RECONSTRUCTED ANECDOTES FROM COLLEGE AND LAW SCHOOL FRIENDS 

RECONSTRUCTED ANECDOTES FROM COLLEGE AND LAW SCHOOL FRIENDS 

(1) Girl borrows boy’s jacket, and is returning the jacket.

Boy: “I want my jacket back…with you in it.” (Hahaha! What a line!)

NOTE: Boy got his jacket back. Without the girl in it. Kasi naman!

(2) Girl and boy are fighting. Girl does not want to talk.

Boy: Why won’t you talk to me? What’s wrong?
Girl: Just give me a moment, ok? I don’t want to talk right now.
Boy: Why?
Girl: Basta, it’s one of those moments. I just don’t feel like talking.
Boy: Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?
Girl: (Exasperated) Never mind, the moment is over.

NOTE: Nagbati rin naman sila eventually. Lesson, wag pilitin ang taong ayaw magsalita.

(3) Girl pondering the IF scenario of liking someone else.

Boy: Well, there will always be someone better looking, nicer, and all of that, but what matters is who you really love.

NOTE: Yan ha, may magagamit na kayo na line. Plus points yan. Just don’t dwell on the “better looking” part. Baka sabihin pa, sinasabihan mo siya na pangit siya. Hehe!

(4) Girl naglalambing, says she has a song na for the boy, I miss you by Incubus. Boy listens to song.

“Threefold utopian dream?!!” And boy immediately gets mad. Feeling niya may other boys girlfriend niya. Hahaha! Ano ba yan!

NOTE: Nagbreak din sila eventually, thank God!

(5) Unintentional confession. Boy and girl are walking back to the dorm past midnight. Cat meows, sounds like a baby crying. Girl, startled, jumps in fright.

Boy: You’re like Kyle (not real name).
Girl: (Medyo bingi, thought he said “You like Kyle.” Panicking.) Ohmigod. How did you know? Was I that obvious?
Boy: Uh, I said YOU’RE like Kyle, not YOU like Kyle.
Girl: Oh. Okay.

NOTE: Naging sila a few weeks after this incident.

(6) Boy is driving girl home from Makati.

Girl: You do know she likes you right?
Boy: Yeah, but I like someone else.
Girl: Ah talaga? Sino?
Boy: Ikaw.
Girl: Wushu! Whatever! Binobola mo nanaman ako.
Boy: You know, you should start taking people seriously.
Girl: Huh? What do you mean?
Boy: People who like you.
Girl: Huh? People like who? (Fishing na to at this point. =p)
Boy: People like me.

NOTE: Naging sila a few weeks after this incident.

(7) 3 girls, 2 guys walking to KFC for lunch.

Boy: Is the sun shining?
Girl: Huh? Abnormal ka talaga.
Boy: ‘Di nga, is the sun shining?
Girl: (Sarcastic.) No, it’s emitting heat and light.
Boy: Hay…

NOTE: May pagka-abnoy lang talaga siya. Pero naging sila a few weeks after this incident.

(8) Nico and Chi know this one by heart. Haha! Marketing paper overnight run in Eliazo. I brought rambutan for my groupmates. It was 5am, we were all sleepy. There were 2 pieces left, I think. Iyos ate one. Impe ate one. A third friend, itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Therese. Nakakahiya kasi for her. Anyway, Therese was busy chewing.

Therese: Mmmm… Sarap ng rambutan.
Iyos: Ha? Eh dalawa na lang yun eh. Kinain ko na yung isa, kinain ni Impe yung isa.
Therese: Talaga? Open na nga siya kanina.
Grace: Ohmigod, kinain mo second-hand rambutan!!!

NOTE: Naging si Iyos and Impe senior year. And si rambutan girl, may boyfriend na rin daw, according to a common friend. Hehe! I think mas careful na siya kumain ng rambutan ngayon.

(9) Room 305 Eliazo Hall. A certain roommate was asking me something about Ma11.

Roommate: Grace, pano kunin yung y-interceept?
Grace: Bwahahaha!

(10) HUGE moth flying around the ceiling fan in our dorm room. That particular ceiling fan has killed a good many insectoids. Moth gets caught in the blades, and is thrown to the floor, apparently dead. Tanya approaches the remains and checks for signs of life.

Tanya: It…

The moth suddenly moves.

Tanya: …has been alive!!!

(11) Laya is memorizing the Our Father in Spanish in our room for Spanish orals the next day:

Laya: (Reciting what she thought was the Our Father in Spanish)

Laya: Ohmigod! Mali! Sinasabi ko pala, Our Father, how are you in heaven!!!

(12) Grace and seatmate Koko doodling in her notebook during Partnerships and Corporations class with Pio Batino. Sir notices them.

Atty. Batino: Ms. Torralba, would you like to show your drawing to the class?
Grace: No Sir, it’s ugly.

(13) Legal History class with Dan Gat.

Dan Gat: Ms. Gabriel, when was the Civil Code enacted?
Daisy: (Serious) Sir, sometime in the 20th century.

(14) Property class with Barry Barry Arbitrary.

Barry: Ms. Sebastian, how was the land acquired in this case?
Mia: (Frantically going through the digest) Sir, treason and rebellion.
Oggs to Nico: Hindi ako makapaniwala na sinabi ni Mia yun.

(15) Crim 2 class with Sir Te.

TOT: Ms. Sebastian?
Mia: (Stands up.) Sir?
TOT: I’m just checking attendance.

(16) Persons class with Ma’am Beth.

EAL: Mr. Cruz, why are you smiling? Did I say something funny? Stop smiling!

(17) Again, Persons class with Ma’am Beth.

Oggs: …Singalong Street… (pronounced /singalong/, not /sing-ga-long/)
Oggs: …Violeta Drilon… (pronounced /vīoleta/)

(18) Moot court.

Mia (direct examination of plaintiff Mr. A): Do you have any proof of this?
Mr. A: Yes, I have a printout of an email from my sent inbox.

(19) Early Friday morning freshman year

Grace (while skimming through Dan Gat's article Eyes Wide Shut) to Chi: Haha! Malas talaga ng matatawag sa article na 'to.

During class...

Dan Gat: (Shuffles class cards.) Ms. Torralba?

NOTE: Hello? Bagong break ako nun!

(20)Another early Friday morning freshman year

Grace: (Thinking to herself in the cab while reading the opening paragraph on the article Bossism on the Mafia.) Di naman siguro ako matatawag today...

During class...

Dan Gat: Ms. Torralba.
Grace: (Recites the first article which she was able to read).
Dan Gat: Ok. Let's go to the next article.
Grace (in her head): Holy shit.
Grace (this time out loud): Um, sir... (Then makes up a long discourse on the Mafia in relation to the previous article.)

NOTE: A few minutes later, Chi, Jen and I were standing for recit. (Ron had previously recited also.) Dan Gat walked out.

GRACE: I can't remember the other law school anecdotes. Send nyo na lang sakin, para I can add them. May plan kami nila Nico gumawa ng compilation for the block. Wala lang. To remember our happy moments in law school. No matter how few there are. Hehe! Why do I think of all these things when I’m supposed to be writing a Tax paper?

Clarity

Haayyy... The world has not been this clear in a long time. Hehe! I got new contacts kasi. Kaya pala ang labo labo ng world lately. Hahaha! Shet, ang corny. Anyhoo, I really have to start taking care of my eyes... The past year, my grade jumped from 300 to 375 (left eye) and from 250 to 325 (right eye). Astigmatism remains at 25. I may go blind someday if this vicious pattern perpetuates itself. Egad. Thus, as part of my campaign to regain my long lost vision, I will no longer write a tax paper. Hehe! Just kidding. Off to dinner I go. I'm done downloading more stuff to read. And then I'm going back to Clive Staples Lewis. Ano ba yan, kinikilig pa rin ako sa new pet ko (my new book). Abnormal!!!

Remember (Christina Rossetti)

REMEMBER
Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I have gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future you had plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

THE MORE LOVING ONE

THE MORE LOVING ONE
W. H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Lovely afternoon

Moot court pictures won't upload. Anyway, I have them naman in my Yahoo Photos thingiemajiggie.

In any case, I just spent the entire day doing nothing. Nothing productive, that is. I just spent the day reading C.S. Lewis, walking around the condo, watching local shows... It's a lovely afternoon. I smell like bubblegum. Hehe! Victoria's Secret Passionate Kisses.

It's Kiel's birthday today. The twerp's a good 24 years old today. Makulit pa rin. We're probably rendezvous-ing when I go home, as we've been doing every sembreak / Christmas break / summer since college. It's also Jappy's birthday today. Happy happy happy birthday guys!!! =)

Haaayyy...

Anyhoo, gotta start working on that Tax paper already.

Our first picture with Teddy Te

This was taken after Sir Te emphatically said in reply to our request to have our picture taken with him that he wasn't dressed to be photographed, i.e. a polite "No." Well. Sorry, makapal talaga mukha ng barkada namin. (Minus Nico, who abandoned us in this case for greener pastures.)

