they're still butchering the pig

it has been one hour already, and my porkchop is still not with me. my pyloric sphincter is threatening a revolution.

anyway.. continuing my ritual of writing nonsense before embarking in something that makes sense (and a very difficult sense, for that matter.. read: fucking CHICK EMBRYO), i will rant.

this week will go down in my memory lane as one of the worse, if not, the worst. no, i am not lying. and gosh, i am certainly not saying this to fish for consolatory compliments. when i say this week has been a blithering mess, i mean every word of it, in all its denotations and nuances.

this week brought me down to my knees. it made me realize that some things in life are best left uncrammed, and that diligence should not depend on what mood i am in. this week also taught me one practical lesson (although it's too bad that i have learned it too late):
reading the embryology textbook is useless. HAHA.

maybe it's about time that i live up to whatever is expected of me. i can complain all i want, and say that all these high expectations are unfair, but maybe all these hoo-ha really have a basis.


* apologies to mr. hernandez for dragging his ass way down here in xocolat. i know you would rather do a gazillion of things other than this. thanks for the company! haha...