/start rant
I think I've waited long enough. Danzou already became Hokage, Sasuke and Tobi wrecked the Kage Summit, there is an impending war in the Ninja World, Sakura already confessed whatever she is feeling towards Naruto, and Yamato is proclaiming Kakashi as the new Hokage. We now know the extent of Sasuke's powers and the things hidden under Danzou's bandages. Heck, even the powers that Danzou's roots have been unraveled.
What about Hinata? C'mon, Kishimoto, you can do better than that. I've waited at least 25 episodes already. For a Naru-Hina Shipper, that's long enough.. I am still waiting for that "reaction" that Naruto is supposed to have with regard to Hinata's love confession, but no... Nothing. As in ... NOTHING! How long will I have to wait?
What are your plans for Hinata? Can you give me at least a little clue?
/end rant.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A Reformed Me
I don't know where to post my hodge podge thought. This is supposed to be a reaction paper in my Legal Counseling class. But because of the fact that I don't know how to react at all, I ended up making something that has nothing to do with the project. However, I still intend to pass this. Sayang naman.
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Few years ago, being proud is one of the traits that I fear, I may never lose up to the day I die. When I chose to go to law school after finishing college, some of my friends told me that I am in the right path, after all, most lawyers that they know are as proud as me. After about a week in law school, my so-called 'pride' and self-esteem hit an all-time low. I barely have a proud bone in my body anymore. Thanks to most of my professors, I managed to keep my feet on the ground. I learned that I am human and I still have much more to learn. At first, I don't understand what's with the recitations and humiliations. I thought being a lawyer is all about flaunting how good a person is when it comes to the law and finding loopholes in it. I entered law school feeling confident that I can do what most lawyers do, to lie and not to get caught, to boast but still appear intelligent, and to flaunt their knowledge but still look decent. What I am experiencing in law school is nowhere near those things. I can't lie at all, the professors know when I did and didn't study. They seem to have a psychic instinct. As for boasting, I feel like there is nothing to boast at all. All the achievements that I accumulated in high school and college doesn't seem to be applicable in law school at all. Lastly, on flaunting knowledge, I never feel confident at all whenever I am reciting in front of my professor. Even though I studied long and hard, the professors always find some question to throw at me that I don't know how to answer. How they do that, up to now, I still have no idea.
It will be lying if I say that I never felt out of place in my three years in San Beda College of Law. Most of the time, I had jitters. I always ask myself, "Is this path really for me?" Does learning the law worth every ounce of losing my former self? An unexpected answer came when I went to a court proceeding and watched it personally. The proceeding is nowhere near what people see in television. The real court room is smaller, there's not much space to walk, nor much space to sit. I found out that the fictional court room scenario that one sees on television where the lawyer can stand up and walk in front while asking the witness, is just that, a fiction, something created by television stations to give an interesting touch to a somewhat dull court room. Most people inside the court room have the so-called "pokerface" look. No one is laughing nor talking. Everyone is silent save for the defense lawyer who asks questions, the witnesses who answers it, and the clerk of court who translates everything from one language to another (English to Filipino and vice-versa). All three have voices that I can barely hear. There is conviction with every word they say but I am amazed because they managed to convey such conviction on such low voices. As for me and my companions, we were all holding our breaths. We avoid making unnecessary movements for fear of calling the judge's attention. Who knows, he might put us in contempt of court for disrupting court proceedings.
The interesting part in this court room scenario is the case itself. From what I can inferred, the case that the judge is hearing that day is about violation of Dangerous Drugs Act. The witness, who apparently, is also the accused, was giving her testimony on how she was captured by the policemen who charged her. While I was half-listening and half-observing, the big revealing answer to my mind-boggling question came to me in a rush. How dare I to question if I belong here. Of course I do. For as long as I can remember, I always dream to become a lawyer. There might be some time when I question that dream, but still, at the back of my mind, the desire is there. It is my life-long dream, and I am few years away from achieving it. Here I am, sitting in a court room, being here and watching this scenario. Something tells me that few years from now, I should be one of those two person sitting in front, busying myself with the matters of cases, I don't care whether I am a prosecutor or a defense lawyer, it is being a lawyer that matters.
I might never realize up to that moment, but I like the real court more than the fictional one. Yes, the facilities and ambience might not be nowhere near comparison since court rooms on televisions are way above "nice", "sweet" and "classy". But still, the fact that the real court room offers a much serious approach makes me think that I will choose the real one over the one in television. The real court room depicts something that no television can portray. It has a certain touch that one cannot capture on camera. I keep dwelling on that thought until I figured it out. I like the real court room scene more because it offers more room for sympathy, for emotions. It is reality in its best. Something is at stake, it is not just a story. One wrong something and the judge might have sentenced an innocent person for a few years in jail. One wrong something, and the guilty person might be freed from the crime that he should've been paying dear. All of these, it is there. Inside that small room with inadequate ventilation and seating. The lives of several accused is placed on the hand of their lawyers and the judge.
For once in my life, I found a meaning. I realized that I've been looking at it in different places. Of course law school is the first step, it is where I am re-socialized and taught on the technical aspects of being a lawyer. But the education does not end when I graduate there, it is only just beginning. The things that law school is showing me is just a glimpse, a mere overview, a bird's eye view, the tip of the iceberg. The professors are hardening us not because they want to. All the taunting, the sarcasm, the humiliation and the belittling, it is for something, it is not just because they are power-tripping. My professors wanted us to become better persons, not just proud lawyers. They want us to feel what it is like to be humbled so we can serve other people. That's what lawyering should be. Serving the people, being a public servant, enabling the masses to reach the justice that they deserve. Inside the four walls of that court room, I found more answers to the questions that I have. Staying there for just 3-4 hours has enabled me to adequately understand the true meaning of being a lawyer. They are not just there to rule, they are there to fight. The ability to bring condemn or free men with words, that is what the profession boasts. I promised myself right then and there that I will do everything to become a good lawyer if I ever passed the BAR. My purpose now is different, I no longer think of law as a profession for those with high pride. I no longer want to become a lawyer to have an excuse applying my proud side. I know what I should do now. I am a reformed me.
