team

That was a horrible first week to watch at the Ballpark (I went to all 6 games), but it was very cool to see the former Giants all-stars to be introduced for the opening day ceremonies. Plus, my family came prepared…

Now for the staff softball team—I have to admit that at the beginning of the year I was so excited for a chance to hang out with my co-workers outside of the school. Unfortunately, many of us work in our classrooms inundated by students, meetings, and other responsibilities. It bothered me that I hated it but never did anything to change it. The staff climate seems to be adjusting somewhat now that there are Friday potluck luncheons in the teacher’s lounge, which really has been a ghost town for a couple of years now. Honestly, I’m almost never there because there is usually a Friday event to supervise in the courtyard.

I must admit I was jealous that Jodi played on the Alta Loma softball team in an adult co-ed league in South San Francisco. Why didn’t we have that kind of camaraderie? So, the bid idea to announce last August that we would form a team.

Despite the fact that almost all of us are beginners and have only a few clues as to what to do on the field, I am only now realizing again that the big issue here is not necessarily to win, but to hangout and maybe hit Molloy’s after the game every Tuesday night. I was disappointed that many of us are too busy to practice, but that’s the reality, right? I remember my Sunday night team took a couple seasons to gel before the championship game became an annual event in our lives.

I suppose it took the Sunday practice on April 1^st to bring this all to mind. Seeing people playing together with a BBQ pit blazing on the sides just made sense. I want to see these people more like friends bonded by our career and impending impasse in negotiations with the district. I wanted to be a Board member in Jefferson to help me understand how our own Board works and to see if they’re lying to us at all.

Our first game is April 24 and I can’t wait to take the field with my teammates. We’ll slowly learn the nuances once we have a season of learning the basics. The joy of the journey and even a night together after the school year is over. Hopefully, this will be an outlet for us all to relax and not think about students (except the ones heckling us in the stands until they remember we still have to give them a final grade).

SEGMENT 7:

You former co-workers and leadership students will recognize this. Here I am with my ASB President preparing for the lip sync rally…

This is why I need softball to recollect my bearings…

SEGMENT 8:

Spring Break

I spent it working way more than I should have. I walked into my classroom everyday of the break. I had to supervise commissioner interviews for next year’s leadership class. I’m thinking of adding new commissions. I’m also considering no longer producing a DVD yearbook. This year will be the 20^th edition. Realistically, it never should have been part of this class. Common sense leads me to believe it should be a Video Arts/Yearbook collaboration. I would prefer my focus to be on putting on the events. I always recommended that the DVD yearbook should be its own class and that ‘s closer to happening with the new Video Art elective.

I finally saw the film The Namesake directed my Mira Nair. It was a fairly faithful adaptation and it pleased me. You actually get to see Kal Penn play a very dramatic role. The author, Jhumpa Lahiri, even made a cameo appearance. You should all read this novel or her short story collection that won the Pulitzer, Interpreter of Maladies.

Last Saturday, my brother and Mary Anne had the family bridal shower at which the two families could get to know another. I was also notified that I would be the MC at the bay area reception and would have to write a poem for the program. C’mon, you know me, I don’t do love poems… maybe morbid poems… Oh well, if I screw up anything, I can always get it right at Jim’s and Joy’s reception… assuming there’s an opportunity…

Thanks for reading about my journey. I hoped no one was mortified by any pictures above. “My heart’s like an open book/ For the whole world to read”

(SITTIN' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY
- written by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper
- lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just three
days before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin
- #1 for 4 weeks in 1968

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

(whistle)

My Body Declares War on Me

Warning: graphic pics of how my body rebelled

Apparently, 2007 is the year my body has declared war over my mind and spirit. The body is winning.
Warning don't proceed if you don't like disgusting pictures of my leg, such as the ones I've posted before.
Also, this blog won't be long because i'm suffering right now just typing this.

