7/24/2011 ‒
Bullet points on a basketball game

Yes, Kobe, we snuck the camera in.

I never watched a lot of live basketball. Sure, I watch some on TV when I feel like it, but I've only watched a basketball game in the face twice in my life. The first was when I was nine or ten years old, I think, when my dad brought me and my sister to an MBA game, where the Laguna Lakers lost to the Socsargen Marlins. The second was last night.

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7/22/2011 ‒
"I'm Misha Balangue, director of Oliver's Apartment..."

In hindsight, I should've taken everybody else's tickets.

I was worried that I'd be the first one to get to the CCP. That'd mean I'll be the one getting tickets for the whole group, which was already down one: Y2K had to pull out at the very last minute because she had to stay at the office. That'd also mean I'll have to contact Misha, who got all of us free tickets - my concern was, I thought she changed her phone number and, when the time comes that I have to ask her for tickets, I'd be calling nobody.

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7/20/2011 ‒
Misanthrope

A hater of humankind.

I expected the word misanthrope to have a slightly more convoluted - nay, slightly more academic - definition than that. A hater of humankind. It's to the point, but it's quite harsh, to quote the people who prefer to use the word dislike to express their, umm, hate of certain things.

It's one of those words I never encountered until I was forced to confront its meaning. Yes, I'm on the verge of going there, but I won't take that one last step.

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7/17/2011 ‒
I should be gay because...

Girls will not be able to break my heart anymore.

When I decide that I like someone so much that she deserves a slot in my handful of involuntary daydreams, it starts off a vicious cycle that ends with me hating myself for letting it happen all over again.

Sure, something may be completely off with my plans - the worst being that I never really leave the bench and enter the court - but my inability to actually act on my feelings doesn't mean I deserve to get hurt. I know what I can and cannot do. I cannot be like everyone else, or most of everyone else. I cannot come up to a girl and say I like her, more so in the past five years or so.

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7/12/2011 ‒
The hierarchy

I got a Google+ invite from Paw yesterday.

Technically I begged her for one.

I told myself a few days ago that I wouldn't mind being late on that bandwagon. After all, it took me ages to get on Facebook. (It took me ages to get on Friendster, even.) And then I realized that I'm being left behind by the most vocal proponents of "everybody else" so I decided to, well, to hell with it - jump on the bandwagon, see where it goes.

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