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Few years ago, being proud is one of the traits that I fear, I may never lose up to the day I die. When I chose to go to law school after finishing college, some of my friends told me that I am in the right path, after all, most lawyers that they know are as proud as me. After about a week in law school, my so-called 'pride' and self-esteem hit an all-time low. I barely have a proud bone in my body anymore. Thanks to most of my professors, I managed to keep my feet on the ground. I learned that I am human and I still have much more to learn. At first, I don't understand what's with the recitations and humiliations. I thought being a lawyer is all about flaunting how good a person is when it comes to the law and finding loopholes in it. I entered law school feeling confident that I can do what most lawyers do, to lie and not to get caught, to boast but still appear intelligent, and to flaunt their knowledge but still look decent. What I am experiencing in law school is nowhere near those things. I can't lie at all, the professors know when I did and didn't study. They seem to have a psychic instinct. As for boasting, I feel like there is nothing to boast at all. All the achievements that I accumulated in high school and college doesn't seem to be applicable in law school at all. Lastly, on flaunting knowledge, I never feel confident at all whenever I am reciting in front of my professor. Even though I studied long and hard, the professors always find some question to throw at me that I don't know how to answer. How they do that, up to now, I still have no idea.
It will be lying if I say that I never felt out of place in my three years in San Beda College of Law. Most of the time, I had jitters. I always ask myself, "Is this path really for me?" Does learning the law worth every ounce of losing my former self? An unexpected answer came when I went to a court proceeding and watched it personally. The proceeding is nowhere near what people see in television. The real court room is smaller, there's not much space to walk, nor much space to sit. I found out that the fictional court room scenario that one sees on television where the lawyer can stand up and walk in front while asking the witness, is just that, a fiction, something created by television stations to give an interesting touch to a somewhat dull court room. Most people inside the court room have the so-called "pokerface" look. No one is laughing nor talking. Everyone is silent save for the defense lawyer who asks questions, the witnesses who answers it, and the clerk of court who translates everything from one language to another (English to Filipino and vice-versa). All three have voices that I can barely hear. There is conviction with every word they say but I am amazed because they managed to convey such conviction on such low voices. As for me and my companions, we were all holding our breaths. We avoid making unnecessary movements for fear of calling the judge's attention. Who knows, he might put us in contempt of court for disrupting court proceedings.
The interesting part in this court room scenario is the case itself. From what I can inferred, the case that the judge is hearing that day is about violation of Dangerous Drugs Act. The witness, who apparently, is also the accused, was giving her testimony on how she was captured by the policemen who charged her. While I was half-listening and half-observing, the big revealing answer to my mind-boggling question came to me in a rush. How dare I to question if I belong here. Of course I do. For as long as I can remember, I always dream to become a lawyer. There might be some time when I question that dream, but still, at the back of my mind, the desire is there. It is my life-long dream, and I am few years away from achieving it. Here I am, sitting in a court room, being here and watching this scenario. Something tells me that few years from now, I should be one of those two person sitting in front, busying myself with the matters of cases, I don't care whether I am a prosecutor or a defense lawyer, it is being a lawyer that matters.
I might never realize up to that moment, but I like the real court more than the fictional one. Yes, the facilities and ambience might not be nowhere near comparison since court rooms on televisions are way above "nice", "sweet" and "classy". But still, the fact that the real court room offers a much serious approach makes me think that I will choose the real one over the one in television. The real court room depicts something that no television can portray. It has a certain touch that one cannot capture on camera. I keep dwelling on that thought until I figured it out. I like the real court room scene more because it offers more room for sympathy, for emotions. It is reality in its best. Something is at stake, it is not just a story. One wrong something and the judge might have sentenced an innocent person for a few years in jail. One wrong something, and the guilty person might be freed from the crime that he should've been paying dear. All of these, it is there. Inside that small room with inadequate ventilation and seating. The lives of several accused is placed on the hand of their lawyers and the judge.
For once in my life, I found a meaning. I realized that I've been looking at it in different places. Of course law school is the first step, it is where I am re-socialized and taught on the technical aspects of being a lawyer. But the education does not end when I graduate there, it is only just beginning. The things that law school is showing me is just a glimpse, a mere overview, a bird's eye view, the tip of the iceberg. The professors are hardening us not because they want to. All the taunting, the sarcasm, the humiliation and the belittling, it is for something, it is not just because they are power-tripping. My professors wanted us to become better persons, not just proud lawyers. They want us to feel what it is like to be humbled so we can serve other people. That's what lawyering should be. Serving the people, being a public servant, enabling the masses to reach the justice that they deserve. Inside the four walls of that court room, I found more answers to the questions that I have. Staying there for just 3-4 hours has enabled me to adequately understand the true meaning of being a lawyer. They are not just there to rule, they are there to fight. The ability to bring condemn or free men with words, that is what the profession boasts. I promised myself right then and there that I will do everything to become a good lawyer if I ever passed the BAR. My purpose now is different, I no longer think of law as a profession for those with high pride. I no longer want to become a lawyer to have an excuse applying my proud side. I know what I should do now. I am a reformed me.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Stress
How Stressed is Bevs?