Change and all that comes with it.

It's fascinating how some things are bound to change

no matter how much one would have wanted to believe they never would...

I've been in touch with my ex for a couple of weeks now. We spent a good 2+++ years together from my junior year in college to early freshman year of law school. We had a brief interlude of sorts early sophomore year and early junior year. But now it's really over, and I know that for a fact. Tanya and I were just talking about this earlier. When L.A. and I were together, I was into the idealistic notion of "my first and my only". As things turned out, that wasn't exactly how fate had set my life out to be. After a river of tears and a dozen sleepless nights, we broke up going into my first final exam season in law school. At that time, I was admittedly a walking corpse. I was just numb. I couldn't study, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. And it didn't help that he was basically my neighbor, that I see his family around the area basically everyday, and that we have so many friends in common, most of whom took my side, and still maintain it was his fault why things turned sour. We didn't talk for about a year after that. I never saw him too.

A year after that, we started talking again. It all started when I was hanging out in SBC with Bibay and Steph. A huge manatee (Teeheehee! Just kidding.) appeared by my side and said hi. When I looked up, it was him. I didn't realize I had just borrowed a chair from his brother, who had just recently come home from Canada, and whom I had previously seen only in photographs. Apparently, he was upstairs in the smoking area when we had checked if there were seats available. I did think to myself that he looked familiar, but by then, I'd forgotten what he looked like, so I wasn't altogether sure if it was him. So there. We met by accident in SBC a couple of times after that. We started going out regularly. He started inviting me to Sunday lunch and other family events, friends' birthdays... You get the idea. But then I figured the whole friend thing wasn't going to work out. I wanted much more. I wanted to get back what we had before. But that was impossible at that point. I broke it off a few weeks into the second sem.

Third year, we started chatting. I was wary of the whole melodrama thing at this point, but as it turns out, by this time, I was over the whole thing. I had gotten my c-l-o-s-u-r-e. And I think you guys know why. It's complicated, but yeah, that's it. So now, L.A. and I talk or text occasionally, have a beer, stuff like that. But as for strings formerly attached, I think they're all gone. I still care as I would for any of my friends, but at this point, it's all just, well, water under the bridge, so to speak.

...and how other things will always remain unwavering
in spite of how much time has passed.

I spent the latter part of the afternoon in Galleria today. I managed to drag myself out of bed today after sleeping around 5 or 6 in the morning already. I read the first few chapters of my new pet, see. Anyway, I got myself ready for my Galleria trip and was on my way. I remembered I had to get my eyes checked, so I walked into the first optical shop I saw. But good Lord in heaven, when I saw their sink, I said to myself, I am not letting any of these people anywhere near my eyes. Sarabia Optical in Galleria is dingy, if I may say so. The stainless sink is encrusted with the residue from a hundred handwashes. They use a slimy pink bar of Palmolive soap to wash their hands, and use a damp handtowel to dry them. The "doctor" told me I had to take off my contacts for half an hour before I could get my eyes checked, so I took 'em off and sat there blind, waiting for the sky to fall down on me. After 15 minutes and having finished off the last few pesos of my credits texting Tanya, A.R. and Franco, I decided to go over to Sabater Pascual, where I've been getting my eyes checked for the past 4 years. I left my contacts where they lay, and decided not to risk getting some dreaded eye infection from the yucky place.

I managed to find my customary eyecare shop with not much trouble, and blew a little less than 2000 on contacts and the downpayment on a new pair of glasses, which I'm picking up in a month, when I get back to the real world. Assuming I'm allowed to enroll.

I then went up to 806 to visit Tanya, one of my college roommates. Tanya's family is from Davao, and I only get to see her the once or twice she comes to Manila on business trips. I miss her and Carmi... The four of us (plus Chi) spent a good four years together (2 and a half in Carmi's case) in college. They saw me passed out drunk and barfing all over the bathroom floor of Tanya's Makati condo in our junior year after well, the first breakup. They were with me when I got the scare of my college life in my freshman year when I got into trouble when one of our substitute English teacher (when Doc Picart was on leave because of a slipped disc) got an article I wrote published in the Philippine Star sans my consent. We had a lot of crazy moments together with all our batchmates in Eliazo. Honestly, those were the best years of my life, by far. Life wasn't exactly a bed of roses. We all had our fair share of melodrama and all. But we were happy. I was happy. Today, though I seldom see Tanya and Carmi, when we do get together, it's no different than how things were in college. We never run out of things to talk about. The only thing that seems to run out on us is time.

Tanya flies home to Davao tomorrow morning at 10. I'm not sure if she'll be back beginning of November for Ken's debate thing in Ateneo. As for Carmi, I haven't seen her in over a year. The same goes for a lot of my college friends. And a lot of other people who mean anything to me. I've been so isolated from the world lately... One thing I'm thankful for though is that in spite of the very limited time I get to spend with my family and with my friends who are not in law school, nothing ever changes. We don't grow apart. We never run out of things to talk to. After years and years and years of not having seen each other, we still remain essentially the same people we were when we all met.

My first day out in a gazillion years

The other day, I set out for the distant land of Makati to spend a leisurely afternoon strolling around Rockwell with Mario and Lianne. After getting quite a shock awaking to people quarelling over the phone (Need I mention that it's extremely annoying to have one's slumber interrupted by cursing crazy people?), I decided I needed to get away from the world of perpetually warring lovers and get some fresh city air. After an oh-s0-unhurried bath (my favorite kind), with me singing to myself in the shower and all, I met up with Mario to have a quick lunch over at Jollibee before Lianne dropped by to pick us up.

We left for Rockwell sometime between 1 and 2pm. When we got there, we trooped over to the recently opened Zara where Señorita Lianne promptly went shopping. Hehe! Just kidding, Lianne. I found myself falling in love with suits and jackets and tops that went all the way down to heaven. =p Whew. Much MUCH MUCH better than Mango. For me, anyway. I find Zara a lot less pretentious. ANYWAY, after an uber long and drawn out hiatus from the cinema, I finally saw a movie: Dungeons and Dragons 2. Don't ask me how it was. I was so excited to see anything I would've been quite content watching Letters from a Killer (which, incidentally, is one of the worst movies EVER made). Mario, Lianne and I basically laughed through it all. It was hilarious in a post-final exams sort of way, which isn't saying much good about the movie. Lucky moi I wasn't quite in the mood to whine about a sucky movie, so I was smiling when we got out of Cinema 5. We walked over to Fully Booked where I again fell in love. There was a 2-volume compilation of all the Calvin and Hobbes comic strips ever made (at 7000 per), hordes of Batman comic books, an entire shelf on medieval history, and just when I thought I could not have possibly fallen more deeply in love, I chanced upon a one-volume compilation of The Chronicles of Narnia. After that, my fate was sealed. 840 for all 7 books, with all the original illustrations by Pauline Baynes. Phew! Despite the state of my finances at the moment, I could not have possibly let the chance pass me by. I was so giddy I was grinning all the way to the counter. The book didn't leave my side until the next afternoon when I got out of bed. Haaay... Kinikilig pa rin ako.

Anyhoo, we had a quick snack-slash-dinner in KFC, where Mario and I chanced upon yet another incompetent cashier (the first one was in Jollibee earlier). Quick trip to the supermarket so Mario could buy this new soap he discovered, then off to FIC to get some ice cream. And then we dropped Mario off at Jay's office. And Lianne and I got somewhat lost on the way back home. We made it through the rush hour traffic and back to my home sweet home (Loyola Heights) in about an hour. I bought my beloved new pet clothes (plastic cover, for the less inept), and promptly got started on my favorite task of dressing Aslan up. (I mean I love covering books, ayt?) All this before I had even changed out of my outside world clothes into my more comfy lounging around the condo outfit.

Ngangi and I watched a couple of soaps, then I met up with an old friend.

To be continued...

Officially on vacation =)

Hail, fire and brimstone, I'm FRRRREEEE!!! =)

First of all, YES, law school is that bad. Check my blockmates' comments to my last post. BUT they'll have to drag me out of Malcolm Hall kicking and screaming.

I submitted my last final exam around 11am today. Takehome final exam for Transpo. EXTRA LONG takehome exam, might I say. Took me all of oh, say, 10 hours to write. Roughly an hour per number, what with the thinking and hand stress involved. Gawd. But at least it's over. I'll just have to slug it out with myself until the grades are released. No security whatsoever til then.

Haaay...

