P.J.K

It sucks. PJK, I mean. P.E. to some. I hate PJK! It's so worthless and pathetic. We spent at least 10 minutes changing clothes in a cramped changing room and then play a measly game of badminton or volleyball or whatever. When I say badminton, I mean by two girls hitting a shuttlecock between each other without nets or courts or anything. So, if the other girl hit the shuttlecock too hard or she didn't hit it at all, it'll just fall down on the floor and one of them will proceed to pick it up. And they'll both giggle at their lack of skill in playing badminton! I think they only do that to hide their frustration. Pathetic.

Volleyball is more of a 'see-how-I-can-keep-the-ball-from-touching-the-ground!' thing - because that's what we really do. Pass to each other till the joints in our elbows pop. Or sometimes, we play basketball. In a field of green green grass. We'll just run around in mad circles and if someone has the ball and aiming at the hoop, all of us will stare at the hoop - waiting for someone to actually score a goal, thinking that -

'Omg! Maybe she can score this one! Should I stop her? Is that allowed? Maybe I should flail my arms in front of her face...but she'll get mad. Wait...whoa... such a close one!'

And sometimes, there's girls who just standing around, looking bored or gossiping with their other friends who stands around, too. If your team has an athlete member, she'll take the ball all the time. If you have some sort of a sport-phobe, nobody will touch the ball and proceed - to stare at the hoop. Yep...

So, what's the point? Are we learning anything? No. Do we actually play? Not really. Do we sweat? Enough to annoy us but not enough to make us healthy pink.

SO WHAT IS THE POINT?

-- Family is back. Sister is annoying the hell outta me. Everything is back to normal.