So I'm a nerd. At least nerds are smart. :>

Ever since I was in kindergarten, I've been fascinated by science. I've always wanted to be a scientist. I had this crazy inkling that I will discover something revolutionary. I had this make-believe laboratory where I concote the future of the future and I believed it with all my heart.

My heart pounds when I hear/watch/read(?!?? seriously?!) anything related to particle and theoretical physics and astronomy. It's just sooooo beautiful and too poetic.

But just the thought of uber thick books shoo these reveries away. Haha! Pfft! I have always believed that I am superwoman and I can do a gazillion things and actually succeed at them. How ironic is wanting to explore and unravel the secrets of the universe when I don't believe that I am but an infinitesimal speck in this endless universe.

This could pass as a sci10 suck-up paper. Haha! I hope you're reading this Ms. Unson. :)

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What if what ifs are nothing but what ifs?

What-ifs only present one possibility. The one the conceiver of the thought desires. Well at least in his/her alternate reality. It's so wickedly deceiving that it messes up with the conceiver's perception of reality. NOT COOL.

The remedy? Just sleep it off and maybe you'll dream a little dream of me. Labo! K. Bye! :|

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