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.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
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. =)
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. =)
Monday, September 05, 2005
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...)
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...)
Friday, September 02, 2005
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.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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...
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.)
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Ack.
CAVEAT: If you value your life and/or your sanity, stay away from me for the next couple of days please. No kidding. See details below.
Dude! What's up with the hormones?!!! Blech. Awful awful awful. I've been hiding from the world in general for the past 2 days, as I've basically been on the verge of committing mass murder. I'm still hormonal today, but I have to get started on our Transpo midterm, so I'm working alone today. If I so much as open my mouth, I swear to God, I'll get into a bloody catfight or something.
I swear to God, the world is against me. Was I really all that evil in my past life / lives? Maybe I'm Nero or Hitler reincarnated. Or Jack the Ripper maybe. Aw shucks. No lucky stars to thank here. And the girl sitting next to me is going psycho. Hey, at least I keep it to myself. =p
I think I'm going to kill the bitch. Grrr... Pwede ba?!!! People really should NOT break into song in public.
Dude! What's up with the hormones?!!! Blech. Awful awful awful. I've been hiding from the world in general for the past 2 days, as I've basically been on the verge of committing mass murder. I'm still hormonal today, but I have to get started on our Transpo midterm, so I'm working alone today. If I so much as open my mouth, I swear to God, I'll get into a bloody catfight or something.
I swear to God, the world is against me. Was I really all that evil in my past life / lives? Maybe I'm Nero or Hitler reincarnated. Or Jack the Ripper maybe. Aw shucks. No lucky stars to thank here. And the girl sitting next to me is going psycho. Hey, at least I keep it to myself. =p
I think I'm going to kill the bitch. Grrr... Pwede ba?!!! People really should NOT break into song in public.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Weird but amusing
Whoa. Someone's been searching for my name sa Google. Now THAT's weird. Oh, and someone anonymous guy sent me an email. Didn't leave his name though. So I don't know if it was someone I know or just someone.
In any case, I got back from school like an hour ago. We had Tax 1 with Jude Ocampo. It was a good class, that one, compared to the past sessions we've had. Mario was called again. Guess recit's back to zero nga talaga. Clean slate. Tabula rasa. I could go on and on.
I almost got called too. See, I transferred to another seat (same row) because some grand A-HOLE messed up my place. What a grand disgusting mess too. He/She (but I'm assuming it was a guy) left a humongous sticky stripe that went diagonally across my space. Ewww!!! I wasn't going to clean THAT up. Malay ko ba kung ano yun. So anyway, Sir was calling yata this girl who's not from our block, Ms. Reyes or someone. I'm guessing SHE's the one who was supposed to be sitting in the seat I usurped. Eh he was looking in my direction. I was like, uh, what, that's not me, am I supposed to recite? So the issue now is, what determines being called for recitation, (1) the professor's looking in your direction expecting you to recite, OR (2) the professor's calling your name. In my case, neither. I just sat there with eyes big as saucers trying to decide whether or no to recite. My blockmates, after about two seconds of wondering who Ms. Reyes was, told JBO that she was absent.
Oh yeah, Jen, Chi, P.Y. and I went over to that place near Capitol where we're having our Winlaw acquaintance party. =) It's pretty nice. We're all meeting on Monday for Barops arrangements and acquaintance party stuff. (As the Winlaw VP for Finance, may I just exclaim a million grand OUCHes!!! Magtipid kayo!!! =p)
So there. I have one day for self-actualization (Harhar! What a word!) then it's back to work for that godawful Nego on Monday. Yech.
In any case, I got back from school like an hour ago. We had Tax 1 with Jude Ocampo. It was a good class, that one, compared to the past sessions we've had. Mario was called again. Guess recit's back to zero nga talaga. Clean slate. Tabula rasa. I could go on and on.
I almost got called too. See, I transferred to another seat (same row) because some grand A-HOLE messed up my place. What a grand disgusting mess too. He/She (but I'm assuming it was a guy) left a humongous sticky stripe that went diagonally across my space. Ewww!!! I wasn't going to clean THAT up. Malay ko ba kung ano yun. So anyway, Sir was calling yata this girl who's not from our block, Ms. Reyes or someone. I'm guessing SHE's the one who was supposed to be sitting in the seat I usurped. Eh he was looking in my direction. I was like, uh, what, that's not me, am I supposed to recite? So the issue now is, what determines being called for recitation, (1) the professor's looking in your direction expecting you to recite, OR (2) the professor's calling your name. In my case, neither. I just sat there with eyes big as saucers trying to decide whether or no to recite. My blockmates, after about two seconds of wondering who Ms. Reyes was, told JBO that she was absent.
