Natalo man ang PCU Dolphins sa NCAA championships, hindi maikakaila na maganda talaga ang Game 3 ng Finalskanina. Sayang lang di pumabor sa Dolphins. Mas maganda sana hehe para makatikim man lang ng konting humility etong San Beda. Tsk. Minsan na lang ako manood ng basketball talo pa. Tsk.

Ang galing talaga ng athleticism ni Jason Castro. Reminds me of Bal
David during the latter's rookie days in the PBA. Parang lamok yun sa bilis. Si Castro parang lamok na may dalang fly swatter dahil sa galing manapik ng bola. You've gotta give props to this guy for single-handedly trying to play fireman to trim San Beda's 20-pt lead at the start of the 4th quarter. Hindi ko na nga pinanood yung 3rd quarter kasi naiinis na ako kay Yousif Aljamal ng San Beda. Pogi sana pero pinapatay kami ni Aljamal sa mga shot niya. Buti na lang natameme sila ng bahagya sa 4th quarter.

I wonder whatever happened to Gabby Espinas today? He just didn't make as much of an impact as I thought he would. But what can he do, right? He can only play his game and the rest will be up to bad luck on San Beda's part. Sinwerte lang ang San Beda dahil kakampi nila ang shot clock pero kung marami pang oras, kahindik-hindik na katahimikan ang mapapala ng mga nakapula sa Araneta Coliseum.

Speaking of which, binili ba ni Manny Pangilinan ang buong Araneta para punuin ng mga nakapula? Or walang pambili ng ticket ang mga pobreng taga PCU? I highly doubt the latter. I think we weren't given enough time and chance to fill our side of the arena. Mas maraming Bedans, mas mayaman ang ABS CBN dahil mas maraming manonood.

Anyways, sa tingin ko, mas mabuti pang matalo ng mga 5 pts kesa sa 1 pt lang ang lamang. Nakakahinayang kasi... There's always a next time, right? I hope next year the rest of the NCAA teams will have found an answer to Sam Ekwe especially since Gabby Espinas will no longer be there.

You know what I really think? This is win is ultimately a thank you note to their scouting team. If only PCU will scout as well next year, then we'll give them another run for their money.

Go Dolphins Fight!

I'm suddenly back in high school, bact to hibernation mode. Oh well, sometimes non-action is good... But it gives me the goshdarn migraine attacks! I haven't had migraine in a loooong time and this inutility has welcomed it.

I fear I'm going bald. I fear I'm going to go blind. I've been seeing these floaters and flashes in my eyes that could well be retinal damage, if I'm to trust my hypochondriac instinct. I need to do something but these eyes prevent me from going anywhere and doing anything productive. This is probably the most unproductive year of my adult life. This frikkin sucks.
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I wrote a poem because I dreamt I was held hostage somewhere and all I've got was my tiny tiny swiss knife that I got as a freebie from Clair's.

Arrested by silence
Poor prisoner of the dark
Days no longer visit
The sun has lost its spark
A victim of desolation
Hopeless nights of fear
A recluse in the corner
Whose future isn't clear.
You cry of endless sorrow
You swim in piercing pain
You close your eyes for refuge
But even dreams are stained.
You listen to the music
Of your palpitation, and labored breath
Tomorrow brings no mercy
Only the foul stench of death.
Best you kneel in prayer
To a god who wouldn't listen
Than to wait every agonizing moment
Till they come to spell the end.

Dead Man Walking
Sept 13, 2006

"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all... For if you sit down and count the cost, well, there's no profit at all." The first line is a famous quotation and an Irish band called Del Amitri turned it into a song and they added the second line. So, is it true?

I honestly do not know what the fuss is about romance. Kill me if you must but do it after I have asked my question. What is romantic love rather than a hyperbole of emotions that will fade after the next few minutes? People who are in love get starry-eyed when they meet that somebody but when the rose-colored glass gets broken, they are left with a stark realization of the truth. It was a mirage. Love and romance is the essence of mind over matter. If you will it, you get it. Get it?

Say you define yourself as in love at the moment. You will do anything in your power to justify your feeling. Things will look better, days brighter, you will look like you've had the best shower of your life--and smell it too. The Bhuddist monks think they can prove the immense power of the mind by starving themselves for days on end by meditating. What they don't know is that they only need to be in love and they've got proof. What was ugly before now looks beautiful. The shady characters now have color. All because people want it to be that way.

Why do I say this is all about mind? Why not? What's the heart got to do with it anyways? It's a pumping machine. Your hypothalamus is in your brain. Now I'm no medical science expert but I think some people are just more predisposed to hypothalamus malfunction. That explains polygamy, depression and whatnot.

What is love but a big ball of garbage designed by Hallmark to make profit on Valentine's day. Ask people how they define love and they can't put two articulate words together. Suddenly, they have lost all vocabulary and turn to the one word that will disguise their problem: Indescribable. My arse.

I don't care for love, to tell the truth. I would much rather have respect and be respected. I would much rather have loyalty and commitment. I would much rather have honest friendship. All that will turn to one big ball of something when we turn 80 and can't say those three words that too many people wish they would hear but never actually say. Love, it fades. Friendship, that's forever.

P.S. Admittedly, if you read a Hallmark card, it looks much better to read, "I love you" than "I respect you". So just for the heck of it, much love to all you peeps who disagree with me!