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To Break the Ice

Well. To be honest, I have no idea as to how I can break the ice. By ice, I mean the uncharacteristically freezing temperature Metro Manila has been experiencing the past few weeks.

I'm not really complaining about the cold per se; God knows I love the weather, since the alternative would be inane humidity. I'd rather it were sweltering hot, or not at all. What I'm complaining about is the fact that the cold weather is slapping people left and right with virii that you wouldn't normally see at the end of January, for crying out loud.

Me, I'm stuck with a cold and my trusty jacket. I can't sleep without bedcovers, my fan's on the lowest speed, and I have a painful mouth sore. Have had it for a week. And to add to that, my sleeping pattern's gone kaboom once again. The pasts three days, I have had a total of eleven hours of sleep. I have been woken up prematurely by

  1. Fireworks
  2. Parties
  3. Weird dreams
  4. My alarm clock (mobile phone) reverberating on the big-ass wooden desk sleeping beside my bed
  5. A draft from the new hole in my floor

It's been insane. And my lack of sleep's keeping me from writing (typing) anything even halfway decent. I visit the blogs of other people and I say well, shit, these guys have all these stories to tell and I'm all just "nyo?"

I haven't even visited Multiply the past few days. I think I'm turning into that Legendary Being, the "Internet Monk."

Internet Monk n. A denizen of the Internet who uses such method of communication for entirely ascetic purposes and leaves the rest of the Internet community pretty damn well alone.

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