I miss playing the game that I love. It is the game that I grew up with--from casual plays on the streets, sports fest at school, to even the nerve-wracking do-or-die games during tournaments. I miss the intensity; when the time is ticking and the crowd cheering and screaming wildly, my heartbeat goes faster and I can feel the fire in my heart that keeps me burning.
Basketball is my passion, the one that gives me the excitement throughout the day. Basketball pushes me to a whole other level because, in order to be the best, you need to hustle and bustle. It shapes me to become the best that I can be. But most often, there will be challenges that strike you hard and pin you to the ground, crying because of severe pain. The pain that these hindrances give may come in any aspect--physical, mental, emotional, etc. Unfortunately, for me, the havoc has come onto my knee. I was injured during a friendly game and caused my right knee to be dislocated. The first thing that came to my mind was the fact that I would not be able to play for a long time and help my team win. It was heartbreaking for me because I knew already it would cost a lot of time for rest and no action on the court. But, I never gave up and promised myself to play even stronger after the healing process.
This experience has taught me how to stand up, endure the pain, move forward, and keep improving. Basketball makes me happy, when I am sad, angry, alone. It gives me peace and surely it became my home. The basketball court is my sacred space where I can be myself. It has also taught me to become my own cheerleader. Even if others bring me down and hate me, I know for myself that I have the potential. And that alone gives me courage and confidence for everything; let alone the support I get from family and friends. It became a memory now since I need to prioritize my studies and due to lack of training, my game has changed a lot. It’ll be hard for me to get back because of the pain that sometimes I feel in my knee when I play hard and consecutively. But one thing is for sure, all the learning and memories will remain in me.
Basketball is not only a game for me; it is life-changing. It has made me learn more about myself, capabilities, and values. I am not the same person last year or any time ago. Basketball transforms me into a better person. Once you stop moving, that is when you lose the battle. Basketball is a part of me, it is who I am. It is where my heart is.
Hi! It's been so long since I planned to post my story in another platform aside from wattpad and now here I am, hoping that my story can be featured here.
My story is entitle "Who Are You," it's a tagalog-english teen fiction story so I hope, those filipinos who visit here can read my story!
WHO ARE YOU: PRELUDE
Sinungaling na ba ako kung sasabihin ko sa inyo ang pangalan ko? Hindi ako sure kung anong sasabihin kong pangalan ko pero may nagsasabi sa aking wag nalang magpakilala sa inyo.
May gusto lang naman akong itanong... Paano kung may makilala ka sa kasalukuyan na nagpapaalala sayo sa nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang nakilala mo sa kasalukuyan ay may tinatago pa lang sikreto na kahit siya mismo ay walang alam pero may kinalaman sa iyong nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang dalawang ito ay may koneksyon? Anong pipiliin mo? Ang nakilala mo sa nakaraan? O ang nagpakilala bilang ibang tao sa kasalukuyan? Past? Or Present?
There was this guy I dated for a while but things didn't turn out well. I was so into him that one night I can't stop thinking about him, I've decided to send his MOM a message on facebook confessing how much I like her son. I wish it ended there but no. I had to make it so emotional, lengthy and detailed like the drama queen I am. Luckily, it went to message request so I'm hoping she hasn't really read it yet. Up until this day it makes me cringe whenever I think about it but hey, whenever it pops in my mind I make myself laugh too so thank you self for being unbelievably shameless and brave when it comes to love. I may age faster because I have made a lot of cringe-worthy moments that I constantly make faces out of embarrassment just reflecting on my antics but I know I've made more hilarious memories than what ifs and somehow that makes the disappointments feel more like assurances that I have gave it my all and I have lived as honest (maybe a little to honest) as I could. #ItsOnlyNatural #CanBnatural
I've been investing in arts, photography, and writing. I've also got back to reading the other day and I finished reading this amazing book entitled 300 Things I Hope by Iain S. Thomas. It is all about the things the author hopes his readers to do in all aspects of life. So, I decided to make a version of it with all of the things I'm hoping for.
I hope I get to see my friends be successful in life. I hope to make a big mural someday. I hope to be a well-known artist like the artists I look up to. I hope to marry the person I am in love with today. I hope to be a little kinder to myself. I hope to see happiness even in the smallest things. I hope to travel the world. I hope to be a good mother and a wife to my future family. I hope to have my artworks displayed in a gallery or an exhibit. I hope to learn more about creative writing. I hope I won't learn how to get tired and give up my passion. I hope I won't get too hard on myself whenever I don't get the results I've been wanting to see in my works. I hope to love myself more even on the days I hate it the most. I hope to lead and empower women; to be their voice and for them to believe in themselves that they can be the woman they look up to. And when I've reached my limit of these things, I hope I won't get tired of reminding myself that my emotions don't make me weak, hence, makes me stronger. These are some of the things I always hope for. What about you? What are you hoping for?
I started fixing myself this quarantine. I mean, I started trying makeup products. As a teen, I'm on my phone almost every hour of the day, scroll on my social media accounts, especially Instagram, and also Pinterest where you get to see nice and pleasing photography by bunch of amazing and beautiful people from different parts of the world. So I started taking my own as well. I did not know that taking your own photo and try to get an Instagramable one is sooooooooo hard, it's exhausting. I do not have alot of space in my room, and I would definitely not do it outside our house because of Corona Virus, and I don't want to be seen by our neighbors HAHA so I have no choice but to make tiis inside my room.
Out of atleast 25 shots, only 2 are a nice picture. While I'm all sweaty and tired, I am proud of what I could do beyond my comfort zone. And this definitely built my self confidence, (and I secret love the compliments I received from both people I know and don't know) It's not my first time visiting in here, Candy! But I'm new to writing my thoughts and experiences, so bare with me HAHA.
Until next time!