January 31
I pass the damn kidney stone during my prep period at work.
This was a relief because it was a crazy week as I tried to juggle coaching, talent show rehearsals, and teaching.
I literally was making the track throwers do drills on the grass in front of the theater, while discussing with my treasurer how to check the errors in the pepsi bill.
I come home this night and the refrigerator is broken (still isn't fixed)

Feb 2
Ahhh Talent Show... another story in and of itself
more fighting with parents who couldn't get in because of the sellout

Feb. 3
Recovery
yet my groin was hurting... i thought it was just sore from track drills

Feb. 4
a huge bump grows on my leg... painful but tolerable

Feb. 5
go to work
way too much pain... it intensifies the more I stand
i call for an appointment to Kaiser during 1st period

the doctor takes one looks
sees the redness
and tells me that he is going to admit me into the hospital
i just thought i was going to get some pain relief for the infection
nope... i'm there until Feb. 8

maybe there'll be more details later
but here's what happened
a vein in my leg burst
it happens to be directly in the same spot in the leg where i was hit by a softball in the playoff game last year
the pain in my groin was actually a lymph node warning me that the area was also now infected
while at the hospital, I am also diagnosed as having Type II diabetes

here's what my leg looked like when i got home.... so this is after 4 days


i couldn't even have a blanket covering the area for it was so sensitive

this is on satuday. you can see the pus building because the white blood cells are fighting the damn infection



oh, yeah, this whole time i can't walk
i can't really do anything for myself and that sucks how much you take certain things in life for granted

here's sunday

the darker red area in the center kind of to the right and above the gleam is blood pooling
it later looked like a huge sac
it becomes so saturated under my skin that it starts to force its way out through follicles

my mother drains it and it fills up again in about 2 hours

it was probably a teacup full of blood
it was drained four times
i'm thankful it's exiting that way and not clotting underneath the skin

doctors told me not to go into work all this week... during rent-a-senior

so my body took the initiative and gave me some time off
more details when i have less pain

just a stones throw away

last wednesday, for some odd and fortunate reason, my brother happened to be over the house with his friend Keith. He noticed I was moving odd even for me. Some aching, throbbing pain was searing into my right kidney. After a valiant hour of attempting to ignore it and continuing my stupidity, Lance drove me to the emergency room.

It's never a good thing when you're the patient in the waiting room who makes all the other patients waiting uncomfortable. I was writhing in pain in my seat somehow holding the screams at bay. Thankfully, the wait did not add to the torture because I was called in after 5 minutes. I was given the last hospital bed for the moment is stall 22 (i interpret that to be a lucky sign). The luck continued when the nurse find my vein immediately, for it usually takes a few tries. Even better, the IV went in along with some morphine and some other drug to reduce the swelling in my kidneys. I was a classic kidney stone case. A couple hours later I was finally drugged enough to go home, but I did get my first ever CT scan (not as claustrophobic as I expected).

unfortunately, I missed school on thursday and there was no substitute available for me, but I did go in briefly to leave lesson plans. Three co-workers who have experienced the joys of giving birth and passing the stone all said that the stone was more painful. This does nothing to assuage my fears, especially because the stone seems to be moving so slow. The stone is near the bottom of my kidney and its been 5 days. It could take another week or so to pass and that's when the real pain comes.

Yet, Friday was another difficult day. I attended the funeral of Grandma Junio. She lived a good life. She was always funny and lived to be 97 years old. It was the first time I ever attended a funeral at Golden Gate National Cemetery, the one near Tanforan. It was kind of surreal seeing gravestone with people born in the late 1800s and the mall in the background and planes flying overhead.

The night should have been better because Lance was having a birthday party at Suite 181. And I love going out to dance. Alas, I remained laid up in bed nursing my kidney stone.

And woke up still in too much pain to attend the much anticipated fanfest at the ballpark. There were 20,000 people there and I was not one of them. I called Lance to see if he was going and I learn that after the party on his way home about 10 minutes away from his freeway exit... a car slammed into the back of him. First off, he remains in good spirits and did not have to go to the emergency room. He is supposed to get himself checked out medically tomorrow. But can you believe... a Lance and this other car were the only ones on the freeway at 3am. He was driving the usual speed and another car literally rear-ends him at full speed. Good thing my brother wasn't at a stop or forced into hitting anything. Then the car that hit him slows briefly and then runs for it. Those BASTARDS! But Lance did get a license plate...

so 2007 is off to a strange start...
hopefully when i see you all again, i won't be pissing through a strainer anymore waiting to give birth to a 3mm stone...

