Game Fez

After one whole week, the Vicente Hao Chin, Sr. Memorial Cup 7th National Inter-Scholastic Table Tennis Championships finally came to a close yesterday night. It was a nerve-wrecking, jugular-popping, heart-stopping experience from emceeing the ceremonies, printing out certificates, writing as a ghost-writer, counting prizes, counting scores, and playing our hearts out. And as much as I'd like to say I'm done and over with it (all this stress), just like how my other teammates are probably so happy and relieved about, I can't.

For some insane reason I was left to make the souvenir program. The souvenir program is something that is ideally given at the start of the event, something like a playbill you can buy before watching the play. But since this souvenir thing is to be given out two weeks after the event, I suppose it's something more like a scrapbook. A scrapbook that looks like a playbill. I'm supposed to have two people helping me, if what I remember is correct. But one is in Batangas and the other in Kalinga. I don't know. I guess I'm alone.

So yeah, here I am on break but stressing like I've got some major project breathing down my neck.

I just keep on reminding myself that I have at least one thing to be happy about: our team (Ateneo team B composed of Aneka, Ice, Iya, and Kim) won third place in the Women's Team event. No medal, but we've got a trophy!

photos by Analyn Yap

Confessions of an Ex-Blockmate

Clicking through photos, looking at wasted happy faces,
happy faces without my face to count among,
I am afraid that my friends have forgotten me.
Then this feeling of loneliness settles within my heart.

I've got no place to belong.

But I take a second look at their smiling faces,
A second glance and a second thought.
Then I say to myself -
Everything's fine, at least they're having fun.

I don't really need a place to belong.

Once in a while, some words are exchanged:
I miss you, I miss you too
But we both know
Things can never be the way that they used to.

I think I'm happy though,
even if things are like this.

I don't regret anything, the moving... nope, I don't.
We've had some memories, good ones alright
And I know we can make more of them,
In infinite, to be exact.

I just can't help it though
I feel a little bit sad now and then

Rory's turned one year some time ago
I saw the banner while riding someone's car, can't remember who
Had flashbacks of what we used to do, familiar faces warm laughter...
At this point I stopped, and held my heart

You can't turn back time,
you can only look forward to what it can bring
and to what you can do.

On our way home from a class trip
My new classmates were having a discussion in the car
Talking about someone, I asked who
He said a name -- an ex-blockmate of theirs

Then I wondered
Is that what they call me now too?

Wrapped and Ribboned

I think I know what I want for Christmas...

Brad Pitt's bike.

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If a star can do it, so can you.
Pick up a bike now why don't you.
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