It has been eternity in law school (2 weeks actually, but really, you start to feel its perpetual) . 2 singkos down the bin. I can't believe I'm just so out of luck every time i get called for recits. It's just like what they say. They assign 20 cases for the day in that subject, you read 19 and you get called to recite on the twentieth. major fucker! :( And guess what? I 've been working my ass off. I've been reading till my last bit of understanding leaves me out of grogginess...

ARRRHHHGGGGHHHHHH!

they give you some three-inch thick of hard-reads and expect you to finish that in one night. oh well. i guess its just me and my lame excuses. it CAN be done i know it. i just haven't got the right tools and techniques up my sleeve.

So here i am, in this dorm room, taking a ten minute break form reading about voidable marriages and cases related to it, hoping that time and luck would be kind to me. Could you believe that?! I never, NEVER relied on luck nor believed in it. Study begets good grades. That was always the drill. But these days im sorta irritated cuz im realizing there's space for that.I nevr get called when im armed to teeth. i hate it. as it goes, people just tend to think you're just someone at the bottom of the foodchain: ignored, underestimated, and whatever.

I have to get this right, and get this right NOW. (self-pressure, hehe) Sometimes i just think its the disadvantage of expectign much out of myself. I always try to aim higher than i could shoot. sometimes, it become s emotionally (and socially, by defualt) debilitating. then again, it DRIVES me, and a drive lost will get me stranded in nowhere. so i've decided not to get rid of it. NEVERMIND that i get annoyed of myself (and feel idiotic from time to time).

So this ranting has been a frivolous waste of time ain't it? but hey. its therapy... i guess. i write like mad, yes. but you know, it just makes you a bit saner in the end. ^__^

***i'm not so frustrated after all. better get back to work. TATA!***