1. Her favorite song for the moment is "Holy God We Praise Thy Name", the song used in St. Jude's Novena.
2. She chose to live near the St. Jude Church eventhough it is far from San Beda.
3. She collects useless quotable quotes from deranged law professors and students.
e.g. Prof: (Addressed to the whole class) Is there a rape qualified by treachery?
Student: Um, Sir, I don't think rape can be qualified by treachery.
Prof: Pwede! Kapag sa likod pinasok!
Student: Ngii.
4. She drinks water like a cow. *moo*
5. She bought three books of Naruto stickers and sticked them in her law books and codals.
6. She believes in good faith that the ice cream being sold at Mini-Stop for P15 is God's gift for her.
7. She is thinking of buying a pet fish so she can torture the poor thing by telling her daily rants about law school, the mountanous assignment, and the professors.
8. Her idea of resting is reading the codal provisions, writing notes and digesting cases.
9. She sends expired sandwhich to her friends. She also harass some of them by sending text messages at 3 in the morning.
10. Her idea of shopping is going to Recto to buy in the Rex Bookstore or the National Bookstore.
1. Her favorite song for the moment is "Holy God We Praise Thy Name", the song used in St. Jude's Novena.
2. She chose to live near the St. Jude Church eventhough it is far from San Beda.
3. She collects useless quotable quotes from deranged law professors and students.
e.g. Prof: (Addressed to the whole class) Is there a rape qualified by treachery?
Student: Um, Sir, I don't think rape can be qualified by treachery.
Prof: Pwede! Kapag sa likod pinasok!
Student: Ngii.
4. She drinks water like a cow. *moo*
5. She bought three books of Naruto stickers and sticked them in her law books and codals.
6. She believes in good faith that the ice cream being sold at Mini-Stop for P15 is God's gift for her.
7. She is thinking of buying a pet fish so she can torture the poor thing by telling her daily rants about law school, the mountanous assignment, and the professors.
8. Her idea of resting is reading the codal provisions, writing notes and digesting cases.
9. She sends expired sandwhich to her friends. She also harass some of them by sending text messages at 3 in the morning.
10. Her idea of shopping is going to Recto to buy in the Rex Bookstore or the National Bookstore.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Bitter Day
Conversations between two bitter law students after being called in a recit and not being able to recite properly:
Student 1: Ang hirap kayang tandaan! Ang dami-dami!
Student 2: Kaya nga. Hirap din kasi mahina boses nya. Di you pa alam kung ano gusto nyang sagot.
Student 1: Correct! May hinahanap siyang exact na sagot na gusto nyang i-expound. I-remind mo nga na 100 pages ang assignment nya at madaming sauluhin at hindi lang siya ang subject natin today and for the week.
Student 2: Oo. Gusto nya exact din yung sagot eh hindi naman exact yung tanong niya.
Student 1: Pumapangit na siya sa paningin ko. Ang pangit mo sir!
Student 2: Oo. Suplado siya!
Student 1: Hindi siya makatao!
Student 2: Ang baba ng grade nya. Line of 7 lahat!
Student 1: Mangko-quota 'to. Kasi baka nasa isip nya madami masyadong 3rd year. 5 sections. Pakshet. Ang malas. Sana nagpadarts na lang ako kay "Prof. C". Baka pumasa pa ako at mataas ang grade.
Student 2: ...
Student 1: Ang hirap kayang tandaan! Ang dami-dami!
Student 2: Kaya nga. Hirap din kasi mahina boses nya. Di you pa alam kung ano gusto nyang sagot.
Student 1: Correct! May hinahanap siyang exact na sagot na gusto nyang i-expound. I-remind mo nga na 100 pages ang assignment nya at madaming sauluhin at hindi lang siya ang subject natin today and for the week.
Student 2: Oo. Gusto nya exact din yung sagot eh hindi naman exact yung tanong niya.
Student 1: Pumapangit na siya sa paningin ko. Ang pangit mo sir!
Student 2: Oo. Suplado siya!
Student 1: Hindi siya makatao!
Student 2: Ang baba ng grade nya. Line of 7 lahat!
Student 1: Mangko-quota 'to. Kasi baka nasa isip nya madami masyadong 3rd year. 5 sections. Pakshet. Ang malas. Sana nagpadarts na lang ako kay "Prof. C". Baka pumasa pa ako at mataas ang grade.
Student 2: ...
Monday, June 8, 2009
Waiting for House
It's 8:30 in the evening. I'm waiting for House MD in AXN. That's the highlight of my Monday. I hope my brain cells won't be fried too much from playing computer games and watching nonsense television. Or else, I wouldn't be able to be back to school next week, with a promise of a vengeance. Oh yeah. I always say that whenever the school year starts.
I'm stalling. I made this blog update just for the sake of updating. I don't have any single idea of what to write. So I'm just writing whatever it is that comes to my mind. As random as it is, I don't care. It's just a blog anyway. No one will grade me for it. I won't get a failing mark if I make an entry without coherence. The worst thing that can happen is for people to think that I'm nuts, which is partially true.
Oh well, I wasted some minutes there. I'm closer to watching House. I hope this week's episode is worth the wait. If it's not, I can always trash "13" in my mind.
I'm stalling. I made this blog update just for the sake of updating. I don't have any single idea of what to write. So I'm just writing whatever it is that comes to my mind. As random as it is, I don't care. It's just a blog anyway. No one will grade me for it. I won't get a failing mark if I make an entry without coherence. The worst thing that can happen is for people to think that I'm nuts, which is partially true.
