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[Dec. 11th, 2006|09:43 am] |
1721H. back home typing when i should be watching the last band iac basketball game of the year. fellow female pals will not be watching so i'm stuck wondering what's going on with the team. did we finally win a match after a victory of so long ago, or does our status remain as the drum beating team of the ateneo, and not the drum beating team that can play basketball of the ateneo? i'm wondering right now if, in the thirty minutes that would have to pass before the game actually starts if ever it starts on time, some female would change her mind and decide to watch the game, text me, and move along on our way to the college covered courts where we can do what we do best: cheer. i'm only just wondering. i want to go and support and scream and shout, but i'll be the only girl and i'd only look like a stupid fan. i'll just ask what happened later, when the basketball players of the band go online. all i can do now is wait.
wonderfully, i am wishing the band good luck right now. fight and win the last basketball match. and i am sorry that i won't be able to watch them play - and they all play really good. and i am not kidding when i say that. i don't kid so much nowadays.
its funny and true what Bokonon says about how "All of the true things that I am about to tell you are shameless lies." brief history, by the way. Bokonon is the fictitious god Vonnegut created in his novel Cat's Cradle. read the book to get it, or search the ever reliable wikipedia for more information. back to topic. it's quite true what he means by that quote. there's always some lie to the truth we speak. even just a little. and same goes with the opposite. in every lie we speak, there's always some truth to them. and that belief is giving me hope right now. the hope that in that lie he speaks, there's truth. and someday, when he speaks to me of the truth if ever that day would happen, i'll know that in some way he's telling me of a lie he hides somewhere. so there is no ultimate truth and no ultimate lie. because for it to be a truth or a lie there is a basis, and the basis is its opposite. truth is to lie, lie is to truth. wonderful.
my brain got squashed by the chemistry homework she gave us. just the other night i was straining by brain cells trying to figure out if what i had done was the right thing to get that high mark. i gave up after some time, which is not in my nature, but when it comes to chemistry and/or math, i don't believe in perseverance. so earlier today i leeched off my blockmates heads and asked them what i'd have to do to get the right answer. in my brilliance, they told me, my answers were right all along. and for that i am grateful because that now means that i get chemistry, in one way or another.
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painfully wanting.