Wednesday, February 11, 2009


I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
I wonder if it's because I tilted, or that I rarely use a pillow for support. Maybe it's that I should have let my alarm clock to zap away my suitemate's patience and not wake up an hour earlier than usual. So d-ling, d-ling it went, and oh heck I think my brain felt so disturbed as though that an rooster was singing inside my head.
As I finally retained my consciousness after 5 minutes, another 5 minutes, from 7:45-8:20-I got up and slipped into shoes.
If you know me, then you know that it takes me less than 10 minutes to get ready. Always. The routine goes, up, toothpaste on brush, patting on my cheeks wtih water and I'm all good. I may still have wrinkles on my face, but I'm out of the door, so that's cool.
it was also a bad hair day, instead of lustrous, shining streads, I have, much to the disgust of myself, yellow-brownish grass, dry as the harvest crops.
Then, I bought sushi, one that is a combination of 3 kinds. One type contains very skeptical spicy raw fish parts, colored dark red-You can tell it's uncooked by the color, it's as though that there's still blood. And my stomach has been growling since, so I am going to blame it on the sushi pack flavored with soy sauce.

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