Oh well, I wasted some minutes there. I'm closer to watching House. I hope this week's episode is worth the wait. If it's not, I can always trash "13" in my mind.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
American Idol Season 8
Nobody won. Adam was robbed of the title American Idol. It should have been his. We all know that, even Kris admitted it. Kris might have gotten the title but he's just a fall back guy. He will always be known in history as the man who robbed Adam. Too bad for Kris. I absolutely pity him. It's not his fault that he won, but people will surely hate him for it. Just like what other people are doing. Blame his fans will you? Or better yet, blame all those Adam Lambert fans who felt like Adam will bag the title so they need not vote.
EDIT: Oh yeah. And for the record, American Idol isn't a singing contest. It's a popularity contest. Singing contest have judges while popularity contests are decided by votes. I personally believe Kris and all the people in top36 are deserving to win. Out of the thousand candidates, they are the only ones who emerged as the cream of the crop. They were already judged by the supposed judges. When Randy, Kara, Paula and Simon showed us the top 36, it should be presumed that they are all good. They are now giving us, the voters, the power to vote who should win.
EDIT: Oh yeah. And for the record, American Idol isn't a singing contest. It's a popularity contest. Singing contest have judges while popularity contests are decided by votes. I personally believe Kris and all the people in top36 are deserving to win. Out of the thousand candidates, they are the only ones who emerged as the cream of the crop. They were already judged by the supposed judges. When Randy, Kara, Paula and Simon showed us the top 36, it should be presumed that they are all good. They are now giving us, the voters, the power to vote who should win.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Ultimate Summer Road Trip
Two weeks before the my vacation ends, I finally had the biggest shindig i've been waiting for since March - this one, I am fond of calling, The Ultimate Luzon Summer Road Trip. The trip lasted for 3 days and 3 nights - within those period, we traveled 6 out of 7 regions of Luzon (minus Bicol, and we included NCR and Southern Tagalog). Mind you, it was tiring, but it was fun as well. The blow by blow detail of each day, I gladly wrote below:
DAY ONE: The departure (feeling naka-plane, naka-van lang naman). Yeah! We depart at exactly 3PM. We were consists of two van. Jomar, Nanay and I together with 4 other persons are in Van#1. The trip is smooth, there's not much traffic. The North Luzon Expressway is still as immaculate as when I last saw it. We arrived at Malasiqui, Pangasinan at 8PM. To those who don't know, that's in Region 1 (Ilocos Region). We need to go there first because we're going to attend a wedding. My mother is a primary sponsor. Dyahe naman daw if we don't attend. Who knows that that wedding turned out to be so different from the weddings we usually have here in Laguna? There was a dance party the night before the wedding so everyone, including the bride and the groom are expected to deprive themselves some sleep and entertain their dancing guests, half of which, they don't even know (gate crasher kumbaga). Me, being KJ, decided that dancing isn't my forte so I decided to sleep. To my surprise, there's no place to sleep at all. What my mother didn't tell me when she's telling me about this trip is the fact they didn't reserve any place for our night lodging. "KOBOY" naman daw kami. We can sleep in the van. So, the heartbroken Jomar and I decided that the van is our last hope. Since we're having too much luck that day, we haven't been able to sleep even a minute. We just spent our time talking about how Adam will beat Kris Allen in American Idol. Thus making us attend the wedding which was held at 6:30 in the morning the next day, with big eye bags hanging and saying hello.
DAY TWO: The wedding pushed through and we were able to eat at the reception. That's the only consolation. The food was great. After eating and resting for a bit, we decided to say our good byes and thank yous and head for Nueva Vizcaya where we will spend the night before going to Banaue. On our way to Nueva Vizcaya, we were able to stop and eat our lunch in Nueva Ecija (Region 3 - Central Luzon). After several hours of travel, we finally reached the boundary of Nueva Ecija and Nueva Vizcaya. In the said boundary, we stayed for a bit to enjoy the view, take some pictures and hike a little bit. The hiking made me tired, I wasn't able to finish the trek. I was halfway when I gave up and decided to just take some pictures. After another 2-3 hours of driving, we finally reached Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya (Region 2 - Cagayan Valley). Too bad we're days early from their fiesta but we enjoyed touring their bazaar though. Unlike our first night, we were able to rest fine this time. Thanks to our host, Tita Cristy's sister, we were able to get a room in a hotel. Hooray!
DAY THREE: We woke up early, at exactly 7AM, we had our breakfast. Then we toured the bazaar again and see if we like anything. Then, we took some pictures in the nipa huts which are for exhibit. After exhausting ourselves with shopping and taking pictures, we head for Solano, Nueva Vizcaya and went shopping again. This time, we bought vegetables and walis tambo. After that, we headed for Banaue. It was a long drive. After 3-4 hours, we finally reached Banaue (Cordillera Autonomous Region). We stopped in the arch that says "Welcome to Banaue" to take some pictures. Then drove again until we reach the viewpoint, the best place to see the Banaue Rice Terraces. In viewpoint, we encountered some old Igorot women who were willing to be included in our picture taking. Naturally, we took some pictures again and enjoyed the view. Although Banaue Rice Terraces still deserves to have the title 8th Wonder of the World, I'm sad to say that it is slowly deteriorating. The houses built in its perimeter are becoming eyesores. It's still beautiful but more and more years of not attending to the place will make it look like an ordinary scenery. I remember Jomar saying "What happened here? The postcards look so beautiful, how come this place isn't as good as it is in the pictures?" Okay, enough with my side comments. After enjoying the view, we decided to find some place to eat. We went to the market area where we found this restaurant and ate (It's already 3PM then, you can imagine the rumbles in our stomach). After that, we bought some souvenirs and pasalubong. At 4PM, we decided to call the trip quits and head home.
