Friday, December 12, 2008

The Fourth Man

If there is someone who deserves all the applause, all the good words and all the admiration, it would be Sir Tugas, no doubt.

He’s the man behind the success of this year’s team.

He had been there, from day one up until the last minute before we take on the stage.

He had been training us, devoting his time for us.. and even though his being so supportive kind of pressured us, there wasn’t any instance when I heard straight from him that we HAD TO win. He was all about giving our best, doing it for the school and for God’s greater glory.

Even after DLSU was announced as the year’s team category champion, even after holding the precious (and heavy) trophy, even after all the congratulations and the handshakes, it didn’t sink in, until I heard the emcee say, “this is the first time La Salle won as the Grand Champion”. And the sweetest moment was hearing Sir Tugas utter the words, “after years of chasing this, finally..”.
the coach and his winning smile

Of course, there are two other guys I need to mention. I was so intimidated by them, in the beginning, but they made me feel my contributions were essential to the group. There wasn’t any instance, in doing the 8 practice cases and the actual case, that we argued or raised our voices. It proved that we already knew each other- strengths and weaknesses. We complemented each other. And, of course, we enjoyed each other’s company. Well, at least, I’m sure I did.
(pic) making history

It was my first time to join a competition. I exceeded my expectations and I beat the challenge I posted to myself. It could have been beginner’s luck, or something else. But one thing I’m sure about is that Dex, Conrad, Sir and I worked hard for this and there is nothing sweeter than winning when you know you deserve it.

the winningest team

Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Have you ever experienced topping an extremely difficult, mind- boggling, even nose-bleeding exam without even looking at your notes or devoting the shortest time to review?
I haven’t, but I guess I know exactly how it feels. He sends me that feeling every minute. Having him in my life, even though I still can’t figure out what weird twist of fate made us cross path, makes me realize, somewhere, in spite of my imperfections, I might have done something right.
All these years, I am admittedly the one on the weaker end of our relationship. Don’t get me wrong. I’m neither the possessive, overly jealous girlfriend nor the too narrow-minded, wicked monster. I am understanding, patient, sweet and loving in my own right. But compared to his efforts, I would appear as the girlfriend who takes his boyfriend for granted.
That caused me to be intimidated by him. His thoughtfulness used to scare the hell out of me. For the shallow reason that I know I would never be able to measure up to his efforts. I used to question his intentions. I used to say he would soon get tired and transform to the exhausted, tired of courting and spoiling the girlfriend kind of boyfriend. I used to judge him as being too good to be true. But everyday, every waking day, he had proven me wrong. He never got tired. He never got pissed off. He never turned to the “normal” boyfriend.
As I’ve said, I used to be intimidated. But through years of him making me feel he is just as lucky to have me, I learned to let go of my insecurities. I buried the speculations and lived with the thought that, perhaps, I unconsciously do the kind of things he does for me. I’m no longer clouded with disbeliefs. Well, not the bad kind, at least. He still surprises me. He still leaves me dumbfounded. Often, actually. But, unlike before, I no longer question his intentions. I just relish those moments he makes my heart melt and just allow myself to fall in love with him over and over.
I still don’t know how he does it, though. His tolerance level skyrockets, especially when he’s aware I’m stressed out. His Spoiler meter extends its limit, if there is a limit, whenever I’m bound to be a brat. Everyday, in our five years, he never failed to express not just that he loves me, but how incredibly much. Everyday, through small gestures, he mirrors how amazing his love is. And those smalltime surprises, the smalltime acts of love, when pulled together, sum up to a love so great some people could only dream of finding.

Back then, I feel so undeserving. These days, I feel over-blessed.

Manna from Heaven

Sometimes, when you’re touched by an overwhelming kindness, you feel intimidated and you allow that light to overpower you. But no, his goodness is different. It is sincere. It is unselfish. It is anything but commanding. He radiates compassion and love even when he has all the reasons to hate. He is honest, as always, without having to hurt. He cares silently. He trusts easily. Even when he always tries to be guarded, his goodness slips through the cracked walls of his heart

He possesses an overwhelming kindness. Everyday, I’m touched by it; deeply moved by it. And everyday is a struggle to do better. He makes me want to be better.

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