so NOT like me...

Yesterday afternoon, I wasn't sleeping or watching television or bumming around. Yesterday afternoon, I was, instead, playing badminton with my blockmates. Yes, BADMINTON. And for like three hours, I was sweating and running around and basically, moving.

What has happened to me???

Don't accuse me of not trying to get out of it. I tried. But try convincing the three people who messages me the night before, asking, "Are you going to play tomorrow?" I said the usual excuses: "I'm sooo tamad," "I have no transpo," "I don't know if papayagan ako," but these are my blockmates - they're not so easily fooled. One guy even went so far as to put in his status: "Who can pick up Jho so that she can play badminton with us tom???" And yeah, he found me a ride.

So I went to Olympic Village (near Eastwood) and played.

Admittedly, it was quite fun. It's nice seeing most of your blockmates not under a lot of stress, just being normal guys (there were only 2 girls of us playing) and playing to win.

Bloopers: One guy (with whom I was partners twice) hit my lower lip with a shuttlecock TWICE. It didn't hurt much, and it was amusing (yes, even at that time) to notice that he hit the same spot those two times. Heh. I have a weird sense of humor. I really couldn't stop laughing even as he apologizied. Ü