Oh yeah, Jen, Chi, P.Y. and I went over to that place near Capitol where we're having our Winlaw acquaintance party. =) It's pretty nice. We're all meeting on Monday for Barops arrangements and acquaintance party stuff. (As the Winlaw VP for Finance, may I just exclaim a million grand OUCHes!!! Magtipid kayo!!! =p)
So there. I have one day for self-actualization (Harhar! What a word!) then it's back to work for that godawful Nego on Monday. Yech.
Speaking of random
I previously posted an entry with the words "I just want to roll over and die." And there were like a dozen hits from Google or other searches. You'd be amazed at how many people search for those words. I don't know if I'm missing out on some pop culture thing here or people are just turning suicidal.
Event #1: It's never going to happen.
Event #2: It COULD happen, but I'm willing it not to.
Event #3: Oh gawd. Bound to happen. I'm set on the express lane shortcut there.
Anyhoo...
Maybe alternate universes do exist. Lately, I've been hearing things about me even I didn't know: things I allegedly said/didn't say, did/didn't do... It's so surreal... Not nice though, but hilarious in a peculiar sort of way. The world has gone haywire on me again.
Or maybe I've gone bonkers... Hmmm... Nah. I don't think so.
In any case, I recently discovered the song that best describes my aspirations in life. Hehe! More like my present state of mind: Wake me up when September ends (Green Day). Then I'll resurrect to wreck the world again. Harharhar! Hay. Right now, it's just driving me insane. I'm right on the very edge of sanity here with all this going on all at the same time. Man! Gimme a break, willya?!! I'd rather have boredom than this. Well, not really. But you get the point.
Event #1: It's never going to happen.
Event #2: It COULD happen, but I'm willing it not to.
Event #3: Oh gawd. Bound to happen. I'm set on the express lane shortcut there.
Anyhoo...
Maybe alternate universes do exist. Lately, I've been hearing things about me even I didn't know: things I allegedly said/didn't say, did/didn't do... It's so surreal... Not nice though, but hilarious in a peculiar sort of way. The world has gone haywire on me again.
Or maybe I've gone bonkers... Hmmm... Nah. I don't think so.
In any case, I recently discovered the song that best describes my aspirations in life. Hehe! More like my present state of mind: Wake me up when September ends (Green Day). Then I'll resurrect to wreck the world again. Harharhar! Hay. Right now, it's just driving me insane. I'm right on the very edge of sanity here with all this going on all at the same time. Man! Gimme a break, willya?!! I'd rather have boredom than this. Well, not really. But you get the point.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Major binge day.
Hah. Like I don't do that every day.
Anyway, as usual, I had to to through hell just to coerce myself to go to class today. I hate Mondays and Wednesdays. Nego and PIl. Gawd, the horror of it all. In any case, I didn't get called today. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that after my initial sacrificial lamb phase, I've suddenly become ultra-invisible in class. Hmm... Maybe my first recits were so bad they decided to forego the rest for fear of the nightmares they may induce. Hehe! But really, I am kinda worried.
The day started out with an empty stomach, and now I could get arrested for gluttony. I had lunch / dinner when I got home from class, started writing my Succession digests then realized I was running out of correction tape. When I went over to National Bookstore, they'd run out of the brand I use now. They didn't have the refill either. Anyone who knows me at all would realize how much of a disaster that is for me. So to console myself, I bought new envelopes and folders for my digests. I plan to rearrange my stuff (again) in a while. And I ended up buying the correction tape I used before. The penis-shaped kind. I am SO not kidding. It's so suggestive it's scary. And no, I am not on anything. It's really cute. And I don't mean that in a nasty sense.
As for my point... So there I was doing my thing amongst all those gadgety things when my roommates had this sudden urge to go have an extra huge ice cream at the Shakey's ice cream bar. Well, I'm a sucker for sweets, and everything else, so I let myself get badgered into going. I don't regret it but I think we piled up the ice cream and the toppings too high. Now my brain is not functioning. I almost spelled "brain" with two R's and two I's. Aggh.
And as a tribute to my current state as a professional bum who happens to be in law school, I rented Sideways, A Very Long Engagement, and Shall we Dance. For tonight and tomorrow after class. Or maybe just tonight. Hehe!
