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Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. It's happening again. It's that confusing time of the semester when you're so extremely close to the end but not quite there yet, and you still have the energy to study some more but it's becoming increasingly more difficult to pack any more knowledge into your goddamn summer-soaked brain. What little room in there that you had reserved for thesis statements and formulas and stupid philosophical statements is now slowly filling up with thoughts of seawater, sand castles, and cities that start with the letter B (Batangas, Boracay... Seriously guys, there are other vacation spots out there !). Yes. It's that time of the year. My next (and last) exam is happening on Thursday, which means I have one and a half days to prepare for it.  So now I'm looking at my notes and trying to read them, and I'm telling myself, "It's just a review of what you already know!" But in my mind, no more gears are shifting. No more whee...

       Hello blogdom! I'm back, after a long, lazy hiatus. Finals week was crazy, but you don't really need to know about the gory details of my Math and Chemistry exams. However, this might be more interesting to you:         Dear friends, may I present to you Eng/Lit M02, my English block, with our teacher, the elusive Mr. Max Pulan. This was taken after our rendition of Nick Joaquin's, "Portrait of an Artist as Filipino," and it was the very last thing I did as an official freshman. It was perfect too, because our play was held at the end of the day at the end of the week at the end of Belarmine hall. And the weather was cold. And the people were wonderful. I couldn't have asked for a better way to end my freshman year. . . .     I got home last Saturday, and ever since then I've been doing nothing but fermenting on my bed on the Internetz. Sorry about the delay in posting; I rekindled my love affair with Tetris Battle...

      Lesson learned: drinking coffee the night before a 7:30 exam = bad idea. I can't sleep na hinuon. Yeah. Little bits of Bisaya have been finding their way into my conversations lately. "It's like this man gud." Maybe it's because I've been thinking so much in Bisaya ever since I wrote my paper about language last Saturday.       You heard me. I actually did some work over the weekend, because I knew I wouldn't have time to write during finals week. Hooray for productivity, right? :)       WRONG. The deadline got moved to AFTER the finals. :| Ohhhhh as flies to wanton boys we are to the Gods of Deadline!      Right. Anyway. Chem exam is later, 7:30 AM. That's six hours from now, but the caffeine in my system refuses to let me rest. So here I am, online. (MY BRAIN IS FULLY SATURATED I CAN'T LEARN ANY MORE CHEMISTRY)     . . .      I can't believe I'm going home this week...