september 23 2002
broken
i lost everything yesterday. i lost my bag to some desperate jologs person (enjoy my karate stuff that you will have no use for, and enjoy looking at my pretty face. may it haunt you forever, damnit.), i lost my pride and i lost the golds. take note. golds with an S. damnit. in kata, i lost due to me mixing kanku-dai and my chatanyara during my second round. it was an automatic bronze for me. but at least i was able to take revenge on mae ayson for beating me in kata in the last mega tournament. jeremy won the gold.

i lost in kumite too against jeremy in the finals by one fucking point due to my carelessness. major lecture from sir chino. i can't wait for sir rex's lecture. damnit.

i already mentioned that i lost my bag. inside it were my karate stuff (my new kimono, damnit.), my wallet and some junk i would only have use for. was it luck that i took his picture out of my wallet and put it somewhere else so it wasn't stolen? i don't know. but nevertheless, fuck him. him, who stole my bag and him who doesn't give a damn.

kwento lang, we were all hanging out beside the stage waiting for our turns to play. i needed a kimono for kumite and i was looking for someone to borrow from who was my size. he was the only one there i could borrow from that was my size. but did he care i was in great need of a kimono right away? no. he didn't even bother helping me look for my bag when even people i don't know was helping me look for it. (ei guys, thanks a bunch for helping me look for my bag pala: tito chad, tita rachel, tita mayi, tita menia, tita pey, mac, mark, kenneth, roschelle, jeremy, monique, raissa, javerri, sir miguel, sir sonny, sir rex, sir mark, muriel, aldrich and the other people. mondelo rin..) and he was just sitting there occationally moving when the people helping me look for my bag ask him to. that night, sir sonny told me "sorry, di ko nahanap yung bag mo." when he said that, i wanted to hug him and put him out of his misery. he also said "i wish i was able to prove to you everything i want to prove." believe me, he has. i'm thinking nga na sir sonny loves me more than he does, or did for that matter. if only i can learn to love him. damn this heart. love is such a primitive emotion. why does it exist? oh yeah, damn golbe!!! sir vince sent me this message that says:

inialay: sinu-sino ba ang nagakala na ika'y aking papakawalan. iyon ay ang aking kata-ngahan ..

bitin. nakalink yun eh. but until now wala parin yung kasunod. whatever. asa pa ako diba?

on a lighter note, mark lent me his kimono for the awarding. ang saya saya!!!=) and after my finals with jeremy, i was running around the backstage to give kenneth his water. i bumped into nico pinga's cute brother!!! nevermind that i hurt my head bumping into him. cute parin sya..=) nga pala, to the one who stole my bag. may you rot in hell.

spaced out at 10.29am