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I'm typing right now with my fingers all jittery. I had just consumed 2 venti cups of americano in under 5 hours, thus the mini hand seizures.

Anyway, I haven't written here for a very long time so expect this one to be a longer-than-usual but still as self-absorbed (as usual) entry.

Sitting and studying all alone in an isolated corner of a cafe for five hours straight may sound boring and hermitic, yet it has been anything but. In between reading my genetics textbook and staring at the ceiling in an effort to digest what I have read, I was able to recall funny, weird, amusing, PATHETIC things that happened to me this week. The following are just some of these:

* Loi Estrada, the former first lady (and a current senator) suddenly passed by in this cafe where I'm at. I was the only one in the cafe when she came in (without any company), so it was uhm.. an awkward and intimidating moment. She kinda looked older than when I've seen her in TV. The wrinkles were all apparent despite the very thick makeup she had (and perhaps, several face lifts...), so it just goes to show that despite the many medical advances in upholding human vanity, old is still old. There's no escaping wrinkles, and that's just the way it is. And oh, she ordered caramel frappe (or what looks like it). Coincidentally, that's what I also ordered.

* Genetics may sound cool, and it is, but cool doesn't mean it won't make a noodle soup out of your cerebral cortex. It's the most technical bio subject I've ever taken, and it's HARD. Plus, it has that distinctive characteristic of turning seemingly harmless letters like A,C,T,G and U into absurdly mind-boggling and epistaxis-inducing objects of scorn. The upside to all of this is our prof. She has this funny accent and it always brings out a hearty chuckle in me. And I totally love her for that. Haha.

* I found out that I got a more than okay result for my philo orals. In fact, I rocked the hell out of it. Which is surprising because while I was trying to make my outlines, my temporal arteries were throbbing like maniacs that I thought I would die of aneurysm. Maybe, it's the fact that I saw my literary idol jessica Zafra a minute before I took my orals that the articulate and profound in me were suddenly unleased. Or maybe it's because I got number 6 for three consecutive times. You see, we were given 5 thesis statements, so if you rolled the dice and you got number 6, you have to roll it again. And I did that for three times. Amusing.

* 4 hours from now, I'll be riding a bus going to Calatagan. We'll be having a med mission there. This reminds me that I have yet to find a drug company who's willing to give their spare drugs for my org's upcoming med mission. Bad, bad pharma head. * Note: I command the "thinking I" to finish this task next week. Otherwise, I command this "thinking I" to shoot one's self for being an irresponsible bastard.

* I don't know what to do with my reflection paper about pornography except for the fact that I have finalized my first sentence, which is this: "I was nine years old when I first realized that Cinderella has a shaved vagina". Shocking eh? What's more fun is that I'm submitting this to my theology class.

* It's funny how people look flabbergasted when it's their first time to see me dance, disbelief written all over their faces. People, I may be a bespectacled nerd engulfed with all these big books, but when it comes to groovin', I'm up for the challenge y'all. Btw, ARSA qualified for the finals. Woot woot.

Ano pa ba? My net is about to expire so I should end this thing now.

God, I still need to read about 50 pages of DNA information after DNA information that I suddenly want to regress into a fetus, peacefully swimming in my mom's amniotic fluid. Obviously I can't. Life's a bitch, duh. But I had always known this, and I never had any real issues with it. Actually, I have always preferred bitches from goody-goodies.

So where was I again? Oh there. Concurrent synthesis occurs on the leading and lagging strands. Whatever that may mean, it sounds lovely.