I have a naturally loud voice.

Not market-woman type of loudness, thank God, but... loud. Y'know what I mean.

My mom had a cough two weeks ago. Today, her voice is still hoarse. Nya. We went to a doctor for a check-up yesterday, and you know what he said? He said that my mom should have voice rest for two weeks. I go, "Oh, OK... Less talking, then, Ma." But he shakes his head, saying, "No. Not just less talking. NO talking. At all."

"But---"

"No talking, no singing, no whispering, no humming... No nothing. Nothing will go through your throat except food, water and air. No sound for two weeks."

MAN. Can you do that? I know I can't.

So we buy the prescribed antibiotics, go home, and eat dinner. All the while, my mom does NOT speak. We have to lip-read and play charades with her all day. It isn't frustrating or anything... It's actually funny. And it made me appreciate my voice...

Not that I don't appreciate it already.

But you know what's funnier than playing an all-day charade with your mom? It's seeing other people's responses to her 'condition'. Some people use gestures while they talk (when they normally don't), some people speak loudly, some whisper to her, some don't even produce sound when they speak because my mom doesn't! My mom says she wants to wear s huge sign saying, "I'm mute, not deaf."

I guess it's sorta like, when you're with someone who speaks broken English, and, even if you speak fluently, you find yourself speaking in a broken manner, as well. But I guess it's no biggie since you understand each other, and that's what matters.

Ah, yes. Communication. Very important.

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I've moved back into my room.

Finally.

OK, so I've been here since Saturday, but I've been evacuated to the living room downstairs. See, my brother had the mumps for a week, and he's been quarantined in my room while I was gone. Of course, we can't move him just because I arrived, right? Poor guy... And he had so much to do this week. For further reading, go to his blog. Aaaaanyways, he's better now, he's back in his room, and he's being the annoying-to-the-point-of-being-amusing older brother that he is.

I've never had the mumps, by the way. All the more reason why I had to stay away from him for several days.

Oooh, ooh! Go to my brother's gigs!
Common Ground plays every friday at The Barn Bistro at Katipunan Ave. across Miriam.
Major 7th is playing for an event (I'm not sure if this is open to all, though) at Discovery Suites on April 23.
Common Ground and a few other people (with Major 7th vocalist Chique Arcilla) will be featured on a concert named Seasons. It'll be on April 30 at Royal Midway Plaza, Tandang Sora.

And, no. I am not getting paid to do this :)
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Hmm... what else? Uh, yeah. I'm on vacation right now. But it ends on thursday. *sigh* Summer classes. I HOPE I get summer classes. Much as I love UP Los Baños, I do NOT want to have to stay there. For vacations, maybe, but not as a student. Uh-uh. I wanna get this over with and move on.

Most working people I know tell me, "Don't rush it! Enjoy your being a student!"
Right. I've enjoyed it, thank you very much.
"You'll miss being a student when you're working already."
Yeah, well, I gotta stop being a student eventually, I might as well start when I'm supposed to.

Any other words of wisdom to try to convince me to stay being a student? Email me, and I'll try to refute it ^___^

Uh...yeah.

Lat thought: I didn't mention my grade in CMSC 142, did I? Of course it's less than 55.0, since that's the passing grade, and I failed. Y'know what it is? Two measly points below the passing mark.

And, before you start to think I'm ranting again, let me just say that I'm not. ^___^

That's all for tonight, folks, thanks for readin'.

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