*sigh*

I am soooo doomed...!

*sigh*

Why the hell can't I get a bloody normal working computer? Why indeed did I have to inherit this stone age craftmanship of dubious design?

Alright, alright, insulting my current computer isn't going to help, I KNOW!! But I can't help it!! They're planning on reformatting the whole drive and I can't bloody think of where I'm going to put my mp3 collection!

Petty? Trivial? I dare you to say it in person.

As of last count I have 409 mp3 files, and I don't want to part with any of them. Yes, even those (creepy) instrumentals since instrumentals often help me get into the groove for writing. Funny though, coz most rock music get me to sleep rather than instrumentals.

But I'm not about to rant *talk* about that.

Damn, this is depressing. I have more than 2GB -- those are ALL my files in zipped form -- and I don't know where to put them. If I can only just get a CD writer... it'll definitely make life easier. I'll just burn a CD with my files, and boom! I'm set!

WHO HAS A CD WRITER?! PREFERABLY SOMEONE WILLING TO LEND IT TO ME?! HELP!!


Oist, Sandy!!

Argh!! I am so bloody frustrated with my life!! ARGH!! Can I go on that cruise with you? Nah, scratch that, that was just idiotic me talking.


Wen still hasn't texted or called me of when we can get to hang out. Damn, but I wish she would soon.


Oh yeah, I feel like I'm committing slow suicide these days. It's nice to sleep...


And then again, I can't go to that scheduled trip to Feifu's because of a very important event. North, here I come!! hehehe I can't wait to get up there again; it's been ages!!


I got a semi-weird email the other day. Some person... don't know from the name if it's a guy or a girl... well, this person emailed me, complementing me about one of my stories. That in itself was weird. I'm like, whoa, thanks... Kinda weird. Writer's block still in active session, thank you very much.


Then there was this instance one night, or was it early morning? I can't tell. Semi-vampire or not, I can't distinguish between times much. Anyway, someone called on the phone. Wait, start from the beginning. I was minding my own business on the Net, and the phone rings, so I grab the wireless and answer. Only there wasn't anyone on the other line. Or maybe there was but he/she wasn't bloody speaking. I didn't even hear heavy breathing, as most prank callers do that. Trust me, I've got my share of prank callers, damn kids. So I wasked and waited for a response but as none was forthcoming, I hung up.

It happened again.

If I wasn't so engrossed in what I was doing, I'd probably have been creeped out. Bugger.

Then it happened again, but this time at a more reasonable hour, and my sister answered the phone.

Wonder if it was the same person calling? Maybe an overseas call? But our usual callers usually spoke up.

Oh well, not to mention that I have a brand new stalker on my cell! ...Well, not exactly a stalker per se, just someone wanting a textmate if you will. What got me irritated was that he/she called -- albeit in the middle of the morning -- but I was bloody asleep! And I don't particularly appreciate it when I get woken up especially when I'm having a bloody peaceful slumber!