believing in the power of rest

just when i thought things are once again turninga bit sour as presure piles higher every time i move deeper in this law school indeavor, life, once again, proves itself to be continuously rocking.

i dont know, maybe going through everything i have been through in the past two years i have slowly learned that life glitters at every simple shiny object it stumbles upon.

a tranquil fx ride home in a stormy evening; an LRT ride to cubao nightly after a day of reading, memorizing, digesting, and a night of "thank-you-sit-down's"; telephone conversation; a simple message of hi; few moments like this in front of this computer, surfing even if tomorrow is another day of recit; sunshine...

too many things that hinder me to stop and see how mornings start with a dew instead of an axe of "bokya" looming on my head; that night times are are spent with city lights i have grown to adore since i was a kid instead of mulling ang sulkin gover the wrong answer i have given in the few minutes of shame or fame that highly affects the outcome of the rest of my life. yet too many things keep reminding me that it aint cool to breeze thoroughly through a lonely buzzway. you gotta have the traffic to keep the thrill alive.

life rocks