It's been an hour since training ended and I'm still at the grandstand near the lower fields. In a way, it's always been quiet here. I think I've spent more time here than at any other part in the school in the past 4 years.
Today, is officially the last training for the season. Sunday will just be a team run before the final showdown on Tuesday. I'm going to miss this- all of this.
I still remember playing for NTU even before I officially matriculated. The first tournament I've ever played was in KL. That was the first tournament I've played after 2 years of no-rugby thanks to the army. In a way, I'm not really complaining because I excelled in so many things in those 2 years- none of which could be replicated in my 4 years in university. But I've managed. I supposed the hardest part of this segment of my life is staying up the entire night just to write a thesis. Yes, I did it in just a period of 24 hours. With a lot of help from chubs of course. Still don't know what I'll do without her. I guess she's made my university life a lot easier with her presence in all the ways she could afford to.
Well, moving on, I'm still here. Sitting on this big giant styrofoam pallet which nobody knows it's exact purpose. Maybe it will be my magic carpet or something that will carry me back through all the years that have gone past.
Time has moved too fast for me. Everyday is a struggle for me to savor every moment with the people that matters to me. Truth be told, I am not looking forward to the next stage of my life. Or the next few stages for that matter. While there are certainly a lot of things to look forward to, things that you are not are on its way as well. During my final year in uni, some of my friends parents have passed on. While it is hard for me to imagine such a scenario, it must have been even harder for them. For me, it is still a scenario. For them, it's a reality. The Bandung trip with them will sort of serve as me claiming all the time lost of not spending with us. Since my brothers are not going, it'll just be the three of us. Funny how they choose to go on their anniversary. Funnier still that they actually lit up when I told them that I'll go.
As with many things, I do not know how much time I'm left with. Everyday is a struggle with savoring it since every moment could just be the very last. For rugby, Im only left till Tuesday. It's a definite. I am going to miss it a lot. Maybe someday I'll get to live it again through my son if he picks it up. I don't think I'll force him to but I'll just hope he does.
To the rugby team, it has been one hell of a journey. For all the highs and lows, I will not trade it for anything else if I was given the chance to do so. For the times we had to train in darkness. For the times that we suffered in matches. For the moment that I got to lift the trophy. I am going to cherish it all-all of it.
Life goes on and the only easy day was yesterday.
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