it's like reminiscing a long lost lover
I miss being an athlete. The discipline that came with it and not to mention the fulfillment training gave. I have to admit that after 8 years of football I grew tired of it, but that fact that I have not had serious training in more than two years and that I am now craving for it, it says something, you know?
Aside from the fact that I feel sluggish all the time and the most work out I get is walking to and from Katipunan, I miss being part of a team. Playing futsal with random people every sunday is way different than training with your team three times a week. Sometimes, when I'm walking in school to my 730 AM eco class, I pass by the football team training and I can't help but stop and watch for a while. Stop myself from throwing down my books and running into the field. I remember the smell of the grass early in the morning, and the buzz of energy before a tournament. The thrill of scoring a goal. The thrill of leaving a bitchy opponent in your dust (especially the all around favorite, little miss "just pass the ball to me"). The feeling of a cold gold medal in the palm of your hand. Watching the sunset while lying down on the field, your kleats all muddy and the grass sticking to your back. Hahaha.
Yeah, there's some random nostalgia for ya.
Oh and is it just me, or was I looking for some absolute drama last night or what? *vague*
Anyway, last night was Chicane's second time here in Manila and I'm still glad that I didn't go. I felt bad about wasting the three names I put on the guest list (sorry to the people I was supposed to go with. I was confusing last night I know, I think I changed my mind like four times) but yeah, the rain was a downer and I was feeling so way out of it I don't know what came over me.
Besides, the first time Chicane was here was a pretty special night for me. So I was thinking, do I really wanna ruin my good memories of the first time I saw them with a crappy second time? Nasayangan lang talaga ako sa guest list. Even until now. Oh well, maybe Paul Van Dyke will come back or something and maybe it won't be so near finals week :|
At dahil tinadtad ko kayo ng FAIL in my last entry, something to change it up:
Aside from the fact that I feel sluggish all the time and the most work out I get is walking to and from Katipunan, I miss being part of a team. Playing futsal with random people every sunday is way different than training with your team three times a week. Sometimes, when I'm walking in school to my 730 AM eco class, I pass by the football team training and I can't help but stop and watch for a while. Stop myself from throwing down my books and running into the field. I remember the smell of the grass early in the morning, and the buzz of energy before a tournament. The thrill of scoring a goal. The thrill of leaving a bitchy opponent in your dust (especially the all around favorite, little miss "just pass the ball to me"). The feeling of a cold gold medal in the palm of your hand. Watching the sunset while lying down on the field, your kleats all muddy and the grass sticking to your back. Hahaha.
Yeah, there's some random nostalgia for ya.
Oh and is it just me, or was I looking for some absolute drama last night or what? *vague*
Anyway, last night was Chicane's second time here in Manila and I'm still glad that I didn't go. I felt bad about wasting the three names I put on the guest list (sorry to the people I was supposed to go with. I was confusing last night I know, I think I changed my mind like four times) but yeah, the rain was a downer and I was feeling so way out of it I don't know what came over me.
Besides, the first time Chicane was here was a pretty special night for me. So I was thinking, do I really wanna ruin my good memories of the first time I saw them with a crappy second time? Nasayangan lang talaga ako sa guest list. Even until now. Oh well, maybe Paul Van Dyke will come back or something and maybe it won't be so near finals week :|
At dahil tinadtad ko kayo ng FAIL in my last entry, something to change it up: