I just need to complain. And whine.
What a drag. This day has been so tiring that I drank the large bottle of Lipovitan Ira Lite as if it was water. I just hope that the looming 2007 May elections wouldn’t mean yet another dependency on caffeine thus resulting to yet another series of trip(s) to the doctors for those uber painful migraine attacks.
I swear, with no real cause for exaggeration, earlier, it took me a lot of effort to climb the two flights of stairs leading to the penthouse office of dad in Makati. It doesn’t help my dilemma at all that surely tomorrow, I would wake up with a sore body and a painful "voiceless" throat. Further still, it, as well, doesn’t help me either that I’m currently undergoing an awkward transition from Australian to American (or at least a neutralized one) accent. God help me!
But the sure highlight for the day that is more of a rant rather than a funny rave is the reference I used for the onomatopoeia discussion earlier. Just imagine broadcasting to class, to illustrate a point, the Filipino translation of the word "fuck". Eeek.
And finally there’s the looming 2007 May elections. Sure finally I was able to figure out the reason why I couldn’t transfer jpeg images to Pagemaker from Photoshop but this added ability means added expectation from dad and, yep, additional (and more!) campaign propaganda, black and white in nature, for me to turn into a stiff layout masterpiece (yeah I’m griping dad). Simply put, I hate politics.
Fitness First rates? What a rip off. Yeah this time I’ll listen to Andy. I’ll go for Slimmer’s World. 
One rave though, I was, finally, able to finish the content for Salubris Consulting’s website without Leo biting my head off for the extreme delay I caused. Hehe.
