Well, not really. Law school is a long long long long LOOOOOONG journey into hell. Hehe! One thing leads to another and after finishing one thing, one gets like a minute to breathe and then dive on into the next thing. I just finished editing my part of the Transpo midterm paper, so now I'm indulging myself in leisure writing. Like I told a friend of mine a few months ago, if I weren't in law school, I'd probably either be slaving over papers in some Manila office, or pursuing my lifelong dream of writing. I mean really writing.
Anyway, I'm off to Monday-Wednesday land again in a few minutes. Nego and PIL. Gawd. It really never ends. I hate those two subjects, I swear to God!!!
In any case, we had our last formal lesson in Succession earlier today. The next few meetings, we'll be dividing estates like there's no tomorrow. Not that I'm complaining. The only qualm I have about Succession is that I might not live up to Danny Con's standards. I like the subject, I LOVE the professor (well, for now that we haven't taken our finals and the grades haven't been released yet anyway!). I swear, if I'm ever able to master anything like Danny Con, I'll be forever thankful to my lucky stars.
Incidentally, malamig ata dito ngayon. I think God loves me today. Hehe! I didn't do anything bad kasi today. Well, at least I don't think so...
I think I need a beer to reward myself. Hmm... Who do I text? =p Haha! No f-ing way 'no. I promised myself I wouldn't. So I'm not going to.
On another note, Mario lost his phone daw today, according to Karen... Sad... Wawa naman.
Oh, I saw A.R. today. Buti pa siya, pumapayat. Hmph. Kainis. I haven't seen those guys for a pretty long time na. Chi, Ngangi and I had ice cream with J.P. a few nights ago though. It was fun. =)
Hay. So there. Back to work...
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
And the inevitable obscure flower.
Somebody please remind me what this is again... Still from our Antipolo thing. =)Anyway, back to Transpo midterms...
And now, meet the moon...
Love the trees in the lower right corner. This was taken our first night in Antipolo, after a late night swimming party.
Ahh, sunsets...
We took these pictures a few days before grad when we went to Antipolo with the rest of our batchmates from Eliazo for one last hurrah before heading off to the real world... Pretty, innit? I love sunsets... (If it isn't already obvious.)
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Ack.
CAVEAT: If you value your life and/or your sanity, stay away from me for the next couple of days please. No kidding. See details below.
Dude! What's up with the hormones?!!! Blech. Awful awful awful. I've been hiding from the world in general for the past 2 days, as I've basically been on the verge of committing mass murder. I'm still hormonal today, but I have to get started on our Transpo midterm, so I'm working alone today. If I so much as open my mouth, I swear to God, I'll get into a bloody catfight or something.
I swear to God, the world is against me. Was I really all that evil in my past life / lives? Maybe I'm Nero or Hitler reincarnated. Or Jack the Ripper maybe. Aw shucks. No lucky stars to thank here. And the girl sitting next to me is going psycho. Hey, at least I keep it to myself. =p
I think I'm going to kill the bitch. Grrr... Pwede ba?!!! People really should NOT break into song in public.
Dude! What's up with the hormones?!!! Blech. Awful awful awful. I've been hiding from the world in general for the past 2 days, as I've basically been on the verge of committing mass murder. I'm still hormonal today, but I have to get started on our Transpo midterm, so I'm working alone today. If I so much as open my mouth, I swear to God, I'll get into a bloody catfight or something.
I swear to God, the world is against me. Was I really all that evil in my past life / lives? Maybe I'm Nero or Hitler reincarnated. Or Jack the Ripper maybe. Aw shucks. No lucky stars to thank here. And the girl sitting next to me is going psycho. Hey, at least I keep it to myself. =p
I think I'm going to kill the bitch. Grrr... Pwede ba?!!! People really should NOT break into song in public.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Weird but amusing
Whoa. Someone's been searching for my name sa Google. Now THAT's weird. Oh, and someone anonymous guy sent me an email. Didn't leave his name though. So I don't know if it was someone I know or just someone.
