Methinks that I think too much

I played basketball, badminton, and swam laps. All in one afternoon. I feel fit, but tired. Go me!

However, I reckon walking will be such a bitch the moment I wake up tomorrow. My legs are already starting to ache. And for some reason I have a small but painful and nasty-looking bruise on my left knee.

Some random thoughts:

* Basketball. I’m not a pro or anything, but it was evident during P.E. class that I am better than the average girly-girl who has never held a basketball in her hand. However, I don’t like playing against guys. Mainly because I am sooooooooo much lousier than they are. I kept shooting air balls, and it was very embarassing because it was caught on camera by my seemingly aspiring film-director cousin. Ugh. And I hate how guys do all these show-offy moves! My cousins aren’t the macho-macho type of guys, but whenever they play sports all the testosterone flows and I just can’t stand it.

* Smokers. Today I finally realized how extremely irritating cigarette smoke can be. Especially if the source of the smoke, aka the smoker, doesn’t seem to give a damn about the people s/he are affecting. After I took a shower, I went to join everyone else in the poolside dining area. A guy and a girl were seated at the table beside us, and they were smoking. Normally I would’ve paid zero attention to them, but I was already starting to get an allergy attack since the smell of my sister’s shampoo was too strong for my sensitive nose. (For some reason strong smells, particularly perfume, give me these awful sneezing attacks.) And since the wind was blowing their smoke towards our direction, the smell–the awful, smoky smell–started tickling my nostrils, threatening to make me explode in a series of wet sneezes. I dunno how I managed to control myself but I ended up not having the allergy attack. Still, the cigarette smoke was pissing me off. Fortunately, I find it very hard to get pissed off around my cousins, and after a while I decided that dwelling on it won’t do me any good. It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually they left, and I could breathe normally again. I suppose this afternoon’s experience was the karmatic consequence I had to take since I broke my principles of no-smoking before. Never again.

* Conyos/what conyos sound like. The smokers on the table next to us were speaking like conyos and in my mind I started to think, “Damn these fucking conyos I’m gonna kick their asses if they don’t stop blowing their fucking smoke my way.” I held that thought though, because it occured to me that it’s really dumb to assume that someone is conyo just because of the way they speak. I’ve been told that I talk like a conyo, and I guess that’s why people at my high school used to think I’m a snob. But just because I speak the way I do doesn’t automatically mean that I am a conyo. I haven’t even set foot in Wasabi yet. But then again, the two people in the table next to us talked in very sing-songy English. Medyo OA na. I only have an accent, I think. That doesn’t mean I’m conyo though…right? Right????

* I find it strange how I look like a chinita in these photos.

I hate how my ears stick out.