Lost In Beauty-

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

it's such a long tuesday.. gotta wake up early and end school late..
morning.. that something i really fear.. it's ball.. till now, i still couldn't believe that i am choosing netball as my sports and wellness.. fancy me suffering from "ballbia" (you know.. ball + phobia = ballbia).. i hate balls since secondary school times.. long time back yes.. but i have had an unhappy life with balls around.. balls fall flat on my face and getting headshot thrice! even if i was just a onlooker or a passerby.. i was merely taking my shortcut for the bunch of my school guys were playing halfcourt.. i-so-hate-balls! well.. *ahemz* back to my topic.. 2 big rounds around the track.. we've learnt 5 so-called methods of throwing.. bored me out.. wasn't just a throw throw throw game, why the 5 methods when throwing is just simple.. practised.. had a hard battle with those netballs.. you've to face the oncoming ball with fear that it would hit your face the moment your action is retard.. my partner is grace.. dun see her small in size, but she can throw balls above my reach and make me run like a madwoman.. *sspzt.. she's brown-belted*.. next, we had a small match between the 18 of us.. think liduan is the only one who knows netball.. she played well.. match start, everyone is running mad lah.. just to catch the ball.. i can't imagine 18 idoits(including me..) going after a stupid ball.. but the miracle is, i play throughout.. no complaint, no foul, no catching of balls running around the court.. i never broke the rule! weet~! ttx something i should party about.. but i could say.. the whole game is very tiring.. my thigh is aching.. total worn-out.. grace and liduan all looks tired at the end of the day.. towards the last lesson, i heard grace and regina singing childhood rhymes.. haha.. i joined in as well.. practically singing almost everything we could remember.. funny actions funny rhythm.. laughters.. all of us knows how to sing except meena and yingying.. meena understandable, she's indian.. yingying couldn't sing a thing.. they diagnosed her as deprived of childhood.. tsk tsk tsk..

three big sotong(s) in my class.. half way down the lesson, i realised i can't find one of my book.. ask regina check whether is it with her, she say.. have.. pulled out, only to know tt the books belong to yingying.. then yingying insist she got her book with her, she flipped her bag.. it's mine.. alamak.. i wonder how the three of us from different lab table(lab lesson before the last lesson) mixed up our books.. we're so blur lah..

.a tired day with ball. a battle with ball. gotta counta ballbia.

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