SNAFU’s

SNAFU is an acronym believed to have originated in World II from the US Army.  It stands for : Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.

I guess the previous week can accurately be described as SNAFU! Tell me about it. One heartbreak after another, fuck-ups seem to crop in every direction.

1^st SNAFU : After celebrating a solid year of standing bravely on the wall to protect the interest of the Match Factory, team Charlie-India-Alpha personnel are relieved from active duty. Isn’t it ironic that your team’s birthday is also their death anniversary? A cosmic joke slapped in our faces.  For what reasons? I don’t care to know, because soldiers aren’t paid to think, we’re paid to follow orders. With that said, I play with hand that is given to me.  Will this tragic change affect the Match Factory? Most definitely, yes.  I am just waiting for the Sierra to hit the fan and we’ll see who won’t be ducking for cover when it does. Meanwhile, the former team-members return to their mother units but the fire in them will never be put out.  

2nd SNAFU : I was waiting for Wish Lanterns to fly up into the night sky for the “11-11-11” celebration with a pair of buddies.  The shaved-ice on the Blue-Hawaiian-brew cooled down our throats after a harrowing week at the Match Factory. Two hours into the countdown, we get a forwarded SMS.  The lighting of the Wish Lanterns which was estimated to have attracted about a 3,000 people was cancelled.  Foxtrot Alpha!  What the hell gives? It turned out that the organizer, a certain Banchetto was slapped with a local-government order not to release the lanterns in the interest of public safety.  Yeah right, talk about a wasted Friday night.  Here’s a double “Foxtrot Yankee” for the Banchetto folks who caused this fiasco. It is no wonder that the Pasig City Government kicked you out from Emerald Avenue.  You only know how to cook, serve food and leave a lot of trash in your path. 

3rd SNAFU : Since I did not have Pay for View, I listened to the AM Radio Broadcast of the Pacquiao-Marquez fight.  The pinoy ringside announcers did a splendid job of describing the action in the ring. All that one has to do was close their eyes and imagine the  blows given and taken from the two warriors.  From the account of the radio commentators, the fighting pride of the Philippines lost to a counter-puncher.  Was it a surprise? No of course not. The Champ was scouted time and time again. They already found the antidote if an opponent wanted to stay standing after 12 rounds of boxing. The solution? Counterpunch and back-pedal.  It frustrated the Champ and rendered his lighting-fast hand speed ineffective.  Then the decision was announced as I was preparing to go to Cartimar and buy a bike-helmet. The fighting pride of the Philippines won!  What the hell happened?  Well, that may have been from the point of view of the judges but I believe it was another Foxtrot Alpha decision influenced by the promoters.