Am I pregnant?

We hear people using the word 'weird' all the time applying to a lot of things that are not necessarily weird. But last night, I had truely weird dreams.

I dreamt that I was lying on my bed being announced to the most unexpected news: I'm pregnant. There was the atmosphere of X'mas in the air, somehow. And while I was trying to figure out HOW and WHEN I was pregnanted, with all the smiling faces of my father, mother and friends around me, one of my aunties, while happily congratulated me, said this to my ear :"it's not by the man you thought you loved, it's the other one, you know"

What the heck is that supposed to mean? Isn't that a bit dramatic? And the most unexpected of unexpected news of all? While being dizzy and confused, I was drifted to another dream where I saw myself swiping my Credit Card guiltily to buy a really fine rectangular luxury watch with a dark blue face combined with gold accesories, in a super luxury multi-star graded hotel. I was wearing it and joined my companions for breakfast and, oh boy, against the majestic white roman like background (with white drapes and red and yellow florals) the buffet setup was like a supermarket. There were just far too many food and I am not exagerating if I say it was all the breakfast varieties you could have from all over the world. I went crazy collecting everything onto my plate and I think I almost lost my feet because of rounds and rounds of picking.

And you know what? The best part of all: I didn't get to eat any of them because while I was contemplating in front of the display of sausages and salami and etc, I heard a voice that whispered my name and then 'woala' I was transformed back to reality!

I woke up and saw the clock hanging on the wall proudly pronouncing that it's 8:50 a.m.

Ok, ok. I get it. Time to go to work!

*Boy, am I glad that I'm not pregnant!!!!!

Great Quote

Here's one for all the hypocrites out there:

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
- Jean Kerr