I wake up at 8 in the morning from a maximum 5 (to 6, if not that busy) hour sleep. wheni ignore the irritating beeping of my phone, I wake up at 10, with guilt eating me up. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and put out all the necessary reading materials, almost two-thirds of which are stil pending to be entertained, plus my reliable superflourescent neon hi-lighter, a dermatograph and another orange regular hi-lighter. I then start to read; first the book, then the 'golden notes', as they claim it, then the overwhelming pile of cases, from 1920's when our humble Republic was still in the possession of the raging Union, 'til the present time, when Ours is still in the interests of the Almighty. After reading, I make notes, for each subject and for each case in each subject. and then i read again. I read the cases i think are too complicatedly written. and then i read the Authority of it all, compiled in one small thick book which we call the codal (some regard it as the bible). after reading, i memorize. read and memorize. read, read and memorize. memorize.. pause.. deliver what has been memorized, and if memory betrays me, i read again. note that the first reading is merely an acquaintance of the texts. it is in the second, sometimes third reading that my brain takes cognizance of the logic behind the texts.

I then go to my second home, my school. It is only at this point that my stress begins. first because of the proximity of my house and my school, which brings us to the difficulty of hailing a ride (note that my definition of ride is only limited to an fx metered taxi. i don't really care if it's registered in ltfrb/lto or if its colorum, nor do i care about its capacity to provide for a conducive travel). and third, because of congestion. you see, my time is more precious than gold, and even a second matters to me. i need to get to my sanctuary as soon as possible to start reading again.

I then arrive at school at around 2pm. mr. stress meets up with me again the moment i set foot in the university. you see, i do not patron my school much. forgive the pride, but i favor more the University prior to the current one (another blog entry is needed to explain the disparity). anyhow, the undergrads are excruciatingly noisy and loud. for an individual who is in dire need of sleep and depends so much on caffeine and toxicity to keep him awake and alive, who is always in a rush to do things, even on matters of rest, eat and sleep, a little place called solitude gives us a euphoric feeling, which is evidently wanting in the university.

i then grope towards the library. due to overpopulation in our university or rather due to the annual construction of buildings, which lessens the breathing space of students, faculty members, admin staff and guests, i have to grope my way towards the library. once inside, i again read until 30 minutes before classes (hell) start. this is where i stop to read my books, cases and notes, but start to read the minds of the professors who play god to us and treat us like we were so ignorant with everything we say.

my classes usually end at 9 in the evening. my friends and i try to forget just for a while the still overwhelming pile of cases at home by taking our dinner. after, say 30 minutes, we go home. mr. stress does not go his separate way. we meet again through the difficulty of finding a ride, this time, be it an fx, bus, or cab (im still not considering jeepneys). sometimes, it takes me 40 to 60 minutes before i can ride one.

i get home, the earliest, at 10, the latest at 11. i rest, fix myself, put out all the necessary reading materials, almost one half of which are stil pending to be entertained, plus my reliable superflourescent neon hi-lighter, a dermatograph and another orange regular hi-lighter. i then start to read again.

i sleep between 2 to 3 in the morning. i wake up at 9, and i read again...

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