Of energy...
I didn't get as much sleep as I usually do last night, but then I woke up feeling more awake in a long, long time. (Probably cos I tortured myself in the gym beforehand, and so I slept better since I was more tired than usual.)
People had started to come back from their holidays and the place is getting rowdy again. At least it's not like dead-quiet, and there're more interesting conversations taking place around me. (Instead of the usual stuff about the weather, yada yada yada...)
Don't know what happened but we just stumbled upon this topic today. I was just talking to someone about going out this weekend, and then the rest of the people who were engrossed in a total different conversation suddenly asked me how old I am. Well, I have nothing to hide (yet), so I told them. And it so happened that I'm the youngest there!!!
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
Dunno why but I had this sudden urge to laugh madly.
*corners of mouth twitching*
I don't mind if I'm the youngest or not, but then it's really rare for me to hang around people my age and STILL be the youngest. Fresh situation for me. A nice change for me to be the "baby" and have no one complain about it. (OK, I do realise that this is not going to last forever, but then...) So I'm determined to make the best of it!
And so, I'm bouncy for the rest of the day.
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Getting tired of thinking of what to have for lunch (and being broke at the same time...I can't wait for payday...), I decided to make something totally different. OK, not exactly different, but something that I haven't tried making before.
Mixed some minced beef with Quorn and eggs and made meatballs. Made some gravy with capsicum as garnishings, and served it with macaroni.
Doesn't look too bad...but there's just something missing in the gravy. You know, that kind of thick, rich gravy full of flavours other than salt and sugar? (I do have limited stuff in my cupboard but I'm slowly building it up again...)
Any ideas anyone?
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