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Ahem ahem ahem!

Da zupa cooked! Yesh yesh... I am having my lunch at this moment - my home-made lunch!

Ok ok... PERHAPS it doesn't reeeeeeally look like the picture, but I am having something very similar... let me begin with yesterday's adventure...

Yesterday afternoon it was a pull and tug on whether to go to the gym or not... I was NOT feeling it! I eventually pulled myself together and came to the conclusion - I would go to the gym for the spin class and aerobics if I get half hour grocery shopping done first. Since the grocery was just below the gym, I went upstairs, reserved my spin seat, put my gym bag in the locker and headed back out for shopping - confident as heck.

I got to the grocery, shopped up a storm - from spaghetti, to sopa dish, and tomato sauce to milk. I felt like a woman... a woman who has her stuff together. Confidence still there - maybe showing a lil 'tude in my walk - I placed the bags in the car and headed back to the gym - just 10 minutes before spin class is to begin. I then strotted back into the changing rooms, got my bag out and proceded.... stripped out of work clothes and into my gym suit. "Man, I feel good."

Tights, sports bra and top, socks... shoes? Shoes?! OMG! I forgot my sneakers at home! At that point I burst into hysterical laughter... what a nut!

So, I had to strip - again - tights, socks, sports bra and top... and back into my work clothes... "Sorry, I won't be able to make it to spin today"... I had to try to keep a straight face while I told the gym receptionist... though it was funny, it is kind of embarrassing!

So I got home earlier than expected - and thus, I cooked up a storm! Put the spaghetti to boil *check*, put the veggies to cook *check* and heat up the tomato/garlic sauce *check*. It looked a bit boring, so I added a crunched-up burger patty into the sauce... voila! Lunch! Spaghetti and meat...er...crunch. It's good, though :)

Cooked, read... but it's now 7pm and I am bored and alone. Sleep wouldn't come, and the book isn't really that good (I ran out of good books! See what no-TV does to you!), so I decided to go to the bank and get the rent money out one time. I was feeling lame, so I dressed in a nice cute mini-skirt with my best shoes and a nice tight top... y'know, when you feel lame and you try to appear "cute" on the outside, it should make you feel better, not so? Hmm...

I drove and drove... found a bank, got the money, and still felt lame. So I headed to the gas station for a refill of Premium Gas... hmm... still don't want to go home. I saw a doubles vendor (yes, at 8:30pm... gotta love Chaguanas) and so stopped to get some - though I had dinner already, my roomie would appreciate it (she had never ever had doubles before!!! Who comes to Trinidad and NOT try doubles! Crassy Grenadian!).

When I got out the car, I realised that there were only guys there... hmph, whatever.

"Two with plenty, and two with none, thanks".... and while taking out my four doubles, the doubles-man (well, boy, really) said something. I didn't hear - my mind was far - thinking about how alone and bored I was.

I begged, "Excuse?"

He repeated, "Who vex ah nice lady like you so?"

Though I shrugged it off, I smiled for the rest of the night. What the heck is wrong with me! I tell you... humans... we are insatiable! Imagine a doubles-guy, with a random statement, made me realise that though I tried to pretty-up the outside, I still looked how I felt - vexed. He'd never know what he did :) He made my night, and hopefully I can keep this in mind for whenever I wanna play like "woooooooooe is me!" again.

Oh, and please check this funny story out:

http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,408852,00.html

Parrot, you is some serious kix, oui! Presh-uh!

Ok, back to work! Or is it...

*Zupah dupah - as satisfied as ever - continues her excel flogging with some smiling and... togging. TOG!*