I got a message from my friend who’s supposed to tour me that she couldn’t because her pop was sick and she needs to attend to him. I got this message when I was strolling at the mall to plan on buying the things I needed for my trip.
I got a message from my friend who’s supposed to tour me that she couldn’t because her pop was sick and she needs to attend to him. I got this message when I was strolling at the mall to plan on buying the things I needed for my trip.
I’m not feeling well.
I went to work last night, thinking I’d be able to finish a lot of evaluations but I was dismayed. I came in at 9pm and around midnight, I frequently visited the restroom just to relieve myself. I thought it was just a simple case, but I traversed back and forth my desk and the toilet 5 times. I also threw up in some cases which I rarely often do.
Because I’ve been frequenting the bathroom, obviously I’m sick. I’m listening to my colleagues and their advices with regard to keeping myself hydrated as well as taking care of my health.
As I was getting ready for work, I dropped by my locker just to get my headset so I can start the day right. When I went to the locker room, I noticed that my locker had a tag indicating that I have to find a new partner since my previous one is no longer with the company where I’m in. There needs to be 2 people in one locker so I’m still finding somebody to share.
Whoa, I can’t believe I reached my hundredth post this early. Well, maybe it’s a bit late already. But knowing that I just started this blog as a way to express myself even better and not feel too constricted about it, I can say it’s already a feat. I just started this blog as an extra way to talk about anything that I usually am not open to talk about with people. However, writing and publishing blog posts has become a regular occurrence. I even update more here than anywhere else. My other blogs are just there still though, but this is the one I already treasure the most.
I came home from work at 9am and went directly to bed. When I woke up, I just heard my brothers arguing about something. My mother told them to stop and that they should behave cause it’s our father’s birthday. I was still in a dazed mood until I heard that line. I forgot my pop’s birthday. I completely forgot about it.
You’re the one who told me that you were coming over; that was our first communication in a long time after I said my piece. When I finally mustered the courage to see you, you just brushed me off as if I’m just any other stranger. Sure, you attended; but it was as if you had nothing left to do and you were forced. Well I maybe forced you to seeing me, but I never really knew how cold it was already; how thick the wall was.
So here I am, doing Overtime work just because I don’t have anything better to do on a weekend. Well, this is
actually good since I didn’t have enough plans to go out of town, I’ll be going somewhere next weekend though. Right now, I’m just increasing the salary that goes to the bank down to my pocket till I just poop it all and flush it down the toilet.
I’m back to the night shift. I’ll be doing more tasks and handling more responsibilities than what I’ve grown accustomed with the past months. Now I’m still smiling and taking things lightly but deep inside I’m panicking already. What have I gotten myself into? Sheesh.
I’m back to the night shift. After almost a year’s worth of having a normal/regular schedule at work; I’m moving back. I’m anticipating sleeping and shitting irregularities by then. At least I get to have time processing proper documents during the day. Maybe I can finally get a passport even.
Was browsing through some old mail as I was sorting out my messages to free them from clutter. I stumbled upon a mail that contained a link about a certain work of “art” by yours truly. Honestly, this was introduced to me by a blogmate a long time ago; is 4 years already long enough?