should I wash my hair now?

It's Sunday!! It's Sunday!!

mmmm...can smell the delicious curry chicken that mumm is preparing in the kitchen. She just told me yesterday that she's very proud of the chilli that she ground and pounded yesterday (now I have at least 5 tupperware-ful of chilli in my freezer) and I was like "errr, so?" Ah but now the aroma of the curry is filling my room and my nose...*slurp* think I will have some before I go to wm to meet Stef for lunch later.

Uncle's birthday last night. Was baby-sitting Rachel most of the time. She is entirely fascinated by the pendant I am wearing. I just have to carry her and she would be mesmerized no end and she will tug and pull at it.

Curry time!!

Pounding vein in my neck. Ouch.

I must recover. I must get well.
I will recover. I will get well.

We'll jog, cycle, swim, dive, travel, live and do whatever else we want to do together. For it is just us, and the rest of the world of experiences awaits.

I had a pretty good day at work today. Was able to leave early, get a refreshing shower and I'm now blogging from breaded's.

She's still as funny as before. I'm glad we're back in contact. It's always good to catch up with ex-students old friends.

Talk about catching up with old friends, I met Steve and Shabirin at Far East last Thursday when I had dinner with Ted and friends. Actually I was really not so keen on saying "hi" to them and I really tried to avoid eye contact. But the 2 guys actually stopped walking and stared at me as I walked past with my friends. Then Sam said "H, do you know those guys?" and I had no choice but to acknowledge them and to stop pretending that I was walking in deep thought. Steve is ok, but I don't like Shabirin. I don't sense good energy from him. It seems to be full of disception and I don't sense any sincerity. He seems to know quite a lot about me. He knows what I do and where I work. When I asked him how he knew, he refused to let me know. I felt as if he was spying on me or something. I mean, he is so secretive and evasive! What's the big deal about letting me know how you know so much about me? I have very right to demand where you got the information from! Anyway, I exchanged numbers with Steve and we talked about meeting up together (with Jen, Min and Qing) for dinner one of these days.

One more thing, Shabirin called me on Friday night. He refused to tell me who he was until I scolded him and threatened to hang up the phone. And then he started to ask stupid questions like "If we meet up for dinner, where do you want to eat? What shall we do?" What crap! I mean, these can be arranged IF we are really meeting for dinner, right? He also asked if I was still diving. I was unpleasantly shocked that he knew. And yes, he refused to tell me who he got the information from. As far as I know, we don't have any common friends. And even if you consider those friends from college as our common friends, none of those people know about me because I am not in contact with any of them. The only person is probably Jen but I'm 100% sure she's not in contact with him.

Something just struck me again. I downloaded my backdated email on Sunday. I read through the emails and Steve sent me one. He asked for my number again because he said he got the wrong number that night when we exchanged numbers. Apparently they had tried messaging me that night but some guy replied their messages. Shabirin also emailed saying that they got the wrong number.

So how did Shabirin manage to call me on Friday night?? There are a million and one permutations of my number, another million to one replacements of wrong digits in the number and so on. How did he get the right number to call me?? WHO did he get my number from??

I'm not meeting these people for dinner unless the other 3 girls are coming along with me. I don't wish to have dinner with Shabirin, but I would really like to get to the bottom of how this person can know all these about me despite us not having met up at all since college. It's very suspicious, creepy and excrutiatingly irritating!!

I burst out of the HOD room today and shrieked (not so loudly), "Boo!!", thinking that the students walking along the corridor outside were my students from 2E3. They weren't. I think I freaked that girl out. Her friends were too stunned to comment or even laugh. Me? I pretended that nothing had happened and continued walking as they trailed behind me. What the hell was I doing...?!?!

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he said with a chuckle and replied
That maybe it couldn't, but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so "till he tried"
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as the tackled the thing
That couldn't be done. and he did it.

Somebody scoffed, "oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it."
But took off his coat and took off his hat
And the first thing he knew he'd begun it.
With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quitting
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done;
There are thousands to prophesize failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin
Then take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackled the thing
That cannot be done, and you'll do it.

