Suicidal Foot 4.0 - Hell Break
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Thursday, November 22, 2007 @ 8:21:00 PM
The Third Temptation of V-ball.


Where did my trauma from Volleyball came from??? Is it just an excuse for my lack of talent in sports? Or am I just too "maarte"?

Certainly, I'm weak. But then, I'll be weaker if I use stupid excuses. And if ever I'm "maarte", it has nothing to do with my talents. <*I'm not a stupid girl who acts fragile just to look feminine.*>

ISNHS, a month before the Intramurals

We were practicing for cheering inside the gym. ISNHS is just a public school. We shared the gym with a V-ball team. With all the teams, why did it have to be a V-ball team? A very powerful strike and the ball is out of control. With the squad's backs to the V-ball team, we didn't notice the ball. The ball missed my head by an inch. Two weeks or so later, I got hit by the same f*cking ball, at my back! I was literally out of breath. That was a year and so from now. So why just now did I post my story? And it's not even blog material!

We're having V-ball for P.E. this quarter. Yes, V-ball. I never told my fear to anyone. I did told them I'm afraid of balls - not V-ball specifically. I tried acting naturally. But any secret will someday come to the open...

PSHS-IRC, November 22, '07
We only had one subject in the afternoon, since the other teachers have some business to do. I used the time in re-writing notes and such. The others inside the room are playing V-ball. Once again, I got hit by a V-ball. Why does these happen when I'm not looking? Why does it happen when I can't dodge??? Why did this happen when my trauma's wearing off? Bad memories flood. The terror and embarrasment. Of how I can brandish it out of my nature, I do not know. Maybe I'm not supposed to be near it. I'm cursed for life, I'm sure. Anyway, third time's the charm.

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