Here comes the sun. Doo doo doo doo.

"Jacques Derrida said the world is made of words. Without language the world does not exist, like a pen is not a pen without using words to perceive it and name it as a pen," I said to him.
"Yes," he replied. "The death of a culture starts with the loss of their language."

Eight months later, Willi still surprises me. Apart from the fact that he's a Hawaiian water baby who cooks a mean Korean chicken dish, he isn't at all as boring as I expect history majors to be. He actually makes learning fun - which is probably why he wants to be a schoolteacher.

Then again, I'm not as colourless as the man-on-the-street would expect of a student who studied French theories for three years. But I dream to someday be a public relations specialist who can use social technology, corporate communication strategies and organizational branding for the greater good. All the work I'm going to have to put in for the next few years is the journey to that moon.