Cathartic. I was playing bball just now after PBL, a silent celebration of the start of the short (and therefore much valued) break. Brings back memories. It was a little RI-esque, playing under the hot sun outdoors, tired but still wanting to go on. Memories from a time when you walked with a swagger and thought you were superman, and could dodge bullets. Haha, maybe it's just a basketballer thing. Oh well, I guess times have changed (putting sunscreen on was unheard of back in school! haha), people have changed. We all have to grow up. And realise that we can't fly.

Yawn, sleep beckons.