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Third Wheel. [06 Jan 2009|09:56pm]
I miss Kat and Carl. I don't mind being the third wheel to their couple-dom. I think we make a great trike.

If I gain weight in 2009, it's their fault for being too far away to bug me to going to Body Combat or Cycling. Peri peri Chicken's just not the same. Or Gloria Maris Dimsum. Kat's always telling me things will be okay, and that I'm doing fine. And Carl's always telling me why the last guy I dated doesn't deserve me. I wish I could say I helped them with their issues too... but they don't have any.

They're perfect together.

And Kat will kill me for this, or really want to put me on mute.... but she

WILL YOU GET MARRIED ALREADY!! (So I can be both Maid of Honor and Best Man -- the ULTIMATE Third Wheel! ... Don't worry, I think can throw both the bachelorette and bachelor's party ;p)

Here's a preview of the wedding reception picture.

third wheel
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2008. [01 Jan 2009|06:05am]
Okay. It was a bit more bittersweet than bad.  Looking at Facebook pics makes me realize -- there were a ton of good things.  I'm just hoping 2009 stays sweet and leaves the bitter out.

Oh such BS.
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2008. Over. [31 Dec 2008|06:55pm]
Sure, there's around 3 hours left.  Finally.

Below stolen from Des. ;p

What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?
Get left behind by a train in Shanghai... and have no place to sleep for the night.  Go to Bora with the girls.  Watch dolphins not in captivity.  Bring a guy to the hospital to have his finger amputated.  Drive my car at 140kph (I'm a girl, give me a break).  Go to a TV shoot.  Go on vacation alone.  Attempt to gamble. Have an intern.  Get confirmed.

Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Kept around 75% of it.  Will make a list again ;p

Did anyone close to you give birth?

Well, no.

Did anyone close to you die?
Close to the people close to me, yes.

What countries did you visit?
China, Singapore. (That list better get longer next year.)

What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?


What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

September 2008.  I aged 5 years.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Surviving the second half of the year.

What was your biggest failure?

Pretending it would just go away.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
Does a cold every month count?  That flu shot doesn't seem to work. hmmm...

What was the best thing you bought?

My watch :D

Whose behavior merited celebration?
Lotsa people.  They know who they are ;p

Whose behavior appalled you and made you depressed?

I really don't want to dig anything up.

Where did most of your money go?
Vacations (China, Bora, Dumaguete, Tags, Singapore, Macau); my watch.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My final post at work. Finally.

What song/s will always remind you of 2008?
Hmm.. tough one. Anything by Rihanna or Chris Brown or Maroon 5. Watched them live kasi.

Compared to this time last year, are you:
a. Happier or sadder?

Hate to say it -- sadder. 2007 was blissful ignorance.

b. Thinner or fatter?

Thinner.  Got really fat in Retail Solutions.

c. Richer or poorer?

Richer.  Thankfully.

What do you wish you'd done more of?

Spending more time out of the office.

What do you wish you'd done less of?
Reading useless stuff.

How will you be spending Christmas?

Ooops, well this is over.  The usual -- with the family here at home.

Did you fall in love in 2008?
Not quite. Almost.

What was your favorite TV program?

Gossip Girl. Ugly Betty. Dirty Sexy Money.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Yes. I hate some people.  I'm human.

What was the best book you read?

Read lotsa stuff this year.  I particularly loved "The Other Boleyn Girl" by Philippa Gregory.  The movie doesn't do it justice.  And most recently, "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand.  "Kite Runner" was good too.  There are a couple of tralala books too, but then my list will get too long.

What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Pierces!! You have to listen to "The Secret"

What did you want and get?
I wanted to finish the MT program.  Well, that's done. 

What did you want and not get?
A long trip.

Favorite film of this year?

Hmm.  I'm not too attached to the films this year.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I had a good birthday this year.  Turned 24.  Was at work.  The IDD girls threw me a party.  And then people gave me so much food, so we had like an impromptu merienda party.  Had dinner at home.  Went to Ponti with the girls.  Got a Magic 8 Ball.  Then drove to Caylabne with Tim (it was his birthday too!), Carl, Des, Ludee.  It wasn't great there, but the roadtrip was fun. "I come from the putik."  And waking up to "omg, where are we?" 

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
That looooooong vacation.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?

Classic with a twist... and great shoes.

What kept you sane?

Body combat and friends.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Hmm. Brad Pitt.  Adam Levine.

What political issue stirred you the most?

Since I am no longer in debate, I don't want to answer this. ;p

Who did you miss?
Kat and Carl and Karlo!

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.
Better is better than best sometimes. (That's from Mias).