Edgar A Guest

Sports Day tomorrow. My duty is to be in charge of the computer system that records the scores for each and every event. Thereeafter I will be taking part in the 4x100 teacher's race. I run every year. It's fun. I cannot quite understand those colleagues who simple refuse to run even when told that they were needed to form the team for the house. I mean. It's only 100 metres. You don't even need to run. You can take your own time, jog or even do a brisk walk if you want. It's all in the spirit of taking part and showing your support to the event and your sportsmanship to the students.

We should end at around 11am tomorrow and we have arranged to meet Hiong for lunch or something. Think I will need to go home to shower after that and then meet up with darling. We are going to meet Ian and company at 1 Fullerton at 4pm to discuss the camp details. Will probable hit Jazz@southbridge after that for a relaxing time. I'm looking forward to it...

I had the most serious attack of gastric I ever had so far in my entire life today. It wasn't that I did not eat anything. I kept my stomach filled with biscuits here and there until lunchtime. Those colleagues who got promoted treated us to lunch in school today with a buffet spread of meesiam and other stuff. I felt the gastric pains (they were slightled skewed towards the left side of my body) and I quickly helped myself to a bowl of meesiam. Maybe it was the chilli in it or something, the pain worsened. I could not sit up straight. I felt like a prawn. Had to curl and bend forward holding and pressing on to my stomach. It was real bad. I was pale and was breaking out in cold sweat. My friends went about making a cup of milo for me and they searched and managed to find a colleague who had Actal and I took two of it. Then I forced myself out of the prawn position to lie down and stretch out on the sofa in the staff lounge. Then Jay came with my cushion and cardigan and Lin lent me her pashmina to use as a blanket. I did not attend the staff contact time. The afternoon was spent recovering and napping resting on the sofa.

We had so much to talk about when I went over his place just now. He was napping and I just slipped into his arms. Then he woke up slowly and we started chatting and talking about so many things all the way till dinner time and still there was so much to share. He was just commenting, "We haven't seen each other for 1 (or 2?) day only and there's so much to say to each other.."

His blister was bleeding just now. The skin looked raw and tender and blood was oozing out bit by bit. I helped him to dress the wound. Will be seeing his doctor on Monday to get some affirmation on the cause of the blister and the implications.

Tomorrow. A brand new day.

I'm listening to Crucify My Love by X-Japan now.

It reminds me of our first few weeks together. That time when we went for our BBQ at east coast. This song puts me in such a dreamy mood. It reminds me of him. It's soothing. I am calmed by this song and its melody. Somehow it sounds kind of sad, but then again, its up to your interpretation isn't it? It's up to the current mood you are in and how you want to interprete it.

VOILA. That's how I should look at my current mood now. Like a song. I can hear it, I can feel it. How I choose to let it affect me, whether it soothes me, saddens me or cheers me up, its all up to how I want to interprete it. Again, I CHOOSE how I want to interprete it, right?

Oh well, the song's beautiful. I'm replaying it over and over again. (I am inspired to play the piano like the way the piece is played in the melody) I am calmed. But I know when I switch off the radio later, my duties are still sitting there waiting for my completion, my problems are still there waiting to be solved, my negative feelings towards the unseen competition will still be there. It's all there, waiting. I cannot procrastinate. I must do something about it.

That's the crux of the whole problem. I cannot procrastinate. If these were things that I could postpone to later dates, I would'nt be so stressed. I cannot procrastinate. The duties cannot wair.

But I'm so tired. So very tired.

I can't sleep tonight. Maybe its the coffee I drank just now (I drank it cos I thought I was going to chat with him online and I wanted to make sure I could keep awake, but as it turned out...) Maybe its the stress. My mind is whirling with so many things I wonder if I have enough space left, any part that is still untouched and unused, that I can retreat to. I guess not.

All the theories about "you can choose how you feel" etc , yes I know all of them. Read a self-help book? Don't need to because it will just tell me the things that I already know. I'm not saying that I'm smart. I"m saying that I've gone through reading those books and thinking things out rationally enough times to know the theorectical way of getting out of this situation. Yeah the method has worked. Mind power over everything else. Just CHOOSE how I want to look at things. I know. But right now, its just so hard. All the problems are coming on too fast that I cannot keep up. Problem? Is there a problem in the first place? Maybe not. Just too many things to do and I'm tired in every sense of the word.

