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"From now on, everyday will be the most important day." Hi! The name is Angela. Born on 10191988; existing (and living) for 21 years (and counting). Only daughter. Graduate of UST BSCS '09. Currently working (and wasting my once productive life) in night shift to sustain her luxurious life. Plans to mature on February 2010. Addicted to Web. A licensed driver. In a relationship since 122108. Loves my circle of friends. Loves sweets. Sentimental. Slim, long-legged with fair complexion. Wants to edit her life. So help me God.

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7.20.2009
A(H1N1)?
Story told at 00:07 // 0 person(s) left violent reaction(s).

Caller: Where are you located?
Anj: In Scottsdale, Arizona, Sir.
Caller: Are you an illegal immigrant?
Anj: ???

Define irate. That caller. I'm sorry for the voice, okay? Eff.

I have severe colds, cough and fever since Friday night. But I have to go to work simply because I have to.

I got more sick because of the super cold temperature in Ops. I had no choice but to stay at the workstation just below the AC. It was sooo cold there that I had to have a jacket and a blanket to survive. After shift at 7AM, I went to the lounge to get some rest before I went to PJ's house in Antipolo to, supposed to be, surprise him on his 24th birthday -- but I got busted. HAHA.

I should have been in their house before he woke up. Kaso ang aga nya natulog. Eh di ang aga rin nya nagising. At me sakit ako. At ang tagal ko naghintay sa FX paakyat sa kanila. Luge. I wasn't even able to text him since 12MN. Effin' sched. Brought him my gift and his birthday cake to make him fat. :D

HAPPY, HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY, PJ! *huggg!*

Went home around 7PM. After the sermons that I got from my ever-loving mom and dad, I slept. I decided not to go to work because I was really sick that time. I tried to call our shift manager but he didn't answer. I called my TL but she told me to just go to work if I could still manage to. It was already almost 9PM. I just went to work. I just put in my mind that I could still talk and listen, and I didn't have my QA yet. That's why I had no choice. My TL gave me a lot of considerations anyway. :]

I wonder if this is a regular fever, an influenza, pneumonia or worst, A(H1N1). I got all the symptoms. Haha. Well, that's fine. I'd be popular. HAHAHA.

Hmmm. I hope I'd be better for the next 24 hours. Pray for my health. :)

Signing off.