Just finished working on my case digests for Torts & Damages class and reading up for Tax class tomorrow so I’m having some really precious downtime right now. With this opportunity in hand, I thought it best to get this blog back on track and update you with the things I’m currently working on and things yet to do.

The week of finals has finally passed and I have a full two weeks to enjoy myself, to get back to the basics of existence and take care of matters that I have neglected during the semester. There’s those activities that I haven’t been able to go to. There’s the beach and swimming and going out with friends (reluctantly) neglected because of academic pursuits. There’s also those family duties that my parents have waived but will necessarily return because of the vacation like driving mom to the grocery or palengke and eating a meal together.

But why not?! We are finite beings, with a definite lifespan. We will all die someday. We have to make the most of what is given us in this life and make sure that we don’t miss out on the whole point of being gifted with life: living. Living in the sense that we are not bound by fears of rejection, of insult, of prejudice, of judgments. Living means having the full degrees of freedom that come with life, of moving back and forth throughout the earth searching for something or someone that brings us meaning, purpose, and direction.

Ever felt that feeling where you’ve forgotten where your stomach is actually located because its been jumping up and down because of excitement? Ever felt like your balls have magically been transported to your throat and you just want to sob out loud at the near-orgasmic tremors rippling through your body? Well, thats probably the best way I can describe how I’m feeling right now. I’m giddy. Einstein and Godel were wrong. I have just traveled back through time and re-transformed into a high school kid again. Of course, after being an unfortunate long-time reader of this blog, you may think me as a perpetual high school kid already.

I am at the veritable bursting point of information overload. Imagine having read legal material over a foot thick in a span of four months! And if you think that’s bad, its getting even worse as the days go by. I expect to add another one or two inches to that pile in the last three weeks of this semester.

I am tired. This past week has left me downright exhausted and its not even over yet. In the past five days I have read through more than a hundred pages of Luis Reyes’ book, The Revised Penal Code. In the past five days, I have read through and digested thirty-one cases in Statutory Construction and Persons & Family Relations. In the past five days I have barely slept over six hours a day.

I got caught entering a one way road this morning by one of the MMDA officers. The road sign said that it was a two-way street. Lo and behold, when I looked at it again after I was caught, it was only open to two-way traffic at certain times and that I was well outside that time period. I had nothing to defend myself with.

Whip me, beat me up, scream in my ear, and spit on my face. Yes, it is way too early to be talking about sentimental stuff again. “Shit man, it’s four in the morning!” you might be saying right now. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Well, existentially, I can. However, I will refuse to do so for now. I just miss her, that’s all. She sent me this message last year:

Another week has gone by. Didn’t have classes last Tuesday and Wednesday due to some typhoon. It’s always a treat to have classes canceled because of the rain not so much because of the cancellation of class but more because of the rain. Rainy days always have the effect of putting me in reminiscing mode. It has me thinking about the childhood I spent sitting on the window sill watching raindrops fall from the sky. I would imagine that thunder was caused by a train getting derailed. Yes, weird as it may sound, that was what it sounded like to me. Must have been something I watched on TV. Anyway, I digress again.

Been bouncing around the net for the better half of the day and it makes me wonder what kids are up to these days. (Yes, I sound and feel old just by using that term “kids”). Aside from that infernal game Ragnarok, I noticed that some people list eating and sleeping as interest. What the hell is up with that? There used to be a time when kids had proper hobbies and interests like collecting stamps or building model airplanes. I guess that in these times when things go buy so quickly, kids (there’s that term again) are relegated to referring to normal bodily functions as hobbies or interests.