god.. am i damn glad that i have the whole day to myself today. lovely.

no reason for me to pop out of bed at 6 nor at 7 or 8 or 9.. though my biological clock has woken me up at 7 thirds.. but i've managed to stay in bed, hooked on to re-reading jemina jones.. and thinking about the gym routine i promised myself after the prelims. giuts.

so now. i'm up and about, 'cos surprisingly my lazy bum pal has msg me to get out and get shopping at 11.. but she's dreaming.. cos there's no way i'm gonna spend this beautiful morning anywhere else but in my bed (even though the construction downstairs has started and is irritating the shit outta me). yes. so i'll be meeting them later to shop. i've got a whole day of activities lined up with the girls. shop, eat and have fun. wild time.

well the construction is really getting on my nerves.. i feel like screaming outta the window, "fuck off! shut the damn shit up!" but yea.. being the thoughtful, sweet me (don't you dare roll your eyes.. i'll punch your eyeballs out).. i did not and will not.. and moreover, i've been an archi intern.. so i should understand how it's never a good time to be doing constructions, 'cos all the drilling and piling is gonna get all the way to the neighbors' complain letters and the authorities.. but there's nothing you can do but bear with the complains and vulgarity-hurlings and keep up with the schedule and deadlines. so ya.. i'm just typing not screaming..

but hell.. is this gettin on my nerves.. whatever. it shall not spoil the beautiful day i'll be treating myself to today. well yeah. i was gonna talk about the promise i made.. to be working out at the gym and stuff. well.. it's all set. every friday or sunday or both.. i'll be down at the club gym.. i bet the gym instructor (lets just call him GI..) is gonna be crying-smiling when he sees me back at the gym.. 'cos he miss the goody girl who does her routines without complains and always challenges new weights.. but at the same time.. this SQ that he's getting back is not gonna be the SQ that was what she was 3 yrs ago.. he's gonna challenge new weights too.. the weight is those that i've put on.

all that gym gear? sports bras, lycras shorts.. bury them. not even the basketball jersey.. you'd see my flabby arms.. so i'll be there in my big shirt that says "donald duck" and pe shorts (mind you.. my shorts are not at all short.). yep. but there's still a problem.. i don't even know when i'll get down to really going to the gym. and mind you.. i only go to one gym.. and really just one and only one.. the club gym.. cos that's the only place i know with all the equipment i need and i feel comfy there (and you don't need to queue.. that's the best thing).

but enough of that sweaty stuff.. i need a bath and a change or clothes.. cos i need to get myself presentable to the public. yes. time for shopping.. and yah..

if you haven't watched the terminal.. watch it. it's worth the bucks. it's touching but not tearing-jurking and it's hilarious.. you'd love it. even the guys.. 'cos my brother loves it too! tom hanks in that funny accent is ah-peh-cute.. haha.. and there's this other guy.. the the cleaner.. so ah-peh-monkey-cute.. and another guy who transports the food that's just plain sooo cute! and well of course, guys.. not forgeting the charming lady lead.. (whatever her name is and though hui and kat has said it so many times.. whateverhernameis-jones..).. she's so cool non-bimbo sweetish dropdead gorgeous.. woah.. *sweeps you off your feet*.. kk.. so.. girls, guys.. go watch it.

while i enjoy my day today!

May you live every day of your life.