However, before finally reaching Nueva Ecija, our van gave up. Whatever the reason was, I don't know and I don't care. I just thanked God that the van didn't broke while we were crossing the crucial moments - the zigzag and high areas. We were delayed for an hour before the driver finally saw what's wrong in the van and he spent another hour to repair it. After that, the trip became uneventful. We ate our dinner in a stop over and continue driving again. Then, at 6:10 in the morning, we reached the Santa Rosa Plaza where everything started. What a long and very eventful trip!
See more pictures in my multiply site.
DAY ONE: The departure (feeling naka-plane, naka-van lang naman). Yeah! We depart at exactly 3PM. We were consists of two van. Jomar, Nanay and I together with 4 other persons are in Van#1. The trip is smooth, there's not much traffic. The North Luzon Expressway is still as immaculate as when I last saw it. We arrived at Malasiqui, Pangasinan at 8PM. To those who don't know, that's in Region 1 (Ilocos Region). We need to go there first because we're going to attend a wedding. My mother is a primary sponsor. Dyahe naman daw if we don't attend. Who knows that that wedding turned out to be so different from the weddings we usually have here in Laguna? There was a dance party the night before the wedding so everyone, including the bride and the groom are expected to deprive themselves some sleep and entertain their dancing guests, half of which, they don't even know (gate crasher kumbaga). Me, being KJ, decided that dancing isn't my forte so I decided to sleep. To my surprise, there's no place to sleep at all. What my mother didn't tell me when she's telling me about this trip is the fact they didn't reserve any place for our night lodging. "KOBOY" naman daw kami. We can sleep in the van. So, the heartbroken Jomar and I decided that the van is our last hope. Since we're having too much luck that day, we haven't been able to sleep even a minute. We just spent our time talking about how Adam will beat Kris Allen in American Idol. Thus making us attend the wedding which was held at 6:30 in the morning the next day, with big eye bags hanging and saying hello.
DAY TWO: The wedding pushed through and we were able to eat at the reception. That's the only consolation. The food was great. After eating and resting for a bit, we decided to say our good byes and thank yous and head for Nueva Vizcaya where we will spend the night before going to Banaue. On our way to Nueva Vizcaya, we were able to stop and eat our lunch in Nueva Ecija (Region 3 - Central Luzon). After several hours of travel, we finally reached the boundary of Nueva Ecija and Nueva Vizcaya. In the said boundary, we stayed for a bit to enjoy the view, take some pictures and hike a little bit. The hiking made me tired, I wasn't able to finish the trek. I was halfway when I gave up and decided to just take some pictures. After another 2-3 hours of driving, we finally reached Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya (Region 2 - Cagayan Valley). Too bad we're days early from their fiesta but we enjoyed touring their bazaar though. Unlike our first night, we were able to rest fine this time. Thanks to our host, Tita Cristy's sister, we were able to get a room in a hotel. Hooray!
DAY THREE: We woke up early, at exactly 7AM, we had our breakfast. Then we toured the bazaar again and see if we like anything. Then, we took some pictures in the nipa huts which are for exhibit. After exhausting ourselves with shopping and taking pictures, we head for Solano, Nueva Vizcaya and went shopping again. This time, we bought vegetables and walis tambo. After that, we headed for Banaue. It was a long drive. After 3-4 hours, we finally reached Banaue (Cordillera Autonomous Region). We stopped in the arch that says "Welcome to Banaue" to take some pictures. Then drove again until we reach the viewpoint, the best place to see the Banaue Rice Terraces. In viewpoint, we encountered some old Igorot women who were willing to be included in our picture taking. Naturally, we took some pictures again and enjoyed the view. Although Banaue Rice Terraces still deserves to have the title 8th Wonder of the World, I'm sad to say that it is slowly deteriorating. The houses built in its perimeter are becoming eyesores. It's still beautiful but more and more years of not attending to the place will make it look like an ordinary scenery. I remember Jomar saying "What happened here? The postcards look so beautiful, how come this place isn't as good as it is in the pictures?" Okay, enough with my side comments. After enjoying the view, we decided to find some place to eat. We went to the market area where we found this restaurant and ate (It's already 3PM then, you can imagine the rumbles in our stomach). After that, we bought some souvenirs and pasalubong. At 4PM, we decided to call the trip quits and head home.
However, before finally reaching Nueva Ecija, our van gave up. Whatever the reason was, I don't know and I don't care. I just thanked God that the van didn't broke while we were crossing the crucial moments - the zigzag and high areas. We were delayed for an hour before the driver finally saw what's wrong in the van and he spent another hour to repair it. After that, the trip became uneventful. We ate our dinner in a stop over and continue driving again. Then, at 6:10 in the morning, we reached the Santa Rosa Plaza where everything started. What a long and very eventful trip!
See more pictures in my multiply site.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
It's summer. I don't have much things to do. I decided to try something that almost all of my friends urge me to try - Facebook. It's a networking site which makes your communication to your friends and acquaintances easier. Its a site to advertise yourself. A good place to let everyone know you are cool.
So there, I am excited. I signed up and followed the instructions step by step. I had six friends within my 10 minutes of being a member. Not bad for a first timer. But then, the instructions ran out. I was left with nothing to do. How would I edit my profile? What is this thing called the wall? Where's the newbie welcome wagon? Whatever happen to user-friendly interfaces, I don't know. To make the long story short, the Facebook thing frustrated the hell out of me. I decided to deactivate my account. I told myself, I can always sign up anyway if I gather some patience to study the what and where of Facebook. Saka na lang ulit kapag wala na yung "manang" instinct ko.