My second happy thought: I'M GOING TO BAGUIO NEXT WEEK!!! =) Yay! Yipeedooyay!!! Hurray hurray hurrah!!! =p Yep. I'm leaving after Succession class on the 17th, and I'll be back Monday morning or a bit before lunch, just in time to cram for Nego and PIL, those godawful subjects. That's four days of fresh pine-scented air. Ahh... Heaven... And Tita Susan just moved to a new place in Eagle's Crest. (Well, at least I think that's the name of the village...) I'll be lounging around the entire weekend with family. Tito Iggy's going to be there too, so it's going to be a sort of family reunion. Not to mention free stuff. (It pays to be one of the youngest there AND be a student, i.e. unemployed and in need of everything people will offer.) Yay!!! I'm not so sure if Mama and Ate Shirley will be going though... Oh, and my roommates might come too. In any case, Jem's going to be there. I miss that little kid. Well, he's not so little anymore. He's a high school sophomore. On the Saint Louis basketball team. Gawd. And I remember him as the little kid I used to run around after. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong the next couple of days.
(Insert hearts here.) =p Wala lang. I won't preempt it.
So there. I'm off to get my affairs in order.
Anyway, as usual, I had to to through hell just to coerce myself to go to class today. I hate Mondays and Wednesdays. Nego and PIl. Gawd, the horror of it all. In any case, I didn't get called today. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that after my initial sacrificial lamb phase, I've suddenly become ultra-invisible in class. Hmm... Maybe my first recits were so bad they decided to forego the rest for fear of the nightmares they may induce. Hehe! But really, I am kinda worried.
The day started out with an empty stomach, and now I could get arrested for gluttony. I had lunch / dinner when I got home from class, started writing my Succession digests then realized I was running out of correction tape. When I went over to National Bookstore, they'd run out of the brand I use now. They didn't have the refill either. Anyone who knows me at all would realize how much of a disaster that is for me. So to console myself, I bought new envelopes and folders for my digests. I plan to rearrange my stuff (again) in a while. And I ended up buying the correction tape I used before. The penis-shaped kind. I am SO not kidding. It's so suggestive it's scary. And no, I am not on anything. It's really cute. And I don't mean that in a nasty sense.
As for my point... So there I was doing my thing amongst all those gadgety things when my roommates had this sudden urge to go have an extra huge ice cream at the Shakey's ice cream bar. Well, I'm a sucker for sweets, and everything else, so I let myself get badgered into going. I don't regret it but I think we piled up the ice cream and the toppings too high. Now my brain is not functioning. I almost spelled "brain" with two R's and two I's. Aggh.
And as a tribute to my current state as a professional bum who happens to be in law school, I rented Sideways, A Very Long Engagement, and Shall we Dance. For tonight and tomorrow after class. Or maybe just tonight. Hehe!
My second happy thought: I'M GOING TO BAGUIO NEXT WEEK!!! =) Yay! Yipeedooyay!!! Hurray hurray hurrah!!! =p Yep. I'm leaving after Succession class on the 17th, and I'll be back Monday morning or a bit before lunch, just in time to cram for Nego and PIL, those godawful subjects. That's four days of fresh pine-scented air. Ahh... Heaven... And Tita Susan just moved to a new place in Eagle's Crest. (Well, at least I think that's the name of the village...) I'll be lounging around the entire weekend with family. Tito Iggy's going to be there too, so it's going to be a sort of family reunion. Not to mention free stuff. (It pays to be one of the youngest there AND be a student, i.e. unemployed and in need of everything people will offer.) Yay!!! I'm not so sure if Mama and Ate Shirley will be going though... Oh, and my roommates might come too. In any case, Jem's going to be there. I miss that little kid. Well, he's not so little anymore. He's a high school sophomore. On the Saint Louis basketball team. Gawd. And I remember him as the little kid I used to run around after. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong the next couple of days.
(Insert hearts here.) =p Wala lang. I won't preempt it.
So there. I'm off to get my affairs in order.
Friday, August 05, 2005
The thirteenth tooth
Sorry. Hehe. I got so bored earlier I started counting my teeth. I zoomed in on reality just after I reached lucky number thirteen for the nth time. Figured it would make a good title for something. =p
Anyway, Cherry, Jen, Monica, Marie, Bianx and I had dinner with Ma'am Rowie in Chocolate Kiss earlier. It wasn't half as bad as I expected. Well, given the fact that I was toying with the thought of anything short of massacre and bloodshed, I guess it could not have possibly surpassed that. Hahaha!
