Faking saturday.

As usual, in bed in the afternoon, trying to write about something pretty. Blues blast from tiny speakers, spreading through walls and surfaces, reaching even my insides, twisting what's left what with lunchless school days making giant sudoku puzzles and memorising alien Chem concepts. My gaga doesn't stop there. Cramming does not rule out loved majors and equally loved Physics. It hits me school is far from being over. It hits me it's a Wednesday.

I want to think it's not me to complain about exams and, uh, exams non-stop. That is another post to make not now, maybe when another school year starts. Let me want right now more Tuesdays. Those I look forward to with a bit of dread because the Saturdays before went just how today is going. More mornings dragging sneakers on pavement, looking where to squeeze the self in while time plays around 9:00. More homeworks to do just hours before class, pushing morning rituals thirty or more minutes later than usual. (Ta's titingnan lang pala ni Sir Balma kung mahaba! Ha, ha!) More chats before first class while trying to read recent lessons.

More lunch breaks used in much advantage other than to eat. More of them just so planned lunch at somewhere farther than where the last was or at Rodic's or Jollibee can push through. More afternoons in front of Physics pav, taking five minutes to decide where to eat or to send and receive messages of the same question - "Yo, sabay ka? Where to lunch?" More thirty minutes to laze around before next class starts.

More school days. (Okaye, let's laugh for a minute at that thought.) More "fun days" to talk about mobius strips and theorems on hairy balls and what have you. Or tetrapacks. Or life stories of profs. Or angles from sun rays at which you should look to see a rainbow. More time to know about dark matter and anti-electron neutrinos! (Sooobrang natuwa talaga 'ko rito!) More Chem hate moments. Ha, ha! ("Chemistry is the central science." "Weh, Math is everything!") One more meeting to party with Comm 3 class!

All this is just as usual, actually. Writing through stomach aches and reviews and memories of another ending sem. Those last couple of words, I'll probably never be too familiar with.