at one point in our lives, we are placed in a situation which fully defines our being. a moment when all our hardships and sacrifices blur in the background and we are forced to make a decision which ultimately changes the course of our existence.
in a few days, i will be facing a similar situation– our basketball championship game. yes my friend, it is an exceptional event that warrants such heartfelt and profound introduction. even more so than say, meeting panic! at the disco in person. ok, that’s probably stretching it out a bit. but seriously, i can’t freakin’ wait. i hope everything goes freakin’ well. ganbatte!
well, i’ve been swamped by schoolwork and sloth so i haven’t updated my blog lately. since i’m feeling a little guilty, here’s a quick update.
i’m officially a member of the univesity of the philippines college of engineering women’s basketball team. yay! i’m more of a second stringer but hell, who cares? i’m playing basketball twice a week and we have these really cute uniforms. kakkoii!😀
we have a short (two-hour) practice tomorrow after class and the cross-over semis will start on wednesday. we’ll be up against the college of science team. it’ll be a knockout match so it’ll be surely exciting. can’t wait! ganbatte!
start of the year usually signals the start of intrams for our school. my college, made up of the beautiful and need i say smart people of the college of engineering, is currently in the process of forming a team for every event including women’s basketball. the thing is i wanna join except for one major setback– tryouts start at 6 in the morning. six-freaking-the-sun-hasn’t-come-out-yet-morning. now, i’m all for college spirit but what kind of person in her right frame of mind would wake up at 6am just to play basketball? i couldn’t even remember the last time i woke up before six. well, maybe yesterday, but i had to review for my 8am exam. my point is, i am a nocturnal person and i haven’t been up before six for more than 5 times in the entire year. of course, not sleeping throughout the night and actually being up at 6 does not count. there- enough raving, i’m going to bed now. i hope my alarm clock is loud enough to wake me up. wish me luck.
after two weeks of pigging out, watching dvd’s, reading books and basically being a sloth, i’m finally back to school! surprisingly, i feel excited about it. i guess i was so used to the pressure of being in school that my body actually longs for it.
so school officially starts tomorrow and what better way to start the year but to have two exams?! yeah, two exams on the first fucking week! so much about loving being back o school. ugh.
i love having a QUICKIE with a VIRGIN. scandalous!
i’m not dead. i’m just taking a little time off. i realized that life is so much better living than documenting. nah, i’m just too lazy to write anything. anyhow, i hope to post a real entry soon.
as promised, this entry is about this guy i met on the bus. but it has been days (weeks?) and so i already forgot the details. so here’s just a rundown of what happened.
it was early in the afternoon and the bus was barely occupied. i chose a seat at the back so no annoying person would talk to me. i hate it when someone barges in, starts talking to you and you have to respond just to be polite and their stories just never end until you wish the bus could fly. so you see, i’m a very friendly person.
while i was basking on my seat reading a book- metamorphosis and other stories by Franz Kafka, a guy hopped in and sat across the isle. he was maybe a couple of years older and i assumed a college guy. he gave the impression that he reads a lot a books with his glasses and well, a thick hard-bound book on his right hand. i was trying to be oblivious of him until he started chatting me up. on normal days, my reaction would be a once over and don’t-you-have-anything-better-to-do-than-bother-me look. but I guess all the home cooked meals made me a little affable so i smiled at him. that seemed to encouraged him so he continued yakking up about kafka. now i don’t know much about Kafka, i brought the book more to intimidate people than for it’s entertainment value. so i just listened and came up with big words like magic realism and existentialism (thank god i still remember that from high school!) and that seemed to make him happy.
it was a relatively short trip-less than an hour, and by the time i had to get off the bus i was a bit sad. strangely, i enjoyed our little conversation. never mind that i didn’t get his name much more his number. i still can’t believe that he knows all these existentialism stuff but he totally forgot to ask for my name.
but hey whoever you are, i might not remember your face anymore but i will remember that day on the bus whenever i read Kafka. you should realize that you are conferred with a great honor. you are now with the same league as Tom Jones whom i fondly remember whenever i read Dostoevsky. his voice still rings on my ears while he wails sexbomb-lovely song.
Pardon my inactivity these past few days. I’ve been to my parents’ house for a much needed RnR. Nothing can soothe better than home-cooked meals and knowing that someone else is washing the dishes afterwards. I’ll post a real entry tomorrow- about this guy I met on the bus on my way back (wink, wink).
I have to get back on my paper now(darn, ergonomics!). And I still have to offer my adulation and songs of praise to the guy who made the ctrl-c and ctrl-v commands. Plagiarism my ass.
There is no action figure more deserving of a deluxe edition than the Son of God. This 5-1/4″ tall, hard vinyl figure comes with eight amazing plastic accessories: five loaves of bread, two fish and a jug for turning water into wine (not guaranteed to work for real). Also features “glow-in-the-dark miracle hands”!
*what cracked me up was the ‘not guaranteed to work for real’ part. but i guess you got to have a keen sense of the absurd to appreciate this. hah, life is so much interesting with stuff like this.
My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?
i know it doesn’t mean anything but so you know, i’m a recovering show-off, so bear with me.