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It's that season again for competition -- what better time than the semestral break, and the period of transition from one phase to another (from single to getting more single by the day). The Ultimate Freakout Challenge -- it just came up in my mind while typing this blog, so pardon the cheesy acronym.

It's like me, pitted against myself, in the proverbial octagon called life. It is during this season that I try to outdo myself. It is also during this season that I put myself through most things other people wouldn't even dare put themselves in. It is duing this time that I assess my performance as a person, and grapple, tackle, and strike my way to make myself better.

In a few days, I will be part of a 3-person team carrying the banner of the institution that we come from to try and prove that we deserve to be one of the best -- or not. In a couple of days, our knowledge and skills will be put to the test, and it's for these moments that we strive harder to achieve our goals. It's in this time that we can only loase to ourselves, or win over ourselves.

To be able to be better than yourself, you have to know you are weak. And from realizing weakness, you can gain strength. From strength, we draw courage and ability -- with weakness we draw honor and dignity. To be strong is to know you are weak, and with time get stronger.

I hope good things happen in the coming days.

keep chillin'...

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