My idle mind got to the better of me. Ironically, it was when I was doing something which I view to be rather 'mechanical'. Yeah..stats. I hate it when everything just rewinds itself. It's like watching a dreadful horror flick(one that you wished that you had never watched) over and over again, like the DVD player is on some sort of demonic mission to rewind itself once the show is over and the remote is nowhere to be found. For the lack of better words, it sucks...really.

Being a middle child means having the middle child syndrome. It doesn't count if you have an age gap of almost a decade or so with your younger sibling. Symptoms of the syndrome includes having people to not understand you and then you doing them a favor of being difficult in opening up to them. It's never a one-way thing really. It's always two-ways. Even on the roads. If it was really a one-way street, then why do you still find people walking on the opposite direction? You can say that it only applies to motor-vehicles. Does it really? Or is it because we view it only as a one-way street only when we're in a certain situation such as that when we are commandeering a motor-vehicle? Soak it up into perspective people!

I know this is going to sound kinda gay but I can't be gay in comparison to people whom I know off! I was wondering through youtube when i stumbled upon videos of sclub7. I don't know how i got there because I remember i was browsing through A Day To Remember(awesome band! Look it up!) when the website loaded an Sclub7 video after one song ended. It kinda did me a back-to-to-past flashback as I was able to reminisce my secondary school days. It was all very vivid!

I remember waking up bright and early on Saturday mornings not for Saturday morning cartoons but for the Sclub7 tv show. Till this day, I have no idea why I woke up so early when the show was aired only at 10am. When they shifted the show to Sunday's at 11am, I did the same thing too. I made sure that my weekend religious class would either end before 11am or start after 12pm. Apparently, my "rearrangements" made a lot of people upset because while I call it that, some called it "playing truant" or "ponteng". Well, whatever floats their boat.

I do realize how gay it all sounds but who cares? It came to a point that I infused their songs into my rugby. I would listen hours on end to their songs before training starts. On the way to the match, I would listen to their songs too. That was the year of 2001. We won the 'C' Div Novice Championship. I was the top scorer! A year later, it all works out as I played for the combined schools team and all. Think it's still gay?

Well, the rest of my team-mates and school mates thought I was. So, I just had to reassure them that I truly wasn't the old fashioned way- girls! Well, just one girl actually. Rachel Stevens...yeahhhh....Well, another reason to be listening to their music and to go through all that trouble just to catch their show. I think I've even had correspondence with her once via Email. Although, i now have this sneaky feeling that it was really some imposter. Oh wells, I was 14..I had some rights to being naive right?

14 to 23. That's 9 years ago! Well, it still gives me that warm fuzzy feeling anyway. Maybe I should start listening to their songs again in view of the this coming 4-Unis Championship. Perhaps, after all that, I'd actually make it to the National Team. Too bad that by this time, the legendary Anchor Reds have already been disbanded.

Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up