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Got a secret, can you keep it... better lock it in your pocket carry this one to the grave. ... Yes two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

The most touching experience you've had this year?
Jill coming to save me when I needed saving.

What did you like most about yourself this year?

I got over it.

What did you hate most about yourself this year?
My temper.

Was 2008 a good year for you?
The first half was :D

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"But that was when I ruled the world..." [08 Jul 2008|11:42pm]
I'm quite in love with Viva La Vida by Coldplay.  The orchestra playing, the upbeat tune -- it's all misleading really.  It's quite a sad song about failure/falling from some high point.  I'm not quite so interested in whatever historical allusions/references it makes though.  I'm not pretending to get it completely either.  But don't you just feel the doom?

It's making me think about my final post, and how overrated I all of a sudden feel.  My castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
And I haven't even started.  I already feel in over my head.

I don't suppose being told "You better live up to the hype," helps.  Seriously. It really doesn't help.  Nor does "We have big shoes to fill." Actually not having a BB stint doesn't help either.

Well, another quarter, another challenge :D I just have to be up to it. In a couple of weeks I will be, for sure.


But enough of that for now. I have something to celebrate!!!

At least before I disappear off the face of the earth again.
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Diaspora and Thoughts of Anne Boleyn [15 Jun 2008|10:09pm]
It was sad saying goodbye to Carl G a few weeks ago.  Somehow, he became as much a part of the crew as Kat so that was sad for us.  But it's nothing compared to having girlfriends move away.  After all, what's a girl without her girlfriends? :D

Saying goodbye to Mia was long drawn out, something we expected for ages, something we talked about for at least a year.  But it was still bittersweet -- the Bora weekend, the "surprise" despedida and the last brunch at Apartment 1B.  In true Corner form, I expect to not hear from her as often, but I suppose when we do hear from each other, it's going to be great.  We'll all still have our usual quirks.

I think the saddest for me was hearing that Kat would move to SG earlier than expected.  Kat and Jill saved me from a lot of shit in college.  Sometimes even from myself.  Or at least we tried to save each other.  We slept over, we had Friday night pig-outs at Gloria Maris.  Kat always had a way of empathizing with my drama while at the same time telling me to shut up and move on (Jill just lets me be dramatic).  And yes, as the person who got me back on track in terms of personal fitness, I now have nobody to go to Combat with or pressure me to take more difficult classes.   And so yesterday, after our last Greenhills lunch together, when she actually asked for a hug (I mean hello, she never even makes beso), I actually almost cried.  Almost, because I think Kat would just have laughed at me. Anyway, I can just hop on a plane and visit them... yeah for like 10k.


I spent my day reading "The Other Boleyn Girl" by Philippa Gregory.  I know it's a work of historical fiction, something not entirely true but woven loosely around historical events (which in themselves are quite debatable).  Anyway, it made me think (historical accuracy aside).

I realize that we tend to demonize the strong characters -- those who act on their ambitions and are single-minded in their purpose.  Anne Boleyn was portrayed as having employed any means necessary to become Queen, a position many thought to be so far beyond her reach..  We were meant to dislike her, to say at the end that somehow she had it coming.  Whereas we were meant to sympathize with Mary Boleyn, the jilted mistress, the pawn in her family's game.  But in reality, she didn't just do what she was told -- she usually acted on her own free will.  She betrayed the Katherine of Aragon and supported Anne knowing that it would benefit.  Maybe she was indeed the more agreeable sister, but she covered for Anne to help her gain and maintain power.  I think she played the game much better than all of them, she was the one who survived diba?  The make-everyone-else-seem-bad-compared-to-me act worked.

I'm so glad I didn't live in that day and age.  I would have probably gotten disinherited or beheaded a long time ago.
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Bad Vibes Over. [05 Jun 2008|10:10pm]
Erm, major apologies for the major rant, bad vibes post.

In true Fifi form I had to get over it by
a. getting out of the city (for work, about 300 km driven today)
b. shopping (About 6,500 down in 1 hour! It's a lot , but not bad considering the damage used to be worse.)

And it seemed to work.  All in one day.  I am now over the whole incident and my bad mood. I've even taken the post down!

Will now be back in true Fifi form for lovely Friday (where I have license to tease) and the rest of the weekend.
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Living by the Quarter. [24 Apr 2008|01:02am]
The problem with getting moved every three months is that we sometimes find ourselves living by the quarter.

It's as if we have no real options and plans beyond the current quarter.  We make friends, we make plans and then we pack up and move.

Today was my last day in CMD.  It was a nice day.  Not much to do.  Dinner then Redbox videoke after.  I will really miss the Homecare-Deos team.