So there, I am excited. I signed up and followed the instructions step by step. I had six friends within my 10 minutes of being a member. Not bad for a first timer. But then, the instructions ran out. I was left with nothing to do. How would I edit my profile? What is this thing called the wall? Where's the newbie welcome wagon? Whatever happen to user-friendly interfaces, I don't know. To make the long story short, the Facebook thing frustrated the hell out of me. I decided to deactivate my account. I told myself, I can always sign up anyway if I gather some patience to study the what and where of Facebook. Saka na lang ulit kapag wala na yung "manang" instinct ko.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
SMS
My friend Horeb sent me an sms reminding me to update my blog. Medyo inuugat na daw. :D O Reb, eto na new entry ko.
I sent this to all my mobile phone contacts:
Text me one memory we had together. The first one that pops in your head. Keep this going and see what they remember about you.:)
The following were their replies (Post ko, I have a feeling magiging masaya 'tong i-reminisce after several years):
CLAIRE (SOCIUS)- Kumakaen sa baba ng cbox, padating si *toot*. Tinanong ko siya, si *toot* ba yun? Sumagot si Claire, 'pag may nakalagay na MINOLA, siya yun!
MARGA (LAW SCHOOL)- The LFO Song. Girl on TV during Criminal Law 1 time. We love this song.
DONA (SOCIUS)- I blabbed someone.. It's a bit confidential so 'wag na lang. =) Alam na ng mga SOCIUS yun.
DIANNE (SOCIUS) - Food trip moments at our tambayan while waiting for Manang tindera.
AVERY (SOCIUS)- The Fight of the century. Yung away namin ni Paul sa tambayan.
DIANNE (LAW SCHOOL) - Our adventures with Cesar. Nakakatuwa 'cause hindi naman namin siya ka-close pero nakijoin siyang kumain sa amin sa SM. Dianne said "parang ang saya nyang kapitbahay, mahihingan ng toyo or patis anytime."
CHRISTIAN (CHESS CLUB)- Yung reporting nya daw sa akin as Chess Club applicant. If I remember it right, pinaarte ko yata siya as Sandara Park.
NICKI (SOCIUS)- Our friendship game with Beta Kappa. Naging close kami dito.
EDRALYN (DORMMATE) - Our morning ritual. Singing the "Pampers" song. "Good morning, good morning dahil sa pampers, ang slip mo, ang slip mo, mahimbing.."
OSANG (LAW SCHOOL) - Bevs = Gold bars. It's an inside joke. Siya lang yung nakakuha nung joke kahit ang dami-daming nakarinig.
ATE MHEDA (CHESS CLUB) - I act like "Dyesebel" during my Chess Club Rites.
LICA (CHESS CLUB) - During our Chess Club applicants days, we were always together talking about the pressure.
How about you? What do you remember about me?
I sent this to all my mobile phone contacts:
Text me one memory we had together. The first one that pops in your head. Keep this going and see what they remember about you.:)
The following were their replies (Post ko, I have a feeling magiging masaya 'tong i-reminisce after several years):
CLAIRE (SOCIUS)- Kumakaen sa baba ng cbox, padating si *toot*. Tinanong ko siya, si *toot* ba yun? Sumagot si Claire, 'pag may nakalagay na MINOLA, siya yun!
MARGA (LAW SCHOOL)- The LFO Song. Girl on TV during Criminal Law 1 time. We love this song.
DONA (SOCIUS)- I blabbed someone.. It's a bit confidential so 'wag na lang. =) Alam na ng mga SOCIUS yun.
DIANNE (SOCIUS) - Food trip moments at our tambayan while waiting for Manang tindera.
AVERY (SOCIUS)- The Fight of the century. Yung away namin ni Paul sa tambayan.
DIANNE (LAW SCHOOL) - Our adventures with Cesar. Nakakatuwa 'cause hindi naman namin siya ka-close pero nakijoin siyang kumain sa amin sa SM. Dianne said "parang ang saya nyang kapitbahay, mahihingan ng toyo or patis anytime."
CHRISTIAN (CHESS CLUB)- Yung reporting nya daw sa akin as Chess Club applicant. If I remember it right, pinaarte ko yata siya as Sandara Park.
NICKI (SOCIUS)- Our friendship game with Beta Kappa. Naging close kami dito.
EDRALYN (DORMMATE) - Our morning ritual. Singing the "Pampers" song. "Good morning, good morning dahil sa pampers, ang slip mo, ang slip mo, mahimbing.."
OSANG (LAW SCHOOL) - Bevs = Gold bars. It's an inside joke. Siya lang yung nakakuha nung joke kahit ang dami-daming nakarinig.
ATE MHEDA (CHESS CLUB) - I act like "Dyesebel" during my Chess Club Rites.
LICA (CHESS CLUB) - During our Chess Club applicants days, we were always together talking about the pressure.
How about you? What do you remember about me?
