His life is a total wreck - He wakes up very early in the morning for a 7am Calculus class. He leaves the dorm he has slowly, secretly, subconsciously loathed only to find out that his vessel to Numberlandia has left him and he has to take the devious and more dangerous path.There he arrives with the wish of a deep and comfy slumber in his eyes.
Thirty minutes into the discussion and he finds himself lost and alienated. He realizes that really dumb people exist - and he is one of them. He painstakingly and carefully endures the discussion even if each topic he doesn't understand makes a dent in his little, fragile, wrinkled (like a raisin) self-esteem.
He feels totally horrible that his "guesting" in HomeBoy and seeing Enchong Dee, Boy Abunda and the cast of Pedro Penduko at ang mga Engkantao the previous night does not cheer him up. He is extremely pissed off for many reasons..
One of them is this: He is running out of cash and his ATM card is in the wallet he lost. Also inside the wallet are the ff:
- his Pisay-Davao alumni ID
- his Math17 classcard
- an old 10-peso bill
- all three of his Form5's (1st Sem, 2nd Sem and Summer)
- and the wallet itself, his memories with it and the sentimental value
Oddly, he somehow feels bad that he did not lose any money, it just reinforces the point that he is incredibly money-less.
Another is this: He dislikes people talking about him and his previous relationship. But certain people do exactly just that.
He is bitter. Damn, he so is. Probably much more bitter than you medicine or ampalaya. But he is sure and very certain, he does not want people to talk about him, he's not Kris Aquino, for god's sake.
Another is this: He feels extremely lonely and alone. Maybe (he is half-wishing) all he needs is an event that could change everything. Or an event that could make him smile for a while. But in my opinion, that's a bit difficult to do because AI tonight won't cheer him up (because he checked the spoilers and it was bad).
The lecturer calls for a 15-minute break and amazingly, his life resumes - he laughs a little, talks a little but whatever he does doesn't change the fact that his life is perfectly miserable -- in every sense of the word.
What seems to be the longest 15 minutes in any universe and dimension comes to an end and the agony begins again. He thinks of clever ways to keep himself awake - like writing his next blog entry in a piece of napkin. He thinks it is very helpful, he is very awake. Then he thinks of the things he ought to do today:
- get the sleep he lost back
- keep himself sane
- keep the world moving
- win a Nobel prize
He has a funny feeling that he'll fail because it might take the rest of the day to do item #1 but he still plans on doing all of them anyway.
His conscience haunts him, he feels guilty so he tries to listen to his professor...
And the conscience fled after 3 minutes. He really should just quit Engineering. But he's just too scared to do that.
There comes silence and he turns introspective, he feels bad that he knows his heart and mind is not in Eng'g but his body and soul is. He sold his soul to the devil in exchange for a little money and "quality education". As he thinks, he is surprised to find he does not have both.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't sell your soul to the devil. (Just a tip: Devils usually disguise themselves as government officials giving scholarships.)
