Farewell Post(?)

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And yes, my words tasted like chicken.

post-Valentine's err Singles Awareness Day drama

The chaos has ended.

Couples have kissed, flowers have been given, singles have cried their eyes out, and wallets have been sucked dry. The day every loveless soul dreads has come and gone. It's time to let the rest of the so-called "Love" month slip away in all its mushy grandeur. Time to welcome the summer heat.

But of course, for us lonely boys, letting the remaining days of February (plus the leap year's very own Feb 29) pass by like last year's New Year is one Herculean task; another cold (literally) Singles Awareness Day notched on our bland resumes. No one to hold hands with. No one to share an ice cream cone with. No one to sing songs of unparalleld mushyness to. (okay stop crying Alex, you're a grown man!)

Again, I would like to remind everyone that I am not desperate for a girl's love. Impossible as it may seem, I am actually busy with campus oriented activities (CX baby!). Yet, I definitely am not immune to sadness. And that corrosive sickness got through my constitutions once again last Thursday.

Thankfully, I have began to immerse myself in a lot of things, starting with my joining of Club Xientia, and rejuvenating my Christian faith. Yeah, loneliness may get the better of me at the most unexpected times, but at least I have activities to do to take my mind off these silly bouts of depression.

The chaos has ended. Fortunately I have survived Singles Awareness' unrelenting barrage. There are a few cuts and bruises, yes, but I did come out a clear victor.

And so begins another chaos.

Happy Singles Awareness Day!

He sighed hard. Realizing that swallowing the toxic fumes of his perfume was indeed ridiculous, he tucked in his shirt, arranged his already over-arranged tie, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then walked away. This is it, he thought. The moment of truth. The way to the wooden door was a long and arduous one, at least for the bludgeoned male. Even more laborious was the very moment he knocked on the door. He hesitated approximately 15 times (approximately because he "semi" hesitated once). His bulky fist was only a figurehead; he knocked with the subtlety of a whiff of fresh air. He knocked again, this time with (barely) increased intensity and (blatantly) increased nervousness. He waited again. And just as he was abut to take his second attempt at knocking, the door swung open. A lumbering, bald, disgruntled 50-something broke through the male's senses.

"Kanina pa siya tulog. Ang tagal mo kasi eh. Ala-una na kaya."

The poor loverboy cringed. At least the "in-law" was kind enough to tell him that. Stupid Nokia phone.

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The return of your regularly-scheduled programming

Trades galore. KG and Allen goes to Beantown. Kyle Korver goes to Salt Lake. Pau Gasol enters Hollywood. Shaq and Marion trade places. NBA TV can't get even more exciting.

Or so I believe.

Freaks, here's my lowdown of the top contenders for each conference.

EAST
1. Boston Celtics
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Ok fine. No question on the C's lineup. Theirs is a team that's as talent-laden as the C's of old (which back in the 80s, had their own Big three, in low-post innovator Kevin Mchale, center extraordinaire Robert Parish and the incomparable Larry Bird). And just when everybody thought that they're only a three-man team, in comes Rajon Rondo, Kendrick Perkins (who is a revelation in my eyes), Tony Allen, Glen Davis, Eddie House and Leon Powe (who now has a game winning layup to boast of. We thank you Leon for sparing the C's from an ultimately embarrassing defeat at the hands of the T'wolves). The first East finals slot is definitely locked in for Boston. There is no other team in the east that can handle their star-studded firepower.

2. Detroit Pistons

-Ok, maybe there is one east team that can handle Boston. Unlike the Spurs , Detroit has invested a lot in their future, signing up college stalwart Rodney Stuckey and UCLA ace Aaron Aflalo. Youngster Jason Maxiel has shown potential, and in 2 years' time, he may have everybody in Motown forget that they once had in their fold the most terrific rebounder/defender this side of Dennis Rodman. And let's not forget their always terrific starting five. Antonio McDyess is phenomenal. Rasheed Wallace is aging but is still the team's heart and soul. Tayshaun Prince is still the unheralded, always snubbed superstar who is perhaps the best non all-star player in NBA history eversince the all-star game was introduced. Richard Hamilton is going to the house jazz built not only as an east reserve but also a competitor in the Foot Locker three-point shootout (yes, that's how good a scorer Rip has become). And Chauncey Billups is as good a point guard as Jason Kidd, Steve Nash and Chris Paul. Just don't be surprised if they end up hoisting Larry O'Brien up for everyone to see.

3. Nada
-The Cavs are too Lebron to be a solid contender, the Magic still has a lot of polishing to do, and err..nothing. Let's just hope that Atlanta's young core wouldn't end up scattered all over the league in the coming seasons.

(2b cont.)

oh sh-- it's back again

Here it is again.

I thought I banished it a long time ago, but here it is again. And ironically, it's laughing straight at my face.

Loneliness. How much I loath it.

Or is it because Valentine's is just around the corner?

The past two years I have had someone to spend heart's day with, and both times were a blast. And with the way things are going, I will be spending that day without a female patner for the first time in three years.

I'm not at all that desperate for a girlfriend though. It's just that I miss the company of a girlfriend. The way she would just brighten your day with a simple text of "I love you." Or how you would actually refrain from playing DoTA just because you now have a valid reason for not playing DoTA and it's not studying. Or how you would just ligthen up suddenly despite a stressful day consisting of three failed exams just because she smiled, held your hand and said "It's okay, just do better next time." The list goes on and on.

Before I typed this post, I read something. Then, I remembered something. I thought for a while, cringed a bit. Then I began typing this post. And yes, I am talking about someone.

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Oh, how much I miss you. I really do. Please come back.

My humblest apologies for the emo post.

underneath the cobwebs...the spider waits..until he lunges again

My beloved patrons, I regret to announce that I may not post anything in my blog in the coming days, at least until this semester ends. There really is nothing much to write about nowadays (since 2008 just began) and as impossible as it may seem, I'm actually busy with a lot of stuff (reading internet articles for further references, studying for random exams, etc.). But there is a glimpse of hope. If one day I find something of considerable interest (coupled with the considerable interest of blogging something), I'd post about it as soon as possible.

Who knows, I'll find that something tomorrow.

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Oh, yeah. Watch out for my review of Angels and Demons, the 8th non-graphic book I've finshed reading. Hopefully, that'll bring some suspense to your nerves. Ü

ode to 2008

Memories are what make the past worth remembering.

Dreams are what make the future worth investing for.

And you are what make the present worth living.

Happy New Year everyone.