Second night I had an insomnia, was tossing and turning till 2am and finally fell asleep. What is bothering me??? I know it, fine, but I just don't need to confront such desire of wanting to see him again. Yes indeed, boys are trouble, I need to rest my mind, and if he never calls, as Jameson claims that (according to his keen observation) he's just being shy, then screw it. I've got a window period for a guy I'm interested, I think soon I'll need to shelf this up. After all, I never have luck with guys I'm interested.

So I must have turned the alarm off and got a good snooze, and somewhere between awake and asleep, I heard cop's siren and firetruck hovering around as though they were right outside of my house. Then followed by a 5-minute long open fire, I was totally awake. Man....there was an open fire on the street outside of my house, first thing I could think of was if I parked my car on the street, luckily, I parked in the complex.

The 8:15am gun shot totally woke me up, I was out at the door by 8:30am and found out they blocked the whole street and I couldn't even leave my complex....what the heck!! Sheriff's cars took over the street and traffic was detoured, I can't believe such a nice neighborhood turns into ghetto smash. Oh well...at least there's no bullet hole on my windshield, I'm pleased:-D

Contemplating a decision of moving back for a dream job or staying here for my dream life, everyday I changed my mind, until lately I came to realize that I should live to work, not work to live, I like my life here so much, and I hate to leave my best friends, my gym, the air and water, and everything I care about here behind. I turned down the offer....sigh...you can't have it all! eet-Tuesday morning call.