I can barely still remember it, those days of oozing fresh sweat. Regularly, if I may add. Those days of keeping myself fit, even though I myself was not consciously intend to. I have nearly forgotten how good it feels of having fresh sweat flowing slowly down my body like glacier. The sensation is wonderful, not to mention contenting. After a day of playing sports, I could not help but to feel satisfied. Tired I was, but happy I was! Nowadays, I am only sweating during hot weather. And it is also different. There is nothing fresh about it. There is nothing nice about it. In fact, it feels so damn irritating to sweat like a sweltering shade.

The last time I did sports regularly was about one and a half years ago. And to be frankly speaking, I was under pressure (I was in the third year of junior high school and I have to have scores for my Physical Education final practical test, so I was all about randomly choosing aerobics just so that at least I would have decent scores). The last time I did sports regularly on my own free will was about, God forbid, three and a half years ago. Back to my early years, when I was just a seven-years-old kid, I took table tennis as my extracurricular activity. Not to mention that two years later, I even took athletics while still playing table tennis. I was also into wushu, which I did love (but I have to say, this one was ultra-exhausting). Actually, I was quite obsessive about playing table tennis. I trained really hard and I did manage to achieve the third rank on a school competition (when I was in primary school). Uh, those interesting days. Unfortunately, everything works out the wrong way. My intensive self-training (as well as the training given by my trainers) resulted in me being truly exhausted. I dropped my extracurricular activities after having finished my first year of junior high school and spent my second year living my life lazily (and unhealthily), just to came back with aerobics the next year under pressure. And by that time, I have changed. Along with aerobics, I did take other three extracurricular activities. But they are not about keeping me fit and healthy. They have much more to do with my brain. I took the article section of MADING (Indonesian bulletin board), the music section of E=mc2 (English bulletin board), and ELDS (English Literature and Debating Society). As you see, I had lost my entire interest in sports by that time.

Lately, these few days, I occassionally went to my primary school and I was reminded by my childhood memories. Damn, those days! Not only that! It had opened my eyes. It is so nice to see people everywhere on the training field, playing anything from basketball to simply running around the field. I was like, eh, “If only I cared a lot more about myself, today I might have been there with them, playing joyfully.”, and it did not just stops there. This afternoon, a volleyball bounced towards my way and hit my arms. It did not hurts, it never was. But I am sad. I was not able to show reflex. I did not try to tackle the ball or hit it back. I did not have the reflex. Even worse, I was too lazy to avoid the ball. I just let it hit me because, well, I know that it would not hurt. But, damn! I disappoint myself. Was that all I could do? Could not I at least move a metre or so to saved myself? Duh!

The story ends there. But allow me to speak a few more things. I really miss the days I have had fresh sweat oozing down my body. The sensation it evokes. The whole thing.

Anyway, if you wonder why I use sweat as the imagery of the satisfaction gained by playing sports, well, I know this is not important. As I have said before, the sweat coming out from doing sports (fresh sweat) and the sweat coming out as a result of hot weather (plain sweat) are different, although they might seem to be the same at first place. Fresh sweat has that manly odour. You know, that gentle odour. The one that makes me feel so masculine. I am not joking. I know this might sounds weird, but it is true. As a man, I do feel content for having that masculine odour. Perhaps that is why sometimes I intentionally choose not to wipe my sweat even though I am too wet already (I still do sports nowadays, just not that regularly, unless you count self-pleasuring as sports, but do not get me carried away since it is another story, hehe). Besides, I have a fetishism with liquid. Call me freaky if you want, but I love having liquid flowing on my body. My skin is quite sensitive, it feels so nice to feel the liquid. I also regard taking a shower as sensuality. Again, call me freaky. I just cannot help to satisfy my skin as one of the five senses, just like satisfying my ears with nice music. By the way, I think I have to end this article. It has gotten out of topic.

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