the remedy

It's bad enough that I gained pounds from eating bland American food and I'm overly tanned when I came back. And that's putting it mildly. I mean, it's not like I can always get away citing that it was summer in the States. It is hard to convince people that it was really scorching hot in the West that I moved way past the rosy skin to roasted.

But to be sick for almost over a week now, that's certainly the icing on top of what already is proving to be an ironic homecoming. It must have been the not-so-drastic change in climate, or that I got soaked in the rain a couple of nights ago, or the fact that I'm busy worrying about some personal matters that made my Immune system malfunction.

Welcome cough. Welcome sore throat. It is my curse as a Taurean, the throat part gets the first and worst hit. Not only does it drain me lifeless and give me sleepless, uncomfortable nights but it also takes away the one thing that I can't live without, the Voice. I've been so miserable these past few days because I can't talk, literally. And since I'm chatty by nature, I end up straining my throat further by trying to talk whenever I'm with my friends. Heck, I even did karaoke last Sunday when Striker and I hung out. When Rihanna's Umbrella turned into a dismal Mariah, Charmbracelet-circa, number, I decided to stick with cam-whoring instead. Well, not after I slaughtered Alicia Keys' No One believing that it can be sung with a husky voice.

I really miss my Voice. It feels like my life was put on hold when I lost it.

I wish I had me some cold instead.