This is how ordeal begins, our little deary pet (female Pom), she's waiting for her master(my father) to rise.
And gives the pleasure of her shrilling cries and loudest barks.Hah, I am already imsomniac.....how much more can she irritate me.God!!!!Sometimes i hate herrrr.....
Ohhhhh....noo....she's got helpers to irritate me......and in flocks....Yes, we have a market below ourr apartment...And it's wholesale market of perishable items.Oh...God help them sell everything...and soon.....My head is going to bust.......I am without sleep for almost 72 hours now....
Yes, i almost forgot.....today is monday....my most favourite day becoz........it's time for office now.......what shalll i wear???Yesss.....something flashy.....i am going to office for the first time after diwali!!!!!How can i be dull and unimpressive......this is my own notorious ateptm at mix'n match.....Flurocesent Green and copper sulphate blue....with sequiens.......I hope gucci doesn't steal the design and the combo......
Yesssss...this is the killler combo......
I had great plan and to do list for office, as i was joining office after alomst a week as there were 2 days holiday for Diwali and took another 3 days to makes a whole week....I had plans to get allocated into some software projects which has a hectic schedule...."I can wrk for 18 hrs " ....i told the lady....she matter of fact did not seem very excited wit that.....she instead said "If u wrk for those 8 hrs properly...it ''ll be enough to finish everything"....that was dis hartening....as i wanted a more warm welcome and better first impression....my peoples skills are not as sharp as it used to be..............naaah....it's the sleep deprevation thing.....i can still attract ppl..and make a grtt first impression.......
Hahahahah......no i still have that in me....our inhouse psychiatrist is calling me, mailing me, scrapping me to go to her.......i went finallly...coz there was not much work to do.....was getting bored anyways......hahahahah...what a conversations we had.....for 1:30 hrs.....we only spoke gibberish.I told her how "I feel happy being sad"..how the borders of sadness and estasy have interpolated withing themselves.......i don't know if i more sad being happpy or happy being sad....
She thinks neuro chemicals are playing games with me..... i have bipolar dieasorder.
Why is it that I can't have the things which are sooooo precious to me.....which makes my heart bleeed.Godddd....i won't ask for anythingggg everrrrrr..........i promiseee i promise.......
Why is it that i like those ppl who do not love me......they reassure and recorfirm my faith that i am good for nothing...and not likeable at alll.......and trying to make them love me gives me an opptunity to like myself litttle bit......because i can identify more wit them....
