Sunday, August 22, 2010 / 12:09 AM
哪怕这世界毁灭 我也只要你 爱我;
This is why I just hate situations where I can't state my point clearly enough to prevent any misunderstandings. I'm going to explain. But just not right now. Not when I'm going to end up rash and unreasonable.
But please, don't expect out of others what you don't give in the first place. Whenever the situation's turned around, vice versa.
ATHLETICS YOG (Y)
Gosh we went down at 8am, when the booth opened to see if we could get any. I was kinda freaking out when we saw the queue, cos we planned to reach at around 7.30 at first but ended up leaving the house 7.30 -.-
So anyway, yeah I was freaking out and I wonder why it didn't cost me a public scream-fest but ohwells. We almost couldn't get 4 tickets to the morning one but some nicenice person decided to return a ticket to the booth and we got it FOC.
Oh and the person was so blur she only collected $90 for 4 tickets. And my blur mother didn't realise it until AFTER the whole session. Plus the FOC one, we saved $60.
Oh but in the end we did the same thing for my night session ticket -return the ticket to the booth. Cos I had nobody to go with and it wasn't "safe" so yeah.
Nevermind. It was an experience. Gosh I really enjoyed it.
I mean, some may say that Track's boring. But I honestly think it's sports, boiled down to it's very essence. And what's boring about
that?
When the i-forgot-what-country girl won the 100m Hurdles and ran down with her flag, I honestly felt so proud on her behalf. I knew what it felt like to win, and I could only imagine what it felt like to win a gold at such a big international stage. For her country, no less.
I almost cried ): It was so happy and beautiful and nice and made me almost wish that I was still in track where my heart belongs.
My mother kept going on about how it's a pity I wasn't still in track (slogging my guts out)
haha she said that partly cos there was one athlete with a timing of 15s. but still -.- I know I wouldn't be happy in Track. I can't lie and say I don't miss Track.
I miss the feeling of running on that red track with the heat burning my eyes and the strain on muscles killing every desire for finishing the race. And the exhilaration when crossing the line, no matter in what position.
But it's different when crossing the line in last place doesn't matter. That, THATS what I love. I'll be honest with myself. I hate the stress I give myself in Track, and also when everyone thinks I'm fast -enough to win.
SIGH. I couldn't stand the stress. So I quit. It isn't something to be proud of. But it's the truth.
And thats why I admire those people running on that very same stadium I ran at back in P5. No matter their speeds, no matter what happens in the end. Why I teared when I saw that victorious grin on all their faces. They've come so far and trained so hard. Just for a chance to run.
And me?
I gave up that chance. Cos it's the running that matters, really. Nothing else.
Messed up priorities in Track, I guess that was my problem.
Sigh. OKAY ANYWAY IT WAS A HAPPY EVENT SO I SHALL NOT GET STUPIDLY THOUGHTFUL.
Going out of the stadium was so fun cos I walked right past all the athletes!
Granted, they weren't exactly particularly goodlooking but thats not the point! :D
though I do think that the South African 400m Silver Medallist was....^^Hahahahaha it was really fun and gosh I kinda regret not insisting on going alone for the night races. But oh well. (Y)
But damn, I missed the dateline for Philo journal cos I was out.
Who the heck went and made the deadline 9.30am in the morning please -.- So what if it was opened last Friday. 9.30am just isn't cool ):
Shall just tell Alwin Ho I didn't know it closed so early in the morning and I went in the afternoon.
Because everyone needs a reason to smile.
And my reason's you.12 days.
Labels: ramblings, saranghaeyo, YOG
