Clinging to the yellow ball

The yellow ball seemed to shine brighter than usual. The same surprises for absentees await. The clueless looks while watching the foot work with the hand tricks, the unfamiliar movement and sudden change of formation. Shocker. Yet, the laughter and smiles were present in each moment. Attendance more perfect and complete compared to mine. The endless warnings and huSSH from miss bio lab teacher but the continous loud laughter and tummy aches echoed through the "sound proof" glass. Glances from annoyed classmates seemed to work yet constipated looks during photo shoots are certain to make their comebacks. Desperate need for six more topics accompanied ignorance and blank minds from the three stooges. Clicking through "effective" science topics and the stupid little minds just copied through them all. With kikay and ka-artehan prepared to help with the little more need, the gullible hands wrote through it all. Submission so late and unexpected seemed to look nothing much of a shocker from the expression on miss bio lab teacher. Oh well.

Spinning and 'belly dance' skills showed off through math, our favorite. Bola. Complete with background music, so hot and full of funn. Don't cha wish you had that period that day?
The atmosphere was like a liberated class, some wild jungle filled classroom wherein the whole faculty just wouldn't dare come in because of some phobia. classophobia? Nah. Absence, once again. Seatwork arrives just five minutes before bell, annoyed and hard-headed students shook their heads and refused to. After seeing the problems to be solved, soo easyy but the fact that they answered eight in both numbers, just made my hand slap my head. FOUR!

The two one bonding session in Assumpta court. Great fun. Gays and lesbians found so hot, blabber mouths, pushers and pregnant wannabes so not. They make you wonder what goes through the rusty wheels in a guy's mind. Some girl talk would solve the rusty part, or maybe some sense. Yet the presence of 'puppy' and the conitous bark of the radar or should I say gaydar, somehow mustered up a little bit more of my HUWATAlaughs.

Simple things like these make the day a little more worthwhile. So much better compared to the sicky sucky day I had yesterday. Sitting in the library and laughing at the constipated face in a photo shoot and the lack of sleep of some celebrities, were SO much better compared to sitting through how many episodes of doctor phil. The old man sitting on a chair, analyzing problems of people he never even met. But as the day goes by, every moment became funn-er compared to the previous one. Building up this great day. At the end, the message is still left in me, help prevent celebrity constipation.