Sexta-feira, Julho 23, 2004
Leila Barros: A Rainha Das Filipinas
She's a goddess. And she plays volleyball superbly.

Olympus Camedia: C-450 ZOOM
Leila, if you're reading this, which you probably won't in your lifetime (but my aspiration remains unabated anyway), I want to tell you that I've watched you play last Sunday at the Philsports Arena and you have drawn much of the crowd's attention. I think you looked more gorgeous with longer hair but you know you've always been captivatingly beautiful.
I did not like what Coach Guimaraes did about not letting you play in court as the game progressed. Everybody knew Brasil fans bought the costly tickets to see you and your juggernaut spikes! Erika and Virna may outdo the Koreans, Polish and Dominicans without you there in court (as a matter of fact, yours is unanimously incomparable to those teams) but we want to see you there anyway. Don't they know that you won MVP at the 1996 World Grand Prix? And that if it had not been because of you, Brasil would not have made it to championship in each world volleyball tournament, let alone the Olympics?
I was informed that after your last game (upon which your team ended up as champion, congratulations) here in my country last Sunday, you went straight to Megamall to purchase some laptop since you said it's an urgent need, while your other team mates went to a restaurant named Pantalan near Baywalk for a victory party. Boy, was I so distressed upon knowing that! I was at Pollo Loco, eating dinner with Mama and Ate Nik that same night and I felt terribly dreadful about not being able to bump into my most admired voleibol player -- voce. Instead, I saw John Lapus at the same restaurant I was in, dozing off on his chair while his family dined contentedly. If only I had known about this, I would've dashed my way to the mall's top floor and have your autograph.
My life sucks continually. But I realized I'm still fortunate to have seen you for the second time. Meanwhile, I end my post here. I will see you in patria amada Brasil soon. Beijos e abracos.

Leila, if you're reading this, which you probably won't in your lifetime (but my aspiration remains unabated anyway), I want to tell you that I've watched you play last Sunday at the Philsports Arena and you have drawn much of the crowd's attention. I think you looked more gorgeous with longer hair but you know you've always been captivatingly beautiful.
I did not like what Coach Guimaraes did about not letting you play in court as the game progressed. Everybody knew Brasil fans bought the costly tickets to see you and your juggernaut spikes! Erika and Virna may outdo the Koreans, Polish and Dominicans without you there in court (as a matter of fact, yours is unanimously incomparable to those teams) but we want to see you there anyway. Don't they know that you won MVP at the 1996 World Grand Prix? And that if it had not been because of you, Brasil would not have made it to championship in each world volleyball tournament, let alone the Olympics?
I was informed that after your last game (upon which your team ended up as champion, congratulations) here in my country last Sunday, you went straight to Megamall to purchase some laptop since you said it's an urgent need, while your other team mates went to a restaurant named Pantalan near Baywalk for a victory party. Boy, was I so distressed upon knowing that! I was at Pollo Loco, eating dinner with Mama and Ate Nik that same night and I felt terribly dreadful about not being able to bump into my most admired voleibol player -- voce. Instead, I saw John Lapus at the same restaurant I was in, dozing off on his chair while his family dined contentedly. If only I had known about this, I would've dashed my way to the mall's top floor and have your autograph.
My life sucks continually. But I realized I'm still fortunate to have seen you for the second time. Meanwhile, I end my post here. I will see you in patria amada Brasil soon. Beijos e abracos.
Carnaval took a nap at 3:45:00 PM
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