writing calls

if there's anything that recent events have brought back is the passion for writing. it's the essential answer to why i blog. i blog because i have my narratives to weave. i blog because every waking second is an opportunity to scream to the world my gratitude for being alive and being able to experience another day on earth. i blog because there are stories of other people which have to be recorded. experience makes sense only if we allow it to make sense. thus, your narrative should seeks a point where it weaves with mine. if it hasn't, then there might still be other narratives needed to be woven for us to connect.

over the weekend, i have developed the first signs of a cold and that explains my impatience during the practices. then, it became clearer, the virus has chosen to target my throat. that is, of course, brought about by my recent fondness for cold drinks. last friday, i gobbled a melon drink and topped it with scrammble. that latter drink was so gooood. ice was crushed correctly, froth was enough, flavor and milk poweder matched but the killer was the sweetness, that syrupy witness! without any semblance of discipline, i could've bought the biggest for the second round. then, i was back to drinking cold water - a practice i stopped for the past years as my throat was so sensitive to the changes in the temperature.

so, habits have to be reverted.

yes, i am glad school will be over in about 30.240 minutes/504hours/21days/3weeks/3/4of a month/ yadah yadah yadah yadah....