Paris ain't so cheap

Was planning to go to Paris. Too expensive, who knew that last minute eurostar tickets are way way way more expensive. So impromptu holidays are pretty much out then. You need at least 2 months in advance just to have a decently priced holiday. Sucks.

Whine whine whine

I'm not in a good place. I keep on complaining, I hate it when I do that. Which is why I hate this post, cause I'm esentially whining about whining. Dang, you really can't win.

On a happy note, I got my new ipod today. My old one conked out and I'm still getting around to having it repaired. To be fair, the old one was a first generation black and white model with the click wheel. I once saw an advert in the paper asking people like us to donate our ipod so it can be displayed in a museum. I also remember the conversation I had that went something like this:

Girl who owns a new generation colored video playing ipod: Hey, your ipod looks different.

Me: ???

Girl: Can I see?

Me: ???

Girl: COOOOOL!!!! YOUR IPOD IS BLACK AND WHITE! HOW DO YOU LOOK AT THE VIDEOS???

Me: It doesn't have videos.

Girl: Oooooh, what does it do?

Me: It plays music.

Girl: WOOOOOW IT'S BLACK AND WHITE. IT'S SO TOTALLY RETRO.

Me: I used to watch black and white tv with dials, no remote control, so this is nothing new.

Chinatown

I've been out for the past couple of nights, both times in Chinatown. I seem to gravitate towards Gerrard Street whenever I'm stressed. Either there or Royal China in Bayswater. It was good to get out. I've forgotten how spending time with friends make me feel better. It's been great catching up with friends who've known me since childhood. They always help keep things in perspective. My mood's a lot better so that's a relief.

I forgot how drunk people get in Soho. *Hello drunk girl playing chicken with the cars, can you please not do it in front of me?*

Burn out

Ah yes. That familiar feeling of being emotional over nothing. It's baaaack (think blonde haired girl from poltergeist). I think not having a day off for almost two full months has taken it's toll. Ok, I don't think, I know. I just had to have it spelled out for me today when I was chatting with Meh. Oo nga no, duh.

I've lost my mojo. I'm tired, cranky, on the edge and worst of all manic. I don't want to have another bout of mild depression. Yes sports fans, I do have a history of that, then again I wouldn't trust a doctor who so easily hands out prescription for prozac. And no, I never did fill out that prescription. Just getting diagnosed and handed the go signal to take the happy pill jolted me from my dark mood. On the upside, I've stopped drinking coffee. I have my zen filled cup of green tea for the whole day and it makes me feel so much better.

I can't wait to get a proper day off and just people watch. American Dad just ain't cutting it anymore. I can't wait to use my passport (the red one natch) and go to Paris. Eat macarons, see Mona Lisa (yes I know she's actually small in real life and not all that), pain au chocolat, coffee. Have a life basically.

I know, I'm whining.

How Did I End Up Here?

I keep on having deja vus since the past week. The recurring theme is, how the heck did I end up here? I've been whining, complaining and doing non stop emo. I think it's just from lack of sleep and too much work. You know, stress does that to you. You become emotional, cry a lot and end up a grumpy bastard. That's me at the moment. I am looking forward to my days off, whenever that will be.

In an unrelated note, Wilben where are you? I can't find you.