But today also marked the end of something else.  Well, actually it was Tuesday night.  If I could have made it work, I would have.  Because it just seemed like it was worth a shot.  But it didn't work.  So there.  I can't win at everything.  Now I have to purge my inbox of tear-inducing messages.  Any volunteers?  I just can't manage right now.

Q1 2008 is officially over for me -- in more ways than one.  Too bad.  It was a good quarter.
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When Damien Rice Starts To Make Sense Again [13 Apr 2008|10:16am]
When Damien Rice starts to make sense again, you know it's bad.  But it's eventually going to be okay, and he'll stop making sense again.


there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so its not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage, teach me to be shy
'cos its not hard to fall,

and I don't want to scare her
its not hard to fall
and i don't want to lose
its not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know
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Dark and Twisty Meredith [17 Feb 2008|09:00pm]
A lot of people get annoyed at Meredith.  Why can't she just be happy with Derek?  Why does she have to be so dark and twisty rather than bright and shiny?

I'm learning that sometimes you just can't help being dark and twisty.  Even if you want to kick yourself, even if you start hating yourself for it... Sometimes you just can't stop the dark and twisty-ness from cropping up!!!

She has issues.  Let her be.  Besides the show would be boring without dark and twisty-ness.
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actually seems accurate. [15 Feb 2008|09:30pm]
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Trains. [27 Jan 2008|11:40am]

In Shanghai, we got left by our train.  We had to wait for the next one a day after.  I lost the guys in the train station and could not get a decent roaming connection.  They found me after about 45 mins.  We had no place to sleep -- thank god for the thousands of Uni people all over the world.  Thanks to Angie for letting us crash! 
In Beijing, we almost missed our train back to Shanghai since we got dropped off at the wrong train station after 1.5 hours in traffic. The right one was across town and we had less than an hour to make it in really bad Beijing traffic.  And I still tried to haggle with the driver.  Thanks to Ces for talking to the 'information desk' for us.  And thanks to the maniac taxi driver who at least had a sense of urgency (at least he was worth the cost!!!).

But it was a great, chill vacation.  For some reason, we weren't exactly stressed.  Perhaps Uni makes us deal with more.  Nice break before my next stint :D
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Resolutions. [07 Jan 2008|11:11pm]
Sometimes in Q1 of 2007, I decided to make it a year of getting over addictions -- in particular my addiction to new shoes, new bags and coffee.  I think it was fairly successful -- After I made that resolution, I didn't buy shoes (okay, until October at least).  I haven't bought any bags.  I haven't drank coffee (although this required a bet for me to get over).  Sometime in July I decided to quit my almost-daily Quarter-pounder with Cheese meals.

The entire theme was negative -- it was about what NOT to do.  I think I want to make 2008 a more positive, more upbeat year.  So my resolutions this year are going to be about what to do.  It's going to be my 'investing' year -- investing in the now, the future and the life-beyond-work.  I haven't narrowed down my list to three or four must wins, but I think I eventually will in the next few weeks.

Cannot wait until the 16th... it's been a while since I left the country, and I need to feel like a little nameless faceless insignificant person to feel challenged and worthy again.  That sounds weird, but whatever.

The whole MT Assessment Center is making my head hurt, but if we can pull off our part then I'll be happy!!!   This is such a photo finish!!
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Baabaa White Sheep [05 Dec 2007|12:38am]

To those whom I haven't introduced to Baabaa yet, he's my new team's mascot.

Went to work one stressful day to find a paper mache sheep on my desk.  It was from one of our suppliers, as a sample for D.  Anyway, I called it Baabaa (pronounced as bahbuh)  Full name is BaaBaa White Sheep.  Whenever someone passes by our area, I take a picture of him/her with Baabaa.  Not so sure what we'll be doing with all those pictures, but I guess I shall wait and see.  Anyway, the katarantaduhan stuck.  So we have an internal mascot.

On the really bad days, the stupidity of having a paper mache sheep as a mascot cheers me up.  Today was one of those days.  I hate curve balls, especially when I know I'm doing a great job.  Customer is only king because we made them king.

I've been going through my JTA pictures since SOM is asking for some.  I realized that I don't have a decent picture on the SCU pictures.  I actually have better pictures at campuses I visited for a few hours.  Anyway, that was a good time -- can't wait until another good time comes along.


Was screening resumes recently.  Learned that resume writing should be treated like an art and a science.  At least initially, that's all they have to go by.  Those few sheets of paper that will determine, to some extent, your fate.  It's a science coz you have to know precisely what information to write (content) and how best to write it (delivery, method).  It's an art because the darned layout and font really does matter -- and don't put funny pictures unless you're hot ;p.  Was surprised how quickly we said yes-no-maybe.
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yearbook write ups [28 Nov 2007|09:43pm]
Finally after five years, we've finally gotten our HS yearbooks.  Seriously.

