Contemplation

I’m just taking a quick break from the tedious Accounting report which I have nonchalantly volunteered my bored self.  Unfortunately, I didn’t expect it to be as boring although it’s better than not doing anything at all.  Anyhow, while I was doing the report, I caught myself thinking of other things – didn’t realize that I’m that good in multitasking LOL.  I was kind of contemplating or rather ranting about my current life at the office.  I think I’m getting loopy now.  OMG!!!

Confession of a Bleeding Heart

I’ve been sitting in front of my PC for the past hours – idle.  Now that we don’t have any project and we have almost sent home 50% of our workforce, I’ve been spending my time in the office literally looking for something to do.  In fact, I already crossed over to our Accounting Department and helped them with their reports.  Not the complicated accounting stuffs though just those which my simple brain can fathom :-).  However, I’m done with my share for today so I’m back to staring at my PC.

I wanted to write an entry but my brain is not cooperating with me – Is it even possible for a brain to fall asleep while I’m wide awake?  So, I will instead post an old blog of mine which was written last 2009.  Hopefully this will jump start my brain LOL.

You caught me by surprise!

When I was in high school, I was the type of girl who wanted to just be in the shadows.  Never standing out.  Never getting noticed.  In fact, it seems like I existed only to those who were close to me.  Nonetheless, I loved my social status – not an outcast but never popular either.  Despite my status, I still knew at least 95% of my batchmates.

PCOS and pregnancy… they just don’t fit together

“No babies yet?  Don’t you want to get pregnant?  No plans?  You’re not getting any younger, you should have a baby now!”

Those were few of the questions and comments that I often get from friends, relatives, and even acquaintances whenever the topic is about pregnancy.  I, most of the time, end up either ignoring them or giving them excuses like “The Uterus I ordered didn’t arrive yet.”  “I just found out that I used to be a boy.” Or my famous,  “I’m not yet ready!”  The last alibi usually garnered violent reactions which always makes me laugh.