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Thursday, May 13, 2004

My World
I think I've been neglecting many aspects of my life, yes I have many stuff to do and I faithfully does them everyday but I just haven't really been myself. Deep inside somewhere, something's not quite right.

My room's in an utter mess - that's super unlike of me (there's such a thing as organised mess though!) and it's getting dusty and all. Two nights ago I just did my laundry and my neighbour commented that she has never seen my laundry basket so full! Even during times when I'm rushing assignments, I would faithfully keep my room clean.

These days I haven't been thinking much actually. Sad to say. Not the thinking about how to go about doing things everyday but rather, thinking through things in my life etc. That's why I haven't really been blogging.

Maybe I'm just running away from thoughts, away from reality.

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It's two days to my party at home, I just cleared up my medals at home last weekend. Can't believe how many trophies and medals I won! I was a runner. Yeah. WAS. My pet event was 400m! (I won the same event every year in my sec school!) Hiyah those were the days. Kind of missed running. But it's hard to get myself on my feet again these days.

I missed running under the damn hot sun, I missed feeling my heart pound so heavily while racing, I missed the immense and intense adrenaline rush just before the start of a race, I missed the fatigue in my legs at the last part of the race, I missed running till I can't feel my legs.. I missed puking by the track and I missed the scent of the track!

I devoted my years back in sec school and college to track and field and because of my heavy commitment, there was no time, no room for other activities, so I never got to try being in library club (so that I can read all the books I want), being in any performing club (like the band) etc..

Ironically, I was going through my photos since childhood - there was never any picture of me racing, never any pictures of me in my running suit (except a few that my coach took).. and guessed what?! My parents have never been to any of my race! Him included..

Time to put on those shoes and re-live a dream.

@6:11:00 PM
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