Sunday, August 20, 2006

Trapped...

The mind is indeed a very powerful object indeed... It can alter your opinion on a subject in a blink of an eye, changing love to hate, friends to foe... Yet it can also pervent the change from happening, like in the case of sports and me...

No matter how many years have passed, I still find sports immersely unpleasant... From years of being one of the many spectators @ various sports meets, wasting my already short life by watching the participants compete and having no idea who won or whatever, I've developed the mentality tt such events are a total waste of time and effort to even watch...

[Friday] proved my point even further... The girls wanted to cheer our classmate @ the hits, so I dumbly tagged along as we've decided to have dinner together... The notion of actually enjoying the sight did cross my mind... Yet once I've witnessed our classmate doing the short put for abt 3 tries and I attempted to cheer him on, the enjoyment just disappeared as the sight of him throwing ball after ball, trying to beat records of his competitors as well as his own personal best bore me to the core...

Tt's not all... Since there's going to be a run and tug-of-war, we have no choice but to retreat to the [Grand Stand] to cheer and render our support. Imagine, sitting down and watching 6 ppl run as fast as they could to see who could be first... I have no idea which runner is repesenting my house and hence, I just stared dumbly @ the ppl running, and clapping when the cue comes, uninterested in whoever won the race... To me, 6 ppl racing just reminds me of the primary sch days, when you race with friends to see who's the fastest... Ironice huh, tt when you race on the track, it's normal... But when you race anywhere else in the vicinity of the sch, it's being reduced to a childish act...

In addition, when the boredom is abt to consume me, I've decided to take a walk to the canteen and not wanting to create any suspicion to my feelings, I decided to buy some food so tt @ least I could have an excuse... Then I went to look for [SL] to kill time... We chatted a little and my instincts tell me tt there's something different abt him... Of late, he has become a little distant, like the connection on a friendship lv has been cut off... Maybe it's the stress of all the exams and so on... Who knows???

I'm getting a little out of point there... [SL] then attempted to change the subject and asked who's winning the tug-of-war... Oh, sure I did witness the game and I've watched it... But I don't know which side represents which team... Like what I've told him, 'Sports and Shawn don't mix well with one another'...

Did saw the [J1] eye cady of mine though as I returned to join my clique... Even though some say he isn't all tt good-looking, which is partially true... I don't really care cause I actually find tt he hasa very... Cute character... LOL... I'm going all crazy here...

The clique, finally got affected by boredom, decided to leave and head over to [BP] for lunch and a whole lot of gossiping... Now tt's what I'll say is entertainment...

With exams coming over and I'm getting a little stress, the hormones are beginning to get a little wacky... Wonder if I'm able to have the willpower to contain my desire to throw myself @ any guy I see until after my 'A's... LOL...

P.S: In a matter of hours, it'll be 2 yrs already... The wound has healed, but the scar's still there... Yet with all the skincare tt's available, I'm starting to move on...

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