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the game,Saturday morning Volleyball fever has rubbed off onto my friends and relatives. Most of them were religiously practicing twice a week,seemed to be enjoying and made this sport a part of their lives for a year now. Hence for their 2nd season which the FSA has organized, they are vying for the  Ambassador’s Cup . This is one special occasion where in Pinoys of Geneva come together and watch their favorite team for two days. S omething that is definitely not to miss . I have promised my girls that we'd watched their Titas (my friends and relatives) play the game. These Titas got me all excited to watch them play against each other, all for the love of volleyball.   The Game So while my girls found their little friends, I sat in the middle  to have a better view of the court which was divided into three. The surrounding was vibrating with excitement and just being there somehow transported me back to my home country. There were food stands,offering Pin

by Elle First Love T he whole story won't be complete if he's not in it. He was my first love ever. The one who managed to tame my heart...my own Ampalayo. Up to now, I still get this giddiness whenever I think of him. We were classmates during college and it was not until our second year that he courted me. We were together all summer and so it was inevitable not to fall in love with him after that. Working right after college gave me independence but he was always there. He accepted my ever-changing moods. He stayed in our village and worked as a high school teacher. That's why every sat evening we would sit at the village's square, gawk at the passers-by, eat, talk or merely enjoy each other's company. We were in our usual place that night, sitting in a banc right next to a lamp post. We were sharing a coke and a bbq, enjoying the evening breeze when I told him about my plan. He was okay with it, I promised him that I'd be back after two years. Yes,

Though not a theatreholic, play and comedy musical fascinate me. It’s not only the décor or the ambiance but just being there, sitting and listening to the orchestra. Watching the artists make everything come alive. Then one magical afternoon I found myself once again in a theatre.  This was when  Grizabella made me cry . There's no denying the fact that this  CAT i s my favorite next to Rum Tum Tugger ,of course. As she started singing Memory I was transfixed by her pain. Her voice pierced into my being, as if I was part of her world and that the inner torment she was undergoing was also mine. Grizabella was eventually lifted up into another realm, I felt pain and relief.  Then it was the fi nale, applause, people slowly movi ng and heading out into a crispy late afternoon. T here was no photo-op with my fav orite cat but her voice was in my head, accompanying me from 50 street to 168 th and that's a lot of "memories".