On Life Without IT

My June 11 incident was a huge turning point in my life. In my almost 3 decades of existence, IT had been a huge part in my way of life. Patintero, piko, 10-20, land-water-air and agawan base were my recess during my elementary years. Eventually, basketball, badminton and table tennis became my lunch and my snacks. Basically, I sleep and breathe IT.

Despite other worldly obligations I made ways to attend to this yearning. There was something about IT that made my body long for more. Even if my body is ached I shrugged it off and continue. Then on one dreadful Saturday it appeared that my body took so much punishment and my knee told me to have a break.

Yet, being me, I tested my knee for another tournament. Success rate was obviously not met that led to frustration. I was able to perform but in the level I know I could have if my body was ready. Opponents got the best of me. Due to my incapability to perform how I know I can, I made the decision to take a rest to attend to my body.

Dark ages arrived. While my teammates and friends sweated it out, I was stuck at home resting or at rehab. The feeling sucked big time. But eventually I got used to living without IT. At least I did not have to experience the agony of defeat.

But is it worth living a life without undergoing the whole process of preparation, anxiety and the highs and lows IT brings?

On Morning Person

I am not a morning person. This is a source of tantrums and fights. I blame my parents and helpers for not waking me. I am always the last one to finish preparing. I am the cause of change of schedules due to my tardiness.

To avoid conflicts I promise myself that I will fix my sleeping habits. I should be in bed by 11pm. I should mediate before rising by 645am the latest. I should at least do some stretching instead of rushing to get ready for work. 

Sadly, this is one of the cases wherein a promise is broken. Sleeping before 12mn is considered early in my standards which in reality is already late for most. Getting up by 730am is a miracle. My sleeping hours is certainly one bad habit that I need to break.

Today I found an answer on how to be a morning person. Despite sleeping at almost 2am, I was up by 615am. My folks were surprised that I was ready to go by 7am. So what got into me? Someone picked me up for breakfast and dropped me off at work.

Yun lang pala ang sagot other than weekend early morning game days.

On Love Bug

I am never good with gift giving. For birthday and Christmas gifts, I usually give gift certificates or ask them what they want. Or if it isn't their birthday yet and they want something but have doubts of getting it, I get it for them and tell them it is an advance present. At least I know my money did not go to waste and that they appreciate what I got.

It is the time of the year once again. The time wherein couples flaunt their affections towards their partners. It is like Korea everywhere wherein whichever side you look there are peoples in-twos with googly eyes.

In my whole existence I have only been in a relationship once during the 14^th of February. It was hell. I felt pressured that I had to get something due to peer pressure and media. Thank God for friendly friends for their ideas and I survived.

I am glad that I do not have the trouble to go through that pressure this year. I just have to wear blinders to block out the ants all around. Then again, it would be a welcome surprise to hear your voice. A card with rose would be too much to experience heaven here on earth.

Great, the annual love bug has bitten me once again.

On Go Signal

You make me do things which I never thought I could accomplish. Even if I am tired, I find the energy within me to continue. Despite all the adversities I encounter I continue to fight. Some say I am crazy for wasting my time since you are a dead end. But what can I do, I fell in love.

I may be stupid for falling. Falling in love is so hard on the knees (literally and figuratively). I am currently under rehabilitation strengthening myself after the fall. I am excited for our reunion. On the other hand I am afraid. Sacred that things will not be the same.

I have the go signal to run. Now if only my knee would cooperate and let me run like a cheetah. For now I must train movement, not muscles. No pressure. When I am ready, I will be back. When I say go I hope and pray that you will welcome me with open arms.

On Catching Up

Hello champola!

What’s up ketchup?

How are you doing, kambing?

Hope all is well, shovel.

I am sorry, strawberry.

I am sort of restless cutest.

So long, pagong!

:)