Monday, May 28, 2007

A series of unfortunate events.

There is really a dire need to bathe this friggin' office with holy water. Exorcise its demons whatever. For this month alone, two of my colleagues have already been hospitalized. Last Saturday was the burial of another colleague's father, who also spent an excruciating week in the hospital. Later that afternoon, we got a text from the sister of another colleague who was currently in the emergency room for what possibly might be meningitis or encephalitis. I'm getting a little worried. Help me pray.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

It seems everybody's friends or parents are hospitalized these days. My dad for one. Sigh. I hope they'll be okay.

Anonymous said...

my god jay, it's all the negativity in that *bleep* office that has accumulated all these years. it is now making a vengeance. sayang, wrong people tawon ang naigo noh? (hope THEY don't read this.) i suggest ipa-bless na lang ang office, better yet i-exorcise.

jayclops said...

better yet jud i-exorcise. for starters, we initiated a 3 o'clock prayer last monday. but i think the demons want a little more aggression. hahayyyy...

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