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sink or Swim
I chose this phrase because it is the closest words that can describe what I am feeling right now. I am already in the quarter years of my life and yet I still feel that I haven’t done anything to justify my existence. I have aspirations but up to now, they are still aspirations. I haven't done anything to make them real. Too many questions kill me. Will I fail or succeed? Will I be mediocre or great? I do not believe in destiny. I believe that the only responsible being for all the things that happen to a person is that person itself. Therefore, whatever happens to me in ten to twenty years will be based on how I acted today – will I manage to swim despite the pressure of sinking? Or will I sink because I just can’t learn to swim?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Boycott
After a Jason Castro post, let's shift to a slight serious mode. :D
Since I don’t have a class today and I don’t want to study yet, I decided to just watch the State of the Nation Address (SONA) of the President and see if it is still in-touch with the reality happening in the Philippines right now. The glaring news that greeted me was the “traditional walk-out/boycott” of some congressmen (Read: the term “congressmen” includes senators, district representatives, and party-list reps). I say “traditional” because they do that every year. For some reason, I can empathize with them because I know what it feels like doing something you hate. It’s hard to listen to the talking of a president, who seems to love to lie, and seems to concentrate the wealth of the land on the hands of her relatives and close friends alone. It’s also hard to contain yourself for a few minutes and sit on an adorned place, full of phony people who clap on everything that the President says regardless of whether they understood it or not. Mind you, I’m betting my toenails that more than half of those people are not listening to what PGMA is saying, they just clap on cue.
As much as I understand those congressmen who boycotted the SONA, I also condemn them. As members of the Congress, it is their duty to attend the SONA and listen to what the president has to say. Contrary to what other people might think, SONA is not just about reporting what happened in the past year or about what will be the government’s project on the next year, it’s about laying down the things that the president wanted the Congress to tackle for a whole fiscal year. It’s a hand in hand event between the executive and the legislative branch of our government. The President is not just addressing the people on her speech; she’s mainly addressing the Congress! This is the main reason why it is held in Batasang Pambansa and in a joint session of both the Senate and House of Representatives. Those congressmen who boycott the SONA should reflect on what they usually do. When they decided to do a “walk-out”, they did not just refuse to listen to a liar; they also boycotted a Constitutional provision. Article 7, Section 23 of the 1987 Constitution states that “The President shall address the Congress at the opening of its regular session. He may also appear before it at any other time.” If those congressmen don’t know that, I think someone should apprise them.
NOTE: I’m not a fan of the president but I respect her office. No matter how devious the president may look like, no matter how cunning her acts are, I always remind myself that I can get angry at the person, but I should always remember that her seat is the highest seat on the land. Her office should always be respected. It should always be valued. Kumbaga, sige lang, awayin nyo si Gloria hanngat gusto nyo, I might join you pa, pero please lang, respect her office. Hindi uunlad ang bansang Pilipinas kung mawawalan tayo ng tiwala sa gobryernong nagpapatakbo dito at sa batas na gumagabay sa pagsasaayos nito.
Another note: I don't want to comment on the SONA itself. Ayaw ko ding sabihin ang iba ko pang thoughts. Baka mapatapon ako ng Pilipinas. LOL.
Since I don’t have a class today and I don’t want to study yet, I decided to just watch the State of the Nation Address (SONA) of the President and see if it is still in-touch with the reality happening in the Philippines right now. The glaring news that greeted me was the “traditional walk-out/boycott” of some congressmen (Read: the term “congressmen” includes senators, district representatives, and party-list reps). I say “traditional” because they do that every year. For some reason, I can empathize with them because I know what it feels like doing something you hate. It’s hard to listen to the talking of a president, who seems to love to lie, and seems to concentrate the wealth of the land on the hands of her relatives and close friends alone. It’s also hard to contain yourself for a few minutes and sit on an adorned place, full of phony people who clap on everything that the President says regardless of whether they understood it or not. Mind you, I’m betting my toenails that more than half of those people are not listening to what PGMA is saying, they just clap on cue.
As much as I understand those congressmen who boycotted the SONA, I also condemn them. As members of the Congress, it is their duty to attend the SONA and listen to what the president has to say. Contrary to what other people might think, SONA is not just about reporting what happened in the past year or about what will be the government’s project on the next year, it’s about laying down the things that the president wanted the Congress to tackle for a whole fiscal year. It’s a hand in hand event between the executive and the legislative branch of our government. The President is not just addressing the people on her speech; she’s mainly addressing the Congress! This is the main reason why it is held in Batasang Pambansa and in a joint session of both the Senate and House of Representatives. Those congressmen who boycott the SONA should reflect on what they usually do. When they decided to do a “walk-out”, they did not just refuse to listen to a liar; they also boycotted a Constitutional provision. Article 7, Section 23 of the 1987 Constitution states that “The President shall address the Congress at the opening of its regular session. He may also appear before it at any other time.” If those congressmen don’t know that, I think someone should apprise them.
NOTE: I’m not a fan of the president but I respect her office. No matter how devious the president may look like, no matter how cunning her acts are, I always remind myself that I can get angry at the person, but I should always remember that her seat is the highest seat on the land. Her office should always be respected. It should always be valued. Kumbaga, sige lang, awayin nyo si Gloria hanngat gusto nyo, I might join you pa, pero please lang, respect her office. Hindi uunlad ang bansang Pilipinas kung mawawalan tayo ng tiwala sa gobryernong nagpapatakbo dito at sa batas na gumagabay sa pagsasaayos nito.
Another note: I don't want to comment on the SONA itself. Ayaw ko ding sabihin ang iba ko pang thoughts. Baka mapatapon ako ng Pilipinas. LOL.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Shameless Plugging
I was surprised to see that I now have other readers beside my three stooges. Since this is my blog, I have the power to shamelessly plug my favorite dreadlocked guy, the one and only, Jason Castro. For those who don't know the guy, he's the 4th placer in the last season of American Idol. Yep, hindi lang si Cook at si Archie ang contestants dun. Jason was the first idol to use a guitar and ukelele on the idol stage. He also managed to make Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" number one on I-tunes. He's a very talented young man. A budding singer/songwriter. I uploaded some of his songs on my playlist. Feel free to listen to them.