Hay. So there. Another week down. I cut only one class this week, and that was the class that didn't really require my attendance. See, I fully intended to get up and out of bed this morning at 7 to prepare to go to school for our 9-12am PIL makeup class. Our Tax 1 professor (Itago na lang natin siya sa initials na JBO. Hehehe! Can't mention his name. His wife gets an email whenever his name appears anywhere online. =p) lectured on the GATT for 3 hours. I'll take Jen's word for it that it was godawfully boring. Anyway, I went to bed at 2am with, honestly, a real and tangible intention to go to class although I hadn't even peeked at the readings, and I had barely started writing my digests for Transpo. What a f-ing martyr. Haha!
ANYWAY... So my alarm went off at 7, but the world seemed so drab and not worth my while. My warm bed seemed like a much better option, especially with the overcast sky and rain and all. Then I got Mario's text that he wasn't going to THAT class either. Well, that did it for me. I shut my eyes and drifted off into Neverneverland. When I woke up (again), it was 1pm and I had to make my next big decision for the day---WON to go to Transpo class. See, I sincerely intended (again) to volunteer for today's class. I spent 15 minutes trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I was successful this time. Got two texts from Mario to honor our 1-week old treaty not to cut class unless BOTH of us agreed to cut. And then class and then the world.
"Oh, oh!" And the Dean paces from the front door to the far end of the board and back to his space---that little corner by the front door. He breaks down and shivers, "I'm safe in my space, I'm safe in my space..." --> Fascinating scenario, innit? Well, he does tend to hang around that area a lot. Anyway, that brings me to my next point. Miguel's EIC of the PLJ this year. Judy and Jojo also made it. Plus a couple of sophomores. Good for them. =)
I so hope I've learned something from law school. It's my own fault that I've been so much of a delinquent the past 2+ years in terms of studying. I've told myself a million times it's for my own good, I'M the one who's going to benefit (or suffer the consequences), it's my last chance to redeem myself, blah blah blah blah blah. And now I'm trying to convince myself to listen to my own sermon. Gurggh. Haghaghaghagha. Fine. I shall now retire into my safety zone. Mucho bedtime!!!
Anyway, Cherry, Jen, Monica, Marie, Bianx and I had dinner with Ma'am Rowie in Chocolate Kiss earlier. It wasn't half as bad as I expected. Well, given the fact that I was toying with the thought of anything short of massacre and bloodshed, I guess it could not have possibly surpassed that. Hahaha!
Hay. So there. Another week down. I cut only one class this week, and that was the class that didn't really require my attendance. See, I fully intended to get up and out of bed this morning at 7 to prepare to go to school for our 9-12am PIL makeup class. Our Tax 1 professor (Itago na lang natin siya sa initials na JBO. Hehehe! Can't mention his name. His wife gets an email whenever his name appears anywhere online. =p) lectured on the GATT for 3 hours. I'll take Jen's word for it that it was godawfully boring. Anyway, I went to bed at 2am with, honestly, a real and tangible intention to go to class although I hadn't even peeked at the readings, and I had barely started writing my digests for Transpo. What a f-ing martyr. Haha!
ANYWAY... So my alarm went off at 7, but the world seemed so drab and not worth my while. My warm bed seemed like a much better option, especially with the overcast sky and rain and all. Then I got Mario's text that he wasn't going to THAT class either. Well, that did it for me. I shut my eyes and drifted off into Neverneverland. When I woke up (again), it was 1pm and I had to make my next big decision for the day---WON to go to Transpo class. See, I sincerely intended (again) to volunteer for today's class. I spent 15 minutes trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I was successful this time. Got two texts from Mario to honor our 1-week old treaty not to cut class unless BOTH of us agreed to cut. And then class and then the world.
"Oh, oh!" And the Dean paces from the front door to the far end of the board and back to his space---that little corner by the front door. He breaks down and shivers, "I'm safe in my space, I'm safe in my space..." --> Fascinating scenario, innit? Well, he does tend to hang around that area a lot. Anyway, that brings me to my next point. Miguel's EIC of the PLJ this year. Judy and Jojo also made it. Plus a couple of sophomores. Good for them. =)
I so hope I've learned something from law school. It's my own fault that I've been so much of a delinquent the past 2+ years in terms of studying. I've told myself a million times it's for my own good, I'M the one who's going to benefit (or suffer the consequences), it's my last chance to redeem myself, blah blah blah blah blah. And now I'm trying to convince myself to listen to my own sermon. Gurggh. Haghaghaghagha. Fine. I shall now retire into my safety zone. Mucho bedtime!!!
Friday, July 29, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, July 18, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
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...
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...
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