You Tell Me

Just because I do not talk much
Just because I look mataray
Just because I choose to have my own world at times

Does that make me suplada?

Just because I mess around
Just because I ride along with the jokes
Just because I am teasingly hali

Does that make me a flirt?

Are not those stuff I mentioned opposites?
So am I suplada or a flirt?
You tell me.

Whatever your answer may be, I will respect it because that is your opinion.
Then again, I know who I am.

I am just curious on why some people perceive me as such…
Do I sense insecurity… :)

On Starting A New Life

They say that success is picking yourself up after you have fallen and failed.

Defeat is really a tough pill to swallow. The thing what annoys me is that I know deep down that I could have performed waaay much better. It is useless to rant and be infuriated now. There is nothing I can do about it anymore. The moment has passed by already. The whole thing is just another addition to my pile of learning experiences. Oh well.

However, like what I mentioned countless times before, in every competition, there will always be a winner and the other. Too bad for my team that we find ourselves as part of the other once again.

I guess it would be better for me to move on. So today, I officially mark it as the first day of my preparation for my next tournament --- whenever that will be. I am still an athlete, thus I should be responsible enough and live as one. I hope that I will have the determination and perseverance to stand up for my declaration. So help me God.

On The Hidden Truth

A Townhall was held last February. One of the topics raised concerned the so-called crisis. The biggies did not deny that they had to let go of people however, they assured the people left behind that we are doing great.

The people came out confident after the Townhall with the knowledge that their careers are not in jeopardy. Then again, the biggies tainted the reality. They disguised the truth. Come mid of the month another wave hit the city. Theses outbreaks come monthly.

Now I ask myself, why do they have to lie? Why do they have to cover up the reality? Why do they have to put up the spirits of the people and eventually crush it? Do they do this to make believe that everything is going to be better since that is the only thing that they can do?

I do not know what to believe anymore. My respect, or what has been left of it, is quickly disappearing. In addition, I am in doubt if I would still desire to work for these biggies.

People tend to say things in order to avoid panic. Then again, the truth cannot be contained for a long time. Eventually the truth will come out. Once the hidden truth is revealed, expect people violently react and maybe chaos will emerge.

On Uncertainties

As the famous saying goes --- Nothing is certain. Having that in mind, I should make every single moment count. Another “wave” hit the city once again. Was it expected? On the other hand, was it unexpected? I honestly do not know what to think about the situation anymore. Another thing, I think it would be useless to think about the uncertainties. It would just bring stress and anxiety.

If my time is up, then bring it on. Carpe diem.

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A: Can we talk...
B: Okay… About what?
A: About you and me, what are we?
B: We are something you call *pause* complicated. You know my current situation… and I am surprised that despite all that you have been so good to me.
A: *inhale*exhale*
B: six more years to go.
A: Sorry
B: Why are you saying sorry? Sorry for what? You do not have anything to be sorry for.

Hay, why do I attract complications?

B: It would be still us right now if you have only answered me before.
A: Hah? Ambagal mo kasi.
B: *shocked* Anong mabagal?
A: Masyadong mabilis pala.

I honestly cannot remember if he courted me or when he declared how he felt. Unless, it was this incident.

B: You know what, I consider this as a date already.
A: *punches*

Please define what a date is.