I lost my keys today and i was locked out of my apartment. ok. so tralala muna sa ABS para magtrabaho ng konti... mind you.. konti is a relative term to someone or something whose boat is sinking long before it nosedived itself. Speaking of noses, i am nursing a really pessimistic sipon caused by these blatantly aparador like ACs in the office.  Oh God, noses aren't supposed to be nursed but bruises.

On the other cubicle are a group of young underpaid individuals working for a non-rating teen search show, nothing seems to excite them but the alcohol disguised in an Oishi pack, and then one goes crying as if this office was some ditched grillery . Ah, nursing bruises. Just right and on time.

In a few hours or so, schedules will again fly like misled farts and my Frenchy will be back to Eiffel tower. This makes me really affected. I wish i could just rest my back in our egg-shelled bed and just waste away time. But you see, i lost my keys and now a squatter in the green sofas of this office. And under this gleaming white fluorescent leaves me a in a state of nursing my own gloominess.

The Ber months have come and it seems December is such a good threat to nurse one's decisions and just leave it wounded.