On the way back home from buying like so many birthday presents for people, Julia, my bros and I stopped when we saw our friend Tom playing at the playground.

Then, Julia had the great idea for us to join in.

she dragged me with her, followed by my bros.

We ended up playing with 9 other people and a girl, the same age as us, Charlotte.

We played Virus, Ice and Water, and all those other catching games.

And...I was still the only person who hadn't used their legs to actually run yet.

I overheard Julia and Charlotte talking about what schools they wanted to go to next year.

Julia told her that I wanted to go SOTA, but not which department I'm entering.

Charlotte personally asked me if I was going for art or music.

It was art.

Then, I dunno how she knew, she told me that from looking at me, she could tell I was either going for art or music, not dance or film or science or anything else.

so weird.

Well, we played our last game called Baton.

Basically, there are 2 teams.

The captain chooses the teammates.

I fucking ended up on a team of slow runners, and Charlotte chose one of my bros and Julia and all those fast ones.

Wow.

How am I slow?

My teammates don't even want me.

I overheard them saying that I don't run at all.

Well, Charlotte then became the 'baton'.

You basically just run until your tired and you pass on the 'baton' to other teammates by tapping them.

It started.

Obviously, I just stood there.

I wasn't even sweating.

I just quietly walked to the corner where nobody can really see me.

And it went on.

Before I knew it, I caught up to people, became the 'baton' several times, and did EVERY SINGLE THING by myself.

I was even running faster than Charlotte, who was then the fastest.

And the thing is, I'm smiling.

Then, I stopped running all of a sudden.

I was gasping, my legs were shaking, my ribs hurt.

I don't have asthma.

Then why did I felt like I was literally breathless?

I realized that I ran too fast.

I was over my limit. Surpassed it.

After 2 years, 2 whole years of laziness, knee and ankle injuries, I managed to run just as fast as my friend from 2 years ago once more.

Now, time for some historical recap.

That friend from 2 years ago, was the fastest boy I've seen in reality so far, with my own eyes.

Faster than Brandon, faster than Vishnu, faster than Jovan.

I played with him last time when I always passed by the playground, and I always wondered if one day I'll catch him.

And, I think I've mentioned this before in my book 'A Baka's Diary', that something happened when I was chasing that guy, and I caught him.

I could never forget his look of surprise.

Over next few weeks, he simply disappeared.

And me, the one who ran as fast as him, didn't give a shit about it.

Sure, my brothers and I missed playing with him, but we didn't see him ever again.

At school, my friends were also all surprised.

Well, the only ones who knew this 2 year old story and the reason behind my increase in speed was 3 my best friends.

Then, I became proud.

Too proud.

I would always win at catching, running.

I would brag about it.

But then, 2015 came.

I started to trip, fall, and injure my leg, my arms.

It always took so long for the wounds to recover, and that year, I ran the least.

Once it was July, I had completely lost all my speed.

I was slow.

I was weak.

And the injuries kept happening.

All my friends overtook me in races.

My new friends last year, Potato, Juvianne, Vishnu, Sushi and alot more, who never knew that I ran that fast before, thought I was always like that.

They were all fast.

Fast as hell.

I was slow.

I really suck.

I'm really a horrible person.

I even forgot my friend for a split second there.

WELL, end of stupid recap.

You all know another part of my life now.

and remember it.

Well, basically, I was surprised that I could run that fast again, even if its for a few minutes.

But I wore out my body.

I still kept running.

I was happy.

I felt like the wind when I was running.

I remembered mah friend who disappeared.

It's been too long.

But, in the end, when everyone had to go home, I literally almost collapsed on the spot, still smiling and all that.

Once I reached home, my father was like holy shit what happened.

Well, I didn't tell them.

I'm just happy today.

Very happy.

Oh, and the presents I bought are for Juvianne and Calista's birthday. Their birthdays are coming up.

Calista's one is almost a week away.

BE GRATEFUL YOU TWO

BOW TO ME

WORSHIP ME-nah just kiddin.

Cya!