Anne has just awaken from a long slumber, she remembered she had the flu just the day before and how she miserably spent the whole day at the office- checking the long line of papers and a haystack pile of journals she had to review.
She hurriedly went home at 5:00 pm just as she tackled the remnants of her work, said her goodbyes to her colleagues- busy as ever with their respective responsibilities but managed to wave a hand or two at her. She dropped by at the corner drugstore for some pills that might ease the heat and the nausea she's feeling.
Supper for her is just the average fast food- since living alone in the suburbs of Metropolitan Cebu is life on the go; she’s always on the runt to get a pizza or hamburger to let her hunger pass. Just as she was finishing up, a knock was heard on her front door. She watched the time and opened it up to see her best friend and confidant on the affairs of her apartelle, Martha, the laundry lady; who's come to take her weekly laundry and while at it, has also come to chat with her friend.
After an hour or two of talking, Anne thought it best to go to sleep as she felt drowsy again. Martha added in a few quips to help her with her ailment, but Anne thought it best to take a pill or two and go to bed, but carrying in a few precautionary measures like an extra pillow, and a glass of water, and two more pills just in case the heat goes back again.
4:00 am- she woke up in a drizzle or so she felt. Funny, she thought; the flu has gone away! Hmmm…that expensive pill really works! She hurriedly went to the mirror to tidy up herself and proceeded for a cold shower to wash the smell of medicine with the aim to give her day a kick start before going to work.
She hurriedly took her breakfast- fast as usual with the average sunny-side up, some Tocinos and a sandwich with a morning brew, conscious with the time as she wanted to get to her office to brush up on the documents she left the day before.
It was a rain pelted morning as she was strolling down the avenue to get to her establishment, and she felt an unusual chill in the air as though the coldness of the morning has really sipped in her bones.
She stepped in and took her seat, greeted her cheery colleagues- who were cheerful and to see her well and undulating off from yesterday's flu ordeal.
She proceeded checking a pile of papers- and encoding infos to her PC. Just then she noticed that the room she's in is getting colder with every passing minute and that the pc monitor gradually stains with fog. Perpetually she thought that the dripping weather could be the cause as to the freeze over of the building's air conditioning unit and just stop what she's doing every now and then to wipe her monitor.
By 11:00 am, the coldness of the room seems unbearable that it has called everyone's attention, footsteps from down the hall to the offices can be heard rushing in to the pantry and the eerie sound of the coffeemaker coupled with spoons against mugs brings the occasional rhythm every now and then. It seems everyone is anxious too for that hot coffee mug just to ease the freezing feeling that's brushing in.
Lunch time. As the loud buzz of the alarm echoed through the building, chatters and murmurs of people can be heard as everybody is on the rush for that hot meal to fill their cold and empty stomachs. Everyone rushed out of the building, to their surprise with the sight they met outside.
She hurriedly went home at 5:00 pm just as she tackled the remnants of her work, said her goodbyes to her colleagues- busy as ever with their respective responsibilities but managed to wave a hand or two at her. She dropped by at the corner drugstore for some pills that might ease the heat and the nausea she's feeling.
Supper for her is just the average fast food- since living alone in the suburbs of Metropolitan Cebu is life on the go; she’s always on the runt to get a pizza or hamburger to let her hunger pass. Just as she was finishing up, a knock was heard on her front door. She watched the time and opened it up to see her best friend and confidant on the affairs of her apartelle, Martha, the laundry lady; who's come to take her weekly laundry and while at it, has also come to chat with her friend.
After an hour or two of talking, Anne thought it best to go to sleep as she felt drowsy again. Martha added in a few quips to help her with her ailment, but Anne thought it best to take a pill or two and go to bed, but carrying in a few precautionary measures like an extra pillow, and a glass of water, and two more pills just in case the heat goes back again.
4:00 am- she woke up in a drizzle or so she felt. Funny, she thought; the flu has gone away! Hmmm…that expensive pill really works! She hurriedly went to the mirror to tidy up herself and proceeded for a cold shower to wash the smell of medicine with the aim to give her day a kick start before going to work.
She hurriedly took her breakfast- fast as usual with the average sunny-side up, some Tocinos and a sandwich with a morning brew, conscious with the time as she wanted to get to her office to brush up on the documents she left the day before.
It was a rain pelted morning as she was strolling down the avenue to get to her establishment, and she felt an unusual chill in the air as though the coldness of the morning has really sipped in her bones.
She stepped in and took her seat, greeted her cheery colleagues- who were cheerful and to see her well and undulating off from yesterday's flu ordeal.
She proceeded checking a pile of papers- and encoding infos to her PC. Just then she noticed that the room she's in is getting colder with every passing minute and that the pc monitor gradually stains with fog. Perpetually she thought that the dripping weather could be the cause as to the freeze over of the building's air conditioning unit and just stop what she's doing every now and then to wipe her monitor.
By 11:00 am, the coldness of the room seems unbearable that it has called everyone's attention, footsteps from down the hall to the offices can be heard rushing in to the pantry and the eerie sound of the coffeemaker coupled with spoons against mugs brings the occasional rhythm every now and then. It seems everyone is anxious too for that hot coffee mug just to ease the freezing feeling that's brushing in.
Lunch time. As the loud buzz of the alarm echoed through the building, chatters and murmurs of people can be heard as everybody is on the rush for that hot meal to fill their cold and empty stomachs. Everyone rushed out of the building, to their surprise with the sight they met outside.