In any case, I haven't gotten any sleep yet, but I'm not complaining. I slept til noon yesterday, got up to get ready to go to Coffee Bean Eastwood with Mario at 2-ish. Snagged 2 Gonuts Donuts (Pastillas de Leche and Choco-hazelnut. Yumyum! =) then headed over to our favorite caffeine-watering hole. As could have been predicted, our daily trek to Eastwood paid off yesterday. Mario and I were honored with the title Customers of the Week at Coffee Bean. Hehe! I have to go back to check if they've posted our picture already. We were both distraught with the thought of being mistaken as a couple though. Hello?!! Ano yun, lesbian action? Hehe! Mario really is my favorite guy in law school. He manages to put up with me even when I'm murderous / majorly PMS-ing, like yesterday. I managed to get zero work done in the two or three hours we were there. I basically just bored holes into my yellow pad, traipsed around the mall and people-watched. When I got home, I was so exasperated with myself I had given myself a migraine. I was literally breaking out in cold sweat, so I went straight to bed after watching the evening news and a couple of soaps to drive myself to sleep. I woke up feeling a teeny bit better around midnight at started working on my Transpo final exam. That thing is LOOOOOONG, I tell you. Roughly 20 questions. I filled up an entire blue book, both sides of all the pages (Well, almost.), and you know how small my handwriting is. By the time I finished 6 out of the 10 numbers, it was 7am. I decided to go to school early to meet up with Mario and just rush through the last 4 numbers in the lib.

So I was in school pretty early, 8am I think. The lib was basically deserted. Even the staff hadn't arrived yet. I breezed through the last 4 numbers in record time, given the number of yosi breaks I took in between paragraphs. Cut me some slack here, my hands aged 10 years overnight from writing. =p Anyhoo, I was done before lunch, so I took my time to wander around Malcolm aimlessly. Unfortunately for me, I ran into my nemesis: A.R. I am going to kill him someday, I swear to God. He makes up stories about this guy I've been hung up on FOREVER (I now call him The Protozoan. That single-celled asexual little twerp. Not very sure about my description of a protozoan here.), then when I start feeling bad, he takes them all back and makes up another story. Sometimes I just want to wring his neck out of sheer frustration.

After Oggs finally finished cramming his exam, Lianne, Chi, Oggs, Daisy, Mario and I headed off to Bento Box for a pseudo-celebration lunch. Everyone else went home after lunch. Daisy, Mario and I pretended to get some research done at the neighboring Econ lib. (I still haven't gotten the hang of saying "Econ". I'm more comfortable with "Eco"...) Mario and I made plans to go drinking but nobody else was interested so we both ended up hanging around law school for longer than we probably should have. After a bit of hesitation about where to leave our bags, we finally dumped them with Ria (and Al, Hardy, and Karra, who, incidentally were about to take their Property orals with Sir Labits. Which reminds me, he hasn't given me a grade yet...) and took a jeep to the nearest isaw place. Hello carcinogens! =p Yumyum. We did get a teeny bit of exercise walking back to Malcolm where we passed the time dreaming up obscene things to do if we could stop time. Hehe! Now THAT I can't tell. =p Jay picked us up just before it got completely dark. I didn't want to intrude on their moment, so I walked back to Prince David from Rustan's na lang.

Seems like I'm fated to be the eternal third wheel. Not that I don't like being with Mario and Jay. I love those two. It's just weird that I'm always the odd one out. Well, something like that. Kasi naman, The Protozoan is so difficult to read. Talk about mixed signals. And I'm the girl here. Allo? Anybody there? Ayayay...

So there. Lianne says Succession grades will be out tomorrow. Good grief.

The end of the longest losing battle of my life.

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who took the time to affirm my uh, talents. =p

This has been the longest semester of my entire life. By far. I'm so tired and worn out and burned out and all of that. I just hibernated for a day and it still isn't enough for me to recoup what I lost during the sem: my sanity, my peace of mind... If I could sue UP Law for moral damages, I would. Hello?!! Sleepless nights, besmirched reputation? How many hours of sleep have I lost?!!! Well, apparently, not enough. I think I'm just about to get kicked out.

This sem started out with yours truly working my ass off trying to raise funds for Winlaw. It's a thankless job, but it was my duty. I started contacting alumnae early in the summer while I was working with Picazo. After months of constantly worrying about whether or not I was going to be able to meet my target, I finally was able to smile. The barristers would have their goody bags and flowers.

And then there was September. The month when I had zero weekends and zero time to spare. Weekdays, as if they weren't hectic enough with law school, Mario and I had to huddle over preparing the goody bags and other Barops-related work. Saturdays after Tax, we had to rush over to Q.Ave. to do last-minute fruit shopping, traipse through the puddle-ey alleys of Dangwa to pick up the roses, then stay up til mid-morning on Sunday attending to deliveries and buying food and manning the HQ. I'd sleep til Sunday afternoon then study whatever I could for Monday's Nego-PIL tag team. The week would go by, same pattern. For a month. And when we breathed our last breath in Sheraton, it was time to take the finals.

Like I said, this has been the longest sem of my life. Literally and figuratively speaking. We started finals early with Nego. It's been about two weeks, and I firmly believe I've taken and failed IPL, PIL, and Tax finals. I thought I passed Nego finals, but I was wrong. JJ just emailed us our grades today, and they all suck. Nobody got higher than a 2.25, from what I gather. Professors hate our block, I swear. We all thought Nego would pull up our grades, but apparently, we were all wrong. If I failed a final exam that I thought was pretty goddamned easy compared to the other exams I took, how could I possibly pass the rest? I got a 2.5 final grade for Nego. That's all because I got a 1.5 recitation grade. I flunked both midterms and finals. Plus 5 absences. Gawd. I have no idea how I flunked. Man. This sucks.

Yesterday's Evidence moot court was humiliating. But we didn't exactly lose. Sir didn't grant relief to either party. No relief granted to our group as counsel for the plaintiff, but no relief granted either to the opposing group on their counterclaim. Oh well. In the criminal proceeding, no verdict was rendered, but thanks to the presumption of innocence, at least it was resolved. Prof. Theodore Te is one of the smartest and the most inspiring professors I've ever had. It was a pleasure being in 4 of his classes in law school. If ever I do get kicked out, at least, I'll have THAT in my pocket. It's just disheartening. This is what I've always wanted to do since I started seriously thinking about what I wanted to be, and I suck at it. Sometimes, I just want to cry, to scream at the world for being so mean to me. Why, God, why?!!

Well, there goes my sembreak. More sleepless nights to document to sue UP Law for moral damages. I'm off to take out my frustrations on the fridge. Not to eat what's in it, (which consists basically of air and water) but to clean it.

Like Nico said, the worst is yet to come. Finals season isn't over yet. There's still Transpo takehome finals and a Tax paper to contend with. By then, the grades will most probably be out. And I'll find out whether I'm still eligible for enrollment in law school. And there goes my peace of mind.

Reality does not bite. It clamps its teeth, draws and tears flesh from the bone, gnaws and crushes bone until there's nothing left but the memories of a battle long lost.

Pre-Evidence post

I'm supposed to be working on my Evidence takehome exam right now. But since I'm printing out the IPL sample final exam and emailing it to Lianne, I thought I'd sneak a post as well.

Yesterday's Nego final I took sans sleep. I spent the good part of 2 days annotating Perez's Quizzer and Reviewer on Negotiable Instruments and Related Laws. I finally gave up around 2am the morning of the exam, and began skimming and scanning through the book instead. 8am, I decided I needed breakfast if I were to survive the day so I went over to McDonald's to have pancakes. Didn't want to eat a full meal and risk throwing it all up. So after breakfast, 2 cups of coffee and a long blackout, I went to school to face the consequences of my 5-month long hiatus from substantial effort to study. JJ was, as usual, really weird. He took a picture of us while we were taking the exam. Hello?!! I don't know how I did though. It's one of those things that don't really feel like they sucked. Those things could go either of two ways: one, it really did suck, but I know so little that I've led myself to believe that it didn't, OR two, because I know the subject matter so well, it was not so sucky.

After the exam, the barkada went over to A Veneto Visayas to have lunch before getting the Evidence fact pattern and instructions for moot court, and the questions for the takehome part of the final exams. (Which, incidentally, I really have to start working on already.) Man, I hate finals! As Punch says, mas madali maging driver kesa magtake ng exam sa law school. Yeah. Anything is easier than this. But I'd much rather be taking finals than the bar. Yikes. 46 weeks to go for Mario, 98 weeks for me. Dumdeedum... And then when I got home, I put of my plan to reacquaint myself with my pillows (I miss you guys so much!) so I could tidy up the place a bit. It looked like an oversized trash can, i.e. like a guy's place. Nakakahilo. But it's nice and clean now. I rearranged my stuff and created space for next sem's books. I have to pass THIS sem first though. Next sem is already expected to be EVIL EVIL EVIL. Imagine PrIL, LocGov and Corpo in one afternoon?!! That's Ma'am Beth, DanGat (but the grapevine says he's leaving to accompany his wife abroad on a scholarship) and Danny Con! Sheeyet. Might get the returning professors pa. Waaaaah!!! This whole Malcolm experience really is like a 4-year-plus-plus-long
bad joke.

Oh, and PIL got moved to Monday. Still haven't made up my mind if that's a good thing or a bad thing... We have 5 final exams next week already. PIL Monday, Tax Tuesday, Succession Thursday, Transpo Friday. And THEN Evidence moot court Saturday afternoon. Yikers!

