congratulating kerwin

ker's graduation is not until friday, but i might as well congratulate him now lest time deprive me of an opportunity to do so in three days.

but how else can one phrase congratulations? how else can one express pride and joy when someone you know graduates to be practically number one in his class? how can one begin to explain how it is as if i, and not he, is the person marching down the aisle and up the stage to receive the hard-earned and well-deserved award?

is it enough to just continue being the best and true friend that i am, by having his back all the time, no questions asked? is it enough to just help him show the world his worth and thereafter defend him whenever the world loses worth? is it enough to just be with him not because of convenience but because of true friendship and trust?

enough? i honestly don't know.
is it, ker?

surviving suicide

relief is always sweeter when actually enjoyed after a great ordeal. no, there wasn't voluntary recitation. no, it wasn't a free cut. but it definitely was a damage-free tax class. although i've undergone one of the longest and most stressful two-hour tax class ever, the thought that i emerged unscathed after charging into battle with no arms at hand is absolutely worth celebrating. my gut-feel has proven itself reliable once more. i have survived suicide.

committing academic suicide

tax has always been feared in the law school. that's because it involves numbers. and numbers don't always sit well with most future lawyers.

well, not me. numbers are my own heaven. the very mention of these in any of my law subjects stirs in me a clamour long subdued by repression and depression. its appreciation comes naturally to me.

but not today.

i have a tax class barely two hours from now. and what am i doing? blogging. mainly it's because i am in a mood wherein studying is not a very affable option. this is the mood i'm usually in whenever a free cut or a voluntary recit is on its way. and i hope it's true today. because i haven't studied one bit.

if there will ever be anytime when my gut feeling is mistaken, i hope it is not now.

please, not now, not today.

seeing a new skin

now this is exciting.
perfect color -- very lawyerly
perfect font -- classic
perfect blogger -- me

what more can any reader ask for? hehe...