La Finale

I guess my blog's starting to be filled with cobwebs at the rate i'm putting up new posts. Don't think I can help it. CNS is just one big blob sitting on my encephalon waiting to be digested and processed. If my blog's not collecting dust, the only other thing I seem to talk about is Football or Futsal. How boring innit? Strangely, I guess that's how mundane my life is at the moment. Again, I don't think I can help it. After all, it's the freagin IMU Cup season and it's my last one!! Bleh.

Well, CNS has been a rather tough nut to crack. I guess it's still something i gotta master if i'm gonna want to pursue orthopaedics. Afterall, muscles and their innervations are pretty important though probably most of the work is left for the neurology jokers to handle. Every word i'm typing seems to paint a picture of a rather psycho medic student that has been deprived of fresh air. That's probably what i need most at this very moment.

Aight, i'm not all that cuckoo and full of nuts. The gals futsal team cracked the toughest nut they had yesterday. Got to congratulate them on their spectacular performance. Guess all the hard work and teamwork paid off. Great stuff from probably the greatest gals futsal team ever to exist in the uni's history. Their matches were played at breakneck speed. Goals flying in fast and furious. Scintillating end to end stuff. Probably more exciting than the way guys play. It was great cos I got to sit in a 'box' seat with a great view ala Premiership style minus the air-cond and plush leather seats. As for the lads, well... we've got our football finale on Sunday. Darn. Why can't the match be on some other day. Gonna have to miss church again. Hope this is the last time it happens on a Sunday. Need spiritual food just as much as physical substance. Anyways, hopefully we lads will be able to emulate the lasses superb feat. Gotta admit it's goin to be a tough act to follow. Gals... u fellers putting too much pressure on the guys.

As of tommorow, there's tennis and the road relay. Hopefully the supporters will wake up to go support the team.

Sighs... feeling to emo to blog anymore. Emo is not good now. Emo is bad. Treatment for Emo = sleep.

Aight, snoozy looze. Au revoir. Cheers!

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