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The nights are dark. There's eerie silence as bodies lie flat on the dark murky pavements. We expected moments like this. A lot of this kind actually. A murder like no other. A rampage that leaves every countenance unidentified. Embarrassed but expecting something like this to happen. Every night leading to bleak mornings. Red letters written all over the storied walls. Blood...

Alien who?

Siya nga ba? Seaba talaga?! O, siya!

First things first. Happy New Year! Well, am I too late to the party? Okay, there's 300-something days before Christmas, so then. This blog's been in deep slumber for quite some time. Yeah, laundry, chores and all. The usual.

The PBA was already on a high after Ginebra snapped an eight-year championship hiatus. But,  Leo Isaac Newton left us this footnote: What goes up must come down!

(Disclaimer: This is not a mesh of sports and politics.) Okay, moving on. Ooops wait, somebody insists: "You’re wearing black, there's definitely a political undertone on this post!" Now before we get deeper in this politics-sports-pineapple-pen debate, here is the real title actually: "Hashtag EJK: E nd J okes on K angkong " So enough using that creative imagination!

Another game day for Coach Aldin Ayo and his Green Archers. This time facing a former DLSU legendary coach in Franz Pumaren who’s been doing wonders so far for Adamson Falcons. What an interesting plot. Sure fun to watch!