So the gist of this is: GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!!! Bleh! =p

Gotta go start on that final already...

2 days to go...

Man, this sucks. I've been dumbfounded all day. It's just grotesque. I know absolutely nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. I think a kindergarten student would more likely pass finals. Why, God, why?!! =p

Hay nako. Today was another study day. Got up at 7, left for Coffee Bean Eastwood with Mario at 8:30. Just Mario and moi. Lianne's still sick. We were there bright and early. The tables outside hadn't even been set up yet, and the morning maintenance crew was busy cleaning up. I dropped my stuff off with Mario and headed off to have breakfast with myself: my standard breakfast fare on the very few days I actually DO have breakfast - McDonald's longganisa meal and coffee. And then I found out that I didn't have cash in either of my bank accounts. No allowance yet. Tomorrow pa daw. How is a girl to survive finals? Ayayay. Well, I had enough to buy myself a pack of smokes to kill my lungs with and to pass the time during my hourly 5-minute breaks.

It's fascinating being up to actually experience the morning. I think I'll be doing this more often.

Anyway, I cut the last meeting of Tax today. Spent the day in Coffee Bean again. I finished a bit naman for Nego, but not enough. I hate finals, I swear to God. As for my daily turf patrol, nothing interesting happened. It was just your regular run-of-the-mill daily Coffee Bean week day crowd. Nobody interesting came in. Well, there WAS Snorty guy in the morning til around lunch, Chinese Oldies In Red also around the same time, Cute White Boy around 11, Blondie with her Boytoys around 5, and Squeaky Quack Girl and her Boytoy around 6. But it was basically uneventful. Boring. If Mario and I didn't have occasional blabfests, I would've died of sheer boredom.

By the way, I changed my blog's name. I just figured it's time for some change around here. Yes, I'm talking about THAT too. Aww man, talk about crap. That godforsaken idiot has to go get lost somewhere.

In any case, Mario, Marie, Daisy and I (and maybe Lianne, if she's well by tomorrow) are heading off tomorrow morning at 7 to go warm up the seats in Coffee Bean again. I'm having tea and no sympathy for the meantime.

Ack. Ack. More ack.

Griffin and Sabine

Analogous to Griffin and Sabine. One of my favorite series of all time. =) Hehe! Yauck, feeling!

Dear friendly friends, please save up for my Christmas and birthday gifts naman. Here's my list so far:

(1) Griffin and Sabine series (Nick Bantock)
(2) Chronicles of Narnia series (C.S. Lewis)
(3) Time Quartet (Madeliene L'Engle)
(4) Tintin

...this is getting long. Please just see my list of favorite books, i.e. the ones my allowance can't fathom.

(5) a new phone (Dad? Father in heaven? Helloooo? Are you there? =p)
(6) the long camel Banana Rep wallet I've been drooling over
(7) Coffee Bean certificates
(8) Estee Lauder Pleasures
(9) White Musk (Body Shop)
(10) Calgon Morning Glory

...I'm running out of cologne / perfume.

Well, so far, that's that. You could also make me get good grades, take me out shopping, or treat me out to dinner and a good movie. Basta something special. The list is not exclusive.

Sige na nga, back to the books na ulit.

Hmmm...

If you're someone I know, I think I know who you are.

Oh well.

Para dramatic?!! Huh? Hoy, hindi na uso yan. I'm blabbing like a fool while some people comment anonymously. I'm just kidding. Hehe! =) It's a free country. Anyway, at the rate I'm going, I guess it's apropriate. It's your call anyway. I'm just curious. People very seldom leave comments kasi. It's a new thing for me. I'm still just getting used to the fact that people actually read my blog. Conversations sometimes come to a dead stop for me when the conversee (new word!) mentions something I distinctly remember NOT telling him or her about. And so I ask, uh, how'd you know about that? And the conversee replies, "I read your blog, " or "Uh, Friendster?" I really should stop saying so many things here. I've been getting into trouble already. But then again, I'm used to getting into trouble because of what I write. Or say. (Bribe: I'll tell you about my college freshman year booboo in exchange for, uh, less drama. Hehe! Nah. It's fine.) I'll just pretend you're this guy Mario and I have been swooning over. Haha! Half truth spotted there. Guess which half it is.

As for my college freshman booboo, I'll write about it during my next break from studying tomorrow night. I'm cramming again, see. All the work I should have done over the past 4 months but didn't do, I'm rushing to finish now. Bad bad bad person. Well. At least I'm not evil like Mario. Friday, we were studying in Starbucks. He was reading my messages. A few seconds after he returned my phone, I got a message that was supposed to be from this guy asking me out to dinner and a movie. I completely lost it and turned to Mario astounded, "Ohmigod! You texted him! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Mario! What did you tell him?!!!" I think I got the message when Mario's evil-er than evil look turned into a wide grin and eventually into uncontrollable guffaws. I turned back to the message after that and realized that the guy it was supposed to be from SO does not text like that. I won't describe it. There are a precious few people I know who text that way (and I really appreciate that. Impressive, actually.), and I am not giving THIS one away. Mario still hasn't gotten over my reaction to this very day. (Hey, that rhymes!) Priceless daw. Bleh! =p Evil ka talaga.

Yesterday, I woke up after too much sleep and tripped on everything that was in my way the short distance from my bed to my desk. And then Mario started his text tirade telling me to rush so we could study. Hello?!! Moe and Joe! (For those who don't know, that was an allusion to our Nego midterm which involved a guy with a personality disorder, switches personalities from Moe to Joe and vice versa.) We didn't have plans kaya! But Mario is Mario. He's the cutest thing there is. Hehe! So I rushed through my bath (although nobody ever believes I sometimes rush, as the rushed version takes at least half an hour), put on my contacts, went through my post-bath lotion et.al. ceremony, (note that at this point, I still wasn't REALLY rushing) and then Mario started texting and calling like mad, so with hair dripping and all, I grabbed all the school stuff that happened to be on my desk, not even bothering to stuff them into my bag, and ran to meet them downstairs. And then we were off to Coffee Bean Eastwood.

I SO love Coffee Bean. (And Eastwood.) Quoting someone I know, it's MY turf. Hehe! Well, not really. I won't even pretend that I have even a minor claim. But Chi and I were one of the first to discover Coffee Bean Eastwood. We used to study there a lot early freshman year, when the City Walk wasn't even done yet. Starbucks was under construction, and there was dust everywhere outside. We were there so often the manager / owner knew us na, and they would turn down the airconditioning for us at our request, even if the other customers complained. Now everybody goes there na. Darn. Oh well. Goodbye secret study place. I lost Coffee Bean. Then I lost San Fran. I wonder when people are going to start studying in our tub. Hehe! Just kidding. I'm just very territorial when it comes to study places. And a lot of other things. You get the picture.

In any case, I'm officially done with my Succession digests. All 102 of them. Each painstakingly handwritten. My hands are about to fall off. God help me. I'm just taking a break before I hit the books again. Due to my previous preoccupation with Succession digests, I haven't started studying for finals yet, and I've got a large void to fill... I didn't read a substantial portion of everything I had to read. So. It's Campos and Perez tonight for Nego. Tomorrow's PIL and IPL day. Tuesday, my final run for Nego and a pseudo-review for Evidence. Wednesday, Nego. Thursday, Evidence take home written finals. Friday, PIL. Saturday, IPL. Phew! Then a couple of days off before Succession Thursday, Transpo Friday and Evidence moot court Saturday. Ayayay.

I think I'm degenerating into an inarticulate blob. I can't even write anymore, and I've always loved writing. I was going over my blog entries a few minutes earlier, and I couldn't help but cringe at how crass and unpolished everything is. It's like reading the diary entries of a functionally literate 3-year-old. Well, except for the melodrama. Maybe I used up all my energy early on and now I'm running the prime of my life on the dregs of my so-called intelligence. I did excellent in grade school and high school. Way above average. I was grade school valedictorian, and I graduated 3rd in my high school class. Would've graduated with honors if I hadn't had a Technical Drawing disaster the second quarter of my junior year. College, I did okay. I think a 3.12's not bad, given the fact that I almost never studied. I used to wake up 2 hours befroe finals to cram and still get good grades. Enough to impress my English professors and those people whose opinions mattered to me. But law school, ohmigod. It's like an eternity of marvelling at the guillotine that's sure to sever my head in the end. I don't know if I'm just not exerting myself enough (which is probably the case) or if I'm just not meant for this (which is also highly probable and highly possible). I'm confussed. (That's a word I invented a few months ago, pronounced /con-fust'/, meaning a degree of confusion that's almost incomprehensible.) I did fine initially. And then there was Barry. And it was all downhill from there.

Anyway, I gotta go study. Please leave a comment about WON (for the non-law people, that's short for whether or not) I write like shit. I need affirmation here, people! And puhleeease leave your names. =p (No pressure. Haha!)

