Newfangled

You win, I lose.

In a battle of two, when both are perfectly matched with powers on the same level, ONE should always have to be defeated. There may be different reasons behind the defeat but the person who lost the game was never too weak. It may be of a mistake causing one to fall and wallow in the mud.

However, for as long as we live, there is enough time to win all the battles we need to brave.

Just like in reality, we play games; make mistakes; and get defeated.

But, why, of all the help a loser should deserve, everyone gives a piercing eye and a shower of back stabs instead?

I believe that in the recent battle I faced, I lost.

When I started to get so focused in every magical event which took place in my summer ‘09 adventure, an opponent had to boom a nameless catastrophe and tried to turn everything into black.

Of course, I never knew it was a game. But I knew it was a BIG MISTAKE.

I saw the big picture when I started to drop the most important details in my life. And yes, I was on the brink of getting broke.

When I thought that the make-believe was coming into life, I was thrilled and oh-so-willing to give up everything that was yet to come. A foolish idea – yet my stupid brain entertained it and embraced it without any doubt.

I was ready to loose everything just for the game.

I was ready to loose my best-est friend just for the game. I shooed him away almost everyday just to get rid of him. But he never left me. I turned into a pitiless best friend who selfishly thought of her own game. Yes, it was that harsh.

I was ready to loose my dignity; to face all the eyebrows to be raised so high and the bottomless gossips to pour when I get back and receive the trophy I longed to have.

I was also ready to loose myself. I was ready to change every inch of Sozina and turn her into Angelina.

I was totally brainwashed and blinded by the folly and balloons of joy from the game which only happened in a small screen – into the screen of my beloved cell phone.

I was selfish and so was my opponent.

I didn’t care and unknowingly did I play the game with the opponent’s fans happily watching me loosing the game.

I was almost trapped into the opponent’s arms – uhm, i mean, lair. But my BBF didn’t allow it to happen.

Fortunately, I never said ‘I won’ nor did I say, ‘I love you, my opponent.’

Believe me, I never did. I would refuse a million times or for as long as I could. I swear every corner of the world, I know I did not utter those LOVING words.

I just liked the game and that was it.

I was ready to join an adventure with the opponent but I never ever ever exclaimed that I would love to be in his game forever.

That is why I lost the game for being the first to say, ‘I give up.’

And he won all because he was the first to spread the news and intended to twist my line upside-down, curled and zig-zagged. It turned out, he was the first to give up.

Silly Billy. I should have known.

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But again, I tell you, Billy. I am a brave soul and I would do whatever I could just to let everyone know I was the first to loose the game.

LOL, and I am still lucky that I am capable to defend myself from YOU.

The game is OFFICIALLY over.

*Bump it*

I was shocked knowing that one of the poems I wrote during the first sem was posted on the official literary folio of our school.

I remembered that I left it somewhere inside the school vicinity. haha. Funny it is but I say it is the chheeeezziest and musshhhiest composition that you’d ever read among all the poems and proses that has been posted there. And it is also the only literary post that has been written in vernacular (cebuano). Thank GOD that they didn’t wrote the name of the person who really wrote it. [And I continue wishing that I didn't wrote my name in the paper where I wrote the poem]

hahaha..
Off I should GO!!