Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Flashback: A King Archer's Final Bow
Chris Tiu got his wish; he made his exist with a trophy. On the flip side, JV Casio fell short, ending his UAAP career empty- handed.
Chirs Tiu and JV Casio definitely made opposite exists. But it doesn’t mean it made JV Casio any less than the player he is.
Good players win games; great players win championships. JV Casio sure did win big and bagged championships. He doesn’t need another trophy to prove how great he is. He already had two and made it twice in the Mythical 5. But truly remarkable players aren’t just shaped by victories. They are honed and made strong by heartbreaking defeats.
As JV Casio played his last game for DLSU, he showed the crowd- from Taft and Katipunan, alike- another side that made him a more remarkable athlete: He knows how to accept defeat.
It was his last game. He was giving his all to defend his school’s glory. Four straight 3-point shots- no miss. A stretch of 15 points down to three. And then, the foul. His fifth foul.
After leading a run that gave half of Araneta a spark of hope, and the other half a spoonful of doubt, he was called for an offensive foul and graduated from the game. He could have lost it there. He could have retaliated. He could have cursed the refs. He could have. But he didn’t. He walked off the court, with disappointment written all over his face, but still, with the grace of a true champion. The only time I saw him threw his fist was when he was standing, eyes filled with pride, singing the Alma Mater.
For all the “it’s not how you shoot, but when you shoot it” game reversing and even game winning shots, for giving your best every time you step on that court, for proving all those who had been judging the Archers wrong, you made me proud to belong in the school whose name you’ve been wearing across your chest for years.
JV Casio personifies how every Archer should be.
He makes every Lasallian proud to be a part of his team.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
|Look at my supportive dad acting as my spotter!|
|Hello, from upside down!!!|
Yoga (with my) love(s): Enthusiasm
But as we travel to foreign places together, take life-threatening adventures and sign up for new things that are far from our comfort zone, I finally discovered what it is that truly sustained our friendship.
It's not just our common taste or our desire to travel; It's our nature of always giving out a YES.
Whether it's a remote place, 13 hours away from the city or a new restaurant or a corny movie or a vespa ride with strangers, we accept it. Wheter it is heartbreak or disappointment or criticism, we embrace it. We go through life with arms ready to accept whatever the heavens are willing to handover.
This week, we, again, tried something new together. Eloisah and I have been practicing yoga for a couple of months already but it's all our first time to do it together. We gladly took on the challenging poses, rested when necessary, accepted the modifications that fit our strength. We came out of our first session laughing about how much we sweat and how we much we trembled during the difficult parts. That's our best weapon through anything, really: laughter! Our yogini even mentioned that she's proud of the group for being game despite being newbies.
By the end of our second session, as if the yoga gods were giving us their blessing, our yogini shared these beautiful words:
Enthusiasm trumps mastery. Your attitude, your willingness... it's always more important.
Oh, we know that by heart.
|Yoga with my loves at my home studio, Bliss Yoga!|
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
My heart is a spoiled brat
My heart is a spoiled brat and this made me the kind of person who wakes up happy, sings in the shower, gets giddy with the smallest suprises and laughs at the lamest jokes. Growing up means being the same person amidst the NOs that life will throw my way.
My heart is a spoiled brat and this helped me embrace positivity. But the truth is, it's easy believing that there's a light at the end of the tunnel when you've felt the warmth of that light every single time you had to go through one. Being an optimist is about faith, not expectation.
My heart is a spoiled brat, but I'm starting to learn that growing up comes with growing pains. That's just the way it is. My days of always getting what I want will soon be over and I have to be strong enough, not just to accept it, but to be happy despite it. Besides, what's the use of going through this long journey if you get to have everything you want all at once?
In exchange of a spoiled heart, I pray for a heart that is strong enough to endure pain and discomfort. I pray for a heart that bleeds but doesn't give up. Most of all, I pray that I may have a heart with enough strength for all the people I love.
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