Faith

Friday, September 30, 2005

There are no accidents in God's plan. Everything happens for a reason.

DLSU's Show Time

Sunday, September 25, 2005

It was game day today for DLSU and ADMU. With Tenorio's explosive start, I thought it'll go down the wire. Buti nalang, Yeo was in his element today. If only he were consistent, he'd be one heck of a player. Beating FEU is a tall order but I hope we'll win the championships again this year. After all, we were the underdogs at the start of the season and who would've known that we'd have a shot at getting the twice to beat advantage? Game 1 is going to be this Thursday. Grrr, I won't be able to watch the finals series in its entirety because of work. Hay, work is such a drag. I miss those days when I was still a student. Go Green Archers!

Saturday Sweat

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Nothing beats a good workout. I badly need a workout to beat and release work stress and most especially now that I've been getting a lot of "You've gotten fatter" remarks. In fairness, I concur, I agree, I second the motion, I accept. It has been ages since my last workout. I used to "religiously" run the treadmill almost everyday for at least an hour and a half. I would also play badminton every week. So joining the badminton tournament hosted by Xavier's Batch 71' - who were classmates of my dad back in the days - was actually a fresh welcome. I was hesitant to join at first since participating players are mostly males who obviously were out of my league. There were only four females to be exact. Heck, I would be pitted against more experienced players. Not that they were trained and all that but from experience, all men could generally hit and smash real hard regardless. These mac-daddies were already in their 50's and surprisingly, they were still in tip-top condition. Some of them can still play a mean game of badminton. As for myself, I may not have a deadly smash or drop shot but I pat myself on the back for at least trying. My strategy was to let the mac-daddies (especially the BIG or healthier ones, hehe) run back and forth or from one side to the other to catch the ball (or shuttle cock in this case). Except for that one game where we didn't score a point, I think I've somehow managed to play competitively in the sense that opponents wouldn't find the game boring or no challenge to them. This tournament was different because I barely knew anyone from my team and I'd play with a different partner each game. I wasn't the only "kid" in my team though. At the end of the day, I was exhausted but it was all good. It's nice to have events like these where everyone gets together - sons and daughters included - to play in the spirit of fun and camaraderie. No big prizes await the winning team, just pride and bragging rights I guess. UP NEXT: The ICA Alumni Badminton Tournament next week and this time around, we'll be playing with the mommies (hehe).

Wishful Thinking

Saturday, September 17, 2005

If only we had longer weekends...

and shorter working hours...

Half-Truths

Sunday, September 04, 2005

We believe what we want to believe. We think what we want to think. We refuse to listen. We stubbornly disregard what others have to say about us - most especially if it's something 'negative.' For me, it's a matter of filtering out the constructive criticisms from the destructive ones and figuring out how to use it to my advantage. The truth does hurt but sometimes we need to hear it straight out from others to whack us real hard in the head - enough to wake us up from our distorted illusion of reality. Sometimes we feign confidence in the hopes of measuring up to standards set or (should I say) imposed by society and of wanting to create a good impression. We hide our flaws, imperfections and insecurities under the disguise of false confidence and coolness. We reassure and comfort ourselves of our version of the truth to convince ourselves that we're doing more than okay. Perhaps we avoid the truth for fear of not being good enough or for fear of disrupting the status quo or whatever harmonious balances that may exist. We live in half-truths thinking that it will make everything seem better and cause us to feel and look good under the scrutinizing eyes of people we come across with. But the truth always has a way of haunting us until the bitter end or at least until it starts creeping out in the open. So really it's only a matter of acceptance. Accepting ourselves for who we really are and accepting the truth for what it really is - no matter how beautiful or ugly.