I have the hugest crush on this guy who is supposedly training me for a badminton tournament. Seeing how I spend half my time catching shuttlecocks and the other half laughing at my own feeble attempts to “smash”, not to mention the really not so subtle peeks at him, I seem to be regressing instead of progressing although I started at a pretty terrible level. But oh my goodness, he’s one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in this lifetime and he is hysterically funny and incredibly athletic but I think he’s about like fucking thirty five years old or something. Still, he runs faster than a twenty one year old, makes the best facial expressions, cracks the most hilarious jokes and does not possess a single pretentious bone in him; what’s there not to swoon over? I have almost forgotten how attractive tall and skinny guys are, no thanks to my random spots of blindness.
Apart from spending my days trying to improve at my game (to no avail of course, I am just not very good at racket games, or any kind of sports actually, though I absolutely love the feeling after an exhaustive work out, it must be the endorphins that it releases), I’ve just been here and there, trying to get as much work done as possible in the regular 8 hours, still struggling with Mozart, reading Richard Dawkins (finally getting my hands on The God Delusion) and feeling exceedingly delirious just to be alive, well and healthy. In spite of everything that has happened in the past, I am extremely grateful to be here today; knowing that I have lost a lot but also gained some.
