This night I woke up due to a sore throat and now it's even worse. I can't walk straight! I'm just like a duck: waggling from one side to the other and I'm dizzy. Not a surprise though if you saw the weather lately. Extremely cold and raining. Ideal moment to get sick! My only two weeks of vacation this year and here I am!
Ok, let's go back to last week. Exams: don't even ask. I think I may be lucky if I passed one out of five! Nothing went the way I wanted it to go. It was just the biggest nightmare of the year. Almost... but not good enough. All you want to do on moments like that is bitch-slap your own head! It is really frustrating. I hope my results get lost in the mail so I don't have to face them any time soon because I am so sure they are horrible.
Last Friday it was the Memorial Ivo Van Damme, one of the best athletic meetings of the year. Too bad I could not make it to the stadium on time because I had my last exam that day, but I saw it on television and it was amazing. Normally the men's 100m was supposed to be a clash between Bolt, Powell and Gay, but Gay didn't participate due to mental and physical exhaustion. So it race for victory was between the two Jamaican sprint sensations. And boy, they did not let us down. Powell had a super start and it looked like he was going to win the race, but Bolt came back and the last 15 meter, he ran past Powell. The time was under the 10sec and unfortualely the weather conditions were so bad, otherwise this would have been a new WR. But Powell, what a body! Work it baby! lOl
Would love to blame it on the flu, but yesterday someone very dear to me had me crying. It all started Sunday night when I was bored as hell and couldn't sleep. I switched on my lappie and decided to go on book review hunt written by "someone special". So I did find some but oh boy I found other rhings that scared the hell out of me! When I asked that person about it the next day, I heard a very creepy, disturbing but most of all sad story. I felt so bad that I reminded him of it because you could feel the pain in his words. Thinking back of that conversation, I get tears in my eyes again...
Ok, let's go back to last week. Exams: don't even ask. I think I may be lucky if I passed one out of five! Nothing went the way I wanted it to go. It was just the biggest nightmare of the year. Almost... but not good enough. All you want to do on moments like that is bitch-slap your own head! It is really frustrating. I hope my results get lost in the mail so I don't have to face them any time soon because I am so sure they are horrible.
Last Friday it was the Memorial Ivo Van Damme, one of the best athletic meetings of the year. Too bad I could not make it to the stadium on time because I had my last exam that day, but I saw it on television and it was amazing. Normally the men's 100m was supposed to be a clash between Bolt, Powell and Gay, but Gay didn't participate due to mental and physical exhaustion. So it race for victory was between the two Jamaican sprint sensations. And boy, they did not let us down. Powell had a super start and it looked like he was going to win the race, but Bolt came back and the last 15 meter, he ran past Powell. The time was under the 10sec and unfortualely the weather conditions were so bad, otherwise this would have been a new WR. But Powell, what a body! Work it baby! lOl
Would love to blame it on the flu, but yesterday someone very dear to me had me crying. It all started Sunday night when I was bored as hell and couldn't sleep. I switched on my lappie and decided to go on book review hunt written by "someone special". So I did find some but oh boy I found other rhings that scared the hell out of me! When I asked that person about it the next day, I heard a very creepy, disturbing but most of all sad story. I felt so bad that I reminded him of it because you could feel the pain in his words. Thinking back of that conversation, I get tears in my eyes again...
NWLY S (you know who you are)
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