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There are eight colorful trails of ants bracing up for a weeklong battle. Oh, they seem to appear like platoons of soldiers warmly welcomed by the two higher ups; one is mister oh-tie-a-yellow-ribbon-round-the-old-oak-tree and the recently reappointed president of the acing blue. And here comes the buzzing bee to spice up the event with confetti. But the ants are no ordinary ants, because they dance on the field, they throw, dribble, bat and toss a ball, they are well-versed of the fair and square rule, they don't even mind the rain and oh heaven, they can swim. They are gathered to collect gold, silver and bronze. So blow a wish that all colors unite to form a newfangled rainbow so at its end they'd be awarded with a pot of gold. But who are these flies swarming the area as though it's a feast. Look, they are bunch of pesky goons keen of asking and asking of the whatever. Only that you just can't press and shoo them because they got several ears and nose around. Who knows their base, I heard they needed extra ink, bond papers and computer units. Ahem, extra food would do. And they need day' so the guard won't shoo them away when the clock ticks at 10pm.
People, who do not care, please care not to read. Anyone who knows the line of the week, "Please clear the truck". I mean track. Who found the student's wallet with more than 7, 000 pesos in it? Care to give it back; it's for her enrolment fee. And poor caterer, who snatched his wallet? Kindly return the ID to Bulaklak. Calling medical team in front of the basketball court, a volleyball player was injured. Did he or she faint? Oops, a commotion in the oval, the yellow ants exchanged words with the blue ants. Because the yellow team had an early jumped for triumph but officials called another run to win the match. In the end of the bout, "kanila pa rin ang huling halakhak." Turn a bit on the other side; athletic ants strode like horses in the track. And their only drive is the crowd's cheers pumping more blood in their veins. But poor ants when they get to the finish line, some seem to lose breath but others look like they don't break a sweat. Boy, you can only say, "Hain daw ang orag?" if you can hit the apple above a target's head but there is no apple. Stamp a foot as you serve the ping-pong ball, it's a charm to win a bout. Make sure you got extraordinarily long legs to jump extraordinarily far and do not make a midget serve the takraw, it always is netball. Oh, let the tall one serve the ball so he could smash it right there on the receiver's court. Poof, you score. Do not dream while executing a backstroke, the water is not a bed. When darkness seeps through the place to scare off kids, lovers take courage to slip away. Oh, men love playing Pusoy dos and Tong-its to kill the night. Others? They want to shut up whoever is singing badly in the middle of the night and retire to bed til the break of dawn.
After a tedious and tiresome week, you'll ride on a coaster with your team and as you peek through the windowpane, release a sigh. Bravo! You did it. Even if you do not cracked the crown this season, you are a horse with an extra leg, a batter that strikes a ball 5 miles from the mound, you are an archer that hits your loved one-bull's eye, you are a sexy swimmer who looks sizzling hot on the pool, you checkmate your dad when you asked for a thousand pocket money, you already made a goal when you reach this level. And you already win when you dream. Because your heart hopes and gets what it least expects. And the least you expect, the widely you accept things that go along your way. For some time, you would realize that the writer is just consoling a crestfallen. You will look for this fly and slap its face. Do it! Then you ponder. Flies watch while you play.