Today's musings

Well. Today wasn't so bad. I woke up late for IPL but Ma'am Villanueva was late anyway. We RUSHED through patents but we managed to finish but class was extended til 1 so Mario had to hide out in the Law Center til Lianne and I were done with class so we could head over to Eastwood for our planned study session. I also found out there's a Matahari na in Eastwood in front of the cinema ticket booth. Yay! I've been craving for cassava chips for so long na kaya lang I don't go to Megamall anymore eh that's the only place I thought they were in. Nainggit tuloy si Lianne, bumili din. Hehe! Anyway, we had lunch in Fazoli's with Neil (Italian chicken! Yumyum!) then we headed over to my favorite hideout: Coffee Bean. I swear, I love their double vanilla tea latte. It's sweet, but I like it. =) We got some studying done naman. I'm now on my 60th digest for Succession. Around half done. Lianne left around 6, but Mario and I stayed til around 9:30.

Mario discovered a new highlighter brand today. It's 9 pesos cheaper than the brand we use now (Staedtler). See, Mario and I have this thing with highlighters and highlighting. We have to use the same brand and highlight the same way. And don't judge us ha. It works for us eh. =p It's Faber Castell for yellow (although Mario uses the old variety and I use the new one), and Staedtler for orange and pink kasi they're the most flourescent. Well, at least we thought so. Highlighters are so expensive na. Anyway, Mario ran out of pink so he headed over to National Bookstore and discovered a brighter pink and a brighter orange. I think the brand's Scriva or something. Now he's bugging me to switch brands too, but I have a month's worth of highlighters pa (and Mario sold me his new orange Staedtler highlighter for 5 pesos. Hehe!) kasi I bought na finals supplies 2 days ago so I wouldn't have to trudge over to National Bookstore na. Next sem siguro.

Oh, and my sched next sem is purrfect. No morning classes AT ALL. But Mario's only taking PRIL and Tax with us... =( And there are only 18 of us in Pril kasi half our block dropped CivPro with Ma'am Avena. Oh well. May deal na kami ni Mario to be seatmates again though. =)

Anyway... Jay dropped by Coffee Bean din kanina. He treated us out to dinner in Teriyaki Boy pa. Yay! =) Hay Mario, you and your issues. And your lines. Which work, incidentally. Hehe! I swear, Mario and Jay are so cute together! And fun. Honest. And they're both super nice. And smart.

Anyhoo, I gotta run. I've exhausted my 30 minute break from Succession already. Tomorrow's Starbucks day with Lianne and Mario.

Thanks. =)

Hey, for the last person who posted a comment here, thanks. Really. I really appreciate the thought. =) Why do people not leave their names though?

On relationships et al.

Hay relationships. Sometimes I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, or even if it even classifies as a thing, that I'm unattached to anybody in particular, i.e. single, not "in a relationship", however you'd prefer to call the evaders of the L-word. Well, maybe not the L-word, maybe just relationships. There's just so much to it. The first part's fun, but it gets old, and sometimes its just downright boring and tedious and cumbersome and all that crap.

First you meet a guy. Sometimes you just know there's something, sometimes, you're just practically oblivious to the fact that he exists. And then you get to know him, maybe a few official dates. May also be unofficial. You just happen to be together someplace. Or maybe by some weird twist of fate, you just somehow end up at the same place at the same time. (In my case, it was more like I was set up pala but I didn't figure it out til much later. Oblivious. Naive. Whatever you want to call it.) Then you get weird feelings and shit. The tingly sort and all. Whoever denies it is lying. You feel like "Ohmigod." Just that. Nothing more. Just ohmigod. And leave it at that. You don't really like him naman din kasi. Ok lang, flattering, but just ok. Nothing special. Just the run of the mill kinda hanging out thing. And then stuff starts to happen. He texts you the oddest things at the oddest moments. He invites you out with friends but spends most of the time talking to you. You kinda figure he likes you a teeny bit more than other girls because of the extra attention but you don't want to assume anything. You start to get the hang of the whole attention thing, but still no fireworks. But the kilig starts to grow. Next thing you know you look forward to seeing him the next day or find yourself checking your phone every 10 seconds to see if he texted. Still no fireworks. Then he starts inviting you out to a movie or to dinner, just the two of you. And you have fun. But it doesn't feel like you're just hanging out with a friend. You're comfortable with him but it's different. You start going out together more often, texting, chatting and talking on the phone regularly. You're by now familiar with each other's schedule by heart. You really like him na and you're just waiting for him to pop the question. When he does, it's just magic.

The first few months are just heaven. You're perpetually giddy and live from one date to the next. Well, not really. You just really look forward to seeing him after (or before. or in the middle of) a really long day. You start doing everything together, and everything's different.

A few months later, things begin to change. Every now and then, the routine seems to get boring. You find yourself getting tired of doing the same things. You start to fight over the smallest things. Every so often, you consider the thought of breaking up, and occasionally you do, but you somehow always end up realizing that that's not really what you want either. These fits come and go. For some people I know more often than others. And man, when they start ranting, it's hilarious!

As for me, I had my share of hissy fits, but I really appreciate the little things, which I find really sweet. I'm a sucker for stuff like that. I mean, I like the occasional grand gesture, but I'd take a hug over a long litany about the moon and the stars any day of the week, if you know what I mean. =p Although relationships in general don't run themselves, in the end, just knowing that someone affirms your existence and that you affirm his, and the whole extravaganza that comes with it, is worth it. Really. And although sometimes it just doesn't work out, I still think relationships are not more trouble than they're worth. They're trouble sometimes, but a little excitement never hurt anybody anyway.

AND A FEW THOUGHTS FROM HERE AND THERE...

I was actually concious at 7:30 this morning, (bow) thank you very much. I'm making up for all the work I should have done but didn't do during the sem by giving myself hell for the next 3 weeks. I was up bright and early for a pre-Evidence and PIL study session with Mario in Starbucks. Nobody interesting there though.

I'm officially turning my finals effort full blast tomorrow after IPL class. I'm not sure if I'm cutting Transpo to go to Coffee Bean Eastwood. But I'm leaning more towards a Tall Double Vanilla Tea Latte. Hehe!

The only two professors I ever remember clapping for at the end of the sem were Prof. Te (Crim 1, Crim 2, Civ Pro, Evidence. Phew!) and Prof. Diaz. (Crim Pro), and they well deserved it. Prof. Te especially. In this day and age, and soon to be profession where honesty, integrity and morals seem to have been reduced to accessories people can shed in a heartbeat, it's heartwarming to know that there are lawyers/professors who are successful by conventional standards yet are still essentially good people; who go to mass and pray, and are not ashamed of it, and actually tell students to pray before going to court; who have a heart and put their heart into their work, And at the very least seem to care. In theory though, I'd clap for Ma'am Beth too. I think I was too terrified to clap for her the last day of Persons class. Ma'am Daway was really nice din.

Hay. Well. Here's to my fifth semester in law school. Which is still not over. 3 weeks of hell to go. Hey, I'm going to be holed up in Starbucks Katipunan or Coffee Bean Eastwood (or if I'm pulling an all-nighter, probably McDo Eastwood). If anyone wants to join me in my effort to pass, just text. Anyway, I'm off to, um, binge. I want a warm mug of Swiss Miss. There's a humongous tub of it in the condo. Yum yum.

C'est la vie...

I swear to God, the Bar is an annual tradition of torturing ALL law students in general, not just the ones taking the Bar. I'd much rather do a million BarOps shifts than be the one taking the Bar though. Thank God it's over. I don't have to see Sheraton until next year. Yahoo!

Anyhoo, Saturday was so not what I expected it to be. Bad news just keeps on coming like there's no tomorrow. And I'm not talking about THAT unfortunate incident. This is something else. See, I'm stuck in my godforsaken rut again.

Some people never change talaga no matter how much I'd like to think they have, or that they even can. It SO does not pay to be idealistic. (Yeah baby, bring on the angst!!!) Gawd, it sucks to be me sometimes. Seems I was wrong about a lot of things, and a lot of people. I'm generally a pretty good judge of character, see. Seems I was wrong about that as well. At least three things turned out WAY different from how I would've liked them to. The world is against me. =(

I firmly resolve at this point that I will quit all this crap about that shithead. He will never change. I should have learned that a long time ago. Well, I did, actually. It's just that I'd still like to believe that somewhere deep, REALLY deep down in his soul, he's still the good person and the friend I thought he was. (Gawd, this is so f-ing melodramatic.) I don't know what's happening na talaga. I could jump to all these conclusions about what brought about this uber unfortunate chain of events, but I hesitate because I really don't want to start thinking so much about it, promising myself so many things then end up breaking them and recanting all my self-proclaimed truths. Ack!

