Happy Birthday Daddy

Feeling a bit down lately, I decided to succumb to my bed's invitation to wrap me around its faithful embrace. I was about to write about the things bugging me but decided not to since it will obviously do nothing to help me feel better. Bad vibes away!

So I like to dedicated this post to my dad who's celebrating his birthday today. To this man who never fails to give us more than what we need. The only downside is he has probably spent more time being away than being at the shelter of his own home. And you know I can never thank you enough for that, daddy. But whenever I think about it I say a little prayer, thanking God for the fact that I can never thank you enough. Because with it comes my endless mission to give back to you and to love you as long as forever.

I love you.

Give em and break em

Okaaay. Here's an update:
My i-feel-so-bad days were long gone and my life's now back to normal.
Not purely normal, I guess. For the 'normal' me is typically sleep deprived. But for the past week I've had lots of time to sleep, despite the deadline for one of our thesis proposals which I've put upon myself.
The result:
The oh so good feeling of not becoming sleep-deprived AND an unfinished proposal.
There you go- the best thing about self-imposed rules. You can always break them. :)
Archie and Merce are coming over tomorrow so we can work on our other two proposals and the microwave link project. God. I feel a lot better. That's loads better than doing it all by yourself at three o'clock in the morning while everybody else is sound asleep.

Note: I am definitely not feeling guilty about sticking to bed instead of doing my proposal. I'm almost done with the first chapter, I assigned chapter two to Billy and I need to talk to Merce and Archie about chapter 3 so I'm not doing it yet. And besides, chapter 3 is really short.

***Missing daddy.

Wednesday, August 6. Archie accompanied me and my family to send daddy off at the airport.
Daddy has been through a lot for the past year and I hated to see him go. There were no angel figurines this time. Only a lot of prayers that he comes back home in good shape.
I miss you daddy.