Only a few seconds were left. UST was leading by two points. Everyone was hanging on to his or her seats. The people in blue (and even I at home) were begging for a miracle. When the game clock boiled down to zero, so does my energy. The tigers finally caught their prey.
I was totally in tears. I was disappointed and frustrated. Ateneo was the #1 team in the eliminations, while UST was #4. How frustrating is that?
As I wiped the tears away from my face, I saw JC Intal, the “Rocket” and #1 player of the Blue Eagles, crying over the defeat. Tears began to water again around my eyes as I remembered that this is his last year in the UAAP. What a painful graduation gift this is for him and for the rest of the seniors.
It was hard for me to accept the fact that the Blue Eagles lost. I wasn’t even in the mood to answer calls and text messages. Trying to choke back the sobs like Chris Tiu, I turned off the TV and walked away with a tear-stained face.
Cheska's thoughts at 6:21 AM
life's sweetness..
The sound that sting one's ears, the smell of damp paper left outside to humidify and dehydrate, the unconscious minds and treacherous hearts were all but a part of the melodrama.
