on a few beers
wuh.
3 beers in a span of an hour. all taken straight. more than i'm used to, at a pace previously unheard of.
anyway. there. a lot of stuff has happened since the last update, stuff that i can't mention for fear of [deleted] expulsion. i've realized what a double life i do lead, and how little truth i have in my life. i'm afraid that the lies between lies and half-truths and reality has blurred so much so i fail to distinguish them at all.
anyhow. i'm writing this slightly inebriated, so i guess that the coherence and cogency (is there such a word?) of this particular entry would be lacking, the relevance made up for by the relative honesty that only partially metabolized ethanol can give excuses for.
mavs lost, contrary to all my expectations. which was quite painful, really. i literally lost my appetite when i found out they had lost the series to the team that does not effin' deserve to be mentioned in my blog. for all intents and purposes, i strongly identify with the mavs... at least in the sense that the parallel the upm debate circle: everybody acknowledges that they are a team to watch out for, yet they always seem to fall short of the championship.
this parallelism is made even more obvious with all the circle has achieved (and i am proud to say that for once, i have contributed in some measure to my beloved org's success) this year. we've proven ourselves worthy of the recognition that we have worked hard to achieve over the years.
of course, the parallelism would be stronger if the mavs lost to, say, the pistons, rather than another finals virgin like the spurs. hehehe. but then again, no story is perfect. heck, nothing in this world is perfect. but then again, if you find meaning in the imperfections, if that is what you seek, then you find more meaning than you can ever have hoped to see in what your mind came up with.
i know i am making a horrible lack of sense now, but then again it's my blog and any discomfort you may feel at reading it is a fault entirely your own. you can always stop, you know.
another reason why the mavs loss cut so deep was that they were second best. i'm sick of being second-best to other teams and even people that i know (or at least like to believe) i can beat. this is not even about debate anymore. it's about things that are closer to home, but cannot elaborate on for fear of abject persecution.
haha. i make no sense. probably am more emo now than ever before. blame the seniors, but thank them nonetheless for their unflagging generosity.
dashboard confessionals
anyone, anyone
I'm not sure of
Anyone, Anyone
But I've got plans
I'm not asking
For everything
But sure I could
Use a hand
Get a little anxious
Sometimes you'll be gone
And I'll be left behind
Get a little nervous
Sometimes it'll be my turn
And I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost
And some staring from
The corner of my eye
Never really mastered
disinterest
I can't see how
The way you leave me alone
Makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won't ask you
To give up on the things
That seem to keep you gone
But I can be gone too
Feel a little sorry
Sometimes you're not here
When I am writing
Feels a little awkward
Sometimes you won't talk
But we're not fighting
You hold onto your secrets
And I'm not privy
To what is on your mind
I can't help but feel tired
So tired...
So tired...
3 beers in a span of an hour. all taken straight. more than i'm used to, at a pace previously unheard of.
anyway. there. a lot of stuff has happened since the last update, stuff that i can't mention for fear of [deleted] expulsion. i've realized what a double life i do lead, and how little truth i have in my life. i'm afraid that the lies between lies and half-truths and reality has blurred so much so i fail to distinguish them at all.
anyhow. i'm writing this slightly inebriated, so i guess that the coherence and cogency (is there such a word?) of this particular entry would be lacking, the relevance made up for by the relative honesty that only partially metabolized ethanol can give excuses for.
mavs lost, contrary to all my expectations. which was quite painful, really. i literally lost my appetite when i found out they had lost the series to the team that does not effin' deserve to be mentioned in my blog. for all intents and purposes, i strongly identify with the mavs... at least in the sense that the parallel the upm debate circle: everybody acknowledges that they are a team to watch out for, yet they always seem to fall short of the championship.
this parallelism is made even more obvious with all the circle has achieved (and i am proud to say that for once, i have contributed in some measure to my beloved org's success) this year. we've proven ourselves worthy of the recognition that we have worked hard to achieve over the years.
of course, the parallelism would be stronger if the mavs lost to, say, the pistons, rather than another finals virgin like the spurs. hehehe. but then again, no story is perfect. heck, nothing in this world is perfect. but then again, if you find meaning in the imperfections, if that is what you seek, then you find more meaning than you can ever have hoped to see in what your mind came up with.
i know i am making a horrible lack of sense now, but then again it's my blog and any discomfort you may feel at reading it is a fault entirely your own. you can always stop, you know.
another reason why the mavs loss cut so deep was that they were second best. i'm sick of being second-best to other teams and even people that i know (or at least like to believe) i can beat. this is not even about debate anymore. it's about things that are closer to home, but cannot elaborate on for fear of abject persecution.
haha. i make no sense. probably am more emo now than ever before. blame the seniors, but thank them nonetheless for their unflagging generosity.
dashboard confessionals
anyone, anyone
I'm not sure of
Anyone, Anyone
But I've got plans
I'm not asking
For everything
But sure I could
Use a hand
Get a little anxious
Sometimes you'll be gone
And I'll be left behind
Get a little nervous
Sometimes it'll be my turn
And I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost
And some staring from
The corner of my eye
Never really mastered
disinterest
I can't see how
The way you leave me alone
Makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won't ask you
To give up on the things
That seem to keep you gone
But I can be gone too
Feel a little sorry
Sometimes you're not here
When I am writing
Feels a little awkward
Sometimes you won't talk
But we're not fighting
You hold onto your secrets
And I'm not privy
To what is on your mind
I can't help but feel tired
So tired...
So tired...