I need your support here, friends. Please sign the and forward the petition to stop the Canadian Seal Hunt. A lot of seals are being hunted, shot and beaten for their fur.

Of course, between now and "Pittsburgh," it would be too much to hope that nothing angst-laden will happen. The entire experience (from the preparation to the actual event), and the days following it spell A-N-X-I-E-T-Y to me and to everyone involved.

I need 48 hours in a day. I need more than 2-3 hours of sleep each night. I need this to be over and done with -- successfully (yes, I mean "in a successful manner). Most importantly, I need a vacation -- in Cancun.

Right now, I want one of those remote controls that Adam Sandler's character had in the movie "Click," where I can hit "Pause" and I have more time to do all I need to do in a day, and still have time to sleep (and probably wake up fat, like he did in the movie). I want to hit "Rewind" to undo some things that I must have done while I'm half-awake, half-dead in my sleepless state. And I want to hit "Fast Forward" to May 9, 2008, when I would have survived "Pittsburgh" and breeze through the stress that comes after it.

So what if I miss all of life's moments while I'm in "Fast Forward" mode in my remote control? I'm missing all of life's moments now as it is, anyway.

A long time ago, one of my professors asked our class this question:

490 - 1 =491...friends in Friendster!

No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the signs (it really was meant to be minus), so this is the right math equation (or at least, this is exactly how things went down).

You win some, you lose some.

I'm back, and I'm going to kick some b*tt. :)

My happy thought:


Hershey makes going home from a long work day worth it. :) Don't worry Baby Fish/my Nisca (yes, she's a dog, too), I'm not cheating on you. I love you both equally. :p

Today, I woke up very grumpy and running very late. While I would normally have time to get to class if I leave the house 10 minutes before it starts, walking on snow had made everything very challenging. I got grumpier with every step.

I was also very sleepy (I slept at 4:00am the previous night/morning, finishing a presentation that I'm due to give in a week -- ah, the price of procrastination). I needed to finish it early so I could show it around for feedbacks (yes, it's that big a deal).

Everytime I'm in class, I get stressed out by the fact that I have three extra (grad school) classes this semester, on top of one regular class (not to mention the one class that I am missing due to a conflict in schedule -- I'm crossing my fingers that Dr. Malmstrom won't keep me here to make up for it), and a fellowship, plus an upcoming exam to get ready for (the biggest exam I'll ever take in my life), plus an upcoming wedding...all of which require/demand brain power.

The stress of thinking about it all (hence using up more brain power that I could have saved for all of the above tasks) drove me to drinking coffee. Darn Stephanie for introducing me to Arctic Mocha. So it's a coffee/dessert/frozen drink and not the true-blue "coffee" that most people drink. It has caffeine and it jump-starts my system, so it counts. And I now count as a coffee junkie.

I used to only drink Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccino, but this is not Canada, and so the nearest Tim Horton's is a five-minute drive away. My laziness to drive (and dig up the car from the snow so it can warm up and thaw) chases away the craving.

Finger Lakes Coffee (who sells Arctic Mocha) has carts all over the hospital though, so I have no problems giving in to that "craving" (read: need).

And then I saw the cutest little boy wearing a blue sweater, walking around with his dad with an IV drip and stand. He didn't have any hair left on him, and he was talking like everything is right in the world.

His dad caught me staring and gave me a small smile.

I wish all sick little kids will get better and live full healthy lives. Please, God?

So I like to don't like to do things in order. I think it makes it more interesting that way. :) The truth is, I couldn't find the darn tab/button on the Friendster blog to export my blog here.

Besides, this is such an emotional moment, when you have formed an attachment to your old blog, and then you realized that it is time to move on. It's almost like breaking up with someone, only there's no horrible/bad/awful incident associated with it. And there's more fondness associated with my Friendster blog.

And then your thoughts become murderous when you realize that you CAN'T export your old posts into your new blog. What the --? Sure I cannot have the best of everything, but surely I can figure this out. So two episodes of "CSI:Miami" plus half-way into a "Without a Trace" rerun later, and I'm still stuck.

I want my "Celle-chair" post! I want my "Starter Wife" post. I still hate "DriveShield." I want a lot of other things from my Friendster blog, but most of all, I want the comments that people left on my blog, flattery for my ego, knowing that my words are read by people (never mind that most of my posts are ramblings). :p

So, please do me a favor, everyone. Char, Jill T., everyone who posted on my Friendster blog...will you PLEASE read this blog, too? I promise it will be better. Lol.

In the meantime, for everyone who missed the old blog, you can read it here.