In any case, I got back from school like an hour ago. We had Tax 1 with Jude Ocampo. It was a good class, that one, compared to the past sessions we've had. Mario was called again. Guess recit's back to zero nga talaga. Clean slate. Tabula rasa. I could go on and on.
I almost got called too. See, I transferred to another seat (same row) because some grand A-HOLE messed up my place. What a grand disgusting mess too. He/She (but I'm assuming it was a guy) left a humongous sticky stripe that went diagonally across my space. Ewww!!! I wasn't going to clean THAT up. Malay ko ba kung ano yun. So anyway, Sir was calling yata this girl who's not from our block, Ms. Reyes or someone. I'm guessing SHE's the one who was supposed to be sitting in the seat I usurped. Eh he was looking in my direction. I was like, uh, what, that's not me, am I supposed to recite? So the issue now is, what determines being called for recitation, (1) the professor's looking in your direction expecting you to recite, OR (2) the professor's calling your name. In my case, neither. I just sat there with eyes big as saucers trying to decide whether or no to recite. My blockmates, after about two seconds of wondering who Ms. Reyes was, told JBO that she was absent.
Oh yeah, Jen, Chi, P.Y. and I went over to that place near Capitol where we're having our Winlaw acquaintance party. =) It's pretty nice. We're all meeting on Monday for Barops arrangements and acquaintance party stuff. (As the Winlaw VP for Finance, may I just exclaim a million grand OUCHes!!! Magtipid kayo!!! =p)
So there. I have one day for self-actualization (Harhar! What a word!) then it's back to work for that godawful Nego on Monday. Yech.
In any case, I got back from school like an hour ago. We had Tax 1 with Jude Ocampo. It was a good class, that one, compared to the past sessions we've had. Mario was called again. Guess recit's back to zero nga talaga. Clean slate. Tabula rasa. I could go on and on.
I almost got called too. See, I transferred to another seat (same row) because some grand A-HOLE messed up my place. What a grand disgusting mess too. He/She (but I'm assuming it was a guy) left a humongous sticky stripe that went diagonally across my space. Ewww!!! I wasn't going to clean THAT up. Malay ko ba kung ano yun. So anyway, Sir was calling yata this girl who's not from our block, Ms. Reyes or someone. I'm guessing SHE's the one who was supposed to be sitting in the seat I usurped. Eh he was looking in my direction. I was like, uh, what, that's not me, am I supposed to recite? So the issue now is, what determines being called for recitation, (1) the professor's looking in your direction expecting you to recite, OR (2) the professor's calling your name. In my case, neither. I just sat there with eyes big as saucers trying to decide whether or no to recite. My blockmates, after about two seconds of wondering who Ms. Reyes was, told JBO that she was absent.
Oh yeah, Jen, Chi, P.Y. and I went over to that place near Capitol where we're having our Winlaw acquaintance party. =) It's pretty nice. We're all meeting on Monday for Barops arrangements and acquaintance party stuff. (As the Winlaw VP for Finance, may I just exclaim a million grand OUCHes!!! Magtipid kayo!!! =p)
So there. I have one day for self-actualization (Harhar! What a word!) then it's back to work for that godawful Nego on Monday. Yech.
Speaking of random
I previously posted an entry with the words "I just want to roll over and die." And there were like a dozen hits from Google or other searches. You'd be amazed at how many people search for those words. I don't know if I'm missing out on some pop culture thing here or people are just turning suicidal.
Event #1: It's never going to happen.
Event #2: It COULD happen, but I'm willing it not to.
Event #3: Oh gawd. Bound to happen. I'm set on the express lane shortcut there.
Anyhoo...
Maybe alternate universes do exist. Lately, I've been hearing things about me even I didn't know: things I allegedly said/didn't say, did/didn't do... It's so surreal... Not nice though, but hilarious in a peculiar sort of way. The world has gone haywire on me again.
Or maybe I've gone bonkers... Hmmm... Nah. I don't think so.
