Under Pressure

I think the exam stress is getting to me. I had 3 versions of the same dream in one morning. In all 3, I woke up late (8:45am) and panicked about not informing the office and having missed the boys' exam. Same dream sequence 3 times but different people were involved. First was a male colleague, second involved my 2nd brother and one of them boys starred in the third dream. The dreams were 2 hours apart (I checked the clock) up till my alarm rang. Bloody, I may be just losing my mind. Long weekend, where art thou???

Hot N Cold

Dear you,

Make up your bloody mind what you want! I cannot read minds, dude. Quit playing these mind games with me. It is not an attractive quality and honestly, playing such games put you in a really REALLY bad light.

Mr Perfect

Yea it's from the Mr Men series... but I was completely won over after reading the first page... If only he were real...

It was a perfect summer's day and on this perfect summer's day, Mr Perfect was looking even more perfect than usual.

*swoon*

If Your Pet Dog & Cat Kept A Diary

This is beyond hilarious.

Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed cold hash or some sort of dry nuggets.Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. I plan as I stare from the window... In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of, however they merely made condescending comments about the 'nice gift' and what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this 'allergies' means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow...but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I regularly observe him communicating with the guards in their language. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now..........

I am such a cat person!!

What A Difference A Day Makes...

When your gut tells you it's going to be a shit-ty day, you better believe it. I think he really wants me out so he's using the passive-aggressive move of making me so uncomfortable and feel so unwanted that I will feel compelled to leave. Doing that will save him the nasty business of telling me for himself. I'm very amazed that I did not just breakdown right there and then. Perhaps I'm not as emotional as I thought I was. Then again, I wasn't as affected by his words or the situation mainly because his accusations of me were false. He said he was trying to be fair and that his comments (criticism more like it) were realistic and yet they were aimed to hurt me emotionally and to tear me to pieces. That's exactly how I felt at the end of it. Like I said, I'm surprised I did not crumble but I picked myself up and continued with the day and what a long day it was. Maybe I am stronger than I give myself credit for.

We all have our low moments, some more than others. Today was just another one of those moments for me. I am exhausted but I am not defeated. After today, it's nice to know that I have such awesome colleagues who are there for me when I really need them. Them I will miss, most definitely.

I have another smashingly awesome song for you. Not too sure how old it is, but I chanced upon this when browsing through my iTunes for songs for this year's Earth Day video. Oh yea, I am a sell-out. I succumbed to media temptation and have in my possession an iTouch. How do you spell sell-out? P-A-R-V-E-E-N!

Camera Obscura - Tears for Affairs

Shedding tears for affairs

Are a funny little thing

I can tell you this for nothing

Affairs don't win

Can you handle one more dirty secret

one dirty night

Is it true what they say

Will it make us go blind

You had to drive

Look me in the eye

Whisper don't cry

I'll take an interest in Illustration

It should be a laugh

Your words are with me still

They whisper in the grass

Shedding tears for affairs

Are a stupid little thing

I can tell you this for nothing

You won't win

You had to drive

(I didn't want to)

Look me in the eye

(I found it hard to)

Whisper don't cry

(I had to whisper don't cry)

So I cried

What A Sunday!

Babe, I love you, but I felt like it was a total ambush for me this morning. I desperately wanted to leave but I stayed on till the end for you. It was mind-numbing and I felt so uncomfortable seated there with all those judging eyes. I have the right not to partake in your rituals, so do not judge me for that. Remember, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. But honestly, I felt like I was game for them and they were waiting for a chance... the right moment to pounce on me and coerce me to join them.

Part of me feels that you're not doing the right thing but I do not judge. If you believe that what you're doing will make you happy, then I will support you. I don't want to see get hurt or worse, abandoned.

So for you, I will be your pillar, love.

I hate school.

The place depresses me and the work is killing me. I foresee a breakdown soon. I can multi-task (well, I try to at least) but what they ask of me is insane! Overlapping deadlines etc...

I need a break.

On the bright side, my one source of comfort and my pillar of strength aka my first brother will be coming down this coming Tuesday. He's awesome :)