Sometimes.

Today is as ordinary as the days before. Nothing really great happens to me. But I'm pretty happy now that today's my day off from school. I get a relief from the eight hours I spent with 'the neck-less,' Pamela Wan who, as I totally hate to admit, looks like my artistic RN sister. No stupid, the term is not de Maupassant's short story. Oh yeah, speaking of my AnaPhy/Microbio instructor, every week I write at the back of my notebook a tally of the number of times she uttered the favorite words, 'basically' and 'oki'. Last July 7, she said 23 basically's and 11 oki's in five hours. And at our following meeting yesterday, she made a breaking record of saying 23 basically's (and 6 oki's) within two hours.

I am already on my third stage of sickness. The first two were evil sore throat and common cold. Now, stupid common cold got a partner to help ruin my life. Ever wondered why we never seem to get immune to colds? It's because there are about 200 different strains of virus that are capable of producing colds. Maybe in my whole life, I've only been immune to 20 of them. Daft viruses don't have anything to do with their life (wait a minute, they have NO life!) so they always bug me. Nuts!

I'm currently listening to Caetano Veloso's version of Cucurrucucu Paloma and I am reminded of the film Hable Con Ella. It's a muito touching movie so I let my friends view it too, and they liked it as much as I did. From the film I learned the special essence of communication to any relationship. You just talk to them even if they don't react to whatever it is you're saying. Like the comatose patient with exorbitantly voluptuous body in the film, they too, can be affected or influenced by another person's words.

Little did you suspect, that's what I've been doing for the past three months. That's why I made this weblog, though quite unfriendly. I continue to write even if I don't get comments each time I post. But it doesn't matter because I know people (although very few) who would kill their precious time to somehow get to this unsophisticated site and read whatever I got to tell them. They get afflicted with my poor sense of humor and weak style of writing, and then they start to smile because they finally understood me or why I'm like this.