American Express Ad -- my version

American Express Ad

Well, one of my friends filled this out and told me to do the same... i'm doing this because he bets I won't do it because I never respond to emails... Ha! I'm posting my results...
Please feel free to comment on my list or your own responses

From the American Express Advertisement in Entertainment Magazine:

Point of view #1-the public mask

1. My name - Derek

2. Childhood ambition - Travel to Mars

3. Fondest memory - Sitting at the beach in Marina by myself

4. Soundtrack - My life soundtrack or from an actual film, hmmmm... So I Married An Axe Murderer; "Home Sweet Home" and "Here I Go Again"

5. Retreat - Fort Funston when there aren't too many people around

6. Wildest dream - the Nobel Prize for Literature... no, wait, that's still possible... winning an Olympic gold medal in the discus

7. Proudest moment - waking up everyday

8. Biggest challenge - waking up everyday; seriously, taking care of myself

9. Alarm clock - is set too soon... except now it's off for winter break

10. Perfect day - knowing my purpose in life

11. First job - scooping ice cream at Baskin Robbins

12. Indulgence - time

13. Last purchase - the DVD collection of Six Feet Under for 50% off

14. Favorite movie - Hard Boiled; Eternal Sunshine...; Star Wars; The Saddest Music in the World;

15. Inspiration - "The Touch" Transformers Sdtk; Maggie Gyllenhaal; Barbara Mori; Ennio Morricone

16. My life - has too much static cling and requires a tune up

17. My card - Is rejected

point of view #2- personal mask

From the American Express Advertisement in Entertainment Magazine:

1. My name - Psychoverse

2. Childhood ambition - become a Greek or Norse god

3. Fondest memory - first kiss

4. Soundtrack - "Speed of the Sound of Loneliness" Nanci Griffith

5. Retreat - escaping to Marina... if I can't get there quickly... section 138

6. Wildest dream - "to need" and find love

7. Proudest moment - admitting it was over

8. Biggest challenge - overcoming myself

9. Alarm clock - are the devil's instruments

10. Perfect day - wake up next to her at no specified time, sit at my desk and churn out the poem of the day, get together with friends over dinner to share anecdotes, and cuddle back up in her arms

11. First job - in a previous life my mother believes i was a priest and thought i would become one again in this life... apparently, teaching is close enough

12. Indulgence - a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream on a foggy night at the beach and everyone dipping in

13. Last purchase - paid for with my soul

14. Favorite movie - Cinema Paradiso, In the Mood for Love, Somewhere in Time; Love Me If You Dare

15. Inspiration - the themes of #14

16. My life - is semi-fulfilled, well more like a quarter-fulfilled

17. My card - Is empty and on the run

point of view #3-the teacher mask

1. My name - "P"

2. Childhood ambition - be an astronaut; but now that has kinda evolved into that moment in Contact when Jodie Foster sees the universe and says that they should have sent a poet because that's the only who could describe what she sees.... this way i can be both writer and scientist

3. Fondest memory - my first day in the classroom when a student was shocked to see me and asked if I was actually Filipino

4. Soundtrack - "The Touch" from the Transformers sdtk; "The Measure of a Man" from the Rocky V sdtk;

5. Retreat - going out of town

6. Wildest dream - teach my own children one day; maybe opening up a Comics & Collectibles store so I can sit and read and escape a few more times a week

7. Proudest moment - when a student says thank you; Eloquent Graffiti

8. Biggest challenge - overcoming student attitudes toward reading/learning/writing/life

9. Alarm clock - Is currently set for 6:00 a.m. ...

10. Perfect day - everyone turns in their homework; we have a great discussion that reminds me why this is not all in vain; and my veins don't hurt from standing all day

11. First job - My first day substituting and the class I had was at Westborough and my sister was in the room next door and asked me why it was so loud and crazy in my room

12. Indulgence - Breathing; " "

13. Last purchase - Little Miss Sunshine DVD; Lost soundtrack

14. Favorite movie - Un Chien Andalou; Shawshank Redemption; Rashomon; Say Anything; So I Married an Axe Murderer;

15. Inspiration - my fellow teachers and students

16. My life - on track

17. My card - needs credit

if you would like to see other masks, it will have to be in person...
if you want to see the true mask...

the past month

so here's the reader's digest version of the past month

plenty of out-of-town buddies swung through town even before the Thanksgiving holidays...

