  I’m sick… not in a funny way people would instantly quip, but in the way all of us who work(also study) dread. I will be wasting my time trying to get better while the whole world passes me by. Being sick reminds me of Wanggo. It was back in my first months at college that I got sick… and when I get sick… I get really sick. I would look pallor and I would not be able to move from my bed. I was not only useless but pathetic. I would be coughing so much I could feel something tear and smell that metallic scent of blood when I would exhale. Wanggo visited me… I was so shocked… I mean SO SHOCKED. I was immediately telling them that they shouldn’t be here that they had better things to do and that they would catch something. But, they were there, our maids let them in and I found myself so happy to see a visitor than I could ever be.
I was so shocked cause I never had friends who would visit me when I’m sick. Its not that we didn’t care for each other… its because we couldn’t drive and telling our parents that we were visiting our sick friend sounded too cheesy. It was an experience that I always cherished… Infact I can still remember the time I could return the favor. Wanggo doesn’t get sick… despite that he will not take medicine nor any pill for that matter. He was one of the healthiest people I ever knew. I remember that he looked yellow… I mean he was with a yellowish tinge. I can’t remember the details but I remember it to be the time that he told me that he never takes medicine.
I just knew he’d bounce right back… he lived this long and had a life that GREAT(and I mean good + amazing + remarkable and all the positive adjectives I could fill up)… I doubted that anything could stop him. It became my practice… that when I can I visited a friend who was sick. It was especially true with one of my crushes. Although, she didn’t seem to appreciate it, upon hearing she was sick, I was more than glad to visit her since she lived so close to the school. Heck even on the way there… I went to chowking to get hot lomi for her… although she didn’t eat it.
I ate it just to look like that it was for me, stopping any embarrassment that would give away how much I liked her. In the end I couldn’t finish and had to throw away a lot of good lomi. I wish she took it though… it was hot and steaming… perfect for a cold or slight fever. Anyway, I’m proud of pulling such a chivalric(more of a PA-cute) deed behind her back. I believe the best good deeds are to those actions no one witnesses.
Today we had soccer practice. We saw some chicks and told a friend (indirectly) that she was really a great friend and that she has a wonderful life ahead of her with one of my bestest buds and If some body wanted to change how DESTINY played things out… that body won’t be found in one piece when I get wind of it. My shirt is wet with my watery drips… YUCK!!! I hope I get better soon… for the sake of the people who have to be bothered by my altered habits. 
