Rugby was ‘Once’ My Everything

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I have lost it… I have lost the thing that gave me so much happiness, I have lost the element that I thought can give me everything. I have lost it. I have lost it and no matter I tried to seek it back, I’m still going to loose it.

Today, I tried to open a glimpse of what I called ‘my everything’, I tried to bring back the sweet memory of it… I just realised, that was my precious years that can’t be replaced. without knowing it, when I lost it, I also lost my writing desire. I wish I could once more be thirsty of it, by the words and all the grasp of victory and satisfaction that I no longer feel nor taste.

Here’s something that I wrote around 3 years ago, yet it feels like a long time ago.

Rugby is Everything

I like uniqueness, queer, something different, unusual (well you got my point). Here I want to talk about thing that I love the most and it is rugby. Some people say that rugby is an addiction sport, some people say that it is a dangerous sport and other people just don’t give a damn about it. Well for me, now rugby is everything. Many people think rugby is a guy’s sport, because it’s too rough for girls, but to me it’s exciting, it rushes my adrenaline, it makes my heart beat faster every second. I always feel like a lil’ kid who has nothing to do, but having fun when I play rugby. Do you know the sensation that I always feel when I touch the rugby ball? it’s fascinating to feel the oval shape under my finger. And I really like it when I have to swing it, or spin it to pass it to my friend and one of my favorite is to run with it, when I have to hold the ball tightly so close to me like it is the most vulnerable thing in the world and I have to avoid my enemies in front of me, I really connect with my legs, I can feel it moving taking me and the ball with it, I even like to charge my enemies (brutal), I just really like everything about rugby. I don’t even care that rugby gives me more scratches or bruises on my legs, my arms and other parts of my body, while people just looking at me like I’ve turned into a horrible thing. But I like what one of my friends told me, she likes to see me playing or even telling story about it, cause this is what they called passion, at least that’s what she told me.

I like to call this as a rugby fever, well I don’t mind to have it, cause only good feelings that I’ve got for having this fever. I’m not alone in this, many people shared the same feeling as I am, but of course most of them are guys. There are two other girls just like me, we became so close now and it’s all because of this thing that I’ve been fussing about. We can talk for hours just to talk about rugby, even if one of us keep repeating the same story, we never get bore about it, we just don’t mind. We do everything to play rugby, even if we have to arrive home in the middle of the night and we have to wake early for the next morning to go to school, or even we have to quarrel with our parents, again, we just don’t mind. Because of rugby I have more experience and I meet a bunch of new people that have different personalities every each one of them. And of course one of them is our coach, he’s probably the one who transmit this ‘so called’ fever to me and my two other friends. Well he taught a lot of things to us and he is the one who bring us to practice along with one of the rugby team that I adore so much, this rugby team called Jakarta Banteng Rugby. Yeah, this team is the team with that bunch of people I was talking about, the new people I’ve met. Well I can’t really explain every each one of them, but one thing I can tell about them is: they are a lot of fun. It is an honor for the three of us to join the practice and what’s more is there are no girls in Banteng. But I have my own problem, I’m going to be a 12th grader, it means I’m going to be busy for studying for the national exam and university, so I have to divide my time between rugby and studying. And now we sort of struggling (well not that extreme) to find more participants for the girls team and trying to reset all the people thought about rugby for girls. Well wish us luck… 🙂

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2 Out of 3

One year it has been for us to be separated and it only took one year for us to actually learn so much more than we could ever imagined. Indonesia, Japan and France, there are not close, not at all, but it seems distance doesn’t make the 3 of us grow apart cause we always keep in touch with each other and we also manage to comfort one another and to feel that we will always remain us.

We are the three musketeers that had been reunited on the field, the rugby fields, which make us believe, even until now that those places are sacred, cause we truly did find so many amazing and magical about those places. It always break our heart yet give us so much joy when we see the rugby fields. We are not playing the sport anymore for some reasons. Apparently we need each other.

This year I am so lucky to be able to actually meet one of the other musketeers who went to Japan for uni. I literally jumping and screaming when I saw her in front of my house. We called our day out as a date, we always do that. I heard so much of her experiences living abroad and I learn that she is too has learnt so many things about adulthood since the last time we met. Also from the other musketeer in France, she told me on the phone about so many things that I fond and excited about, but she has some other difficulties too that I believe she can get through it. For myself, I am beyond repair, I’ve learnt so many things and I took a risk that actually make me feel drowning into a quicksand and just simply suffocating in it.

Last Monday I went out again with Ima (the one who went to Japan). That time after we stroll around we decided to watch the Jakarta Banteng Rugby Club practice in Senayan on the hockey field. A little disappointed because we it didn’t take place in Simprug, the usual place they practice and the place where everything happened, the place where the three musketeers were born. We actually missed the smell of the grass and dirts on the field. There were no grass on the hockey field only a hard surface that I’m sure not a very pleasant place to fall onto. It didn’t look so much of the rugby sport if they weren’t any rugby ball to be played with. Ima and I sure enough though that there are some good explanations why the practice took place in there.

Well, other than the location we both always glad to see the Bantengs in practice, they somehow feel like our home, the home for us. There are so many changes and differences though, but it doesn’t change the fact that they treat each other as brother.

So overall Ima and I had a good day for remembering the old times, even it only took  2 out of 3 od us, at least we were better than none.

Indonesia Vs China

The 2 nations just walked in to the field.

Playing and watching rugby are the 2 things that I love to do, specially when I got to support my country, Indonesia. I really like the atmosphere, the players, the crowds and the way they act. It was just so exciting. I’m glad that I could come and cheer for the Rhinos (Indonesian National Team), I was there the whole time, taking pictures, jumping around, sweating and of course yelling. Both team were great, it was satisfying to watch them played, even though in the end the Rhinos didn’t win, I’m still proud of them. The final score was 32-23, not an embarrassing defeat for Indonesia, I mean for the fact that China was one division higher the year before, it was great. For the result China faced Guam and Indonesia faced Pakistan for the finals. I really hope that the Rhinos will keep better and better for the upcoming years. Go Rhinos!

 

A5N Division 3 2011

This year the third division of Asian 5 Nations trophy has fallen to the hands of China. China beats Guam with 28-18 for the final score. The winning of China once again brought them back to the second division. The match was held in Pelita Harapan University Karawaci, Indonesia for 2 years in a row.

Who doesn’t love a shinny trophy?

The captain of China, Zhang Zhiqiang.

You Smile, I Smile

He simply makes me smile. Don’t you just love his eyes? I captured this photo at Karawaci, Indonesia. This baby was there to watch his father played rugby for the Indonesian national team selection trial match. There’s no word to explain his cuteness.