In any case, I recently discovered the song that best describes my aspirations in life. Hehe! More like my present state of mind: Wake me up when September ends (Green Day). Then I'll resurrect to wreck the world again. Harharhar! Hay. Right now, it's just driving me insane. I'm right on the very edge of sanity here with all this going on all at the same time. Man! Gimme a break, willya?!! I'd rather have boredom than this. Well, not really. But you get the point.
Event #1: It's never going to happen.
Event #2: It COULD happen, but I'm willing it not to.
Event #3: Oh gawd. Bound to happen. I'm set on the express lane shortcut there.
Anyhoo...
Maybe alternate universes do exist. Lately, I've been hearing things about me even I didn't know: things I allegedly said/didn't say, did/didn't do... It's so surreal... Not nice though, but hilarious in a peculiar sort of way. The world has gone haywire on me again.
Or maybe I've gone bonkers... Hmmm... Nah. I don't think so.
In any case, I recently discovered the song that best describes my aspirations in life. Hehe! More like my present state of mind: Wake me up when September ends (Green Day). Then I'll resurrect to wreck the world again. Harharhar! Hay. Right now, it's just driving me insane. I'm right on the very edge of sanity here with all this going on all at the same time. Man! Gimme a break, willya?!! I'd rather have boredom than this. Well, not really. But you get the point.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Major binge day.
Hah. Like I don't do that every day.
Anyway, as usual, I had to to through hell just to coerce myself to go to class today. I hate Mondays and Wednesdays. Nego and PIl. Gawd, the horror of it all. In any case, I didn't get called today. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that after my initial sacrificial lamb phase, I've suddenly become ultra-invisible in class. Hmm... Maybe my first recits were so bad they decided to forego the rest for fear of the nightmares they may induce. Hehe! But really, I am kinda worried.
The day started out with an empty stomach, and now I could get arrested for gluttony. I had lunch / dinner when I got home from class, started writing my Succession digests then realized I was running out of correction tape. When I went over to National Bookstore, they'd run out of the brand I use now. They didn't have the refill either. Anyone who knows me at all would realize how much of a disaster that is for me. So to console myself, I bought new envelopes and folders for my digests. I plan to rearrange my stuff (again) in a while. And I ended up buying the correction tape I used before. The penis-shaped kind. I am SO not kidding. It's so suggestive it's scary. And no, I am not on anything. It's really cute. And I don't mean that in a nasty sense.
As for my point... So there I was doing my thing amongst all those gadgety things when my roommates had this sudden urge to go have an extra huge ice cream at the Shakey's ice cream bar. Well, I'm a sucker for sweets, and everything else, so I let myself get badgered into going. I don't regret it but I think we piled up the ice cream and the toppings too high. Now my brain is not functioning. I almost spelled "brain" with two R's and two I's. Aggh.
And as a tribute to my current state as a professional bum who happens to be in law school, I rented Sideways, A Very Long Engagement, and Shall we Dance. For tonight and tomorrow after class. Or maybe just tonight. Hehe!
My second happy thought: I'M GOING TO BAGUIO NEXT WEEK!!! =) Yay! Yipeedooyay!!! Hurray hurray hurrah!!! =p Yep. I'm leaving after Succession class on the 17th, and I'll be back Monday morning or a bit before lunch, just in time to cram for Nego and PIL, those godawful subjects. That's four days of fresh pine-scented air. Ahh... Heaven... And Tita Susan just moved to a new place in Eagle's Crest. (Well, at least I think that's the name of the village...) I'll be lounging around the entire weekend with family. Tito Iggy's going to be there too, so it's going to be a sort of family reunion. Not to mention free stuff. (It pays to be one of the youngest there AND be a student, i.e. unemployed and in need of everything people will offer.) Yay!!! I'm not so sure if Mama and Ate Shirley will be going though... Oh, and my roommates might come too. In any case, Jem's going to be there. I miss that little kid. Well, he's not so little anymore. He's a high school sophomore. On the Saint Louis basketball team. Gawd. And I remember him as the little kid I used to run around after. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong the next couple of days.
