Why do we love?

So woke up damn freaking early today to do my e-learning. Finished it in about one and a half hours. Not too bad. Then I met Bok and Sim and we went to swim. (hey it rhymes!) And we swam for like an hour plus, many many laps. So damn tired i tell you. Could barely walk after that. Okay I'm exaggerating. But guess what? I've got a tanline on my thighs. If you wanna see it, come find me. ;) Just kidding. I'm not that gay can.

Well, proper swimming after like, 10 years, feels good again. The way you hold your breathe underwater, the way your body floats, the way you feel the hot sun and the coolness of the water, mashed into one feeling against your skin. Damn. I think swimming was the first official sport I've ever gotten into, and that was probably the start of my "sporting career". If I remember correctly, I think the highest grade i've gotten was a Gold. Didn't make it to Gold-star. But still. I can swim. Hahaha.

Tomorrow will be the start of everything. Training at 5pm, till late. And we have our very first match on Thursday, against RJC. DAMN I'M EXCITED. Till then, it's healthy living. No fried stuff, no chilli blah blah blah, and no soft drinks. Just to maintain the stamina and keep the fats low.

PJ Volleyball is gonna own your asses man. Watch out.

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Well, thinking about stuff. Like religion, christianity. I've seemed to lose all my christian friends. Friends who used to encourage me. Friends who used to tell me to press on and not be influenced by the world. I used to have people telling me not to give up living for Jesus. Caring for me and asking how I was doing in school and stuff. Now? On the contrary, the perfect irony, it's the non-christians that are waay more concerned for me. Where are my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ? Am I just living a life that's not worthy of the calling anymore? Am I going to be cut off from the spiritual world? And bloody hell, it's not helping that we're studying Boey Kim Cheng's Another Place, cos he's just a poet who keeps slamming Christianity, and sometimes he makes some sense too. Because he's stating all the questions that I'm asking now. About life, about everything. Where does this lead to? So many questions, so little answers. I'm taking it one step at a time. Goodbye for now.