Skating Rink

Skating Rink

Skat­ing rink, I love them, I hate them.

It was one of those days when I was at Pyra­mid Ice. I cap­tured this pic­ture with my iPhone, and thought the guy was pret­ty good looking.

I don’t know, but I have been always in the lik­ing for some­one that is younger than me. My friends say that I like them you, I guess.

Skating Rink

I had always loved the skat­ing rink. It was my sec­ond time on the rink, I think. It looked so easy when you see peo­ple young and old glid­ing on the ice grace­ful­ly. My first time, it was slip­pery, nev­er­mind that. The grooves that those peo­ple make on the ice, felt right to my legs. Why can’t peo­ple build soft­er skat­ing shoes? Per­haps that way, I don’t feel the grooves on the ice?

It was a weird feel­ing, a feel­ing that I did not remem­ber from my first time skat­ing at Pyra­mid Ice.

I still remem­ber the first time, after so many times of per­suad­ing that the boy need to do, that I went over to the rink, with him and anoth­er friend. The boy gave the excuse that we can final­ly hold hands in pub­lic, which is a very much giv­en excuse, ever since my fond­ness of pub­lic dis­play of affection.

After that much per­sua­sion I final­ly gave in, and with anoth­er friend, we went to the skat­ing rink.

The stinky shoes, the chill from the ice, the sog­gy gloves.

I final­ly did it. I was on the ice. The boy hold me by my hand, slow­ly drag­ging me. I tried to slide on the ice myself, and to no avail, I felt like my world been shak­ing too much, I can’t stand still on my feet.

There it was, the fall. Right smack cen­ter of that 2 butt cheeks. I felt the ice crack­ing until the skin of my pants, I real­ly did.

I sat there on the ice, unspo­ken. Still trau­ma­tized from the fall. The fear that I feared the most.

It was those feel­ing where you want­ed to shout out loud, but there’s some­thing that is block­ing your vocal cords. It was the same feel­ing that I had last time, when I fell down from the bicy­cle on the way to school.

I do admire peo­ple that can skate very well. I admire that they do not have the pho­bia of falling down like I did. I know damn well that, with­out this falling sen­sa­tion, I too can be very good at it. I love the care­free move­ments, I love the speed and I love the sen­sa­tion of wind rub­bing against the hair.

Skating Rink

Of course, the boy picked me up after that. He was wor­ried. He kept on ask­ing me if I was alright, but I can’t answer him. Just kept on nod­ding to him, and he then took me the the bench.

He hold me tight, wor­ried about what had hap­pened. I can see it from his eyes that he had regret drag­ging me to the skat­ing rink despite my protest. I wish I could tell him it was alright, and that I do not blame him.

We hugged, for once at the bench at the skat­ing rink com­pound, in the pub­lic eyes, we hugged.

Lovers Kissing

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6 Responses to Skating Rink

  1. cyrus February 18, 2009 at 11:32 pm #

    wao… tis remind me when the 1st time i went to sun­way for ice skat­ing… real­ly bad experienced.…^^

  2. Cedric Ang February 19, 2009 at 12:32 pm #


    My first time was­n’t that bad. The sec­ond one with the boy was.

    • cyrus February 20, 2009 at 8:59 pm #

      @Cedric Ang, erm.…may im not good in tis… my 1st time until he 3rd time oso the same.…

  3. Kun April 7, 2009 at 12:09 am #


    • Cedric Ang April 8, 2009 at 6:36 am #


      And you still come to my blog, interesting.

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