rock again? XD

people say its noise, but i think its the best genre.. most of the music genre's focus on the lyrics and voice of the singer. but in rock, it's the combination of lyrics, voice and instruments. it's when the instrumentalist becomes one with the instrument..

rock

i love it. plain and simple. guitar, bass, drums, whatever. bsta rock. i looooooooveeee iiiittttt.

basketball

here i am again.. blabbering about my life.. well.. this time its about basketball. I'm a center, 5'9, 15 years old.(yeah, laugh all you want, but in our place, 5'9 is pretty tall.) but the problem is, i've got a body of a center but the mindset of a guard. i take more jumpshots rather than shots in the paint. come to think of it, i even take more three's. so most of the time when i ask for the ball outside the paint, my teammates won't pass it to me. and it gets frustrating sometimes. and i started to think.. should i do as i'm told? but that's not how i play. i prefer finesse over physical play.. but there's one event that i could never forget.. it was our PE period at school, and we were asked to play a game against 2nd year students.. my teammate, alex solitaria, and ex-varsity player and in my opinion, the most athletic player in our school, scored most of our points. but, what made the event so special to me was, for the first time in my life, i felt important. since we were playing against 2nd year students, i was able to grab most of the rebounds. the first time i scored in the game was when budge passed me the ball and my defender tried to steal the ball, i was able to dodge the steal and i took the ball as close to the ring as possible and i was able to sink a lay-up. but the second time i scored was the most memorable. the game was about to end and i was not satisfied.. i felt something, like a rush of adrenaline, i was able to anticipate a pass and intercepted it. i was dribbling the ball and i realized the defender running towards me.. as i moved closer i knew it was the right time. the defender was at point-blank range and i went for it... i faked a behind-the-back pass and he fell for it. i easily went up for a lay-up and left my defender confused.. as i was running back to the other side of the court, i heard this wonderful sound.. oh yes.. my classmates were cheering.. "damaso! damaso! wooo! GO DAMASO!"

EMO

damn.. i hate that word. i admit, i was emo.. yeah yeah, the wrist-cutting, suicidal, negative thinker. but now, i've realized that happiness is always a choice.. but now, i have a big problem.. my friends are sooooooooo emo. and i'm starting to get really annoyed.. they always think negative.. well.. i guess it prepares you for the worst.. but still.. the attitude of being emo really is annoying..

Perfect? maybe.

there's this girl.. and i think she's perfect for me.. but the question is.. am i perfect for her?.... she's small, funny, friendly, has curly hair, SMART.. but as i move forward she's taking ten steps back.. maybe she's just awkward? or maybe she hates me? call me emo, cause im preparing myself for the worst possible scenario. well, what can you expect? halos d na xa lumalabas.. and i think its because of me..