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Dressed-up, butterflies in the stomach, heart pounding loudly…

The music started… Here it goes… It’s showtime!

As we made our first step, everything went abnormal. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know my actions. I can’t sense my brain working; as if I’m just a puppet and someone is pulling my strings. I’m not even aware that hundreds of people are watching our show. All I know is I’m happy; alive and proud. I can hear my every muscles shouting to dance. I can feel the energy coming out of my body – as if been stored for hundreds of years…

As we make the moves, I can’t stop myself smiling… parang buang J
I want this! I’m giving my best!
I don’t know who’s in front of me, nor behind me, or who’s at my sides. I’m making moves automatically, as if someone programmed my every action.
I love this! I’m at the peak of my confidence! Don’t care on the surroundings…

Haaaaaaaaaaa!

That’s our last position, our final formation.
My senses begin to work. I can see now the hundreds of people, I can see the judges, I can see our very own Daddy Raul. I can now feel the presence of each and everyone around me.
The show ended. What just happened?

We took our bow. That’s it.

Now I understand, I can’t feel my own senses because at that very moment, our team is one.
…and that made us the CHAMPION!

parallell and intersection

Parallel

I have known a princess (according to her ha...) for over a year. We started as a simple co-death eaters headed by she-who-must-not-be-named. I walked to her and begun, “Di ba ikaw si Febelyn?” …only to find out after a long talk, she is my long lost sister Narcissa.

From then on, we were like parallels, lines on the same plane, on the same angle; and literally speaking, having the same direction and course… just like parallel lines, you can’t call it parallel with the absence of the other line. hmmm… confused? example, direction toward CR, canteen, or sometimes home. :)

Intersection

Time came when our paths must change directions. We are no longer on the same angle, the same direction, same length (if it counts). Many commented that it will be the downfall, the eclipse, the end of our friendship. But no, i called it a detour.

The princess must go on a different direction, this is a must; A sacrifice, a risk. Only one simple explanation i could give, that is:

For so long we've been wandering and wondering why we are on the same plane but never meets, one took a risk. We might be on different angles and directions, this we gave up for us to finally meet half way.