I ate at some of the top restaurants around San Francisco... you must eat the butterscotch pudding at Scott Howard... that dessert made my "what would I want for my last meal!" list...

had a birthday...
the club was great
even broke up a fight
cuz some drunk woman tried to attack one of my guests

my birthday was a day off from work "officially"
had lunch at Bettie's Oceanview Diner in Berkeley
had dinner at Koi Palace (first time there, actually)
had dessert at Lucky Chances... (official sign i'm getting old)

took my students to the Warriors game
where I was almost arrested for scalping tickets
because they saw me handing out 30 tickets
and a little cash in my hand

strange atmosphere at work lately
seems that the students, the teachers, and myself are all extremely emotionally disturbed...
too many details that can only be divulged in one-on-one conversations...

and now for the pics...


celebrating my sister's and my birthday at Rouge


mikey comin' out to party with us


teachers have lives too

a rainbow above El Camino... look how distinct it is from the camera on my phone.. you can even pick up the reverse second arch

i think raph actually likes to draw me more than himself...

taking a moment to reflect

so Saddam is convicted and it's announced just prior to our elections
as soon as the republicans lost... gas prices beginning to soar back up

SNL: Weekend Update:
in an ironic turn of fate, Iraq has caused a regime change in the United States

i've been blessed of late having friends near me... actually going out nearly every weekend to rediscover what makes life so worthwhile

and here's why it should be appreciated

i just found out a former student of mine who graduated in 2002 just passed away...
22 years old from a heart attack...
his funeral is tomorrow
it seems like a student at school or one i've taught has passed away each year for the past few years...

in a moment of respect & prayer
here's a bit about him



Peter Justin Manubay

MANUBAY, Peter Justin, born June 28, 1984 in San Francisco, to Dorothy Jeanne de Castro of Sacramento and Numeriano B. Manubay of Quezon City, Philippines. Peter passed away peacefully in his sleep in Berkeley on November 7, 2006 of a heart attack.

Beloved brother of Michael (Rian) Manubay. Devoted grandson of Meneleo (Nel) and Fe de Castro of San Francisco and Rosario B. Manubay and the late Pedro Manubay of Utah. Loving nephew of Imelda de Castro, Eymard de Castro, Rafael de Castro and Susan Anderson, Jocelyn and Alex Quintana of the Bay Area, Jeremias and Susan Manubay of San Diego, Generoso and Jenny Manubay of Las Vegas, Ponciano and Marieta Manubay, Ignacio and Julie Manubay, Pablo Manubay and Victoria Manubay of Utah, Ruben and Luningning Manubay of Idaho.

Peter is also survived by his adoring cousins, Isabella de Castro, Alexi Quintana, Kim Manubay, Ever Manubay, Arra Manubay, Julius Manubay, Samantha Manubay, Jasmine Manubay, Jeanine Manubay, Genson Manubay, Troy Manubay, and Tara Manubay.

A graduate of El Camino High School in S. San Francisco, he earned a coveted Gates Millenium Scholarship and was a senior at U.C. Berkeley. Peter was devoted to his family, cherished friends and fellow members of the UCB Asian American Association. A creative soul, talented writer and poet, he also played the saxophone and flute. Peter loved gaming, anime, and monkeys.

Loved ones are invited to join the family at a Viewing and Vigil Service on Monday, November 13th from 3:00 pm - 9:00 pm at DUGGAN'S SERRA MORTUARY, 500 Westlake Avenue, Daly City (650-756-4500). Please plan to briefly share a happy, memorable moment about Peter. A Rosary Service will be held at Duggan's at 7:00 pm on Monday. Duggan's is a few blocks from the Daly City Bart station.

A Funeral Mass will be celebrated on Tuesday, November 14th at 11:00 am at MATER DOLOROSA, 307 Willow Ave., S. San Francisco, (650-583-4131) followed by a Committal Service at HOLY CROSS CEMETERY, 1500 Mission Road, Colma. Please contact the family for donations in lieu of flowers.