Chapter 110: What is the point of counting, my man?

Have a geography test tomorrow and I’m here looking at pictures of Kristen Bell. Must think about fertility, mortality, migration…fertility, mortality, migration…fertility, mortality, migration.

Ohm…Shanti. My hair is getting really irritating these days and I’m very bothered so I can’t study effectively anymore. ya, blame the hair. So, a wednesday gotten over, a thursday ahead, thank God next thursday is labour day like kaboosh that’s one less 5.05 day for me!

After the 2.4 (27 pts) , played tennis with people who had never played tennis before. I had fun playing a game I longed so very long to play but I only had one qualm and it’s that we only borrowed two balls. So everytime the ball didn’t make it over the net or flew off to somewhere within the court or outside, we had to run all over. I was sweating through my ass through my uniform after the whole ordeal but I want to learn tennis properly now. how you serve, how you move, how you control your power, how you control your direction.

I learnt abit about holding the racket and moving from Christopher but I could easily pick up that whatever you do, whenever you hit the damned ball…followthrough followthrough followthrough. Or else it’ll just disappear.

I’ll be back to me studying now.