no sense to write that im bored. whenever ipost something, its sure to be either because ginebra just won or because im on my knees desperately begging for them




the tv's on a purefoods-redbull game. its a pain watching it, knowing that a draw is impossible.




im on the wait for a certain msg

days ago, itold myself not to expect replies, because, well, the conditions surrounding the exchanges were not really that business-like enough to encourage responses

waiting's not fun. right now, its excruciating





excruciating. rainier told me that a journalist must know when and how to use specific words during specific situations

dont use them just because theyre cute

okay. so professor gwapo may have said something like that, but it is still rainier's account that iwill discuss

he told me that when i super-reacted one time (over a Group Text Msg) about the tremendous sense of nationalism my co-ginebra fans were showing during a game against san miguel

he said that, maybe, the word "team spirit" will do, but "nationalism" definitely wont

isaid, hey, here at araneta, it feels like were all part of a single country

he said, its as if ididnt take PGC last year. then he asked me to remember what constitutes a nation

ididnt bother to reply anymore. iwas pissed, yes, but only because he was taking my semi-delirious statements about ginebra legally serious. (plus, caguioa was starting to explode)

imean, comeon, iwas at the Big Dome, with 14thousand something people, most of whom were sharing the same sentiments with me, with the place shaking with every scream everyone makes

why cant a figure of speech be forgiven just to allow a line of uncensored emotions to flow?


but ilove rainier, everyone knows that, even tho were not that close

the guy's cool, ready to charge to cubao with me at any given time as long as PF's playing



iwonder what im going to do the minute cojuangco announces that theyre disbanding Barangay Ginebra already



redbull won the pasyon on the tv. purefoods winning wouldnt have made much of a difference: id still have the box looking at my yawn as sign of my appreciation




ana had me comment on some love poem she posted on multiply. igot inspired, contemplating of coming up with one of my own to proudly stamp here

that was just a thought

im so sick of my words slurring into curses everytime they realize that theyre being used to concretize that feeling somewhere inside my chest

am so sick of them turning out to be much even uglier representations of me

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iwonder what word would be the best for this feeling









ginebra's going to play simultaneously with my PE on friday. the fates cant possibly get any crueler than that right???