mood: unwell
hooked on to: Each Time by E17

When i woke up this lazy morning, i half wished that my bed would open up and swallow me whole so that i can sleep some more and more and more for ever and ever.
If you define a morning by how perked up you're supposed to be when you're up, then this is a BAD morning indeed.
i feel absolutely groggy. The flu is starting to poke its ugly head in the form of persistent headache and a stupid nose that wont stop running. As though that's not enough, my whole body aches from yesterday's hockey training. But hopefully yesterday's running, situps and pushups (which jianfa said looks more like arm bends. hah.) managed to burn off the Pringles that i tried hard to resist but failed rather miserably the day before.

Suzanne went on a shopping spree yesterday and she bought me a projectshop pouch which we were eyeing a while back. thanks suz! *grins*
yay, a new pouch for the new year. Lay out the red carpet and throw the confetti for the upcoming Ms. Frugal. Maybe someone cast a spell on my old wallet. How else do you explain the inexplicable mess in expenditure and the mysterious loss of money?


shift the blame. it works all the time.