Hay... Just to highlight how cruel the world is being to me, a few nights ago, I sent out a text message to all my close friends and family. Um, hello, it was so not a depressing message. I thought it was actually funny. And my cousin Shirley thought so too. My dad and my stepmom didn't even consider it halfway sad to even bother to reply. But lo and behold, my favorite uncle called me up around 4 in the morning to check if I was ok. I was really touched by the gesture, but I found myself wondering if it was really all that disturbing. And then the tears came and I couldn't stop crying til sunrise. I ended up realizing how much I miss my family and all the people who have ever meant anything to me. I cried myself to sleep that night. When I woke up the next morning, er, afternoon, I was still feeling bad. And my eyes were swollen like melons. I didn't want to go to school like that, so as was my habit, I cut class. When Chi and Ngangi came home, both of them asked me if I had been crying, as my eyes were really swollen. I made up this lame excuse about not being able to sleep (which was true, of course) and allergy attacks, which I did get the day before. Lucky for me, both of them bought it. I still haven't told them the truth. Apparently, Chi heard me sniffling but she was feeling bad as well.

I don't know what went wrong, what I did wrong, or where I went wrong, but everything seems to be militating towards a not so encouraging future. I've been rethinking my entire life plan for fear that something got screwed up somewhere along the line and I'll end up penniless on the street or worse, Gawd, I don't even want to consider the possibility.

I really need a good cheering up. The world has not been very kind to me lately.

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My once a week going to class stint

The f-ing picture won't upload. Darn. Anyway, I'll upload it when I find the energy to. As for the annotation... This was the last time my blockmates saw me prior to my Nego cameo role today. I've only been going to class Thursdays since last week, see? And that's because I'm on deck for IPL, and it would take a grand ass of an idiot not to show up for THAT.

I just saw Land of the Dead with Nico, Oggs, Jen and Nestor. It was so high school it was fun. Hehe! It's nothing spectacular, of course, but it's enough to keep me awake but not staring down at my feet like I did when Nico, Titit, Lenny and I saw Amityville over the summer. I like zombies more than I like ghosts. And that isn't saying much. Zombies, I cannot for the life of me imagine as real. Ghosts, well, let's just say I've been having trouble sleeping for 3 weeks now. And taking the elevator alone, and generally being alone in the condo.

Lalala...

I'm passing time in the lib lang... Lianne will drop by around 7 then we're going to Oggs' place for his birthday partay thingie. It's 7. Why am I in the lib?!! Even worse, I didn't have class today. Sir Te and Danny Con gave us free cuts for Evidence and Succession respectively. As for IPL, well. Some people are allergic to rain. (Like moi, for example. Well, with respect to going to class lang, anyway. Hehe!) I had a really good feeling that SDV wasn't going to show earlier today, but just to appease my blockmates, I got up at 8:30 and was at school way before class was scheduled to start. (I can imagine the bloodshed if I hadn't shown up when I was on deck for recitation today. Harharhar! I might as well have hung myself. Okay, bad joke.) Anyhoo... Free cuts are free cuts are free cuts. I never complain about them.

So. The past 9 or so hours I've been here, I've had lunch, shared chismis and hung out in the Winlaw room, cut and tied gold ribbons, arranged goody bags and other stuff, watched Ateneo lose another game to La Salle---Darn... =( ---checked my mail, downloaded and uploaded pictures, blah blah blah blah blah. Oh, and Mahalay looked pristine as usual. Hay... Oh well.

Oh, good deed for the day. I treated out 3 kids to fishball today. Kawawa naman eh. They were soaked to the bone na and it was freezing tapos Mario, Migs and I were standing there munching on. Talk about social sin. Wala lang. Nahappy naman sila. I felt happy but a tad guilty afterwards. My God, super babs ko kaya lately! If I see them tomorrow, I'll buy them something ulit siguro. They really appreciated it too. Heartwarming but nakakaguilty pa rin...

Anyway, I was going to make kuwento about freaky stories and my Sheraton weekend, but I think Lianne's dropping by to pick me up anytime soon. Might as well say my I do's. Oops. I meant my goodbyes. Hehe! Couldn't help myself. Today was a good day. =)

Day 1, Unpromising week # 3456

As per my previous post, last week ended with a bang, and not a good one. More like my shin hitting the corner of my desk in the flurry of rushing headlong into bed after a looooooooong night (and day) doing BarOps for Winlaw. Plus the fact that I got called for Tax again last Saturday.

Winlaw BarOps was uber exhausting, if I might say so myself. Aside from being holed up in Sheraton for X number of hours (I wasn't even able to visit the Portians or meet up with the Ateneo Law people...), I had to go to Dangwa pa with Mario to buy roses and ribbon and shit, and then attend to the task of getting the flowers ready for distribution. And then there was buying dinner, breakfast and lunch for the barristers, and delivering goody bags, tips, and food, wakeup calls, organizing, etc. etc. etc. The list does only gets longer. It was ok though. I think we did a pretty good job naman the first weekend. And I had an excuse to sleep the whole day yesterday.

JJ was majorly bitching earlier today. I wonder what got into him. Or what he didn't get into. Haha! Major PMS attack. I won't go on for fear of retribution. I don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing informing him when he asked me during my recit about some Agency thing that I haven't taken Agency yet... In any case, he was super kaduper annoyed with the world at large. Aside from the time Dan Gat walked out on our block in freshman year, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so annoyed AND annoying.

Anyhoo, I WAS able to attend both PIL classes today. But Mario cut our afternoon classes because (s)he's pregnant and was having morning sickness earlier. The poor thing...

It's been a long past few days. I'm tired. And I don't seem to have the strength or stamina or the drive to do anything. Not even watch tv. And apparently, not even to write a halfway decent blog post. Aw man, this sucks.

Oh, one last thing. My ex has been texting me, but I haven't been able to reply even once due to, um, a deep temporarily irreversible state of unconsciousness. Oh well. Too bad. =p

And now I'll float / drift / hover back to the condo... Wheee!!! (Still no drive to do anything except hover around like a you-know-what...)

Para que?!!

This week has been so bad I could cry. It started with me working til dawn on out part of the Transpo midterm paper which was due Wednesday and it was all downhill from there. Went through all the hassle of opening a bank account, withdrawals, solicitation and shit. And I think I just lost a friend. I hope we're able to patch things up eventually, but seeing as we're both so preoccupied with our separate lives and super ma-pride, I don't think it's going to happen. I'm not going to apologize either. Kainis ha. Feeling! My God! As if naman! Mukha naman siyang ipis! Termite! Lowlife pile of poop! &(#&$&(#$^*&^$!!! Ewww!!! My fate seems to be stuck in an uber deep trough with no hope of ever climbing up. Darn. I never see him na nga, the only time I see him pa, nag-away pa kami. Shit talaga. Again, it's Murphy's Law gone wild. Anything that could have possibly gone wrong this week did go wrong, and in the worst possible ways. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Did I mention I hate it?

Wednesday, I had to cram big time for Nego and cut PIL for like the hundredth time because I hadn't read even a word of the readings. Well, that's IF the titles don't count.

Thursday, for the hundred millionth time, I found myself sleeping through class. I even tried to go to class though late but I chickened out at the last moment and ended up cursing myself. I went to hang out in the Winlaw room and found Mario there sleeping. When C.J. dropped by, I left my stuff with her and trudged over to the ledge near the Law Center where I always smoke. As my luck had it, there was an uber territorial cat there and he/she/it was bitching big time. I didn't want to assert my superior right over the space at the risk of having to get rabies shots like Al did in college, so I relinquished the space to the bitching cat and sat down on the steps alone. Again, just my luck, yet another professor, in the tradition of JJ Disini, Carlota, et.al. caught me smoking. I ended up dropping my cigarette like a hot potato when I saw him, and only later realized that my pack of Marlboro Menthols was right smack in the middle of his line of vision. Goddamn. I lit another one and began amusing myself with the supposed faculty statement re: GMA and the political crisis bonanza. Troy came along with the news that he just dropped his Foreign Investments class with Leonen. We went back to the Winlaw room where I isolated myself in one corner of the couch to engage in some self-torture. I swear to God, I could almost knock myself out! I have a problem na talaga. I have the worst sleeping habits, if any at all.

Around 12, Lianne drove me over to the Bahay ng Alumni where I opened an account for Winlaw. Oggs, Lianne, Chi, Daisy and I were supposed to have lunch over at Heaven and Eggs Timog, but the bank thing took so long I decided not to go anymore. I was hungry and tired and irritated with the world. I was broke as usual, but faced with the choices of (1) going back to school to eat cold oily food in the caf, or (2) have a leisurely lunch by myself in Chocolate Kiss, I opted for the latter. To hell with my budget. As it happened, there weren't so many people, as it was 2 o'clock or so in the afternoon. So there I was sitting alone at a table, having my puttanesca. Towards the end of my meal, I invited one of my college friends over but he was in class and couldn't go. (He texted around 2am though. I think he wanted to have a beer or something, but I was fast asleep and could not have possibly gone.) After dessert, (And yes, I had dessert. I wanted to be happy. And Devil's Food Cake makes me happy. So I had Devil's Food Cake. I don't know it the fact that I like Devil's Food Cake is any indication of my predisposition towards being evil.) I got the bill and decided to walk back to Malcolm to burn off at least a small portion of what I had previously ingested. I didn't know it was so far. I again went back to the Winlaw room and preoccupied myself with thoughts of self-destruction. Well, not exactly, I was just mad at the world.

