Hangovers.....

Since we had no Property today, Garry,Ia,Vince and I decided to go to Malate last night to celebrate the fact that Midterms are almost over. To celebrate, we did probably one thing most law students love doing, drinking and having a blast.

I also finally had the chance to indulge in the one think I have been craving for these past months, smoke a fine cigar, while downing a beer. Yup, I may not smoke cigarettes but I love cigars, makes me feel like a mafioso. Aside from increasing my chances of getting cancer (liver or lung...) I had fun sharing jokes, hearing and sharing some revelations (I blame the alcohol).

I just love moments where I do not have to think about my studies, such moments when the stress that I face each day at school, seems to melt away. This happens whenever I have the chance to unwind with friends, be it in a bar or coffee house or mall, or nice family get togethers be it over dinner or on the occasions when we watch a movie together.

As I return to reality, I can only hope that one day, all that stress will payoff...

(I have this nagging hangover now, but I do not care...it is but a small price to pay for having a great time... just like the caffiene crash you get after a nice cup of coffee over a great conversation...)

A Question of Time

Being the geek that I am(although some people insist on using nerd....) I enjoy reading about new discoveries in the field of science , most especially in the fields of technology and Physics. Just a few minutes ago i read an article on the possibility of time travel and how they could possibly achieve it with a new theory. I will not elaborate on the theory nor on the actual possibility of time travel.


One thing I would like to focus on right now, given that time travel is possible, what would you do with such technology? Would you use it to alter moments in your life? Would you visit moments in history to witness such events first hand?

If you ask me, right now I am tempted to go back in time and change several things in my life; for one I would go back in time to a point wherein my Dad's cancer could be treated, so that he would still be physically present in my life right now.
I would also go back in time to take the risks I did not take, like taking the chance of fighting for a relationship that I gave up too early on.
I would also go back in time to take the time to be with my lola, who in the last years of her life I at times took for granted.
I would also like to travel into the future and hopefully find a cure for the 'disorder' that I suffer from(I will write about it sometime...)

There are more things that I would like to change in my life. But I know that my life right now is what it is, and I will have to learn to accept that these past experiences were in lessons that I will have to learn from... I may know these lessons cognitively, but if only I can accept them affectively...

Falling into Insanity, and Getting back Up

Ah yes, in just a few days it will be midterms week. I continue to ask myself, where the hell did the term go? We are already halfway through? (Hmmm, that is just the GP version of what goes through my mind.)

Yes indeed, midterm exams can be a perfect way to be kicked in the... making you realize that time flies by so fast.

A few days ago, I entered into what I call pre-midterm week blues, right now I am slowly entering into a state of dementia, further fueled by my daily dose of caffeine from coffee plus a dose of Red Bull.

In a few days time, if you would happen to see me, do not run away in fear if I look like someone from 28 Days/Weeks Later...That is what midterm exams do to me.

(Aside from my body building up an immunity to Red Bull..)

On a little serious note, I just found out that my uncle died of a stroke just last night. I was not exactly close to him, but for the few times that I did get to talk to Tito Bilog, such were very funny moments. He was kind, and was definitely a good person, he loved landscaping. I bring this up because I realized, time does go by so fast, and we never know when our time here ends.

In the midst of all the panic that midterms, work and yes, life brings, may we all learn to live.

Take care, God Bless!

A story i once read; this is the way i remember it.

There was once a mystic who was known for his amazing ability to fast for days. In the heavens shown a bright star as a sign of God's approval.

One day, he decided to go on a pilgrimage, a little girl asked him if she could accompany him, he told her that she could accompany him. The path to the pilgrimage site was extremely difficult, and soon the little girl was obviuosly thirsty, however she would refuse to drink whenever the mystic would ask her to do so. Soon enough, the girl was extremely dehydrated; the mystic pleaded for her to drink, she said she would, but only if the mystic would take a drink himself. As difficult as it was for him to break his fast, he decided to drink so that the little girl would do so too.

For almost the rest of the journey, he could not bare to look up into the sky, fearing that the star would no longer be there; however, when he did, he was surprised to see two stars,where there was once one...

Love in the time of Death (revised)

I may joke about it often; about me dying, often in the form of a question: “Iiyak ka ba kung namatay ako?” But with all honesty, I am afraid of dying. The fear, I have come to realize, is somewhat rooted on the uncertainty that surrounds death. The afterlife is something that seems too grand to be a reality if you look at it from certain perspectives: truth be told, the most logical thing to conclude is that when we die, that is the end of the story…

My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 Liver Cancer on April 16, 2001, he died May 31, 2001, a month and a half after. Prior to the month and a half before his death, I do not remember any instance where my dad showed any fear of death.

Now that I think about it, he was able to find courage to face death with the help of my of my mom. He got through the pain of cancer the dread of death, because I know that my mom's love for my dad gave him the strength to endure all the pain.

As of now, I may not be as lucky as my dad was, as to have experienced such love in his life here; but I do know that one day I may experience such.

In the end it is love that has the power to defeat death, though not in a physical level, but in a metaphysical one. True Love transcends; that is the very power of love, most especially in the time of death; it has the power to transcend it, it has the power to destroy the dread that death brings, it has the power to give hope, it has the power to make you realize that the spirit carries on.

In a world that tells us that love is not enough, that to be great we have to accomplish so many things; my answer is that realize that in the end, in our own moments of dying, the true measure of all things is how much we have loved, and we find strength in the people who love us...

I know that now, and one day I hope to feel it too…

Sakit...

After receiving the text from Darwin that classes were suspended; I immediately went home and spent almost the entire day sick in bed. Aside from trying to beat the top score in Text Twist (game in my palm Tungsten...) the only way I could possibly keep my mind of the pain was to sleep, I was able to do the latter, but unfortunately I am still trying to do the former.

I was only able to read my assignment for Property around 800, up to 1130. (Either the Advil is working, I am well, or maybe both).

I remember that as a kid, I enjoyed getting sick since it meant that I did not have to go to school, and that I could eat anything I wanted; one of the things I would always request was a take-home order of Kamameshi Chicken Rice,Tofu and Quail eggs; or Ma Mun Lok Mami, Siopao and Siomai. At that time, I was oblivious of the pain that flu brings.

However, right now, I wonder why I ever enjoyed getting sick. In fact, I hate getting sick...

I guess that as kids, we had to face less consequences whenever we would miss a few days due to illness; however as adults, we tend to face heavier consequences that result from sick days.

How I wish I had Wolverine's power...

Well, to be more realistic, I hope that I stay healthy for at least 3 weeks; midterms na...

Aral ka pa...

Words that came from my teacher in Criminal Procedure just this evening, after handing me my my prelim exam with a grade of 73 :(... Yup I failed, and failing sucks bigtime, and this was an exam i thought I would pass, I can only imagine what I would get in the exams I was not too confdent about.

This sucks, I am such a choker, when it comes to things that will really prove my worth, I always bomb big time...

Well, may midterms pa naman...(and finals...)

Wait and see...