Badminton Tournament II: Lose-Lose-Win-IDK!

Despite my body protests to wake up, I still did; still not figured out how I will tell my parents about today's badminton game. Today is the part two of my tournament schedule. I'll be having four games for today: Game 6,10,12 and a standby game. To convince my parents to allow me to play, I sent a text message to my dad asking him to just pick me up from the badminton court so that he'll be assured that I am safe. He agreed. Conflict resolved.

The time of the tournament has come and the women's tournament was a big L. We lost to two games straight, for two sets only. But it's okay, we had fun and enjoyed the whole game. The win from the doubles made up for the previous loss. As for the last game, I don't know what's the result since it was converted to a singles match because of the absence of the other team's teammate. Kuya Julius, my mixed doubles partner, played on our team's behalf.

What's fun during the tournament is that my mom and dad came with my cousin Balong. My officemates got the chance to see how cute he is! :)

Badminton Tournament: Win-Lose-Win

It should be first a big thanks to the Father for making me recover from my virus last week. My cough and cold are gone and now I am ready to smash some shuts (my shortened term for shuttlecocks).

From the previous badminton games. Ü

I joined our company's badminton tournament. My previous schedule, which was last week, was cancelled due to my poor health condition. Gladly, the organizers re-scheduled me for this week; today and Wednesday. I almost forgot my game for today because we just returned from Laguna yesterday and thanks to my poor decision on what to wear I remembered that I have to play today. So before going to the office I decided to wear a ready-to-play attire and grabbed B'bee (my Dunlop badminton racket; named B'bee because its color is yellow and black, the same as the Transformers Autobot Bumblebee) then went off. I told my mom that I'll be going home late because of the game. They didn't know it will start by 2000H until 2300H as per schedule of my game which is Game 1, 6 and 12 (the last game). I'll be screwed.

Two hours before the game I called my dad, saying that I'll go home by 2300H. He was furious and that is an expected reaction. He said that he'll be tired and won't be able to pick me up after the game since he will be driving my aunt and cousin to the airport (they'll be returning to Canada). I told him I will try to switch games with the other players for me to leave early. He told me to update and him and once again reminded me to go home early. After the conversation, my boyfriend asked me what my dad said. I told him that he was unhappy about what I said about the game time. He told me to tell my dad that he will just accompany me home for them not to be worried. I told him if he's sure because I'm pretty hesitant since I know he lacks sleep and if he was to accompany me he'll go home late. He said yes, and I know he is.

We arrived at Smashville by i30 (Shisho's car) with Mitc and ate a sundae cone before the game. Our first opponent was Mitc and Sheila. Me and Ate Jamie, my partner, won. As for the mixed doubles game, my partner was Kuya Julius, we unfortunately lost to Kuya Ace and Ate Jamie. The last game was with Ms. Alia and Ms. Jen, and Ate Jamie and I won again. It ended by 2300H as expected and I also expected a disappointing text from my mom. As planned, Ray accompanied me home and told me to just relax and let my parents say their side then after, I'll be the one to explain. I agreed and thank God we both had a safe trip home.

For the past six months.

I wasn't able to blog anything for the past six months. There are a lot of things going on in my life and in my head that I want to share. It's just that maybe, the mood keeps pushing me away. Maybe, when the mood is right there, the resources are nowhere to be found.

What happened in the past months? I've graduated from college, I started working before graduation and I found new friends. There are a lot actually, and it is hard to phrase it all. I started earning money and started spending like hell. I've been inclined to badminton and table tennis, thus a sporty me was born despite of those past 13 years with no sport at all. I became addicted to Transformers and Marvel comics. I became a cosplayer to nurture my addiction to anime which started since I was a child. I became a model to display my "to be sold" cosplay costumes yet enjoyed and still hoping to have another shot on posing. Altering what I said lately, I just started to hold a DSLR camera attempting to be my dream of a hobbyist photographer. There was also this singing during noontime breaks which triggered to a secret channel in YouTube. Say hello to the software engineer who did it all.

There were achievements, experiences and mistakes. But I guess, I became someone different from who I used to be. Yet, I am still this emotional girl with too much sensitive outlook and habits. Despite all the things that happened that changed me, there is still a small part to remind me of who I used to be.

From her to him

December 15, 2010 - Cubao to Santolan train - 7:20 PM

The DownloadFest and the Afternoon Nostalgia

I was absent for the first time on my OJT today. PUP DownloadFest, an event organized by iBITS, was launched today and we were required to attend. There were some conditions implied by the organization, so I had no choice but to attend. Goodbye additional 9 hours of training.

Donn sent me a text message yesterday asking me to help him apply for our graduation. I agreed although it will cost me my half day at work. I left the house at 9 AM, only to find out that I will be checking my Facebook account at my father's office for four hours. Donn wasn't able to apply because he haven't received his registration card and he is a speaker in the morning session of the seminar. Despite my disappointment, I just did check my Facebook account. I logged in also on Yahoo! Messenger and found my officemate, Kuya Rhage, online. He joked about my supervisor, Sir Ryan, looking for me, angry. I had my lunch at S307, lasagna and burger. Did I say I'm on a diet? Well, I'm telling now. I am on a diet and my breakfast was a single loaf of wheat bread.

By 1 PM, I went to the Bulwagang Balagtas at our school's library. I saw Michelle (my co-trainee at Blast Asia, Inc.), Mafe, Ashley and Mady heading out of the place. They will be eating their lunch so I went with them since I am not sure if I have acquaintances upstairs at the hall. They had their lunch at a gazebo near the Linear Park which gave me: (1) envy of eating the food and (2) nostalgic memories. It was almost 2PM when we returned to the library but as expected, the seminar didn't start on time.

The seminar topics were already common since it was tackled in the Technology Festival last semester. The appealing talks in the seminar were the ImagineCup and SharePoint. Ashley and I were motivated to join the ImagineCup 2011 and to prove that, we are now looking for teammates and started the conceptualization. SharePoint is something I looked forward to, but there was a factor missing when it was being discussed that's why it lessened my interest. Even after the seminar, I've been thinking why was it coined as the "PUP DownloadFest"? To give an overall score to the event, I'll give a 6 over 10. If only the event was planned properly and the possible risks were anticipated, it would've been better. No doubt about how informative the topics were, the topics were applicable to the audience. It's just that there was something missing, and I believe it's planning. That's what I learned in project management. No offense to the organizers who will read this post.

The seminar ended at 5 PM. My classmates, initiated by Michelle, discussed about our upcoming Christmas party this Saturday. I went to my father's office right after. Tita Masing offered me a merienda of Titanic, a big bread sold beside Puregold Altura. But since it's nearing 6 PM, I said thanks but refused the offer. Instead, I asked my father to allow me to buy that kind of bread for my "baon" at work tomorrow. He agreed.

While I was walking to the campus gate, I realized that every place at the campus has its own contribution to my nostalgia. I felt sad, bearing in mind the situation we are both in now. When we were lovers we're at loss, and that's the reason we went back to the basics, as strangers. After this account, I went back to the campus, not realizing both hands are holding two plastics of bread.