New York is starting to bore me. I am thinking of moving elsewhere for a change. I have been here almost 10 years, and in all that time I do not think I have done anything to benefit mankind.

I think of this as my good friend Reena has relocated to Vancouver due to the recent kidnapping of her son. I am just happy that my godson was returned safe and sound, and this has been a blessing of sorts since I know Reena has wanted to migrate for quite some time...its only her idiot of a gambling husband that has held her back. I suppose she's finally fed up. She should be, during the time of crisis he was in Macau on one of his gambling trips and did not even come home to help? He has not enabled her to access their money (just an allowance account?!?!!?) and if not for the family, payment may not have been made. I refuse to think what might have happened.

Anyway.

Achie Gulaman seems to finally have some peace...but I still hope she finds someone else than SJ. If he cannot figure out things for himself, why should she waste her best years on him? She should at least date someone. But then who am I to talk about relationships gone awry?

People at the office have speculated off and on that I might be a lez. I get a kick out of that because its so not true.

I am also glad that Sex and the City has FINALLY ended. I call them The Idiot 4. Such a stupid show!

Once upon a time, during the 1980’s, a sense of style took on a whole new meaning. Clothes looked better when they were ripped up for some reason, and hairstyles contained so much Aqua Net, they violated the local building codes.

Back then at least there was an adequate excuse. Anything horrendous we did back then is automatically excused because it was "The 80's".

I'm watching my hair grow back oh so very slowly. Its been 2 months now but still just a spiky inch has grown. I am like a human cactus from hell...worse, there's this little area with a scar. Hair will never grow there of its own accord, eventually I will have to look into "hair implants" for that section of my noggin. Nothing beats a full head of hair!

You'd think by now the office jokes have died down but everyday something new pops up or something old is rehashed. I've grown used to the ribbing, which is actually pretty funny really!

To my dearest friends who are requesting for baldy pics, so sorry but I love you all to much to show you such horrors.