(Insert hearts here.) =p Wala lang. I won't preempt it.
So there. I'm off to get my affairs in order.
Anyway, as usual, I had to to through hell just to coerce myself to go to class today. I hate Mondays and Wednesdays. Nego and PIl. Gawd, the horror of it all. In any case, I didn't get called today. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that after my initial sacrificial lamb phase, I've suddenly become ultra-invisible in class. Hmm... Maybe my first recits were so bad they decided to forego the rest for fear of the nightmares they may induce. Hehe! But really, I am kinda worried.
The day started out with an empty stomach, and now I could get arrested for gluttony. I had lunch / dinner when I got home from class, started writing my Succession digests then realized I was running out of correction tape. When I went over to National Bookstore, they'd run out of the brand I use now. They didn't have the refill either. Anyone who knows me at all would realize how much of a disaster that is for me. So to console myself, I bought new envelopes and folders for my digests. I plan to rearrange my stuff (again) in a while. And I ended up buying the correction tape I used before. The penis-shaped kind. I am SO not kidding. It's so suggestive it's scary. And no, I am not on anything. It's really cute. And I don't mean that in a nasty sense.
As for my point... So there I was doing my thing amongst all those gadgety things when my roommates had this sudden urge to go have an extra huge ice cream at the Shakey's ice cream bar. Well, I'm a sucker for sweets, and everything else, so I let myself get badgered into going. I don't regret it but I think we piled up the ice cream and the toppings too high. Now my brain is not functioning. I almost spelled "brain" with two R's and two I's. Aggh.
And as a tribute to my current state as a professional bum who happens to be in law school, I rented Sideways, A Very Long Engagement, and Shall we Dance. For tonight and tomorrow after class. Or maybe just tonight. Hehe!
My second happy thought: I'M GOING TO BAGUIO NEXT WEEK!!! =) Yay! Yipeedooyay!!! Hurray hurray hurrah!!! =p Yep. I'm leaving after Succession class on the 17th, and I'll be back Monday morning or a bit before lunch, just in time to cram for Nego and PIL, those godawful subjects. That's four days of fresh pine-scented air. Ahh... Heaven... And Tita Susan just moved to a new place in Eagle's Crest. (Well, at least I think that's the name of the village...) I'll be lounging around the entire weekend with family. Tito Iggy's going to be there too, so it's going to be a sort of family reunion. Not to mention free stuff. (It pays to be one of the youngest there AND be a student, i.e. unemployed and in need of everything people will offer.) Yay!!! I'm not so sure if Mama and Ate Shirley will be going though... Oh, and my roommates might come too. In any case, Jem's going to be there. I miss that little kid. Well, he's not so little anymore. He's a high school sophomore. On the Saint Louis basketball team. Gawd. And I remember him as the little kid I used to run around after. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong the next couple of days.
(Insert hearts here.) =p Wala lang. I won't preempt it.
So there. I'm off to get my affairs in order.
Friday, August 05, 2005
The thirteenth tooth
Sorry. Hehe. I got so bored earlier I started counting my teeth. I zoomed in on reality just after I reached lucky number thirteen for the nth time. Figured it would make a good title for something. =p
Anyway, Cherry, Jen, Monica, Marie, Bianx and I had dinner with Ma'am Rowie in Chocolate Kiss earlier. It wasn't half as bad as I expected. Well, given the fact that I was toying with the thought of anything short of massacre and bloodshed, I guess it could not have possibly surpassed that. Hahaha!
Hay. So there. Another week down. I cut only one class this week, and that was the class that didn't really require my attendance. See, I fully intended to get up and out of bed this morning at 7 to prepare to go to school for our 9-12am PIL makeup class. Our Tax 1 professor (Itago na lang natin siya sa initials na JBO. Hehehe! Can't mention his name. His wife gets an email whenever his name appears anywhere online. =p) lectured on the GATT for 3 hours. I'll take Jen's word for it that it was godawfully boring. Anyway, I went to bed at 2am with, honestly, a real and tangible intention to go to class although I hadn't even peeked at the readings, and I had barely started writing my digests for Transpo. What a f-ing martyr. Haha!
