Monday, November 19, 2007
I'm Bringing Sexy Back"I'm back, baby-doll!"
Months of hiatus later, I've finally decided to write once again. Feeling like a new-born child, I'm going to see if I can slowly get my groove back on (That sounded so lame. Hayayay). Even Michael Jordan's gonna be a bit rusty after a year on the injured list.
Anyway, it's been the most eventful couple of months of my entire life. If I just had it in me, I'd make an entire compendium of tales, twists, and thoughts regarding the traveling circus that is my life. Each stop, each show, different people come in to watch, to take in the experience. Some shows get more ecstatic cheers than a FIFA World Cup game, while some shows get louder boo's than a George Bush address. It all depends on circumstance and performance; factors I can control, and factors I leave up to the Big Guy.
It's funny though, this Circus' theme is Irony. The bearded lady doesn't have a beard. The lion tamer got eaten. The trapeze artist is afraid of heights. Yes. Life has been far too ironic not to consider the possibility of the universe conspiring against/for me. These past months, that stupid cliche that goes, "Everything in life happens for a reason!" has been the catch-phrase of existence. But in my Circus, we pay no attention to catchy lines and effective marketing strategies. We go for boring quotations that don't fit on signages and are such a hassle to read and have no recall whatsoever. In my Circus, the sign reads: "If you're truly honest with what you want out of life, for the most part, it gives it to you. Sometimes, in just really fucked-up ways.
No refunds." I can see the streamer now. Haha.
J's list of ironies:
It's ironic that...
...La Salle lost the games we came to watch, only to win the finals thereafter.
...I hit a kid on the road, almost killing him on the time that I drove ever so carefully.
...I'd quit smoking on a turbulent time in my life.
...we ended up in the Final Four on a marketing proposal that looked far too dubious in the beginning.
...my QPI's so high on a semester I worked so poorly.
...certain friends would only become friends again if certain friends would only become friends again.
...I'm changing the way I view the immediate future I had set myself so eagerly on having.
...he and I don't fight anymore the moment I stopped caring so much.
...I (finally) get the girl of my dreams when she's 7500 miles away.
...things aren't going the way I planned them to.
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Funny thing about ironies. It always happens when you think that something is it;but, upon further inspection, upon universal intervention, you find out that it's not it. It's something you never thought would be it, but is. It's like the universe sending out a quirky little telegram saying, "You have no idea." More often than not, ironies suck. They're like getting socks for your 7th birthday. But I believe that's just cuz we're far too narrow-minded and puny-brained to grasp the entire idea of an irony. Where irony ends, human nature is tested. How shall one react to ironies? One is caught completely off-guard, trapped in a cage with a Lion called Existence, ready to eat one up. What does one do? Through it all, one just takes out the whip, and puts on a good show and hopes one doens't get bitten.
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Forgive this crappy entry. Consider this my warm-up entry. Hehehe.
the adventure ended at 9:26 PM
