Sleep...

It's almost 3 in the morning now but I don't want to sleep yet. Don't get me wrong. I don't have an insomnia or something. I do like sleeping. In fact, I sleep almost 10 hours a day. What I don't like is waking up. Waking up means killing myself from studying again. I have 160 pages of unread criminal procedure readings and 10 pages of statutes to memorize by heart. I don't want to go back to that reality yet.

I Hate Goodbyes

I hate goodbyes. I don't like seeing people leave and I don't like being left behind.

I'm not feeling well...

I'm not feeling well. I think I will be sick. It's just the second day of school and I already feel boiled. I think the "flu" wanted to welcome me back to school. To feel better, I tried reading some articles online and visit some sites that I formerly visit. I don't think that's a good idea now. I feel kinda irritated and depressed because I just read a thread that showcases too much hate for my most favorite person, Jason Castro (the dreadlocked guy who finished 4th on American Idol's Season 7). The thread contains common stereotypes and bashing about how mediocre Jason is. How he can't sing or memorize lyrics but he managed to amass fans because he is handsome. How he lacked the will to win unlike other American Idol Season 7 contestants. Seriously, I want to kick and shoot myself as I was typing this. I should not have opened that thread. It didn't do me good, I felt like puking after reading it. I think it aggravated my cold too. I should've just drank my medicine and sleep! Grr.. No more reading now. I will just sleep and let all of this go. I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, those who hate Jason will realize how talented he really is.

It's Official. I'm Now in Blogspot.

This is my first official post in this site. The archive posts found on the side are all from my previous blog (I just chose my fave entries. If you want to see it all, click here). It is hard for me to part with my old blog, but, because it is flooded with too much ads, I decided to transfer to a new home. Blogspot seems to be promising because my good ole friend Ivy have nothing but pure praises to this site. She's hard to please so I know she won't do the pimping if this site sucks.

Anyway, i'm just disappointed that I can't have the weblog address that I want. Thecharlatan.blogspot.com was already taken by someone named Steve Muller. :( But he hasn't post anything since he signed up on 2005. *Sigh* I guess I can't always get what I want.

Back After A Year

I always wanted to become a lawyer. When I was ten, I told myself that I will do everything I can in order to fulfill that dream. I cling into it until... my first week in law school. I suddenly became confused on why I want to become a lawyer. I even doubted myself if I can really put up to hours of studying. My last post in this blog was dedicated to that confusion.

After a year, I am now back. I can't say i'm bigger and better. I'm just bigger, but not any better than I was last year. However, I am more confident now. I think i'm a survivor. I survived my first year in law school. I survived the constant grilling, the stress, the politics, and most of all, the QPI (it's an average grade you need to have in order to be retained in law school). The good news is, i'm sure I won't stop studying now. Confusion is not on my vocabulary anymore. I know I am going to finish what I started. The bad news is, I will have to put up with terror professors again. I have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning just to memorize codal provisions word for word. I have to read tons of cases which if measured vertically is taller than me. I have to put up with everyday recitations which can make every babbly and chatty person lose his/her courage to speak. But hey, that's life. I can't always get what I want in just a blink of an eye. If I really want something, I need to word hard for it. Life can't be all happy and prosperous everytime. We need obstacles to feel thrilled and problems to feel challenged. I know that because I feel challenged now, I just don't feel thrilled.