Adrenaline thrill

I am about one hour away from attending/participating in one of my favorite events in school. This is one of the very few good things about school, the sports day. I may not be much of a sports person myself but I really love this event. But, I do consider myself an adrenaline junkie. It's a thing about that rush, that excitement, that fear. I just love that feeling.

Sports day is when enemies become friends, when you cheer for your team until your voice is shrill, when you and your comrades strive to be a part of the winning team and oh that rush, the sweet adrenaline rush.

Bungee jumping, skiing, sky diving, wild water rafting, scuba diving, that's my thing and this may sound clichéd but life's all about the game so may the best man win.

Rush hour ...

It's the early hour of the morning, probably the most rushed and stressful hour. I am literally hungry for sleep, all I can thing of is sleep. Its cold outside and I'm in my warm bed still in the world of dreams, the time we think that the surreal world of dreams of ours is actually true.

I hear my shrill and unfeeling alarm waking up with much more cheer I must say, looking forward to start its day. All I want is five more minutes of sleep but those five more minutes of sleep can create a problem. Getting ready in the morning is a race. I have less than five minutes to face the world.

Ending this on a more philosophical note, this ain't going to end, so we might as well get used to it. Sigh.....