C'est Moi

... ngayon at kailan man

kailangan mong malaman na ikaw lamang...

--- ogie alcasid

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para sa aking minamahal na ina

wait. i think that should read "life imitates literature." however, this maxim has certainly landed me in hot volcanic springs and my ass is toasted red with all talk in that direction. i'll leave all sane literature discussions for my classes next semester --- at least i get to tell any over-sensitive hotshots to just leave the classroom if they can't handle the heat.

it is possible, my friends, to learn valuable lessons from one of the most unifying events in our lives: SPORT.

when i was in university, it was great using the metaphor of the king eagle soaring the blue skies. today, homing in on my eyrie, the majesty and loneliness of the high-flying bird takes me on its wings once more.

three months before flying home to the land of my birth, my cyber cache of heart and soul becomes the truest reflection of who i am.

this little cyber writer has grown up at last. my own home. my own digs. freedom.

you are all welcome!

*i left pansitan. and found myself.

when i'm in distress, HE is always the first one to know. how i love him, not only because of this, but because he is truly beautiful.

it's been three days since i got back from roland garros and i still have not found the right things to say about my experience, only THIS.



while we're on the topic of my beloved tennis, check out my sports blog entry about two exciting players i've added to my impossibly long list of favourites . it's getting more crowded at the top!