Just when I thought the horrible vertigo episode was enough to seal my sickness phase, I was diagnosed with shingles last Monday.

Yup. All the water-filled lesions (which I mistook for allergies) and unbearable muscle pain (that could have been brought by hyperactivity) were all caused by the stupid herpes zoster virus.

Great. Just great.

Fortunately, shingles does not come with fever unlike chicken pox and flu. The muscle pain, however, has left me one-handed for a whole week (since it has only inflicted my right arm). It really sucks considering there isn’t enough paracetamols and mefenamic acid to drown the pain away. And to think I don’t even take them even at the worst case of dysmenorrhea. I wouldn’t be surprised if someday, I’ll be too dependent on them.

And being a museum exhibit doesn’t help much, either. I don’t know which was worse — to have it covered in gauze (which everyone can see) or skip the gauze and pray no one sees anything (but once they do…) I do want to be noticed very now and then, but not for this. Oh well, at least I could serve as a public service announcement for everyone…

Warning: Stay away from Risha if you: 1. haven’t got or have been vaccinated against chicken pox; 2. have a weak immune system; 3. are too young; 4. are too old; 5. are pregnant

After just four days after the official start of classes, I got sick.

A record-breaking event, if you ask me. Still, what a bummer to be sick at the worst possible time. On a Friday no less! It would have been more convenient if I was stuck in bed the whole day today rather than yesterday. I had piles upon piles of tasks to do and because of my physical incapacity, I have the burden for the whole weekend.

Then again, maybe (just maybe) they’re the very same reason my body forced room confinement on myself in the first place.

Don’t get me wrong. This will not be a rant entry. After all, I did sign up for the tasks I am taking for the day, with full consent and knowledge and I take full responsibility over them. I guess the pressure to actually excel in them got to me — more on the self-induced pressure since external pressure doesn’t really affect much as an internal one.

A powerful wake-up call that day turned out to be. Rather than exclude my physiological needs to accommodate all the activities that needs to be done, I should have a conscious effort to embed them in my daily routine. Much like an automobile — you really cannot get to your destination if you’re running low on gas and under-inflated tires.

I remember being in my digital communications class when my prof introduced the wireless power concept. Of course, it was an attempt to keep everyone awake since the lecture has been going on and on for hours (minutes actually, but you know students…). Then again, that’s how he is — he tends to digress until it is rather difficult to go back to the main topic at hand.

Anyway, I found this article detailing the wireless power concept (WiTricity) my professor was telling us about. Pretty amazing, if you ask me, although I seriously hope there wouldn’t be any severe side effects and trade-offs with the rise of this new technology. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise when the whole world would be wireless ten to twenty years from now.

To the team of WiTricity, I salute you!

Finally, the week-long registration is finally over. Technically, it will end next week, since the term ‘late reg’ is not applicable any longer. I am just relieved that my shift involves sitting down unlike walking/driving around the campus.

In a very surprising turn of events, I can graduate next April 2008 without the fear of getting delayed because of the minor subject deficiency! Wohoo!

Ocean’s Thirteen hits theaters this Wednesday! But alas, so is Registration!

Although next week would most probably be my last first semester registration, it’s frustrating to know that you’ll miss this movie’s opening day (or even the following week days). I absolutely hate crowds so the possibility weekend screening horror looms. Oh well, I’d be happy to see it even if it’s late as long as nobody would spoil it for me.

I guess I have to contend with this long trailer.