Anyway, Sir Te gave us a free cut for Evidence so I hung out with C.J., Marie, Cherry, Mario (and later on, Lenny, one of the Winlaw apps from 1D, and Dionne dropped by) til we had to go to Succession. And THAT class took all of 15 minutes.

I went home and fixed my stuff as I always do, and ended up spending a good 320 getting my laundry done. I swear, I'm the brokest of the broke right now. I watched tv and fell asleep in the middle of the evening news. When I woke up, it was 4:30am, so I went back to sleep. My alarm went off at 7:30, but instead of getting out of bed and getting ready for class like a good student should have, I went back to sleep, and by the time I regained consciousness, it was 10am. Let me just point out here that I was supposed to have PIL 9-12 today, and if you've been paying attention, that's the class I've cut a million times. So you can imaging how sucky I felt when I checked for the time on my ancient phone. I still went to class though. REALLY LATE. And then it was off to lunch with the barkada in A Veneto. I know for a fact that I seriously feel bad because I wasn't in the mood to eat. Everything tasted like what old socks and crumbly rubber must taste like in theory. Nico, Oggs and Chi went home, while the rest of us decided to go to Transpo.

And then my life turned into living hell. I went to the bank to withdraw cash for this weekend's Winlaw BarOps, but as it turned out, Cherry had signed the wrong blank on the slip. It was 1:45. I had class 2-4. The bank closes at 4. Cherry was at work and couldn't leave til 4. I was down to my last 2 texts, and my phone was dying. AND I had no idea where Cherry's office was or how to get there. I got in touch with Cherry while I was pacing back and forth across the hall, and ended up taking the wrong jeep to Quezon Hall. This I realized when the jeep turned into some unknown street which did NOT lead to that naked statue of an exhibitionist. I got off, took another jeep which this time dropped me off a short distance away from my target destination. I found Cherry's office, got the new withdrawal slips signed, then tried to figure out a way to get to the bank then back to Malcolm. It was 2:30. With no cabs or jeeps or whatever in sight, I was about to panic when I decided to ask these 2 lovers for directions. I didn't completely understand what they were saying, as they were talking in this weird species of Tagalog which only what Mel calls "kanto boys" use. I got the gist of it (right, kinda left, cross the street) though. Why do people find it so difficult to give directions? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to say walk to the first corner, turn right, walk south and cross the street to the Bahay ng Alumni. Duh?!!

Anyway, I felt like I was about to cry while I was walking to the bank. It was hot, I was getting all sticky and sweaty. My hair was all over the place, and I didn't have a comb or tissue or alcohol, hand sanitizer, cologne, an umbrella, an extra shirt, or ANYTHING. All I had with me were my wallet, a bank passbook, enough money for fare, and blood, sweat and tears. I was tired and frustrated and mad and irritated. I had just had a really bad tiff with a guy friend I had previously missed to tears and then when I finally met up, we ended up fighting like we never had. =-( I had just gotten lost and had to walk along these roads I knew not... I could have died there and that would have been a good thing.

I finally got to the bank, withdrew what we needed, and walked back to Malcolm. I figured, since I'm already sweating like there's no tomorrow, lubusin ko na. Die die die. And then when I got to the Law Center, this BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL ant bit my arm and it hurt like hell! Don't know where it came from either. And the welt was getting bigger too. I fixed myself up a little then went to class. A nonexistent class. My blockmates were still there waiting for Avila but he didn't show. So we, well, most of us, went home. And now I'm ranting here so I don't end up committing mass murder.

Like I said, it's been one hell of a week, and it's over yet. Judging from how it's been the past few days, I'd say I should kill myself now and spare myself the trouble.

My last thoughts...
(1) Winlaw is killing me.
(2) I feel so fucking bad.
(3) I need a beer and a good long smoke.
(4) Shit, BarOps na bukas.
(5) I'm still not going to apologize.

I can now breathe.

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...

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.)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!!

Two years out of college and counting...

The first picrure was taken before Anj left for the States. We met up in Rockwell for one of the very few times we all manage to get together.

Front: Jen, Mons, Nico, Mon
2nd row: Mae, Jeland, Iyos, Lenny
3rd row: Titit, Bri, Impe, A.J., ME. Can't make out the other people...

Second and third are from my college grad.

I miss college. Ngangi, Lorraine and I were at the Gesu earlier. I just sat there like a fool reminiscing on how much fun I had in college. Lorraine doesn't share my nostalgia though. SHE wishes she'd gone to La Salle instead. Says most of her friends are there. Yeah, it IS tough not knowing anybody. The only people from MY batch who went to Ateneo were Sands, Jenna and myself, and we were in different blocks. Sands was in LM, Jenna was in SoS, I was in Philo. I didn't know anybody in Eliazo. I knew JR Manguiat from Cervini, but we were only acquainted because of Bulik (school paper) work in high school. But I survived, and I had a grand time. Things just kept getting better, and more interesting. College saw me through some PRETTTTY interesting moments, the most embarrassing of which involved Chicharitos, a 750ml bottle of El Hombre Tequila and my college roommates... Go figure.

I don't remember ever being bored those 4 years I spent in Ateneo and in Eliazo. If anything, I could have begged off from life a bit. And grad, my god. Man, it flooded talaga! I'm not kidding. All my pictures from after the ceremony show a bunch of puffy-eyed twenty-somethings in blue togas forcing smiles after having cried so much our eyes hurt.

Aside from Chi, who of course I still live with, Sands (who happens to be my neighbor), Nico, Jen, Mon and Judy, I rarely see any of those people who made the 16th to 20th years of my life so interesting. I still go to mass in Ateneo though. A lot of them are in Ateneo law. Some are working. Some are travelling around the world. And some went back to their respective provinces to take over family businesses and the like. We try to keep in touch, but it's not the same. And I have law school to contend with even in my dreams. Hay. I miss Ateneo.

Ingenuity pure and simple.

Daisy and I managed to create this DURING class out of staple wire, a ruler, paper clips, and God knows what else. Note the perfect symmetry and balance. Does anybody doubt that class is a big old bore? (I think this was Torts class with Sison...)

On the first day of yet another long weekend

I couldn't believe it either til I read about it, and I still have reservations as to whether or not he really is dead. Aw shucks, there goes another one. Super crush ko pa naman siya when I was younger. =(

http://www.findadeath.com/Deceased/b/brandis/jonathonbrandis.htm

On a lighter note, check out this article: (particularly for people in law school or those who have already passed the godforsaken bar)

http://www.gretchenrubin.com/books/restatement_full.html

As for me, it's back to work again in a while. I have a grand long weekend plan for Evidence and Succession. My barkada says I'm crazy for NOT cutting the classes that are extremely cuttable and cutting those where attendance matters. Oh well. I don't like attending them eh. Bakit ba. In any case, darn. Jonathan Brandis is dead... Sob.

Taking a break from Harry Potter

I've been reading book 6 all day. Well, that part of the day when I was actually conscious, anyway. I cut Tax today. Wasn't feeling up to facing the rigors of a 4-hour class. I missed a bit, or so I hear. Yet another professor walked out on our block. Haha! Oh well. Sorrrreeee!

Anyway, I think nosiness and divine intervention just saved me from reliving a sordid affair-slash-disaster. Some people just never change. Tsk tsk... I should know better. I guess I'm just a masochist in disguise. Good thing he didn't get to me THIS time. That would have been sheer and simple stupidity.

Hot hot hot.

Talk about random thoughts and ramblings and shit.

Hot hot hot. And it's not a good thing. I mean sweltering heat. It's like an oven in here. Or maybe I'm just getting sick. At the rate I HAVEN'T been taking care of my health, I wouldn't be surprised if I just dropped dead in a few seconds. Maybe it's psychosomatic or whatever. It's getting me a bit worried though. I don't normally develop bruises out of nowhere (and no, none of THAT either), and I'm one of the least sickly people I know. Irritating. Maybe I'm dying. Yay. At least that means I don't have to go to class anymore. No more PIL!!!

In any case, I rescinded my contract with Marie. Legal title over -ahem- now re-vests in her. And I sing... -Ahem, ahem- "I quit, I give up..." (Don't know the lyrics after that na.) It SO does not pay to be good or to be idealistic in this day and age. Well, according to Mario, he's the poster boy for being idealistic yet having fun. As for me, it's back to square one. My frustration has reached new heights, ladies and gents.

