HUMANE!
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Last published Tue, Nov 24, 2015
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This is my first time to write a story. It's both fact and fiction type. In case you haven't heard of me I'm on the unique side of person ^.^
Am currently 3rd yr.(irregular: biology major in New Era QC), reason behind is depression; dropped 3 majors forlornly got 5 for that misunderstood matter, Never MIND.
This story is all about biochemistry and my thought about the subject-course. Ain't gonna promise this is going to help you but you'll surely have a gist of what a biochemist is. ---and my journal too
WARNING: I'm not good in anything, nor in chemistry neither biology but i have a heart for nature and that sort of things, so i guess I'm particularly knowledgeable enough to satisfy readers.
SO how am i supposed to write something i do not know of?
i used my eyes: I WATCH!!!
ENJOY!
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