I just suck as hell when it comes to forms and papers and other adult stuff. Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore and I have both agreed when we got into the same fellowship program that there couldn’t have been a worse combination when it comes to making asikaso stuff. We should have been joined by JD-Lu, Djana, BL, or any other batch mate, so we could just lie down and wait for already filled-up forms that would just need our signatures. But it has to be us, so we take turns doing these adult stuff with much high-degree whining.

It just dawned on me that the medical boards are coming, what with all coffee shops being populated by people frantically trying to memorize all sorts of things. The most toxic thing about the medical boards for me, however, would still have to be the PRC application. Of course I’ve waited until it was near deadline, so in the middle of the rain I traveled all the way from the province to PRC, only to be turned down immediately. They wouldn’t honor my birth certificate, because I’ve brought my original punit-punit birth certificate which my mom has searched for in some baul, but apparently you have to bring that shiny yellow thing you order from some agency or something. I went home crying ie, umuwi akong luhaan. In the rain. Drama as fuck.

This sort of stress, of course, is just the sort of excuse we need to do crazy, self-indulgent things. I stopped by Glorietta, bought an action figure and boatloads of comic books, and ate a giant Subway sandwich with so much gulay. Subway sandwich with so much gulay. Mmmmmmmmm. Someone bring Subway to Rob.