Why do I feel the competition? Its very subtle, so subtle that I could be over-sensitive. But neverthelss, I trust my instincts quite abit and yes I do feel the competition. In the most subtle ways that I cannot describe and I will not elaborate on it here. Dear, you're the only one who knows what I'm talking about.

Maybe its because of my current state-of-mind that makes me feel this way. On normal occasions I may be perfectly ok. But honestly right at this very moment the feeling is becoming more and more negative towards this whole "competition" thing and I'm afraid becuase I know it's not good that I feel the negativity. Help me.

He has created this website. Please visit it, and please help to spread the word. Something like that is really lacking in Singapore. It's only the beginning but its a good beginning. If you help to link this to your own website, or even mass mail the website to your friends and they in turn mail the webby to theirs, through you, we might just get in touch with other amputees in Singapore and we can really get a support group started.

What a big bush I have just gone around. Its actually very simple. Singapore Amputees. Visit it. Spread it.

Why is life so tough?
I'm feeling so many different emotions now that I am about to burst. I feel frustrated and angry at my brother for insisting that we sell our house so that we can buy a better one and have it as a asset in future. He does not want to get a bank loan to go study in Australia. He wants to sell our house. THIS house. The house that my father bought with his hard-earned money, where we grew up, where my father lived to his last days in. I don't want to bother explaining everything that he said to me just now, nor what I said to him. I was so agitated that I started to tear as my emotions reached greater scales. But neverthelss I put my foot down and told him squarely that we will NOT sell this house and that's the bottomline. We will find other ways to support him through his studies but we will NOT sell this house.

I'm worried about him. He told me about the blister and I'm so worried. I don't think its anything that serious really but he is in pain and it's not just the wound that's painful but also the whole leg. He told me that there is such a thing as complications after amputation and all that and it sounds scary. I mean, I don't want to see him go through anymore of all that surgery and etc. I really wanted to be with him just now. I'm worried about my baby...and I could not talk to him online just now because my brother and my mum were in my room and we were talking about the bank loans and about selling the house and all that. I was so irritated and so frustrated at my brother and at the same time I wish I didn't have to discuss all that with him because I wanted to talk to dear. Then he said he was going to bed and that he was logging out...I wish tomorrow evening will quickly come so that I can be with him.

I'm super stressed up at work. Things were pretty ok last week and I thought I was in control of everything. Then suddenly a whole list of things just dropped on my lap and I am suddenly thrown into the fire to burn in pain. I printed English exam papers for the entire school (sec 1 to 5) this afternoon. I qualify to be a professional photocopy-woman. Stood in the printing room sorting, counting, bundling, printing, collating, arranging and bundling all the exam papers from 1+pm to 5:30pm. I am so tired. So physically tired. I tried writing down the things that I have to do on a piece of paper and pasting it at my desk. The purpose was to take it off my mind. The only effect it has served is to make me more stressed whenever I look up and see the whole list of things-to-do and deadlines. I threw that paper away. Not healthy. But nevertheless I still feel the stress because I know that there are many things I have to do and I know that there are many more things coming my way for me to do and I am the only one in-charge of it is no one else's responsibility to do it. It's scary. I am alone. So if I make a blunder, all eyes will be on me and only me.

I'm not getting anything good from the boss either. He does not treat teachers as professionals. He proclaims and preaches that we are professionals with integrity and yet he does not treat us as if we are. It's ridiculous. He treats us like students. I cannot believe sometimes that there are people like that who can treat another fellow human being, another person, in this manner. I'm not talking about him having the authority to chide us if we make any mistakes since he's the boss. I'm talking about basic human courteousy, from one person to another. He does not have that. He treats himself like he is "more equal" than the rest of us. CRAP.

I'm so tired after work. For this whole week, I have not had the time to go off straight after work to visit any banks to find out about loans and all that. I need to use one of my afternoons to do that, and also to find out more about using CPF to pay for study loans. Something to do with the Special Account that we have. I simple have not had the time to do all that. It's another one of my responsobility as an elder sister and as the "head" of the househole now that there's only my mum, my brother and me in this house. Someone has to do the research, someone has to decide and someone has to be the "bad person" to refuse to selling the house. We can't all be participative about the entire issue. Someone has to put the foot down and state those bottomlines. And that someone, is me.

