Monday is a working day for me. I had to specify which day I am off or on because one, we have more off days now due to the unpaid days and the pending leaves that we had to take and two, we can’t even recognize the difference between the days except for the spelling of the day itself. Continue reading “Day 3 – The Boat is Sinking”
I woke up at eight in the morning that Sunday. Strange. That was earlier than the day before. With no alarms set. Continue reading “Day 2 – Dance the Night Away”
It was a Saturday. And I took off.
We were take two days off per week until further notice to clear off pending leaves. Continue reading “Day 1 – We Live in a Bubble”
On my last post, I’ve mentioned how I felt sad about bidding goodbye to our last guest and that, a 14-day quarantine will commence before anyone can leave the island. Continue reading “The 14-Day Project – Island Isolation Stories”