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The Night of 'Forced Insomnia'

It's the wee small hours of the morning and despite being tired from spending the whole day walking around town with my siblings and suffering through one of the worst times of the month (OI!), I find myself unable to sleep! Although, I'm pretty sure if I were to lay my head down hugging this hot water bottle to ease this female 'curse' I'm having, I would be asleep in a second. But then if sleeping means me waking up in the middle of the night with terrible pains mixed with the atrophy of sleep, then count me out. This may be the worst way for me to handle this situation but if I can be awake most of the night and skip the struggle and discomfort in unconsciousness, I'd go for it and gladly pay for it later (somehow I think I will regret saying that).

Who knows, maybe after this blog entry and a series of 'Phineas and Ferb', I'll drag meself upstairs and pull over the covers for some rest. It is already 4am! Heh... I'm just glad tomorrow is still a weekend. Eventhough it's the dreaded Sunday... which will bring Monday. AUUGGGHHHhh!!

Okay Zima, let's not get ahead of yourself. I seriously need to learn to relax and enjoy the moment rather than think of potential dreads the workdays would bring.

Anyways, I think it's only fair to update this bit... I am on a job hunt - okay more like a career hunt. Better? And I know we're in the middle of an economic crisis and a job change should be the LAST thing on anyone's mind, especially one who has a job, but this is important to me so that I can feel like my talents will be put to better use. I hope it will happen soon because after three years of being in my line and the many complains and tears of unhappiness I've expresed, I have decided to just take a chance. No risk, no gain right? It's no picnic but I am striving on.

On this note, if things get on well, I shall update the progress and hopefully start having more excitement in life and at work. *Countless prayers!*

Okay, I'm gonna put in more hot water in this hot water bottle and get on to la-la land... *Yawn* More updates to come!


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