It's been a while, since after i posted my emotional entry mixing in the bitter part of my past life with the legendary rivalry of Philippine Sports, life wasn't the same again for me. I know i was quite curious if my fantasy of creating stories, mixing the pain i suffer from reality will be combined with what i fantasized like college basketball cagers. After i posted the entry that was titled 'Arrows That Don't Bend' & other entries related on what will happen next to me in a class reunion if it's gone wrong, reading it at the back of my head, i suddenly thought about a story, related to the Ateneo-La Salle rivalry, if this happened centuries ago, when an Archer started to hunt for an Eagle. But what i posted on 'Arrows That Don't Bend' was surely a starter. I said i want to killed by a Green Archer using his arrow more than getting pissed in class. That was the beginning of a story of how the legendary rivalry in Philippine Collegiate Basketball began a new turn in my life. (Oh god forbid, what was i thinking about? But good thing a DLSU student said that 'Arrows That Don't Bend' is a sad but quite poetic blog entry that i did.)
God, i suddenly found out for myself that i was abused by a teacher verbally. After 5 years, the pain of what happened 5 years ago still remains & it affected me a lot. But i was just getting started to recover, like when a Green Archer aimed it's arrow on me, it hit on my arm & suddenly, there was blood, blue blood. I was fated to be along with the Blue Eagles, i found out the truth that the Green Archers are back to get the Blue Eagles. In real life, the girl who cried wolf last October 16, 2006 was killed by just 1 aim of an arrow from a Green Archer. A sign that La Salle is back to get Ateneo. A sign for me to redeem myself. I even wished on the day where an eclipse occurred & the day becomes night suddenly like the darkest day of my life began, i even wished i was aimed by an Archer's arrow instead of being verbally abused in front of everyone in class. But as when the light came back, i pulled out the arrow that was stuck in my arm, there were traces of blue blood, i was 1 of the Blue Eagles. The Archer's name is Simon Atkins.
I don't want to remember the pain anymore, maybe i could forgive the people who gave me pain. But in the zone of the bitter rivals namely the Ateneo Blue Eagles & the La Salle Green Archers, an aim of an Archer's arrow using the bow or the sharp claws of an Eagle can defy identity. I guess whatever stories mom told me about myself, finding out that my parents stayed once in Katipunan Avenue will tell me the truth that there was some blue blood rushing in my veins. 1 aim of an arrow & the truth is revealed.
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