While I was in Cebu...

...Ateneo beat FEU, in what Bud and Kevin's text messages described as an awesome, awesome game. 25 points from L.A. Tenorio, and a monster block on Arwind Santos by Japeth Aguilar. I wish I had seen it, and now I'm beginning to wish I were watching the Ateneo-La Salle game on Thursday. Looks like our boys are back in fighting form.

...Hong Kong Disneyland opened its gates to the paying public. I saw some news footage on TV and I was positively green with envy seeing people line up for Space Mountain. I love theme parks, and I grew up on Disney animation, so knowing that there's a Disneyland an hour-and-a-half flight away makes me giddy with delight. My mom wants to take us there in January but I foresee overbooked flights, hotels with no vacancies and long, looooong lines at each ride. Sigh.

...my brother joined a radio call-in contest, and he SANG on air. The only thing that would prompt my normally staid sibling to voluntarily make a fool out of himself in public: the chance to win the grand prize of a trip for two to New York to watch U2's October 8 concert at Madison Square Garden. Bens worships U2, so when he found out about the contest, he tuned in to 103.5 all morning, waited for the DJ's cue, and pounced on the phone. After several unsuccessful attempts, he was lucky enough to get through as caller number 11. By singing a line from "Sunday, Bloody Sunday," my brother became eligible for the raffle. Second prize is a limited edition U2 iPod, which I know he'd love to have as well. I hope he wins; otherwise, all he'll get for his efforts is me and Hanks snickering every time we hear "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" for the rest of our lives.

...Ms. Sia, my beloved ICA mentor and grand old dame of the English area, was confined in the hospital. The doctors are suspecting gall stones, but they won't find out for sure until they do the ultrasound. I hope it's nothing serious, and that she'll be back on her feet in no time (knowing Ms. Sia, she will be back on her feet in no time, if she has anything to say about it). I can't imagine the English area without its formidable coordinator. Get well soon, Ms. Sia.