Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
by The Counting Crows
They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot
They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot
Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT
I don't care about spots on my apples,
Leave me the birds and the bees - please
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Why not?
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing,
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Hey now now, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Why not, they paved paradise
They put up a parking lot
Hey hey hey, paved paradise and put up a parking lot
I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna givin it all away
Hey, hey, hey
Now you wanna give it
I should wanna give it
Cuz you're givin it all away, no no
I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna givin it all away
Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah
Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey
Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot
la,la, la, la, la, la, la ,la ,la ,la ,la
Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot
.:The Tournament:.
Didn't do particularly well with my tournament yesterday, and I didn't pay much attention to the details of my games, so I really couldn't write a tournament report for it. I went a horrible 2-3, as I lost to my mismatch of Workshop, lost to B/W Fish in what was a fun but not-so-well-thought-out game, and got swept by Belcher in an even more brainless game where we just played and didn't even bother to side out anything (Damping Matrix, anyone? ;) ).
In any case, it was a good day, and we had fun. When they asked me what a Pomelo would do for a living, they got a good chuckle out of the “tiga-liha ng sim card” reply. Fong was especially fun to talk to, as we kept on joking around with each other, since we were early birds who playtested for almost two hours to more or less cement the fact that Doomsday has an advantage over Food Chain Goblins.
Fong's girlfriend was there, and she was also nice to talk to and had a good sense of humor. I particularly got amused when the talk went to Mr. Ante, and she was just laughing at the basketball analogy when we got to talking about it. Jeff, Fong, Fong's girlfriend, and I were really enjoying ourselves with conversations.
I'll just do better next time, I guess.
.:And I Am Still Put On Ignore:.
My mom’s still not talking to me. Why am I not surprised?
The more the days pass, the more I realize the futility of this all…
.:The Wisdom Of Fr. Ferriols:.
It was fairly odd how Fr. Ferriols kept on interrupting his own lecture today to stare at a guy practicing tennis over at the former handball court in front of SEC. Inasmuch as it didn’t really have much to do with the lecture, Fr. Ferriols kept on referencing to the person practicing tennis, and talked about how the handball court is no longer even a handball court, but it’s been there since the 1950’s.
He then talked about a prediction that he had, but asked us to take it with a grain of salt.
In years to come, someone will see this old handball court and realize that it is so old. Because of the rejection of anything old, out come the bulldozers and destroy it and build something new. And then he would look on and smile- until he realizes that so many other buildings are old as well. The Xavier Administration Building. The Bellarmine Hall. All these places are old, too, and must be torn down. And by the time all this is done, the newer buildings such as SEC, CTC, and JG-SOM are all going to be old as well.
Everything will get old. Everything will have to be torn down. There will only be one thing that can be established that will never get old.
A parking lot.
And so, when the time comes, the Ateneo De Manila University will be no more. They will pave paradise and put up a parking lot. I am not the epitome of school spirit, but the thought of it all still saddens me.
And Fr. Ferriols then turns the discussion to despair, of how one can go from a disrelation of a synthesis to complete unawareness of this disrelation to an awareness and a desperate attempt to deny one’s self and to the climax of willing so hopelessly to be one’s self.
Let them despair in this culture of death. Let them treat euthanasia as a relief from old age instead of the atrocity to human life that it is. Let them treat suicide as a matter of convenience.
But in the end, after paradise has been torn down for the parking lot of parking lots, there will be an empty void. With all the lives who have succumbed to despair and have rejected resting in the Power that constituted them…
… there will be no cars to park in that parking lot.
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