deffo.

Asmimi always tell- More to yell tho..- me to start off my writing with an intro or definition, so uh, why not for this post? gah, fine.

Volleyball.

a difficult game, consisting of skill, endurance, and uhh spandex.

in the game, one will serve a ball, or toss it over the net several yards in front of you, then, run back up to your spot, try to 'set' the ball, and then spike the shit out of it, into someones face, preferably. however, on occasion, they- they being the dirty whores you are playing against,- block it and it comes back and hits you in the face.

like i said, endurance and skill, might i add the ability to look
graceful while being punched in the face by a ball going 15 miles an hour.
doesn't seem fast at all.
but oh it is.

So yesterday, Pritam and her death plots in killing the third formers decided it's time for us to start playing Volleyball or in malay called, Bola Tampar. Mind you, my PE period was after recess and i- being the smart ass- had ate one whole plate of rice. Oh wow, brilliant move izati. And as all of us are aware of, Pritam and her high stakes of semangat kesukanan is so bloody excited about merentas desa coming this 3rd of July. So she started off her lessons by making us run around half of the school compound (and by half of the school means.. um imagine Queensbay Mall, except three times larger.) and bloody fck la, made us sprint over and over again with her Parlaof Training, or was it Jeda. But whatever it's called. I swear i'll get appendicitis if i do it again.

After the appendix torturing activity, Pritam was smilling (probably thinking something along the lines, "YES, THEY'RE DYING, MY PLANS ARE AMAT BERKESAN. THEY ARE IN PAIN LIKE GILA ONLY!") as she thought us how to serve the stupid ball. and it is stupid because an OLD decaying woman -or in other words, Pritam- could serve the bloody ball straight, and i can't. Bebai ar. Ree went off for cheerleading so i played with Lana. I tell you, Pritam's a mad woman because she keeps yelling, "Ai girl! what are you going ahhh? there are so many BALLS around here and you're standing there? cepat main laaa" and would set us off laughing our ass off, and end up getting shouted at.

My right hand still hurts. But thank god it didn't turn blue like Hafizah's or anything.
Thank god im used to it from judo.
I should make a mental note
to bring bandages the next time we have PJ.
Yeeeesh.