Something tells me the whole world is conspiring against me yesterday.

For one, my pc and I were having a fight, you read that right, my PC. I wanted to work, it was loading everything slow; I wanted to open Photoshop, it wanted to hang; I restarted it, it says one of the drives was corrupted; I restarted again and it started crying out in long beeps. I was just about @#$%^&* it all over the place. So what happened? I gave up and took my last option: REFORMAT. Quick and painless, that’s what I thought, until…

I just woke up a few minutes ago and here I am again in front of the computer. Half working and half pretending to work. That didn’t make senseto me, anyways, I’m procastinating and at the same time, being rushed by a client. What luck.

I only had 10 hours of sleep. Finally was able to snooze for a bit, after the tirade I went through this week. I already said I haven’t had decent sleep last week, what’s worse for this week is I haven’t slept for more than two hours since Monday! Why? Here are the culprits…

…my husband can give me a castle as home. Very much like this, please?

Colleen showed me this link and the first thing that came to mind was “oOoOoOoh fully furnished dungeon! I want that”

So if anyone out there has $15 million lying around and wants a wife. Buy me that castle and call me

I haven’t had decent sleep for the last 52 hours. I am cranky, quick tempered, obnoxious in some ways, depressed and just a few nicks away from being suicidal…

This is no computer I’m typing on.
It is a still pond, having been reflected upon.
It rains outside, cold and silently,
and inside me someone wants to drown.

I am confused like hell today.

What’s so confusing about that? You can’t break your heart if you’re not in love. But you could be in love and not heartbroken… that means you’re content. If you are feeling confused, in love and heart broken, then may be you aren’t content?

I knew that was coming, and to answer that, I am longing to be content. I am in love and a bit heart broken. I want to find contentment also.

Awww can I have my penguin too?

The hardest job in this world is to be a full-pledged mother. I feel guilty that I can’t greet my mother properly offline. I love my mom really but I shy away from her sometimes, maybe because ever since I became a mother myself, I got nagged and nagged and nagged and I feel like I’ve embarrassed her a lot. Like she’s no longer proud of me. Her side comments always seems to point at me and it hurts. I’m the most emotional person in the family and to avoid getting hurt, I distance myself from everyone. I feel bad that this is how I feel but I’d be a hypocrite if I pretended I didn’t feel this way. But if somehow she gets to read what’s inside my heart, I hope she sees this:

I am really not the type of person who -loves- answering surveys on her free time. And I’m definitely not the type of person who’d be hanging around the social community digging for surveys. But today I found myself clicking on a few bulletin posts (mostly from Paul, curses Paul ) and reading the survey and actually finding an itch to answer it. Oh fudge! You can shoot me in the head now…

Survey #1: If I’m 30% guyish, and 65% girlish, I wonder what the 5% is…

After a week of not posting anything, I think I owe it to myself to make a very long and juicy post. There has been a lot of highlights from this past week and I’ve been as usually fickle as to whether to blab about it on the internet or keep it to myself. But what the hey, let’s enumerate some…