karma alert

we lost by two points, for the second time. jeez, as if once wasn't bad enough. i suppose that we did deserve it, if you think about it. first off, we won the championship last year with one-upping ateneo as our primary motivation; feu was a civilian casualty. second, their record is decidedly better than la salle's this season. and third, there was that nasty business involving a fist to arwind santos' nape. for once, life is fair.

not that i particularly care about the 'honor' of being champion; i'm after the free food and cuts. some of my more animated friends will affirm that it doesn't matter if we're second to the last, as long as a certain blue institution is behind us.

while i'm on the subject of justice [or lack thereof], i musn't forget to relate certain unfortunate events that befell martin and myself last night. since this post is titled as such, it is safe to assume that the situation arose out of retribution for some evil [some would say "amusing", others would say "tongue-in-cheek", still others, "childish"] deeds on our part.

take note that ours was a sin of omission, not action - that blame belongs to reggie, who last i heard had his own share of tragedy. as for us, this is what happened:

around 920, martin and i were at vito cruz station, awaiting a southbound train. we passed the time by relating our respective adventures involving the various local public transport systems. by 9:50, we realized that our quips about the unreliability of the lrt had proved more portentuous than hilarious.

waiting was no big deal, really, except that the loudspeaker situated directly above us just then decided to soothe our frazzled nerves with a constant blast of ear-splitting feedback. by 10, we had stopped joking about subliminal messages, having lost our audience, who were either clumped around the exit stiles, or convulsing on the floor.

in a cruel twist of fate, it was discovered that one mayn't use one's ticket to exit at the same station one had purchased it from; the machine would reject it, and instruct the by-then-mostly-deaf patron to badger the station manager instead. said manager would then refuse a refund, stating that technically the trains were still in operation; instead, one had to give up one's ticket, and exit via the swing gate.

the problem here was that martin had used a prepaid card to enter, and was rather loathe to give up the 70 or so pesos left unspent. i bravely asserted my willingness to wait it out, if needed. our resolve lasted two more minutes.

arriving home at 1130, my mother inquired the reason for my unexpected tardiness. i replied that she wouldn't believe me if i told her.

as expected, she didn't.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 1:55 PM