Sickness…BLERRGH!

I am sick. So sick. I am amazed as to how I have actually arrived alive from my trip to Calamba and back again with my mom. Reminds me not to go on long trips with her especially if it’s too hot and if tehre is traffic on the SLEX. ARRRGGHHH!!!! Well after that ordeal, my lungs…let’s just say that the whole day I was wheezing and coughing, started when we boarded an airconditioned bus from Cubao to Calamba. When we arrived at my uncle’s school supplies shop, I was wheezing uncontrollably and coughing while at it too. My condition progressed from worse to worst that I wasn’t able to accompany my mom to where I was supposed to accompany her, I was cooped up in my uncle’s shop, which nfortunately didn’t have any windows in it. Blergh. So yes, my wheezing and coughing just became worse. I drank 2 types of medicine to make sure the cough stays quiet just as we get to Manila. So we opted to ride a non-airconditioned bus getting back home. Then we get slammed head on by a traffic jam that made us wait like an hour long just a few frigging minutes from Calamba exit, all because a delivery truck and a car slammmed into each other and it took them an hour to get them out of harm’s way. ARRGH! So naturally my coughs worsened and my intestines were revolting because…well I don’t know exactly. Too much pressure I guess. And my mom was berating me for trying to act…rebellious. I could probably tell her you have no idea what I’m feeling right now, but then again, she is teh one with asthma too so I can’t complain. We took the short ride bus to Alabang where I got to relieve my intestinal problems. >.>;; just don’t ask what it was. Anyway we managed to get to Estrella (somewhere near Powerplant) where we hailed a taxi and arrived at our house, and my lungs were really demanding to be let out of its confining cage, that’s how bad i felt, and I can’t even breathe properly. It was an entirely bad day for me. Oh, and did I mention that I just recovered from a viral infection attack? Yay me. >.>;;

The White Queen  

Brain drain

A lot of things has already happened, and I haven’t actually had the chance to get back into reading books once again. Because of the nature of my work, I only have little time else to pursue my other hobbies…it’s like the price I have to pay so that I could make myself useful around the house. But it really sucks, now I can’t even get myself in the mood to write anything. Was it a good price to pay? 

Brain drain is probably the worst thing taht could ever happen to someone who thrives on creativity and everything else, and especially more so if the said person is also using the same thing in order to maintain her hold on her own sanity. My mind is painfully blank nowadays, and probably yes, I am officially burnt out. Maybe it would return, I really do hope that my senses would all return. but now I’m actually writing this on a painful blank state of mind, and I do hope that in spite of these ramblings I still make sense to you. 

The White Queen