A Wilted Flower

My muscles are aching a wee wee bit now.
99.99% of it was due to the squash session.
Its pretty good to stretch some muscles and sweat it out every now and then.
But then I think I really suck at sports.
God forgot to give me strength in sports.
Bedroom games are different though.

So one day just passed like that.
Woke up at 12pm.
Then chat a bit here and there about some plans for tomorrow which is to watch "Over the hedge" at Orchard with Mossie and Andi.

And also I was petrified by 2 stalkers down the block. They blardy called me when I walk out of my room.
Twice.
Idiots.
I'm really fugly. So go away.
Campus security's number is on my priority list now.
Not J's. Not toyboy's.

After the squash session, we went for a dinner and then a blueberry cheesecake for Cheryl.
An hour of squash is really tiring. But su xing only gets to play for 5 minutes? No wonder she's still so hyper. I looked like a wilted flower already.
And I'll have to wake my lazy butt up tomorow morning at 10 o'clock and go to Orchard with the 2 dudes at 12.

I suddenly have the urge of playing Maple Story.
I played before last time. One year ago.
I'm wondering whether should I play it again.
Might woo cutey boys in there. Hee.
But J said I can only have him.
About the girls, MK said I can only have her.
Phew.

Why restrict myself to ONE when I can have dozens?

Hee. No worries, babe. The previous sentence was crossed out.


[p/s: Happy birthday, Cheryl!]