So I've been skimming over it.  I realized that almost all of our write-ups are so flat.  How many times can you read versions of she's-so-unique-she'-really-is-one-of-a-kind or she's-got-it-all-and-she's-so-nice??  Seriously.  I think they should teach us how to write write-ups in English class in fourth year.  Would make for muuuch better yearbooks.  We're Assumptionistas for crying out loud.  How can we sound so flat and boring???  We weren't all this boring!!!  (I mean seriously, we were a pretty noisy batch.  We made nuns cry, we had four different chem teachers in 1 year.  In 4th year, my entire class had to go to the principal's office to get a late slip -- and when we got one for everyone instead of one each our teacher refused to teach us.  Oh and when a few of us bumped into that PE teacher, he looked seriously stressed out and annoyed that he saw us.)

Makes me wonder -- when I get my college yearbook like five years from now will we all sound flat and boring too??

Also, some sad stuff:  Book Club -- I think the picture used was of two years later.  Letti was OH.  It was not Marga -- Des' younger sister.  DES!!! Have you seen the yearbook?? Paging des! Your sister is in the same yearbook as you!  It says so there "Book Club Organizational Head: MAYORALGO, Margarita"
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Stumble! [04 Nov 2007|02:01am]
I downloaded the latest update of Firefox today... And there's this cool application called Stumble!  Basically, you click on a button and it takes you to some random sites that are related to the interests you register.  Some sites to check out:

http://www.jacksonpollock.org/ -- it's fun!!
http://www.obleek.com/iraq/ -- not that I'm taking any political stand, it was interesting lang naman :)
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Olives [31 Oct 2007|12:28am]
I happen to like olives.  I like having olives on pizza and in pasta, and even in a martini.  My favorite thing about olives is eating them with salty anchovies on crunchy bread.  Or on tomatoes on crackers.  (I'm apparently not cultured enough to know what that crunchy bread is... Is it crostini or should I just call it French?)  There's just something about having something too salty and too crumby and having this little olive ring on top.

Anyway, olives are much better than olive branches.  What exactly should one do with an olive branch? We draw it all the time in grade school whenever we're asked to draw something on peace.  It's so overrated.  When you actually get an olive branch, do you know what to do with it?  Do you set it aside?  Or is it one of those things you can grow and next thing you know you have an olive tree?  Or do you say "thank you" when you don't want to?

Seriously.  Sometimes those just don't work out.  But olives, olive rings -- those always work out.  It's fairly simple, all I have to do is pop it in my mouth and swallow.

I know I'm mixing figurative and literal.  Leave fifi be.  Not everything has to be smart or make sense.
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Portagirls and Disposaboys [15 Oct 2007|09:55pm]
Over the long weekend, we've been talking about portagirls and disposaboys (see definitions below).  And it's gotten my mind off stressing about my career path...

I was not raised to be a portagirl -- not that I'm passing judgment on portagirls.  I just wasn't raised to be one.  My sisters and I were raised to be as 'independent' as possible, we learned about things like glass ceilings and double standards in prep.  We were told to study and make our own money, so in case our husbands leave us, at least we will have something to live off.  Seriously.  So anyway, I've been thinking -- maybe I should try to be more of a portagirl.  So this weekend I found the perfect opportunity to practice with my friends who are self-proclaimed disposaboys!

Saturday: The only thing I know about my car is how to drive it.  (The most portagirl thing about me used to be that I didn't drive and needed my friends to drive me around, but I still don't like cars).  So naturally, I'm driving too fast over stupid potholes on EDSA (when I am alone in my car, I drive too fast for my own good).  Anyway, I blow my tire... as in I hear a wheezing sound and feel my car tip towards one side. 

I drive my damaged car as far as I can to a place I'd feel better stopping at. ... In this case it was all the way in Araneta.  Now since there was a Babyface concert, I drove around for about half an hour before finding parking (which I found by begging a guard to let me in the parking lot because my tire was flat already).  And all this time I'm on the phone either with Carlo or my driver, panicking and saying I hate cars.

Anyway, I tell Carlo to please come to the parking lot and stay with me while I wait for my driver to come.  So Carlo and Mark come over and wait with me, offer to change the tire (but no way I was letting them do that when the driver was coming just to change it already).  They walk with me to locate my driver and miss the opening act and the first few songs of Babyface.

