Aching all over

I haven't ran for such a long time. As in running for sports. Frisbee yesterday was AMAZING! So, I went down around 2.00pm to look at Muddy Grass (one of the clubs) train. Joyce helped me with practicing my forehand and also explained the tactics to me. I didn't get the train with the club, because they were running set plays, but I got to do the Albert Beer Challenge (ABC). I realised that Albert, one of the first few members of Muddy Grass, was actually my classmate in primary school and we have known each other for forever, practically. He's leaving for Amsterdam for an exchange program next Sunday. And also, I know a lot more people in the group than I think. Old friends from RJC, and even from RI. The ABC is a pickup game with beer involved. Everytime your team scores, all of you have to drink. Then the game goes on. We finished an entire keg. Which meant that we ran out of alcohol halfway through.

I was running up and down the field, diving, laying out, jumping for the frisbee. I sprinted through the mud, got absolutely muddy and slimy. Over 5 hours out on the NUS field, running my heart out. I have all my wounds, and bruises to show for it too, and my muscles are aching all over. I got hit in the nose by a frisbee because I didn't catch it in time to save my face. So my nose hurts too. =) But all in all, I had a wonderful time, breathing hard after the sprints, throwing the frisbee and making new friends. I'm going to be doing my pickup frisbee to get to know the people even better. Hopefully, they'll ask me to join the club soon. I need to go buy cleats, so that my new sports shoes don't die in the mud. After all that frisbee, we went for dinner at a seafood restaurant. The food was so good. Food never taste better than after sports, a good shower and good company.

Once that was done, I went over to Guohao's place. He left for Cambridge today, to continue with his studies and his research. The tables are now turned. For the past years, he has always been the one sending me off at the airport when I left for Stanford. Now, I'm done and it's my turn to send him off. Seeing the airport brings back so many memories, of leaving, of being overseas, of college, of leading my own life, of independence and freedom. I couldn't help feeling a pange and an ache in my heart, wanting to be in America, running around, living a good life instead of being back here. I have changed so much since 4 years ago. Singapore just doesn't feel like home anymore. Guohao asked me to visit him in the UK when I can. I will, in another few years, since he's going to be there for quite some time. Maybe even after I'm done with my bond.

I'll miss Guohao. We have been friends for so long, and everytime summer comes along, we hang out and chill all the time. Now, it'll be another year before I'll see him. Probably a short one for him, a long year for me.