Monday, June 19, 2006
19th of June, 2006145th [?] Birthday of a national hero
Thoughts come and go swiftly, like a butterfly. One moment there, another moment gone.
I've got my work cut out for me, when it comes to galvanizing my memory, which has been undergoing erosion recently. I've been forgetting recent thoughts, though ironically remembering the oldest of my memoirs. I can still remember father's pasalubong ten years ago when he came home from Singapore, but I have forgotten those flashes of insight that have occured just a few hours ago. Memory is an enigmatic concept, and the mind continues to mystify me completely.
Still, I have to somehow immortalize with digital loving all my thoughts before the erratic capabilities of memory become manifest. I can still recall few moments and insights...
I gave up my usual habits of internet surfing, TV watching and card playing just for the sake of lucubrating Labor yesterday. And then I did the same anew, trying to cram all the rush of information inside an already cluttered head, which led to my inability to absorb all the knowledge needed. My heart was already beating because of nervousness, and I was breathing in gasps, trying to gather myself, waiting for the unknown, even feeling that maybe I am not cut for law school.
But the kicker is the fact that the recitation in Labor was a review of the lessons from last sem. Thankfully I was spared, vowing to make a reviewer and to study more laboriously. However when I think about it anew, what is enough in law? Sometimes, it's just all about luck. I can study all I want, burn my midnight oil and let it all out, but the articles and provisions appear to be limitless. Sir DJ can ask anything, anywhere, anytime. And that unpredictability sends tremors to the rest of the class, alas, the fear of the unknown. You just have to be lucky, and think "come what may." It's just one of the circumstances that are beyond my grasp. What is meant to be will happen. C'est la vie. I dodged the axe today, and maybe that's for the best.
The thought of Oblicon occurs like a stroke of genius. Now what do I do?
Cram mode all over again I see. I never learn, but what can you do when the schedule is as hellish as this one?
All that aside, I can feel ineffability, complexity and all the bamboozled mixtures crashing into my canvas, abstracted, and unfolding all beyond my limited grasp.
Nevertheless, the ennui continues at 9:57 AM
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