Never Blame The Sinister Of The Ateneo Madness

Sometimes, i don't want to let my former classmates at COLF blame my little sister of the Ateneo madness i was on since 2007, once a life-changing decision which university to go upon the start of the college life is now the madness i entered just to have a better life, away from the troubles of the past. It's not like i just want to wear an Ateneo retro jersey from 2007 just to be ok if i was pushed to the limits to attend the class reunion with my little sister aka the sinister of the Ateneo madness since 2007. Like if i would know that i smell some trouble, top the orange-colored Meteor Garden tee with a blue-colored Adidas-Ateneo 2007 Ken Barracoso Jersey in Blue. But i guess i don't smell trouble anymore, it's now the time of forgiving, not trying to heal the wounds of the past in a wrong way like blaming the people who started the dark days. Like reading what i thought at the back of my head like i would rather be killed by an Archer instead of a Tiger. An arrow's sharp tip could be painful when it hits the target, but an Eagle's claws is sharp, equivalent of 4 arrows. It's like i convert the Ateneo-La Salle rivalry in the pains of my reality since 5 years ago, blending some basketball rivalry with some hints of fantasy from reading too much books of different reference types & watching different Power Rangers teams of different plots.

Yes, all of the Ateneo madness really drives me nuts, for 4 years even until now. The boys from a school from The Hill known as Katipunan Avenue & Loyola Heights is been like a lair of Eagles. My life after the darkest day of my life is been like an eagle took flight on the top of the skies, trying to give me a sign that the solar or lunar eclipse will end as the sun will shine again or the moon will return it's white light after being tinted in red. The darkest day of my life left a mark on me, wounds from a tiger's claw, but wounds left from the arrows aimed by the bow of an archer would be more painful. As i would know, i was trying to make up an unforgettable fantasy-meets-reality Ateneo-La Salle tale of my life from entering the darkest day of my life to getting in to the Ateneo madness. The Hill is a place where my life changed for the better, if i didn't know that if my little sister will go to the school by The Hill, i didn't know she will spent her college years at Ateneo. But what i haven't know is what my mom told me that on the year i was born, the boys from The Hill won their first back-to-back UAAP Tittle which it was duplicated 21 years later during the sesquicentennial year of ADMU.

Sometimes, i would rather find out the links of myself to the school by The Hill. What was it all about? Is it just fate or just by accident? One way to find out is to explore.