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hello :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
9:32:00 pm
And so, Leewei told me that was a cricket. It just flew in, felt something on my leg, and then there it was, this big fat thingy on the floor. So disgusting I just stared at it in horror. And used the file to cover it since Leewei didnt answer my call.
Just felt so............... idunno. If the sis was here I wouldn't have to face the big fat thing alone. I don't see why the gold medallist needs her to be around when he brings back supper for the entire floor. I mean if he wants company he has all of them. It's so unfair. At least if miss ho is around, I'll have someone to share the horror with while we think of how to get rid of it when leewei doesn't answer.
Felt terrible and started tearing for no apparent reason. (I mean my thing's not coming, I'm not pms-ing.) And then, thank goodness Leewei called back n came to 'rescue' me. (With his insect box. Frequently used I bet!) I'm so thankful for him seriously. I kinda miss those chats every night although I don't think either of us has the time for such stuffs now anyway.
And I'm in a way, thankful to Marcus also, or more like thankful for talking to him on msn, cuz I was saying how I'm suppose to be doing my sets of blahblahblah. And when I tell someone I'm suppose to do thisthisthis, I don't like to NOT do it. So then, I completed it rather quick yay. Somehow at the 9th set of stretchcords, the skin (rubbing against the handlebars)' protest would win the mind's I-wanna-get-stronger argument. And then I'll stop after 9 sets. (With only ONE more to go!)
But again, not tt I want the sis to stay here anw. I've nothing to say. And she sleep so early just whenever I wanna mug mug mug, making me wanna sleep also -_-
Also, I feel reaLLy bad. I think I'm too idealistic and should just shut up and not give my idealistic opinions to others :( I'm sorry :(
Moodless.