the textual siege.

- have a cigarette because i was so bloody stressed

-SAVE MY PRECIOUS COMPUTER FROM THE EVIL CLUTCHES OF SCARYNESS.

tech wiz i may not be but resource and bloody lucky i most definitely am.

let the adulations and exaltation pour forth minions because if i am woman enough to save my most prized possession from the vise grip of dark twisty technology mo, then i can most definitely take your adoration.

in nicer but not less self centered issues, thank you pramry tree nadia for spending half of my break with me basking in the glorious sun. you have no idea how much you brightened my day. see you on saturday for pan's labyrinth?

does it mean that just because i complain much less of my current job than i did with my previous, i hate it less?

hmm i dunno, maybe it's an acceptance, albeit reluctant, that this IS what normal people do. wake up, go to work [preferably on time], make meaningless small talk with colleagues, fulfill your work obligations, veg out on the journey home and shut down physically and mentally.

also, i realised why daft women's magazines are always offering diet tips. that's because office women are always stuffing their faces. i mean you dont see vogue or nylon having such articles do you? this is the first time in my life that i've snacked so much honestly and it's bloody terrifying. i dont want to wear g2000 shirts in pastels and pencil skirts in dark colours for the rest of my life [not that i do now], nor do i want to look like the rosie o'donnell of hippos. erk.

well i've been literally taking steps to alleviate this rather vexing, potentially self-image and self-esteem crushing problem. see i live on the 11th story and so i've taken pains to climb up said amount of stories. it'll be nice to be able to wake up early and do a lap or two around that ginormous field in front of my block but what's sweeter than being able to do that right now; is sleep. adios amigos!