Segunda-feira, Dezembro 13, 2004
Volley A La Leila Barros
I don't know how to play volleyball but I love the sport and I think I shall forever just remain a spectator of volleyball games, most especially Leila's games. My badminton days are over and now I'm stuck in this entire second semester trying to play volleyball as my PE. Today was horrific. I mean, it's been ages since I last played this sport. And just this morning I was compelled to hold this lightweight rubber ball, toss it above me and hit it with my radii for fifty consecutive times! My arms hurt so terribly afterward that very conspicuous, small, and ugly patches of hematoma start to appear under my skin.
My good friend sent me an early Christmas present this morning. Even before I took her gift, she warned me that it's not something anyone would describe as pragmatic but she reassured me that her present's cute anyway. So I unwrapped it soon after we parted and I found out that a flower ornament is indeed not a practical gift. But I find it so cute, so soft, so girly, and so flamboyant. My classmates are attracted to this radiant little thing as well and that thought makes me happy, too. Immediately when I got home this evening, I hung it outside my bedroom door and it looked so appealing that you have got to visit my house to marvel at it.
Now, on more personal matters:
For the record, I have a huge crush on my Pathophysiology instructor. I am learning so much from him. He's a doctor. He's very brilliant and funny and gay. I believe I have never been taught about the human body the way he had been teaching us. And from this, it was easy to conclude that my Anatomy and Physiology class last semester was nothing but a gargantuan joke.
Pamela Wan is a mammoth piece of joke as well and I think Block Five deserves a re-take of Anatomy and Physiology because it was very unjust for the CN to place us in the hands of this psycho last semester.
Good night for now. The thrombi in my life shall break loose tomorrow. I hope. I hope.
My good friend sent me an early Christmas present this morning. Even before I took her gift, she warned me that it's not something anyone would describe as pragmatic but she reassured me that her present's cute anyway. So I unwrapped it soon after we parted and I found out that a flower ornament is indeed not a practical gift. But I find it so cute, so soft, so girly, and so flamboyant. My classmates are attracted to this radiant little thing as well and that thought makes me happy, too. Immediately when I got home this evening, I hung it outside my bedroom door and it looked so appealing that you have got to visit my house to marvel at it.
Now, on more personal matters:
For the record, I have a huge crush on my Pathophysiology instructor. I am learning so much from him. He's a doctor. He's very brilliant and funny and gay. I believe I have never been taught about the human body the way he had been teaching us. And from this, it was easy to conclude that my Anatomy and Physiology class last semester was nothing but a gargantuan joke.
Pamela Wan is a mammoth piece of joke as well and I think Block Five deserves a re-take of Anatomy and Physiology because it was very unjust for the CN to place us in the hands of this psycho last semester.
Good night for now. The thrombi in my life shall break loose tomorrow. I hope. I hope.
Carnaval took a nap at 10:37:00 PM
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