2010 – 2014
October 10 was the only special memory I can remember in 2010. This was supposed to be an ordinary Sunday afternoon. Then, Dianne and I met in a mall. I could not remember the exact reason why we met. One thing’s for sure, it was a planned meet. Nothing romantic whatsoever. We were just friends. Unexpectedly, we found ourselves playing Virtua Tennis in Nintendo Wii. She was Ana Ivanovic and I was Rafael Nadal in a clay court. She lost. I was the King of Clay but when we changed players to Roger Federer and Rafa, she won. Dianne punished me with her deep groundstrokes. 2011 came. It was this year when Novak Djokovic dominated the ATP Tour. I was still a big fan of him that year and I was overjoyed he won a total of 70 matches and lost only 6 and hailed as the new World Number 1 after winning Wimbledon in singles.
My first promotion in work happened in 2012. I participated and passed the SEO Analyst Training Program. This was a milestone to me. If the job of a psychologist is to diagnose a mental health disorder and conduct therapy without medication, my job as an SEO Analyst is to diagnose what’s right and what’s not in a web page then decide what to do to improve its online visibility. 2013 then there was 2014. This was my favorite year of the decade! I ended the year on a high as I dug in, dug deep and made it happen to watch a tennis exhibition live at Mall of Asia Arena in Pasay City. I was with my dad. He is not a tennis fan and until now as I am writing this, I did not know if he genuinely enjoyed the adventure or genuinely felt anxious seeing me on a Cloud 9.
2015 – 2019
2015 was a miracle. Daddy and I made our second trip in Mall of Asia Arena to watch IPTL. I could still remember the night when I saw Ana Ivanovic and Rafael Nadal. Excitement and happiness devoured me while watching their matches in VIP area. Luckily, Daddy had them signed my white souvenir cap. After all those moments of nirvana, I felt totally spastic. I mean, I have cerebral palsy and I am expected to have concrete-like adductors and hamstrings. My spasticity and I are inseparable. Therefore, I needed to return to physical therapy for good. In 2016, I made it happen. My physical therapists thoroughly explained to me what gone wrong and what gone right. It seemed like my rebirth while listening with all the information I learned about myself (Just A Cupid Insert: Learning with their beautiful DDC Clinical Instructor). It made me wonder why I was denied to receive the exterior truth about myself when I was the one who suffered much since five years old. Too late for blaming, life continues, I am not dead yet, then 2017 came. Damn it, this year was the decade heaviest! It made no logical sense to me when my best friend for 18 more years backstabbed me. I said a garbage joke to him, he took it too seriously like his sexual orientation depends on it, then I found out he was spreading the joke to his girlfriend and family. What a delusional fella. Best friendship ended, regrets as usual, I could have allowed him to stay in my support system but that was better decision to end all. I was exhausted and “was poisoned” of his eccentric personality since Day 1.
I kept holding on with life until I made 2018. It was a renaissance. Slowly but surely, I recovered from the tragedy. I decided to read fiction books to heal my bleeding soul and I was “surprisingly” elected as the Alumni President in BS Psychology while working full time. I celebrated my birthday with a group of DDH Physical Therapists too. This year was stressful but greatly memorable. 2019 was a first. I had enough psychologically and decided to consult a psychiatrist for the unresolved fragments that happened two years ago. This was the moment I realized even a psych major also needs professional help. A lot of people would misunderstand the decision I made. Never give a care anyway. Their perceptions were all inaccurate stereotypes. Their perceptions were their truth about themselves, not mine. I understood the truth clearer. I thought the year would ended this way. Holy cow, Cupid played his tricks. He put me on a love triangle again – a moment of my decade to realize that I am either plainly stupid or I am not choosing who to fall with.