After 11 days of the New Year, I reckon it's time to finally blog. Didn’t exactly know why; perhaps it’s the first day with a singular double-digit number. Anyway, I think that I have started the year brilliantly, hopefully ending in the same fashion.
Ok. I was busy, very busy. Can’t believe how much responsibilities I have undertaken after being the track captain. But it’s kind of an insatiable feeling, getting more and more respect. Yet again, it seems that I have to re-negotiate the time I spend with my lecture notes and football, gosh.
Orientation 2005: I guess it was kinda successful for us track people. While football have 170 applicants, football have 60 over trialists, and even choir- near 40 people wanted to sing. It seems that through it all, track is the least appealing cca to most people. I agree. What more can you do other than running? Running is not an interesting sport. It never will be (Debatable-but I’ll not digress). We expected no more than 30 people to sign their names at our booth, and to our delight, near 40 of them are going to visit the track orientation this weekend.
Sadly, still, it seems that Cjc doesn’t produce convincing enough runners. Last year, we were the best performing cca, yet without much credit. This year, I believed there was more than matthew that was laughed off by the j1s as a gig. Crap. I really can’t believe how I’ll react if someone tells me I’m slow.
At least we love to run. I think that’s more than enough.
Let’s finally shift our attention. Guess what? I’VE DONE A GOOD DEED!! I was kinda surprised by this, yet in a way, proud of such act. I’ve helped a blind man look out for his bus, waiting with him for 20 minutes.
I was walking home from school yesterday, every weary. It was the day I least expect to help anyone anything, since I had survived a double training session in a day- PE and Track training. I was dragging my feet every five steps I took, barely able to complete a 5km route by foot. When I was passing by this bus stop 1km away from my house, I saw a man, struggling to balance himself with a stick, almost tripping off the edge of the pathway and onto the road. I had the urge to care less and walk off.
Luckily, a second thought saved my conscience. I walked towards him asked if he needed any help. He was blind, in his early fifties. Surprisingly, he was neatly dressed, hair properly combed back. He told me his bus number, blissfully accepting my help.
That was perhaps the longest time I’ve waited for a bus. Yet, I never once felt anxious about getting home. I was nervous though, contemplating how I should help the old man onto the bus. At the same time, I couldn’t seem to escape from the thought of being rewarded. However, I’ve not yet tell this to anyone. Let’s just say that I hope I’m not doing a good deed for a reason. I mean, I wanted to do an uncompromised deed.
I felt blessed though. Everyone at the bus stop was staring at me. I was proud of myself, really proud.
I’ve never been happier.
