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Tired, tired, tired. Hate to say this. But it's true to me. Too much work to do and less time to take a rest.

Yesterday it rained cats and dogs in the evening--time people going home. Every bus was crowded. I have to wait for my bus for an hour and it was crowded, too. The traffic was terrible. At the first junction, the light went from red to green and then yellow and then red again. This cycle went on like four times at least before we could get passed it. Same thing happened at almost every junction I passed. Crap.

 

I went home, exhausted. Turned on the telly and found out the remote control is out of order. Another crap. No show I like on the screen. Still, I sat down before this miracle box and let the time pass by until 1 am. I should have gone to bed since I haven't had enough sleep since Monday. But I didn't. I had no idea what's going on on my mind. It's like I always "have to" do this and that. Suddenly, I don't want to "have to" and did nothing I "should" do.  Maybe I have gone temporarily crazy. If I don't have Flamenco on Tuesdays and Pasodoble on Sats, I would have gone mad and more depressed. Dancing helps and heals, especially when you have not enough the "Me Time".

 

Tomorrow is Friday. Hope everything will be better...

Think about how the office "stole" my "having a life" time and I won't feel that guilty to use office internet connection on checking my things on the net.

 

And then, lately I found Mindsay page is blocked. I can't access to anywhere with dot Mindsay. Firstly I thought there's something wrong with my computer or it's wrong on Mindsay side. So, I went home and connected to the cyber and voila! Mindsay.com is there.

 

This is ridiculous. While guys at my office can access to porn site, I can't access to Mindsay. I fell a little bit upset. But then again, it's been pretty quiet in Mindsay for a while. Some friends gone and some are not coming here very often. Even I checked the page twice or three times a week, not everyday like before.

 

What happene? I don't know. Many factors. Too many factors. Who knows? Someday I might leave here, too.

Yesterday I finished a book : The Secrest of the Secret by Karen Kelly. Now I know why I never feel "comfortable" with The Secret book. I also think people who buy and feel like The Secret should read it for, you know, both sides information. Or just read some insteresting article here.

 

BTW, I'm more Martha Stewart's fan than Oprah's. No offence. I just like doing house.

I do shoping therapy today and it's nice. I did a very good job since I got three new Ts, two new skirts and a cocktail blouse (need that for my frined's wedding this month), all of  them under 1,000 bath (around 30 US dollars). Girlfriends, you gotta love this place. Next time you come to Thailand, don't forget to do some shopping at Platinum Pratunam (Pratunam means water gate), the wholesale mall full of colthings and stuff girls love in every size. I mean I'm XXL and my friend is XXXL and we still can find something nice and inexpensive to wear.

 

Anyway, I'm sitting here and just thinking way back to one night at my family reunion dinner. We're big family (think Irish family, something like that and one of my aunt got married to an Irish guy, too.), so lots of people came. Kids grew up, adults grew old and swell. I was talking to one of my cousin (she's the younger.) when her brother came and said now we're in the same size (she was slim when I started to get chubby.)which I'm cool with that. Then he said more, that it's ok for his sister (to get chubby) because she's married and has two kids. I was like What the hell he's using to think and say those kind of words. Definitely not the brain.

 

I saw this kind of situation once on TV screen while I was watching Real Women Have Curves. When a mother said to her daughter that it's OK for mama to be fat because she (can) get married. And I rememberd a woman I know said getting married is like getting an FDA approvement. It cures everything. It's the highest level of success of being a woman. I said it's a magic and universal answer because if you get married, you can be fat, ugly, rude and cut in the line at supermarket. You got all that priveledges.

 

I know this is not right. I'm not yelling because I'm single. I have no mean to offence to married woman. Hell, I wnat to marry someday if I find the man who makes me want to. I just wonder why so many people, even women, think this way. How come this idea?

Da Comp is out of order again. That's the reason I disappeared for days from the cyber world. Didn't know what happened. Dad said it just shut itself down while he was using it. (I knew it!) I guess it goe sick of being abused (being used almost all day and night by me and my dad.).

Now all I got is my laptop who needs very complicated 'ritual' before get connect to the cyber world. At my office is Mac G4. As you might know that Mac's Safari browser is not very supporting when it comes to blogging thing. I can see only some thing on the blog page. Some option has been missing and and it's kind of frustrating.

My Hi5 page also broke. Some bugs, I guess. But it doesn't matter much since I rarely posted anything. Though it's good for tracking down the circle of friends when you have no enough time. It's like a big board to be pinned by notes from friends. Very usful to ask for a job they're supposed to do for you and you can't find them in a real world. lol

Tomorrow I may have to cancel my flamenco class. Too busy to do anything else. The deadline is NOW.

Any tips for managing time?