This is a Cool Blog

This should be a cool blog.

Why? Because this is going to make something out of the expected daily grind. Because this is going to paint a picture of why Picasso saw sharp shapes. Because this is going to narrate the story of Nothing which can be graphically possible, really.

So I shall begin by writing about the weather.

It's about ten shades of grey outside, sky blue fighting in one generous corner, a cluster of fluffy clouds flirting about as they oscillate between white and silver and eeny, meany, whinny black. But at the moment the skies are nice enough to let the sun have a peek at this drenched land, which could use a bit more wetness, if you know what I mean. No, I do not ask for a flood; too busy to make some ark.

Schedule-wise it is a blank slate, save for a sudden client meeting in a couple of hours. I should be preparing self for some life-changing decision which actually boils down to me asking for a pretty long absence (with or without leave) that shall commence in less than two weeks. That's just the first step, and true to the law of sequencing (such thing?) step two shall manifest, sequitur. Good luck with that.

To make matters more interesting, here is what I've had so far (in food terms):

1. Hot Milo, small cup of.
2. Skyflakes crackers, a packet of.
3. White rice, half-a-cup of.
4. Kare-kare (stewed beef, tripe and veg in peanut sauce), a cup of.
5. Cavendish banana, one dang huge piece that it reminded me of someone.
6. Water, about six glasses so far.

On a health note, I was pretty alarmed when a colleague remarked that I might have diabetes as I threw some stupid tantrum whilst at work a couple of months ago; she said that I was obviously hungry therefore I got irritated, which can explain the potential of me being a diabetic. I had to tell her, quite nicely, that: a) anyone who is overworked and hungry will tend to snap the head out of everyone, and b) I was irritated because I had to deal with idiocy the entire night. I am sorry, but tantrums flare.

But that didn't stop me from Googling "diabetes symptoms" afterwards. Symptoms-wise... well, I have been tired and fatigued, yes. No, I don't have wounds that have been having a hard time healing. I might have been infected by something but I think I've already flushed it out of my system. Besides, I was recently hospitalized and everyone's shocked that the tests showed I was pretty normal and healthy, thus everybody wondered why I was being hysterical at the sight of a needle and the moments connecting me to an IV seemed like I was some emery bag in need of some serious poking and thrusting.

Anyhow, at the moment it seems that the three shades of blue are winning outside the battle of the Manila skies, thanks to that bloody storm finally heading out of this country.

Coolness.