One more thing to add to the stress : Meeting Number 2 at TeachMe next Wednesday. Ian and I have to come up with our plan and budget for the activities for thr first day of the camp. We have only for the skeleton so far. I don't foresee that I will have the time to meet up with him. Anyway, this also means that I have another list of thing-to-do and the deadline is next Wednesday (!)

Had dinner today at Sakura Restaurant at Far East with Sam, J, Lin, Wei, mel, ted and clowe. There seemed to be an invisible strain over dinner since we have not met up with Ted for so long. Conversation was superficial. Jay said she felt that he was sending hidden signals about not wanting to to be too attached to any clique and all that. Oh well, people do drift apart. Perhaps Ted has decided long ago that we will not be his really close friends. I'm fine about that. I mean, he's a dear friend to me but if the friendship can only go to a certain level, so be it. I'm tired of making efforts to improve the friendship as I feel that it should be from both parties.

I have been feeling rather left out lately among my friends. Maybe I'm over-sensitive.

We went pasar malam chionging just now. Had a good time browsing through all the pirated software, cds and vcds. Bought 3 terrible tasting kueh tutus. Kueh tutus, when taken plain (that means without any filling) are very fragrant and rather chewy to taste. But somehow those 3 that I bought were a complete let-down. Totally tastelss. No fragrance! Not even a smell. I didn't even bother to torture my taste buds with the the last tutu. Just threw it away.

Tired and sleepy. Kept falling asleep in front of the peecee while typing this.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I'm really stressed at work. Really stressed.

Gymed today. And if I gym this way, it'll be $50 per session. Well, better than paying for nothing. Did the human microwave oven two times in a row. Feel baked. Feel good. Managed to stay clear of supper even though Aiwei, Eric and his friend (forgot his name) were slurping away at the delicious chinatown porridge right in front of me. Must have the will-power! Must persevere!!

Don't know what else to blog, so goodnight and sleep tight everyone....

I give up trying to make the font in the chatbox smaller....*pull hair*

I was just telling him..."yeah, I'm jealous"

It's been 4 months and 13 days. We've had the most amazing 4 months and 13 days. It's almost like we've known each other for a long time, maybe in our previous lives or something. We just clicked and things just flowed on so smoothly. Gosh it doesn't feel like its only been 4 months. "I'm glad you gave me the chance," he said. That was so sweet. We were just reminiscing on that day when he messaged me from out of the blue while I was having band practice in school. His number looked familiar but I couldn't remember who it was and I replied ,"Who are you?" and then things just started from there. Time really flies when you're in love...

We went to Ngee Ann Polytechnic today for the SSCD Paralympics try-out sessions. It was just a one-day even organized by HWA and by SSCD to let the handicap try out different types of sports so that they can discover their inate talents or arouse their interest. He tried wheelchair basketball. He's a natural. I'm impressed by the ease at which he (and those other seasoned players) can aim and shoot. We're going for the basketball training session together on Wednesday.

We met quite a few familiar faces at NP today. The usual expected-to-be-there people were like Judy, Gillian, Sherena, Dao Yong and Theresa. We also met Kathy and parents , Kay Choong and brother, Jovin...I also saw Rafi, Zaki and family, ShinMing and family and a couple of other TeachMe kids whom I recognise but cannot remember their names. It was like a gathering of old friends. Kathy was so excited to see me she ran all the way and she looked as if she was going to ram straight into me. She's grown taller now. We exchanged handphone numbers and she messaged me "I want to tell you that I miss you very much" That's so sweet of her. I suppose Kathy and I have this connection between us. Somehow, I don't know how, she's kind of very attached to me. She's happy to see me and she'll run up to say hi, and then she'll join her friends again after that. She's quite an amazing little girl (Okay, may 15 years old isn't that "little" anymore, but I've known her since she was in primary school so I kind of treat her like a little sister) You might have read about her in the Straits Times some time back when she did very well for her PSLE results and was featured in the papers. She's an inspiration to everyone. Through her, I've learnt that you don't have to limit your own abilities just because others have limited you. Her keen sense of learning and self-driven motivation is something not everyone of us, even the able-bodied, are capable of. I'm blessed to know her as a friend and happy that I have played a role in a part of her life, no matter how insignificant.

