lost

i'm finally back on track with lost season 5. been watching it almost non stop. but that's a story for another day.

today was the last training session, for real. i guess rugby for me here in singapore has come to a halt. this is the end. everything has come full circle.

it's hard for me to put the kind of feeling into words now. it's hard to swallow the fact that this might be the last time that i'll ever set foot into hwa chong, onto the familiar pitch, where countless hours are spent perfecting that place kick, savoring every moment that i ever had to just have a run on the wide open space, or just day dreaming under the setting sun that one day we might just get a chance to play here.

i know this place... every inch of turf, every pot hole. the familiar scent, the change of winds. the temptation of the goal posts, the jubilation of a successful drop goal. breathlessness, unquenchable thirst. every drop of sweat and blood, that gratifying spring in your steps. it's a magical place, it's my theater of dreams.

i feel a little lost, but assured at the same time that some good will come out of it. it's been like this and it will always be like this. we've all shared the same experience: that leap of faith, writing your name on the sheet of paper with a horribly scribbled "hc rugby" for the first and last time. and then you were "in", putting your trust in people you've never even met before. but it had always turned out just fine because we've always had kind hearted people, crazy people, passionate people, who had carried one another and continued on a proud tradition of this game that we've all come to love.

i'm lost for words. so, for one last time: hwa chong, whoosh!


+listening to: try by john mayer trio