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A corporate slave who daydreams every second. Loves anything about travel, food and fashion. Celebrated heart-breaker, and a vicious man-eater. Wishes for winning the lottery and helping out the homeless. Lives in a shoebox and eats stress for lunch. Sharp-tongued and sharp-witted. Radioactive. Do not touch without proper clothing.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Retracing.

 Old post from my old blog.

Coz I ain't got no time anymore to study, dahlin'.

This reminds me: a biggie in-depth quiz on our pathophysiology-turned-nuclear biology class this Saturday is enough to have all my adrenaline pumping out from my ass and saliva oozing out from my ears. This week is hectic, ironically, it's the last week before I take a break from the demands and rigors of my ultra-fabuloso job. (Sans the doggie grin and fake smiles to unwanted doctors). Sad to say though, it's eating up the rest of my Being and I am left somewhere between limbo, hell and hell again. Not to mention the last minute shopping to complete my f*cked up liquidations and go through the inferno that is Greenhills. Thank God I didn't go to Divisoria. I'd be dead by now.

I am actually anticipating what is to come to our uber-cerebral discussion this Saturday. The new prof was great, except that he reminds me of that fashion designer who lost in the last season's local version of Celebrity Duets. (Frederick Peralta, is he?) Ditto, Bing.
Anecdote:
Bing: Shet... wala na akong maintindihan...
Angel: Bakit sis? Dahil English? (harhar!)

Yes.
The professor from Harvard League spoke fluently in a semi-impeccable manner that helped lulled my (OUR) brains to Alpha mode. Add to that the air that was conducive for hugging and kissing and snuggling. Yahaha. Another day in Pathophysiology this Saturday. How many more Saturdays will there be before the term ends? Next year, I won't be enrolling for the Summer anymore. For the simple good reason that I'll be in St. Lukes starting on January 2nd... I wouldn't have time to keep up with my current juggling act then.

Or maybe, I won't enroll anymore in this school... The only reason why I'm staying is because of the few good teachers left who still have that zest for educating us, their srudents, properly AND the friends I've come to love. I always look forward to hanging out with you, guys... but sometimes, even the brightest Shakespeare can never create another prodigy of a literature if there's no more rhyme.

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