So in this entire thing, I'm playing a great portagirl -- I don't have to wait in the parking lot alone.  I get entertained by my friends who are pretty funny.  They tell me to calm down, etc. etc.  AND I don't even have to hold my own Babyface ticket (anyone who knows me well enough knows that I am not to be trusted with important tickets).

But then someone loses the third ticket.  All of a sudden (after my tire is changed and we're going in already), we can't find the ticket!!  And instead of arguing over it, or going bananas I decide to NOT watch Babyface...

And when I make the boys go in, and I decide to spend the rest of the night on my own until they get out, our friends start texting me...  And while their concern was initially heartwarming, on the back of my mind I was thinking "OMG!!!  Just get over it!!! I decided not to go, I can spend my Saturday night reading something on my own!!!"

Lesson learned -- I am so not a portagirl.  I can't keep it up even for one night!!! And while it's sweet of my friends to sometimes be disposaboys even if everything's platonic, I am so not the portagirl.


To Mark and Carlo -- if you read this, *home is where the heart is* hahahaha

I've been having blasts from the past recently.  Who knew how much memory lane tripping I'd do in one weekend.  At least it's far enough away for me to no longer be angsty.
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Goodbye Stars Hollow. [28 Aug 2007|10:59pm]
One of my cheesy guilty pleasures is watching Gilmore Girls.  I finally watched the seventh and final season over the past two weekends.  I finished it last night.  I’ve watched every episode of that show, and it was a bit sad watching the last ep, but it was definitely time for it to end.

There’s just something about Stars Hollow – a small everyone-knows-everyone town.  It’s just so unlike Metro Manila, or any place I ever imagined living in.  I’ve always thought of myself as a big-city girl, so the small town charm of Stars Hollow was intriguing.  Everyone knew everyone’s business.  Everyone thought it was their right to meddle.  I live in a village where nobody really roams the streets, where meddling is a big no-no.  And people generally make an effort to stay out of each other’s hair.

And it was interesting how the Gilmores never really stopped talking.  It was like mile-per-minute, like how people try to cram everything into a seven-minute debate speech… only they really talked liked that everyday.  I can’t imagine real people really knowing that much pop culture and using so many references in their everyday lives.

They were neurotic and imperfect and surprisingly reckless, and yet they were cheery and so not emo or cynical.  And I found that so endearing. ... Even Paris (the obsessive compulsive, control freak, overly driven and majorly tactless rival-turned-best-friend) was viewed in an oddly cheery way.


Went to Lago de Oro again with some Block Q peeps.  It was an interesting day trip (seriously, we day tripped on a long weekend).  There was some creepy, zero-visibility fog on the way home.

Bumped into some old acquaintances at Dons' despedida.  I knew one of the guys all the way back in second year high school.  The other guy sat behind me in Sci10 and asked me to teach him how to put a pen in his hair.  Small world.  Sometimes bumping into people I was classmates with makes me feel like such a flat personality-less person.  Like, I was just that-smart-girl.  Like I couldn't possibly have a life outside the classroom, know how to drink or even dress like a normal person.  Whatever.
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the musketeers [19 Aug 2007|06:53pm]
filauria is leaving for Beijing at the end of the month.  Even if we don't see each other often anymore, I will miss the person who always had my back. ...  From Pulanisms to NaCl to jeepney rides and wanting to kill the triumvirate.  Thanks dearie!

And to see her off, we spent an afternoon drinking bubble tea (that place was so ces), and hanging out in SM North  (I only ever really went there when I was with her).

I will now google what I said I was going to google. ;p As the former messenger of love letters, I think I should see what else is written.
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Life is like a messy debate. [04 Jun 2007|10:04pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I hate saying it. But it's true. At least for now.

- Nobody really agrees on anything – including the definitions. Even closing teams don’t agree with their opening teams.

- There’s always more than 9 versions of reality. The debaters can’t get it, and the adjudicator will never get it.

- When you’re in the middle of it, there’s hardly any way to clean it up. And cleaning it up often takes more effort than what’s necessary to win.

- You will always find something to pick on again and again. And picking on it again and again doesn’t seem too bad.

- When someone tries to make a joke, all the other teams don’t find it funny and take offense.

- Someone is always accused of cheating/undue influence over the adjudicator/manipulating others. And even the accusation is true, that doesn’t make you a bad debater or a bad person. That’s just how you are sometimes.

- Nobody will accept defeat. Nobody will admit defeat. Even if you try to walk away.

- Consequently, nobody will really win. It’s so bad, that even if the scores say otherwise, everyone loses. 

I wish it were more like a box of chocolates right now.

Advanced happy birthday -- you know who you are.

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