the world is a blur. and most of the time, i come and go like one through the ticking of the clock. not that i'm complaining. there is time. but most of the time, not enough of it to suit my taste. so i compromise. i cut short my sleeping hours. and i also multitask as best as i could: i recall my lesson or listen to a podcast as i commute to school, i try to get some shut eye in the not too comfortable fx ride from school to work, and i try to fix schedules while i work. my weekends are flooded with schedules and if i happen to be free, i cannot forget the class' pile of papers that do nothing but just that: pile up.

there are those that are there whether you come and go. there are others who you only chance upon once you come and go. and there are those that never seem to chance upon you because you come and go. to the first i'm more than grateful, to the second delighted and to the third, saddened.
pura tonteria, pura sabiduria