current music: jazz played in the cafe

Somehow, I think gremlins are jinxing my days. I watch the game and scream myself hoarse while Ateneo gets bullied by La Salle, somebody uses up all the Nesquick at home (well, most of it really), I've got a project due today that I'm too lazy to start, I watch Team USA get punked by a bleach-haired shooter from Lithuania, I get left behind by my brother when he left for school, I lost my 100 peso Starbucks gift certificate my grandmother gave me, and my computer is STILL broken.

Galing no?

And somehow, I'm not too hot on appearing in that class. Kaklase ko pa man din si Chris Tiu. (and we all know what happened to him and how he missed the critical go-ahead open lay-up. hehehehe.)

And yet... I dunno. I'm not that angry.

No, I'm still livid at the Lasallites who went on to chant their "Burn Ateneans, Burn!" song when they won. (buti na lang wala akong shotgun.). No, I'm pissed off at my slave-driver for a teacher, and for the corporation who sent that virus to plague my computer. I'm angry at that, but not as heavily as I think I should be.

And I think it's because I stood up late last night watching the football (or soccer to you other heathens) match between Arseneal and Middlesbrough. My *new* favorite team in all of football, Arseneal clumped them 5-3!

And it was the most amazing display I ever did see! Imagine! A team coming back from 3-1 down to win it 5-3! Amazing!

Leaning on my bed at 2 AM this morning, I realized that the teams I really love watching are the ones like that: running purely on hustle and heart. Puso. Todo-bigay lang talaga. And it's because it inspires me to do the same. "Superior force" teams like the Lakers, FEU, et al are fun to watch sometimes, but can never get me into their game like an Ateneo, or Arseneal, for that matter..

But no, as much as I love football, and as much as it made my puyat morning worthwhile, banas pa rin panoorin matalo ang ADMU.

Cool yung "Drumline" routine ng Babble though! (sorry for the people at home. di ata pinakita.)

Edit: I'm still proud of my team. Imagine! Down by 30 points, and then hinabol mo yung lead to single digits? And considering most of our misses were shots that rattled out of the hoop, moral victory talaga 'to. I'm proud of them, as much as I'm positive there's an Archer fan there who felt deathly scared of that run.