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7:35am and I’m at the office.

I woke up around 6pm… yesterday!

My body-clock is completely screwed up.

That brewed coffee at Starbucks last night is definitely not helping.

I was at Starbucks, Katipunan last night with Brandie. I was brainstorming for my ad and he was brainstorming for his ad. We spent most of the time looking the pretty college girls.

There was this group in front of us. Had their laptops and mini-deskjet printers and Xeroxed reading materials. Makes you wonder what the heck they could be doing considering classes just started.

Back in my day (and I’m starting to sound like an old man at the age of 28) we didn’t have Starbucks or laptops. We had to do our study groups at McDo and subsist on their brewed coffee in styro-cups and soggy fries! We had to haul their entire PC to school and print out our reports on dot-matrix printers! Bah!

Geez, I’m too bitter for a 28-year old.

I txtd some office mates where I was and how it would be great to go back to college.

Nessa txtd me a story about how Fr. Roque Ferriols, who is an institution in the Philosophy department, finally bought a cellphone.

Rachel txtd me that we should go back to college and take up a second degree. Which is a pretty good idea, since I attempted the same trick of staying in school by taking my Masters and just died. After one semester, I quit and became a “freelance bum”.


I’m drinking another tall cup of Starbucks’ brewed coffee. I should really be working on this headline.

More later.


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