January 2006


 

Martina Hingis is back. Yeah! She is definitely back! Am I happy or what? She did well at the Australian Open to say the least. To have reached the quarterfinals after four years of retiring is such an achievement. And yes, she did give a good fight against current world number 2 Kim Clijsters.

 

Martina Hingis has been such a great influence to me back when I was still young. I can still vividly remember watching her win the Australian Open way back then. I was so amazed with how she played because she was always thinking in the court and gave such great angles and shots. She isn’t like the power players such as the Williams sister, Capriati, Davenport, and Sharapova. She’s different and.. well.. gorgeous. She and Anna Kournikova used to play doubles and boy! were they a perfect duo!

 

Flashback

 

I was a freshman in Masci and was currently hooked up with Tennis. I was in training to be a varsity tennis player under Ms. Lava and was also training in Rizal Memorial Complex when I’m not in school. 

I was so surprised when my mom agreed to my trainings because I knew that she has always wanted me to focus on my studies. More so because I got in at Masci, which is like, way harder compared to other schools. 

So I gave it a shot. I was training around 6 am in the morning (weekends most of the time). I was at school Mon-Fri 7 am to 5 pm. I was definitely working hard to balance both school and tennis. But the sheer joy of playing Tennis and having your family to support you by showing up the bleachers during practice was more than I could ask for. 

Sadly, things didn’t go well after a few months. I was finding it hard to practice since schoolwork seemed to be piling up. Plus, tennis is such an expensive sport because you have to pay for your trainer, the ball boys, the court, etc. My mom, since my parents got separated, has been raising my sister and me single-handedly and it was also hard for her. 

So I gave up tennis. Or so I thought…

Though I gave up my dream of being a professional tennis player, Tennis has never really left me. Or should I say, I never said goodbye to one of the passions of my life. When I was in senior year at Masci, I made it to Tennis varsity and went on to represent the school and play my first ever official tennis match. The score doesn’t tell much (I got a bagel against my opponent) but the experience was such a high. Coach was proud of me and I was proud of myself as well.

Tennis introduced me to such a wonderful person and one of my best friends. To someone who was there through the sunny days and the rainy days. Yes, we complained the rigorous heat of the sun but would trade such day for any given rainy day that our chance of playing tennis is close to none. To someone who played with me at the SC court, Eng’g court, even at Camp Krame (spelling?). To someone who trained me (yeah, she was way better than me). Lastly, to someone who has been such a great inspiration to me. Thank you for being that person.

Tennis also bridged my beloved org KEM and me. It was Eng’g week during my freshie days at UP when I first represented KEM but lost my first match. Sophomore year when, once again, I represented KEM, lost the singles, and defaulted the doubles. BUT it was junior year when I placed second in the singles, and captured the doubles crown together with the best doubles tennis partner in the world.

I might not play excellent tennis but I love every moment of playing such sport. It’s as if I feel at home whenever I’m at the court. I feel free. It has taught me a lot. That even though my opponent is leading 5 to none, the game isn’t over. That losing the first set doesn’t translate to losing the game. That life and tennis have so many things in common and that when you look closer you’d see that. But more than anything else, when I play tennis, I am me.

Sometimes I find myself thinking if I made the right decision of moving here in the US. I sort of think how things could have been different if I were in the Philippines.

Perhaps I would probably be spending my time with KEM, my kada, my high school friends, even my dad. Though spending time with dad, usually translates to him visiting me in Manila once a month or once every two months and us going out for a couple of days only. I miss that though. Even though how little time we got to spend together.

I’m sure that things would be a little less complicated. All I have to do is go to school and worry where the next gmick my friends and I will be going. And the occasional struggles that taking Chemical Engineering in UP entails: ChE majors, ES 11, ES 12, ES 1 (I guess ES 1 only applies to handful of people like me, I just do not like the subject!). But I know that with the help of a few friends (you know who you are), these subjects would have been bearable for me.

But as I was watching the tube a few minutes ago, it finally hit me. I couldn’t remember what I was watching, but one of the people there gives an advice to his or her friend (I’m really not sure who the people were, and if that person was a he or a she. I guess I was channel surfing that time and happened to pass by that scene.). Anyhow, that person’s line goes: “Do whatever make you happy. Go wherever life takes you.” Those were not the exact lines but I hope I got the message across.

I’m here because traveling makes me happy. I’m here to realize a dream that I have always wanted. And even though how much I miss my friends and family way back home, I know that they will be there when I come back. I know for sure that they are with me everyday and that I am with them as well. But for now, all that matter is that I’m doing steps, baby steps perhaps, in achieving what each and everyone one of us strive to find in life: true happiness.

Even though I am two inches short, I will not give up. And if I fail, the mere fact that I tried would be enough to put a smile in my face as I watch the sunset while the music fades. This is the new me.