I ain’t exactly eating healthy. I don’t like my greens. Although I love cows (the black and white spotted kind, not the boring, native ones), it doesn’t equate to being one of them and gobbling down grass for heaven’s sake! I am not a fruit lover either. Just last week, my friends looked at me in horror when I told them I didn’t know what sinegwelas and duhat were and that I don’t eat pomelo, lanzones and rambutan, to name a few. I put the blame on my dearest grandmother who despite her “strictness”, actually played the doting lola by not insisting my brothers and I eat the things that we didn’t like. Of course, veggies and fruits topped that list. Although I am not really living a healthy lifestyle, I’m proud to say that I haven’t been in a hospital – at least as an admitted patient. Save for the time when I was born, I’ve never had nurses and doctors squabble over me in my lifetime. I am not eating healthy, I may not be really physically active, but I think I’m healthy enough not to get seriously sick – except for the occasional sniffles which, unfortunately, I’m nursing at the moment.

I can’t remember the last time I caught the colds virus. Despite the lack of sleep and the tremendous amount of work I have to deal with for school, I’ve never had fever in the last seven months. I think my body has adjusted well enough to keep me in a good shape – never mind if it’s really on the borderline. The occasional colds, however, is bad enough to keep me lying down the whole day. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to finish the work I was supposed to do last night because the meds I took for my colds took the best of me halfway through my paper. Now, it’s 9:09 am and I have four hardly finished papers trying to get my attention over here. It’s the 10th already and a Sunday by the way, tomorrow’s my parents’ 24th anniversary (and I’m thinking of getting them a cool digital photo frame) and the start of yet another long week. If I didn’t have group discussions to attend to and papers to pass tomorrow, I would want to call it off and take the day at home hoping the sniffles would go away. But you know, when you’re just a student and your grades are in perilous situation, you realize how you’ve got really no choice after all. *sniff*

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