ANYWAY... So my alarm went off at 7, but the world seemed so drab and not worth my while. My warm bed seemed like a much better option, especially with the overcast sky and rain and all. Then I got Mario's text that he wasn't going to THAT class either. Well, that did it for me. I shut my eyes and drifted off into Neverneverland. When I woke up (again), it was 1pm and I had to make my next big decision for the day---WON to go to Transpo class. See, I sincerely intended (again) to volunteer for today's class. I spent 15 minutes trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I was successful this time. Got two texts from Mario to honor our 1-week old treaty not to cut class unless BOTH of us agreed to cut. And then class and then the world.
"Oh, oh!" And the Dean paces from the front door to the far end of the board and back to his space---that little corner by the front door. He breaks down and shivers, "I'm safe in my space, I'm safe in my space..." --> Fascinating scenario, innit? Well, he does tend to hang around that area a lot. Anyway, that brings me to my next point. Miguel's EIC of the PLJ this year. Judy and Jojo also made it. Plus a couple of sophomores. Good for them. =)
I so hope I've learned something from law school. It's my own fault that I've been so much of a delinquent the past 2+ years in terms of studying. I've told myself a million times it's for my own good, I'M the one who's going to benefit (or suffer the consequences), it's my last chance to redeem myself, blah blah blah blah blah. And now I'm trying to convince myself to listen to my own sermon. Gurggh. Haghaghaghagha. Fine. I shall now retire into my safety zone. Mucho bedtime!!!
Anyway, Cherry, Jen, Monica, Marie, Bianx and I had dinner with Ma'am Rowie in Chocolate Kiss earlier. It wasn't half as bad as I expected. Well, given the fact that I was toying with the thought of anything short of massacre and bloodshed, I guess it could not have possibly surpassed that. Hahaha!
Hay. So there. Another week down. I cut only one class this week, and that was the class that didn't really require my attendance. See, I fully intended to get up and out of bed this morning at 7 to prepare to go to school for our 9-12am PIL makeup class. Our Tax 1 professor (Itago na lang natin siya sa initials na JBO. Hehehe! Can't mention his name. His wife gets an email whenever his name appears anywhere online. =p) lectured on the GATT for 3 hours. I'll take Jen's word for it that it was godawfully boring. Anyway, I went to bed at 2am with, honestly, a real and tangible intention to go to class although I hadn't even peeked at the readings, and I had barely started writing my digests for Transpo. What a f-ing martyr. Haha!
ANYWAY... So my alarm went off at 7, but the world seemed so drab and not worth my while. My warm bed seemed like a much better option, especially with the overcast sky and rain and all. Then I got Mario's text that he wasn't going to THAT class either. Well, that did it for me. I shut my eyes and drifted off into Neverneverland. When I woke up (again), it was 1pm and I had to make my next big decision for the day---WON to go to Transpo class. See, I sincerely intended (again) to volunteer for today's class. I spent 15 minutes trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I was successful this time. Got two texts from Mario to honor our 1-week old treaty not to cut class unless BOTH of us agreed to cut. And then class and then the world.
"Oh, oh!" And the Dean paces from the front door to the far end of the board and back to his space---that little corner by the front door. He breaks down and shivers, "I'm safe in my space, I'm safe in my space..." --> Fascinating scenario, innit? Well, he does tend to hang around that area a lot. Anyway, that brings me to my next point. Miguel's EIC of the PLJ this year. Judy and Jojo also made it. Plus a couple of sophomores. Good for them. =)
I so hope I've learned something from law school. It's my own fault that I've been so much of a delinquent the past 2+ years in terms of studying. I've told myself a million times it's for my own good, I'M the one who's going to benefit (or suffer the consequences), it's my last chance to redeem myself, blah blah blah blah blah. And now I'm trying to convince myself to listen to my own sermon. Gurggh. Haghaghaghagha. Fine. I shall now retire into my safety zone. Mucho bedtime!!!
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