drip, drop

Did my running nose remind me of dripping coffee, or was it the other way round?

Since I started working some 2 weeks ago, I have been having this not-here-not-there-syndrome. My cubicle is just beside that gigantic Daikin central air-conditioner, which basically sucks in whatever air particles there are in the office, including but not limiting to people farting, body odour, etc etc. To highlight how severe it is, I wear 3 layers on top and 2 layers below. -_-" Just the other day, I was talking to my boss halfway when some transparent liquid dripped off from my nose and landed on I think my boss's row of folders...

Coffee... my unwellness has taken away my urge for drinking coffee. Now I've no choice but to drink jasmine tea available at the pantry (it's either Nescafe, Lipton or Richshaw)In the process I'm involved in harming the Earth, using 1 styrofoam cup per day. My bad.

A while ago, I was troubled by some matter. I felt like a small coffee cup, filled to the brim already the coffee still keep flowing in. So, the nasty residue stays at the bottom of the cup while the coffee overflows, becomes useless when it reaches the floor. (unless ants and flies like coffee) I didn't change a new cup. I turned off the tap from the coffee machine, and slowly enjoy the remaining coffee in the cup.

My father likes to use mahjong to describe life. I use coffee.