I have bruises on my right hand and they are my medals of valor. No, my sparring partner does not care that I don’t have mask and jacket on — he just likes to hit and hit.. and he does that even with Santi clinging on his left arm and shoulder. Grrr!

I told Jude that I will drive a hole through his neck if he doesn’t quit being overly aggressive and the maniac just laughs. My blood boils and well, what can I do? I can’t really kill my husband, can I? So I just threatened him that I won’t spar with him again… if he does not start behaving.

We got each a foil and it’s something that we have both wanted to do… and now, we enjoy it immensely and we play everyday after work and sometimes, even inside our very small bedroom. It’s playful, risque and trust me, sexy.. I mean having someone tracing a blade’s tip on your skin.. disrobing you. Yeah, just like the movies, not original but hey, it’s as erotic.

I have been staring at someone’s email for the hundredth time but my brain refused to process the information it contained. Maybe it didn’t contain any but my logical self tells me that if it’s a mail from this certain person then it should say something, something IMPORTANT.

I have come to think that aliens got hold of my ability to comprehend written texts. Maybe I’ll start speaking in Swahili soon.

It is the quality of the day that makes it just so unfit to work. The temperature has started to climb and you could see people in tanks and flip-flops and those tourists that make me wonder why on earth have I not exploited the city’s beauty before this bastards beat me to it. Add to the whole melee of sensory stimulation those poignant memories of young adulthood. Ah sweet life! Why am I here letting my very life pass me by?

The ride to work was not so eventful. My husband was complaining about work in general – stupid this, stupid that, blah-blah-blah while the cabbie tried to avoid all hurtling vehicles. As usual I was off somewhere with my own thoughts. When I dropped Jude off, he told me: “Try to enjoy your day.” Which come to think of, is really what I should do – live this moment and try to find some sense out of all these madness.

I am LUCID, sane, wide awake and so I toyed with my PC’s registry. This is in the hope to reinstall a trial version copy of a certain software that I so love to use but cannot afford to buy.. or more like, so loathe to spend on it. And the price for my stubborn cheapness - my system crashed!

The blue screen of death kept flashing at me. The only thing that saved me is another byproduct of my sloppiness - dual boot. When I formatted my PC for the 4th time, I failed to wipe it clean - 2 versions of XP were running on the machine - Home and Pro. And this is what saved me. I logged in on Pro and accessed my files from there. I was even able to export my precious emails from Outlook. Hehe! I used Express - it’s very light and portable.

My zoombie mental state is what saved me in the end. I must really be lucky.