i really thought i would be spending my holyweek vacation with a nasty cold. summer won't be a blast if you're running around the beach with your nose running after you. it won't be fun if you can't smell the freshness of the fruits of summer. and chicks don't go near guys who spend more time blowing their nose than swimming -- both on the beach.

i am addicted to details, and scent is no exception. whenever i travel, i take note of certain smells that define the places i have been to.

when i was in grade school, i could tell if we were already in manila just by catching the stench of garbage. it could really answer the ever annoying question: "malapit na ba tayo?"

in Victorias, Negros Occidental i found the real scent of sugar. the smell surrounds a certain part of the town that you could imagine your sugar level rising while walking there. but victorias is definitely no hell for diabetics.

and ilocos sur, for me, won't be complete without the scent of a woman, not tobacco.

I received an email today. And like millions of emails in the world, this one is made up primarily of 1s and 0s only. It is still electronic.

But unlike others... this one has life.

It's nothing fancy. It's not even long. The email contains only 3 words, ended by a brave exclamation point. Like 3 single-celled microorganisms mixing up the primordial soup... bringing up life.

It has been months since I have last heard/read those words from someone who could really say them right. As always this someone is different… unlike others… this one gives me life.

ehem ehem.....

Honestly, I have no idea where my girlfriend is right now. I really do. I dont know if she's doing okay or not. I am clueless about her well being and safety for months. And I am doubtful that she is eating as well as she is supposed to, considering the paranoia of every woman in the world--- getting fatter every minute.

All these make me look like a very irresponsible boyfriend. But what can I do? It is inevitable. It is already written. Maktub.

If I were to be reborn again… my first word would definitely be "PORKCHOP."

Every Friday I eat porkchop. The lady that sells us lunch in the office never bothers to show the menu every last day of the week. She just rings the bell, opens the door, and ask for formality's sake:"Sir, Porkchop?!"

Add to that a side dish of monggo, a banana, and cold drinks; and my Friday is complete.

Back when I was still in Baguio I ate porkchop almost every day. I spent half my college life inside classrooms and the other half inside a small carinderia named Soledad’s.

Although smaller, compared to a regular SLU classroom, Soledad’s is always packed with enough students to make one engineering section, everyday. Their secret? 247 calories, 24g proteins, and 119 mg cholesterol of one sweet, juicy, and spicy breaded PORKCHOP!

Add to that a few good books, good grades, and a beautiful girlfriend to eat with; and my college life is complete.

You know what blog reminds me of?

"Doogie Howser M.D."

Ifyou were a kid in early 90s, chances are you know who doogie and vinnie are. They're the guys who cut your friday night cartoon viewing with episodes entirely about the not-so-amusing-if-you-think-of-it life of doogie howser m.d. Well the show was aired in Philippines till it's last season i think. Giving us kids bad acting examples and medical lessons for the entire duration of our puberty.

However there's still a part in that show that i really like. It's when the show is about to end and doogie goes to his room and types in his computer, what seemed to me as a diary log back then.

I dont know if it was the computer (they would make a hell of a cool toy) or the act of writing that made me like that part but it sure helped me in my english classes before.