Rachel celebrated her 1-year-old birthday today.

Time really flies...I can still remember the night she was born, my mum, myself and my sister's in-laws were all at Mt Alvernia hospital. I even brought my digital camera along to capture her first facial expressions. We were all so excited!

She's such a bundle of joy, those large innocent looking eyes, that mischievous smile whenever she knows her photograph is being taken...she's really cute and I love her so much.

Maybe all the entertaining of my relatives and helping my sis at the buffet cause the headache I had today. Went over to his place after the party and practically slept through the entire evening. Headache was still there but it improved after he gave me a massage. We watched "The Rock" at 10pm and I came home after that. Packed up my room a little and also sorted out my documents and bills and filed them up.

Oh yeah, Ken has deposited the cheque to clear the DBS account. The OCBC one was cleared about 3 weeks ago. I am so happy that I finally have nothing to do with him anymore. I mean, there are no more links, except for some diving equipment that belongs to him but are with me.

I will strive to clear all my credit bills by December this year!! Must persevere!!!!

See how much she's grown....

Sheesh...I was blogging halfway when suddenly the entire window crashed and whatever I blogged just now was GONE!! urghhhhh.....*pull hair*

Anyways, as I was saying, I had dinner with my auntie and my mum at Fish and Co just now. My auntie asked about my life and I told her about him. I felt comfotable talking about him to her. My auntie simply listened and then she said something which I felt was so sweet. She said, "So long as you know you have found the right person who is good to you, and so long as you are happy..." I think that is such a heart-warming thing to say. I mean, it shows the sincerity and concern she has for me about my happiness. It's not about his age, his looks, how much he earns, whether he has a car, how rich he is etc etc etc...but its about how happy I am when I'm with him. I thought that was so profound. I guess many people can say the same thing but my auntie said that with pure concern in her eyes and she was really sincere about what she said. That makes all the difference.

Will see him tomorrow. I poured some of my facial cleanser and toner into smaller bottles just now and I will be bringing these over to his house tomorrow. Going to pay more attention to my very neglected skin and hair.


I'm very sleepy now. Will go to bed ....goodnight everyone!

Just cleaned up my inbox...its...oops!! 1:45am?!? Time to hit the sack...

The CDs I bought that day when we went to HMV :

(1) Hardcore - Pulp
(2) Fever - Kylie Minogue
(3) Dookie - Green Day
(4) Jazz 'Round Midnight - Astrud Gilberto

Have not really listened full to Pulp yet. My discman keeps giving up on me. I think there's a problem with the rechargeable batteries. Listen to Kylie on Sunday while doing housework. Jazz is for (yes) the midnight, as aptly titled. Its sooo romantic. As for dookie, its an album I used to have on cassette (yes, you heard me. Cassette.) so I bought it to keep as I kind of like the album.

OK going to bed now...feeling tired but happy. I just sent him some childhood photos online.....we're gg to bed now...night!

Ok....blackmail me....

Just had a long long day today. Went to AMK for the meeting at 6:30pm with the TeachMe staff for the camp this June. I worked till 6pm and then took a cab down for the meeting. It was really intense. We brainstormed on the camp objectives, activities, rough time-table, rough budget required...all in 2 and a half hours. *braindead*

Hi there. I have not bee in here for so long. Well, it feels as if its been really long.

It's Jen's birthday today. I messaged her at work and we exchanged some messages between us. And then I sat there and my thoughts wandered back to those days when we were in school. Come to think of it, hey, we've been friends for what...15 years?! That's a long time man! Still remember those times when we would irritate our teachers so much by being so noisy in class, and the number of hours we spent sitting and chatting in the toilet. Yeah, my school's toilet was very clean and very dry. It was also huge and very airy. We spent quite abit of our time there just sitting on the discarded old furniture or even on the floor, chatting and sharing secrets and gossip with Fang and Von. Even those PCCG lessons by our dear Mr Lim which we "pontanged" by "hiding" in the toilet talking. Strangest thing was, he never cared knew.

