beautiful
ok this journal is not about travelling, but a dedication - but tomorrow i will start my journey as i begin a new period in life.
let me share a deep secret of my heart, i feel embarrased, but somehow i had to let it out. i love tennis and i adore tennis - but only as an audience, since i cannot play it - because i was a sickly child growing up. My older cousins play at the club, my mother’s uncle was national tennis champion in the philippines. Its in our blood, its in my blood. And I happen to love one tennis player for her magical shots, mastery and deft hands.
My birthday falls the same time as my favorite tennis tournament in the world roland garros.
connie and anya
The arena of gladiators - as I call it. Where tennis is in the height of full art and mastery. And the championship falls 1-2 days after or short of my birthday. And everytime time she wins it, I celebrate it together with her. But she doesn’t know it, I am just a common fan with secret desires that I can watch her play in full motion and artistry. Sadly, she retired. my tradition would be forever gone. I will miss her backhand, her grace, her icy look, and my favorite shot that she could only conjure in her generation - the topspin backhand slice. I will miss the sleepless nights waiting for her game, the shouting if she scores a point, annoying my neighbors the heart attacks in her matches and I can go on and on.. thank you very much for all the ecstatic moments you gave me being a couch potato. you made me cry for one day and you made me heartbroken. now you moved on and starting a new chapter in your life, so will I too.
me one year old and mama.
Tage wie dieser komm nie wieder. Thank you very much justine henin.
Connie, I am so sorry that I had not been communicating with you lately, and I am sorry that I wasn’t there when you gave birth to your beautiful daughter anya and when nanay was sick, but I know you understand why. I don’t have to explain things because great minds think alike.
since i started highschool - i made a wonderful friendship with you - that no one, nothing could ever break between the two of us.
i think i was 4 years old here - travelling to idont know where with mama.
we weathered the storms, the challenges, the trials and heartaches with our tender hearts and i always cry of happiness if i remember all our misdventures together. i miss you connie and you know that i know - even if were thousand miles apart - there is this invisible magical thread that will forever bind us together. i am for you and you are for me. and even youre not a member of travbuddy - you always take a look here of whats happening to me. 17 years of friendship and still will move and grow stronger through the years. And in a span of days it will be also your birthday. This journal is for you, I love you my cosmic sister… and I don’t even have a picture of us together..
mama, thank you for bringing me up the way you did, I can go on and on but your selfish way of bringing me up, made me in the end, a sefless person. I love you.
