I know it's a tad too late for this, but Happy Birthday Nickee Sy! Last Thursday, she treated the team to Yellow Cab, a tradition in the team that hasn't been carried on that much since most of the older fencers left. haha... I miss the tradition, that's why I chose to relive it during my 19th. Thank goodness someone followed :) There weren't a lot who came because the others were in class or trained at Ultra, but everyone (and I mean every single customer) in Yellow Cab that night was there because it was someone's birthday. Would you believe that there were three birthday celebrants that night? It was hilarious when everyone sang Happy Birthday at the same time! It was as though Yellow Cab was closed for one party. Thank you again Nickee!

There's another dear friend of mine celebrating his birthday today - Paolo Fermo! Happy, happy birthday my dear Kuya! He's been telling me that he has been very happy these past days, and I know why ;) I know that "happy" won't fit how he truly feels with the way things are going right now especially with that *ehem* special someone in his life, and I couldn't be happier for him. He's been a great Kuya, and for this birthday, I wish him more cheers to his already happy heart. More birthdays to come Ferms!

Let me share with you something I haven't shown to anyone but my best friend. I made a futile attempt to write a story last December 9, 2007. It's inspired by my huge crush on this guy, and I've never touched it again until today. I read what I had so far, and I laughed hard at the silly things my mind came up with at that time. Have a look:


Hurriedly setting my camera and tripod in place, I asked **guy's name here** “What are you doing just standing there?! Get your stuff and shoot!” I was too busy setting up to even notice what he said after:

“I’d rather watch you.”

Did I hear that right? I asked myself when I realized what he just said. Still holding my camera, I looked at him wondering if I did hear it right. He wasn’t holding his camera or his tripod. His camera was just hanging around his neck and his tripod was still folded on the grass. It’s as though he didn’t have any plan of taking pictures at all. There he was – just standing there with both hands in his pockets, siliently smiling up towards the dark sky. I couldn’t help but smile too, probably without noticing I did. And for some strange reason, I didn’t want to take my eyes off of him. No, not even for a second.


Completely useless right? haha! I wanted to hit delete when I read the 7 pages I had so far! I was about to, but I felt the urge to read it again. As I reread it, all the feelings I had at that time seemed to overwhelm me more than they ever did when I started writing this junk. I honestly got goosebumps thinking "oh my, so this what it was like"... I paused to think of what was going on, of why I felt like shifting sides of two extremes and continuing what I started with. I started correcting my typos, then adding a few words, then lines, then paragraphs. I wanted to stop, but I drowned in inspiration instantly. I sat in the same, uncomfortable corner for two hours, typing. I had an aching back when I got up, but room for more laughs.

I know I've always laughed at the idea of actually being in a relationship with this crush of mine. I mocked the idea at times, and so did my friends (what supportive friends). I never believed it could happen, and I still don't think so until now. I've said over and over that this guy is the type of crush that I wouldn't care if we end up together or not. If we do, then fine. If we don't that's fine too. It really doesn't matter. Thing is, I keep thinking "we can't like each other", but I still end up believing that fate could chance it's course. One year wasted on liking this guy is too much. Even the strongest heart gets weary waiting for nothing. True, I like him so much, and to be clear, I am NOT in love with him. Not yet, at least (where the heck did that come from). I can not fall completely for this guy, not in a billion years.

So... Shall the story remain unfinished, or shall I continue to write what may never be? Oh my. That doesn't leave me with much choice does it? Again, let's depend on father time to give us a hint. Please let it be something good.