of bt and italians

Well what a week its been. Been a loooong time since I last updated here and not least because of the gauntlet of schoolwork I seem to be having to run week in and week out. But at least now I have some breathing room. 7 days to the next essay deadline. Phew. Beats having 4 essay deadlines and 1 mid term test in that same space of time.

But anyway, thanks Justin for helping me let it all out with the invite to BT!! Shit man. Barrelling down a steep craggy slope at breakneck speed knowing a little loss in control could mean disaster is just so damn therepeutic. But then you wouldn't know would you eh Justina? Haha. I have got to start doing this regularly.

In other news, took part in some street soccer competition on Sat and lo and behold, we made it all the way to the quarter-finals! Unfortunately that also meant that I'd be late for my grandma's birthday dinner, to my mom's chagrin. Picked this up from my cousin during the dinner though:

'I've come up with the perfect anecdote for the Italian football team.'

'Whats that?'

'Watching the Italians play football is like watching a your clothes in a washing machine.'

'Hmm..how so?'

'They're both unbelievably boring....and everything you see is tumbling around.'