Muddy Grass

today for pe we played soccer on the muddy field.
we got onto the field. it was soggy from yesterdays rain.
i took of my shoes and dumped them at the stadium steps.
the field from where i was looked like muddy grass
smelt like muddy grass
what i was stepping on, felt like muddy grass too.
i havent played barefooted on a field since my ri days. that was during ncc. i hardly play such games on my own accord. wuss. thats right. whatever.
running on the muddy field, it just felt so familiar, so comforting. mud splattered on my clothes, but heck im not the one washing it. mud did not feel dirty. it felt like, my friend. as it clumped up between my toes, it felt good.
maybe rj mud is different from sarimbun mud. or maybe we were terrorised little sec 1s then as they tortured us incessantly, what with pouring water n making the place muddier before we had to use our clothes to make a path across. it was pure hazing, pure hazing in the guise of imbuing the rafflesian spirit. but i guess it worked to a certain extent. we got close n we started to love mud. after obs we loved sand as well, anyway.
it felt good running up and down even though people wouldnt pass the ball to a wuss. i wouldnt want to have the ball passed to me, esp when people like justin are around. his larger mass gives him greater momentum. and the stopping time is already damn long for me. we felt like we were maneuvering battleships across the field. have to decide on the course way ahead. and at the same time ensure we dont fall. esp during corners.
the feeling was magic.
i just had to take the opposing stand. heehee.
i should be mugging but im not.
and to samuel, there are better fish in the ocean. and who cares what she thinks.
hah.