bacK iNto the B gamE

    SPI Badminton Tournament   June  2008

    "Oh my… Patay tau jan!" 

    Don’t get me wrong. I love badminton.  I am one of those people who was still so hot about the sport even after the badminton fever had died. And I admit, I miss playing a lot. So you must wonder about my reaction to the announcement. It’s just because… June is too soon, hehe. I can’t even remember the last time I played. My seatmate (also my partner in women’s doubles) and I were talking about our need to practice together and we noted that it has really been a while for me. I stopped playing even before another friend (a badminton buddy too) got pregnant; she is now halfway her pregnancy. Yes, that loooong.

    I am not the competitive type. But I do take pride in the things I do. Looking back, the tournament last year was a grand moment for me.

Let’s say… I flew, soaring with flying colors… I took home the bacon, topped with egg and cheese at that.  Yes, we won the gold! I entered the women’s doubles with Ge (the B addict) and the mixed doubles with Rhodney (the B henyo); I took home two gold medals!  Whew, buti na lang magaling partners ko.

    Now, maybe you can understand my apprehension better. I play for the fun of the game, but it is a passion for other people. And at this point, I guess I just have to level up a little to complement my partners. So, what am I waiting for… put on the gears and get that dusty racket… practice na!

    Actually, it’s not really about winning; it’s about playing the game, knowing you played it at your best, and feeling good about it.

    Game na!   

bubbLy

I’ve been awake for a while now
You got me feelin like a child now
‘Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place

It starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore
It starts in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

What am I gonna say
When you make me feel this way
I just mmmmmmmm

And it starts in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

I’ve been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
‘Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I’m comfortable enough to feel your warmth

And it starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feelin’ shows
’cause you make me smile baby
Just take your time now
Holdin’ me tight
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever you go
I always know
‘Cause you make me smile
Even just for a while

By myself

      For a while, I had been looking forward to being alone, just spending time with myself and doing this: writing about what I feel.

    Contrary to how others may see me,  I am a very private person, sensitive and emotional, beyond my light and bubbly demeanor. No violent reactions please, hehe. Former classmates, colleagues, and acquaintances must be surprised at this.  At a glance, this is JUANA: bibo, makulit, makwento, ma-joke, miss congeniality, bolera….

    But my friends, if they had ever tried analyzing me somehow, must have known this side of me. As much as I want to just be free of my burdens and share it with them, I just can’t. I guess that’s the way I am. Most of the time, I just get to share these things when a friend gets in the same situation or has a very similar dilemma.

    And that’s why I love writing. It’s my outburst to God. Strong as I may seem, at times I find myself helpless. It is when I put my feelings into words that I realize how real they are, then I get afraid of the things that may or may not come. When I write, I open up to God without pretensions. I just allow myself  to sink in my weakness… and then be saved by God’s kindness.

   They say that writing is a passion and that good writing is a gift. But gifted or not, I will write. This has been my outlet. It keeps me from going accross the border. It embraces my overflows, things that I can’t contain anymore, things that break me into pieces. And most importantly, it unveils My Reality to ME.

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priNsesa Juana

there is more to me than what the eyes can see…

i sing and i dance with grace
i work hard, i play fair
i laugh easily, i smile captivatingly
i can be candid even at difficult moments…
i cry at movies
i even cry harder when no one sees
i stumble…
i fall hard
but i get up fast
and i stand firm and tall

my faith can move mountains
my smile can hide my pain
my strength is anchored firmly
my heart loves unconditionally

complex i may be
but not complicated

one has just to feel my heart,
to really see what makes ME