sitting.. waiting.. wishing..: badminton

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Saturday, July 24, 2004
badminton

as usual yesterday we played badminton and today we had our 1st "practice" with our pax romana teammates..it went quite well even if it was cut shory because we reserved the court for an hour..i even had to sit about 5 mins. because of gj..hehe..(just oking gj, as they say sh*t happens..) going back to badminton why do we love it so much..i thought of writing some of the reasons..

1) We have something to look forward to everytime we go class on Monday

2) We have a reason to drag ourselves out of bed at 7 in the morning evry friday at endure 2 hrs. of litany with..you know who..

3) Let's put it this way..when you win..B-R-A-G-G-I-N-G R-I-G-H-T-S!!

4) You get to see the endless saga/rivalry between jelo and lynard..

5) You get to see Lynard stick-out his tongue and make faces everytime he scores against jelo..

6) You get to look all sweaty, haggard, wasted, toxic, etc. and still look cool (coz you all look the same)

7) You get to hit your teammate with the badminton racket withour him/her knowing that it was your intention coz you upset with him/her..

8) You get to hit your opponent with the shuttlecock because of the same reason as #7

9) Everytime you hit the floor you can stand-up and eventually laugh at yourself..

10) What's even funny is when your blockmate hits the floor you get to laugh at him/her..hihi..

11) You have something to talk about after playing..

12) And finally, you get to bond with your friends after a boring week..

Stupid_Doug sitting... waiting... at 7/24/2004 06:41:00 PM | 0 comments

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