5 hour lay...over

**I wrote this during my stop over in Doha...no sleep, no food so it sort of turned out as nonsense.

So here's the long awaited post. A lot of people has been asking me what my problem is, based from the last two posts.Well, they didn't actuallydirectly ask like that but that was the point they were getting at.I don't have a problem...anymore. I used to, I'd admit to that. So here's a post thay may or may not explain it all.

I would think most people know that I have been planning/finding ways to go back to Paris ever since I arrived. It seemed like a super impossible operation until about two months ago. Unknown to everyone including my awesome parents, I have been preparing to go to paris for the past two months. What seemed like a super impossilbe endeavor only seemed to be impossible then.

I was getting stressed just by the idea of how to go on about the process of going there.The money, the visa, when, how. The stress, stress, stress, stress.

But with a bit of courage and a lot of luck, I tried...And believe you me it was not easy. There were a lot of sleepless nights, a fewscheming here and there, in short extensive planning.
First of all I had to have the money not only for the plane fare but for the stay there as well. And that has to be enough for the embassy to believe that I am indeed ableto travel: show money as one friend puts it. I feel guilty about this point actuallyas I used money from my and my mom's dollar account without really telling her in advance.

Then, there's the issue of leaves from the office. I've only been in the company for about 7 months and I didn't know if I could be granted such a long vacation: theentire month of August.
But apparently luck was on my side as my boss granted me the leave, I got all thepapers I needed for the visa on time, it was just the matter of waiting for the embassy to grant (or deny) me the visa.

But then there's stupid pretentious girl from window 3. But that's another long agonizing story worthy of a separate post.

However, it is the end that counts because as I am writing this post I am on a 5 hour lay-over in Doha waitingfor my connecting flight to Paris.
That's it for now 'coz I am hungry and have to claim free food from the food court.
This story is actually more agonizing that it looks because of stupid pretentiousgirl from window 3. I'll tell you more about it plus my mad 2 hours before leaving for the airport to catch my flight shopping spree.

ps. Thanks to Grey's Anatomy and Dynomite for keeping me company for 5 hours.

Stress

My luck has ran out.

I don't think things are going my way anymore...or at least I'm starting to feel like it isn't.

Jinx.

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Ciao Zizou

Apart from the fried mozzarella, it was a disappointing early Monday morning at TGI Friday's as Les Bleus lost to the Azzurris (I don't know how to spell this correctly, I don't care)...on penalties!!!

Oh well, that's football for you. Just like it's so football like to want to kick the fat girl in front of you cheering wildly for Italy then asking her "boyfriend" what the rules of the game are.

"C'est très français ça, d'être content d'avoir perdu, d'être content de ne
pas être vainqueur. Moi, je ne peux pas être content. Forcément. Il y avait de la place (NDLR : pour gagner). Je ne peux pas être heureux d'être simplement le finaliste" -Raymond Domenech

Crunch time

This is it.
No mistakes nor miscalculations should ever ever happen.
One sure step at a time.
Please don't jinx it.
This has to push through.

F*ck, I'm so damn excited!

Blah

I don't feel like myself today. I feel like I'm just...there.
It's not really depression, it's more like a blah feeling.
I don't even want to think anymore. It's tiring.
So I just let myself be carried away by the flow of whatever.

Blah.

This is such a weird feeling after one of the most awesome weekends I've had in a while.
Maybe we've had too much fun that I've reached my maximum share of fun and this period is necessary to balance it.

Blah.