Wow I could devote pages and pages of this blog to all my memories from school. Remember what 249 means? haha... :-) Happy birthday my dearest friend.

Did my Efiling...have you done yours?

Part of my birthday gift. So cheerful, isn't it?

Listening to "Jazz around midnight"....soooooo romantic.....no points for guessing who I think of when listening to it huh? *smile*

Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand...
In other words, darling, kiss me...

Fill my heart with song,
and let me sing forever more.
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true...
In other words, I love you...

Going for the follow-up of my check-up tomorrow. Will probably go to the gym after that. Hey even if I don't exercise, if I just use the suana and the steam bath, isn't it pretty good too? hmmm...hehehe....Just spoke to Karen about suanas and all that. Feel inspired to bake myself again....motivation : can lose weight!! hehehe...

Not feministic...but beautiful.

Why are you crying?" a young son asked his mom. "Because I'm a woman", she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will"…
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say...

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. This was what the reply was…

"When I made women she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort....

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children...

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining...

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly... This same sensitivity helps her make a child's boo-boo feel better and shares in their teenagers' anxieties and fears...

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good, honest and loving husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

I gave her a tear to shed; it's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's her only weakness.... It's a tear for mankind...."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Did quite a lot of work today. Accomplished quite alot of things. I am in control. I like the fact that I am aware of every deadline that I have and that everything that I am supposed to do is well-taken care of. I am in control. (*phew*)

We had a simple dinner at home today. I suppose it was his runny nose and the fact that he could not taste anything. He didn't like the food at all and he did not eat much. Nevermind darling, we will have a good meal tomorrow in town ok?

We talked about work, motivation and integrity over dinner. I suppose it is difficult to feel the motivation when you do not "see the point" in it when you look at the people at work and the things you have to do at work. But despite it all, I still believe that everything is in the mind, darling. It's how you choose to carry yourself at work, not for others to see, but for yourself to know. Don't bother about how others look at you and what they say (if they say anything at all) about you. Insensitive, jealous, unkind and illogical people are not worth our thoughts. Don't bother to think about what they think if they're the ones not being understanding. As long as our concious is clear, there's nothing to ponder about. Just do our best at work. You were trained at OCS, you have all the management training...do you know how special you are darling? Not many people even bother to reflect upon themselves the way you have done so. I'm behind you all the way my dear.

So after dinner, I fell asleep (as usual) as he fiddled around with his pc and installed more software into it. I love it when his is the first face I see when I wake up from my naps.

Cannot seem to wake up in the morning. And cannot seem to move faster that I am already moving every morning. I woke up fairly early this morning and I did my usual morning routine. I guess it was the bus that was late. It didn't show up at the usual time. I had to call for a cab to rush me to school. I had to rush upstairs to put my bag down. I had to run to the school carpark to sing the national anthem and to take the pledge. I had to gulp down my precious morning coffee in 30 seconds (coffee is a MUST for me). I had to begin lesson with my hair in a mess. I had to teach from 7:30am to 9:50am without a break in between.

Will try to wake up earlier tomorrow....I feel so harrassed by time.

I opened up (yes, opened up. NOT turned on. Opened up...as in used a screwdriver, took out the shell, revealed the inards) my pc on Saturday night to take a look at the motherboard and stuff. Was so tempted to buy new items to install, just like what he did. But then again, why change it when it's still in perfect condition? However, I don't mind a new processor, new motherboard, more RAM...etc...argh...so tempting!

Anyway, I fiddled with the drivers and the installation of the scanners till 4am that night (!!) I just couldn't get the software to recognize and connect to my scanner. I installed, uninstalled and re-installed everything but it just did not work. Finally, guess how I solved the problem? As I was fiddling with the wires on my table, I accidently pressed the button on my external USB port. It was, apparently, NOT the "turbo" button that the manual said, but it was some kind of a "power-on" button. So thereafter, everything was hey-ok! Urgh!! Imagine my frustrations having realised that my 2-hour "problem" was solved by just one simple depression of a tiny button!! *pull hair*