It's Saturday now. Crap. Just one more day to go and it's back to work. Aaarrgggh.

I was hoping I'd get to recharge during the break. Precisely why I never accepted any invitation to go out of town. That and the fact that I'm still feeling quite anti-social.

But no... I'm feeling all the more tamad now. Sigh. I wonder when I'll ever get back on track.

So how did my two-day break go?

Well... it was pretty interesting and a tad disturbing too if you ask me. Haha.

Anyways, when I got home from the office Wednesday night, I just played Breath of Fire like there was no tomorrow. Hehe. As usual, I saw the sun come up. At 8 in the morning (or was it 9?), I switched on the TV and watched Oprah. You know what they say about signs being everywhere? Well... the Oprah episode was about men who went on a rampage and killed their wives. These men supposedly looked normal on the outside -- one was actually a preacher -- but for some reason, snapped.

The preacher guy was sentenced to life imprisonment after pleading guilty to killing his wife. He was going on about feeling depressed for a long time but didn't get help. He said he regretted not getting help... otherwise, he wouldn't be in prison and his wife wouldn't be dead.

Just the other day I realized something was terribly wrong with me. I need to get help asap!

At some point during watching Oprah, I turned on my Gameboy and resumed where I left off. Next thing I knew, there was this violet monster after me. I was running for my life with people I didn't know. One was a wolf and the other was a girl with wings. What the...??!?!?!?

Then I woke up.

Probably due to lack of sleep, I dozed off and left the TV and Gameboy on (much to the ire of my dad hehe). I realized that the characters in my dream were actually characters from the game I was playing. Sheesh.

Something is really really wrong with me. Haha.

So anyways, much of my time was spent either playing, watching TV and videos, eating and sleeping. Buhay baboy ba. Hehehe.

And now, I find myself here. I needed to get out of my house or else I'd get really crazy.

For some strange reason, people I haven't spoken to for the longest time kept on bugging me all throughout the two-day break. Normally, I would have liked the attention. In fact, two of these people were somewhat a part of my past if you know what I mean (::::wink wink::::). But then again, me being my anti-social self, I gave them the brush off. I know I'll probably regret it in a couple of days, but what the hell... the past couple of weeks have taught me an important lesson -- if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be. No amount of effort will make things turn out the way you want it to, if from the very start it's just not meant to happen.

So there.

I'll crawl back into my shell now.

Till next.