My creativity (if indeed I have such) is at its lowest ebb. Tomorrow I have to present design proposals for three projects to ManComm, and I’m nowhere close to finishing a single design for any of them.
Oh pressure, where art thou, pressure?
Sigh.
The colds virus that’s been fermenting around the workplace finally found its way to my system, and now my nose is stuffy and my eyes watery. Cough is slowly creeping up my chest as well.
One of my officemates called in sick. He’s down with fever.
Beer doesn’t taste as good. The balut (boiled duck egg whatever) we eat every night at Manang Paopao’s somehow tasted bland.
Our Chinese student trainee ran away at the sight of balut being eaten.
She still looks a bit pale and weak after getting really sick with cough, colds, and fever two days ago – five days after arriving from Hongkong.
Wait...
...colds, balut, Chinese, cough, Hongkong, balut, fever, virus, student trainee sick two days ago, colds and cough, balut=duck egg, duck=bird, fever=flu...
*Shudder*
The Gloria-gate CD is playing incessantly all around. The recorded voices are beginning to feel like dentist’s drill.
“Hello Garci?”
The rains have taken on a different tune – sadness. Maybe it’s been like that for so long, and it was I who refused to wake up and listen.
Looks like it’s going to rain tonight, again.
My umbrella just broke.
Darn these no-drowse phenylpropanolamin paracetamol tablets.
I want these back
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