I just have no idea why I'm stuck in this godawful rut I'm in. Can't think, can't focus, can't concentrate... If I weren't a hundred percent sure I wasn't, I'd be inclined to think I'm in love. Haha! Yeah. Sure. With my dog! =p

Inter-A thing was Saturday night, some compound in Cubao, along Aurora. It was ok, first time in a couple of months that I had a beer. Or two. Or three. Or a lot. But I was uber sober when I got home. 'Nuff time to get myself into trouble again. Double whammy early Sunday morning.One through text, one in person. Problem with me is when it comes to SOME people, I think too little and end up being too honest for my own good. I'm telling you, it SO does not pay to be honest. It'll just get you into trouble. Arggh. Just my luck to be trapped in between a rock and a hard place.

Well, welcome to my life.

And if that weren't enough for me, I'm consciously willingly getting myself into something which has, in the past, at least twice over, proven to be the fastest way into hell. Stupid idea, but I can't help myself. Well, actually, I can. But I'm bored. I need some excitement. (Yes, I know, I basically countered my entire tirade on how bad things are right now. Poor excuse.)

And all this incoherence is getting me nowhere. But hey, it can only be uphill from here.

Just about .

I cut both Nego and PIL today. Somehow, I couldn't convince myself to get out of bed until late in the afternoon. Haven't been all that inspired to go to school or to study lately. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the little tiff I had with my dad a few days ago. Or maybe I'm just not meant for law. Well, too late to back out NOW. I'm already on my third f-ing year. Might as well get it over and done with. Too much at stake if I quit. It's just my sanity and peace of mind that will suffer if I don't. Twisted logic. I know.

Anyway, on to better and brighter things... I went to the Ateneo Alumni Mass at the Gesu last Sunday with Joven. I was actually up really early (for me, anyway) on a bright and sunny Sunday morning. Took a shower, got dressed, and waited for Joven to call or text that he was downstairs already. As usual, he was right on time. After he picked me up at the condo, we went over to the Gesu. As all the parking slots at the dorm were filled, we ended up in front of the J.R. Better, actually. It's a bit farther to the Gesu from there than from the dorm, but Ateneo's just breathtaking on Sundays, especially now that everything's just sparkling green, and it's not scorching hot anymore. Mass was ok. Fr. Mac's homily was comme ci comme ca. I usually prefer the Filipino Jesuits. There were more people last Sunday than at the previous alumni masses I've been to. Didn't see anybody familiar there though. The one thing I distinctly remember was the teeny feeling of relief-slash-comfort that I felt when I was walking back to the back of the Gesu after communion and Joven was there.

After mass, we went around Ateneo looking for fire tree seed pods / seedlings. I'm NOT kidding. Joven wanted to get one for their front yard. And he didn't want to buy daw when he could just get one for free. Well, after scouring the J.R. yard, under the tree near the gym, the one beside the SEC, and the one in between Gonzaga and Berchmans, we ended up empty-handed and famished. Funny kid. So then it was off to lunch. I couldn't think of anywhere in particular I wanted to binge, and Joven didn't want to decide, so we ended up NOT in Eastwood or Libis where he originally wanted to go. Instead, we found ourselves in good old World Topps. Katipunan. =p Blame it on my indecisiveness. Lunch was still fun though. I saw a few familiar faces from the dorm there. It's always interesting talking to Joven anyway. (Plus the fact that we had tons to talk about, as we hadn't seen each other or had a decent conversation since after Christmas.) Conversation-wise, I'd rate him around the same level as Franco and Nico. And that's pretty damn high.

An hour and a half and a bowlful of salpicao later, it was time to go home. I had to get started on Nego, and Joven had to go to a meeting in Makati. And so went my rendezvous with one of my oldest, closest and most treasured friends. Not sure when we'll see each other again, but I hope it will be very soon. I really do miss him. He's the older brother I never had and more. Well, that's life. You can't always get what you want. Tell me about it.

Another result of a tax free cut

I've recently come to terms with the fact that some things, and some people, really are quite transient in nature. No matter how hard one tries to sustain some relationships, sometimes, what it seemed to be is so not what it really is, or was. Could I be more vague about it? Rhetorical question, but yes, I could try. =p

Moving on to better and brighter things... I'm going to 1st Sunday Ateneo Alumni Mass tomorrow at the Gesu with Joven. Last time I saw him was for like half a minute 2 months ago when I ran into him in Cantina. Since then, we've been out of touch. We're both busy, I guess, and our schedules don't quite match. Pardon the nostalgia, but I do miss the days when he dropped by the house every weekend. But then again, that was WAY back when we were both a lot younger. Come to think of it, I've known him since I was 9. Talk about intervening circumstances. Thirteen years' worth. Last time we seriously talked was a few days after Christmas, I think. He dropped by the house one night and we had a long conversation about family and life and all. Few days after that, silly me hitched a ride with him back to Manila and pestered him about, well, everything. Prior to that, I think the last time I talked to him was the night L.A. and I broke up. Fact. He's always been there when I needed him most. Happy happy happy. Hope everything pushes through tomorrow.

Another friend I've been out of touch with is Kiel. Since he switched jobs, I haven't really heard from him all that much. I wonder how that weirdo is doing...

Man, come to think of it, I haven't been in touch with a lot of my non-law school friends lately... But I've been trying to make up for lost time with those who happen to be in the country. Monica, last I heard, graduated from UC San Diego and is probably back in Silverton. Tildz naman is now a proud mom na. She's all the way in New Jersey though. And Dobz has gained weight since she moved to Canada. Arghh, that reminds me, Monica's birthday was last Monday...

Hmm... Mass email is the answer...

The result of a tax free cut

1.Song playing at the moment?
Some obscure song.

2.One reason for living?
The fact that I exist.

3.Ever donated blood?
Nope. Not particularly fond of needles...

5.Fav color(s)?
Blue, white (though last I heard, it's not considered a color), red, pink, beige/tan/camel, black

6.Accessories you usually wear?
Pearl earrings / necklace, watch, bracelets,anklet, brooch, belt... Though not all at the same time. (Sana lang.)

7.One song to describe a heartbreak in the past?
"And one day soon it's gonna happen to you, and when it does, it won't be pretty." - from that song by Moonpools and Caterpillars

8.Last place you went?
The Landbank ATM machine beside Mocha Blends. I ran out of cash.

9.Last person you went out with?
My barkada (Oggs, Nico, Lianne, Mia, Chi. Daisy was in Tarlac, Jen went to the gym.). We had a late lunch / early dinner lamon festival sa A Veneto after Avila gave us a free cut for Transpo last Friday.

10.The most boring sport?
Haven't tried anything that turned out to be boring.

11.Ever had a baby?
Thank God I've never had one!

12.Last movie uve seen?
War of the Worlds, with NIco, Jen and Oggs. Comme ci comme ca.

13.Any piercings or tattoo?
Piercing, yes, but sa ears lang. My dad is going to kill me if I get anything else pierced. Tattoos, no. Too much of a scaredy cat.

15.Act on stage before?
Nope. I always volunteered to write the script instead. Too tamad to go to rehearsals.

16.Struck by lightning before?
Uh, no...

17.Danced with your loved one before?
Yes. So sweet...

18.Ever wished you could turn back time?
Crosses my mind sometimes, but then I remember if I did turn back time, I'd have to retake a couple of midterm and final exams again. Wag na.

19.What would you do if you woke up one day to find yourself to be with someone from the opposite sex?
Kung guwapo, ok lang. Kung pangit, I'd run like hell and take a long shower. Hehe!

20.One song that's meaningful to you?
Not just one eh. Moonlight, As time goes by,That's all, What a wonderful world, Somewhere over the rainbow, Someone to watch over me. Don't bother to ask why.

21.Last person you met for the first time?
Some guy. Can't remember his name. JJ ata.

22.What will you be doing tomorrow?
Going to the Ateneo alumni mass at the Gesu and probably lunch with Joven. No plans for after that. Sana movie.

23.Who's your favorite F4 member?
Dati si Vic, now si Ken.

24.One thing you totally regret?
Spending too little time thinking before acting.

25.Do people like you?
Well, my friends do.

26.What was the last game you played on the computer?
Can't remember. Probably Text Twist or Bounced Out or something.

27.Someone who means a lot to you at the moment?
My family, my friends. As for someone special, wala eh.

28.The color of your mobile phone?
Navy blue.

29. Do you hate someone at the moment?
No naman.

30. What do you wish to happen now?
To be able to really relax kasi tapos na chores and responsibilities ko. It's been a long month.

Weekend thoughts

Paraphrasing Nico, the master of euphemisms and word-twisting and word-manipulation, although I may indulge myself in stilettos, I eventually end up dreaming of the comfortable sneaker on the shelf. It may not be centerfold material, and it may not be all that exciting, but it's comfortable, and at the end of the day, I'm happy.

On recent events... As much as girls are so doomed, having to deal with guys as members of the opposite sex, a lot of guys are also so malas, having to deal with psychotic episodes of some girls, like a couple of people I happen to be friends with. Oh gawd, the horror. As for me, I'm even more doomed, as I have to deal with both warring parties. Sometimes it sucks to be me.