To my faithful readers, EJ, Horeb, Ivy, I know I have been shoving Jason to your throats for the past four or five months. My craze hasn't ended yet so bear with me. My devious plan to convert you guys has failed so I am now channelling my "converting" plans to my new readers. Wahahaha. =D
If you want to know more about him, visit his myspace page here.
Friday, July 18, 2008
I stumbled upon this Inquirer article written by Lea Salonga about reality talent search on television. It's a bold article, and I loved it. She put into words what many writers would never dare say about these reality singing contests. Here's some excerpt:
"To be honest, I don’t like watching a judge be super-nice and super-sweet. That’s kind of a cop-out, and not necessarily an accurate reflection of how the real world can be. If you’re a singer and you’re unable to stomach a harsh criticism of your performance, then stay home and sing for your family who will applaud you and stand up for you, no matter what. Besides talent and stage presence, it’s necessary to be equipped with a strong stomach and a level head in order to take all these things with a grain (or even a bucket) of salt."
This was for those Pinoy Dream Academy contestants who can't accept criticisms coming from judges. I think Lea has a point. These talent searches are like boot camps - they prepare the contestants for a harsher music industry. If the contestants can't accept the fact that not everyone will like their singing, they won't have a long carreer in the biz. Unwavering pride won't do them any good, it will just make them stumble. They can't always cry if they receive bad reviews, they should try harder to improve.
"And to the judges, my own two cents: Be honest. You owe it to the contestants to give it to them straight. It won’t do any of them any good for you to sugarcoat the bitter-tasting medicine you may have to deliver. At some point in your own careers, you were meted doses of it as well, and lived to tell the tale. So pay it forward, and let a new generation of performers feel your brand of tough love."
I hope the crew of Pinoy Idol read this. Tell your judges to deliver better comments. Sue Ellen won't become a good singer if the comments she receives are always about her being "cute". The contestants won't learn anything from a vague statement saying his/her singing was "flat". Pinoy Idol is a singing contest, not a segment of "Wish Ko Lang" who caters for the dreams of singer wannabes. If you really like your contestants to improve, give them constructive criticisms, not stupid comments.
Haaay... Makapag-aral na nga lang.
"To be honest, I don’t like watching a judge be super-nice and super-sweet. That’s kind of a cop-out, and not necessarily an accurate reflection of how the real world can be. If you’re a singer and you’re unable to stomach a harsh criticism of your performance, then stay home and sing for your family who will applaud you and stand up for you, no matter what. Besides talent and stage presence, it’s necessary to be equipped with a strong stomach and a level head in order to take all these things with a grain (or even a bucket) of salt."
This was for those Pinoy Dream Academy contestants who can't accept criticisms coming from judges. I think Lea has a point. These talent searches are like boot camps - they prepare the contestants for a harsher music industry. If the contestants can't accept the fact that not everyone will like their singing, they won't have a long carreer in the biz. Unwavering pride won't do them any good, it will just make them stumble. They can't always cry if they receive bad reviews, they should try harder to improve.
"And to the judges, my own two cents: Be honest. You owe it to the contestants to give it to them straight. It won’t do any of them any good for you to sugarcoat the bitter-tasting medicine you may have to deliver. At some point in your own careers, you were meted doses of it as well, and lived to tell the tale. So pay it forward, and let a new generation of performers feel your brand of tough love."
I hope the crew of Pinoy Idol read this. Tell your judges to deliver better comments. Sue Ellen won't become a good singer if the comments she receives are always about her being "cute". The contestants won't learn anything from a vague statement saying his/her singing was "flat". Pinoy Idol is a singing contest, not a segment of "Wish Ko Lang" who caters for the dreams of singer wannabes. If you really like your contestants to improve, give them constructive criticisms, not stupid comments.
Haaay... Makapag-aral na nga lang.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Recitation Moments
1. StatCon Class:
Prof: What is the case of People v Jabinal?
Me: Umm... Ma'am, was that the case about illegal possession of firearms?
Prof: I don't know. Why are you asking me? I'm asking you.
Me: Umm.. In the case of people v jabinal... blah blah blah (I stated the facts and issue).. umm...
Prof: Oh, you know naman pala! What's the ruling?
Me: Umm... I.. I forgot the ruling ma'am... *toinks*
Moral Lesson: Read the whole case and don't rely on the digests.
2. Religion Class:
DOM: What is peace?
Me: Umm... DOM, it is the absence... of war?
Classmates: Hahahahaha.
DOM: I'll call another person.
Moral Lesson: Always bring dictionary. It might come handy at times.
Prof: What is the case of People v Jabinal?
Me: Umm... Ma'am, was that the case about illegal possession of firearms?
Prof: I don't know. Why are you asking me? I'm asking you.
Me: Umm.. In the case of people v jabinal... blah blah blah (I stated the facts and issue).. umm...
Prof: Oh, you know naman pala! What's the ruling?
Me: Umm... I.. I forgot the ruling ma'am... *toinks*
Moral Lesson: Read the whole case and don't rely on the digests.
2. Religion Class:
DOM: What is peace?
Me: Umm... DOM, it is the absence... of war?
Classmates: Hahahahaha.
DOM: I'll call another person.
Moral Lesson: Always bring dictionary. It might come handy at times.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Coward or smart?
Video of the day! Purefoods versus Talk N Text basketball game turned into a fight. This would have been another one of those boring brawls were it not for James Yap!
Terrence Leather, import player of Talk N Text, threw a ball on the face of Purefoods player, Jondan Salvador. Upon seeing what Leather did to his teammate, James Yap kicked Leather on the rear while the guy was busy provoking Jondan to a fight. Of course Leather was engraged. When Yap saw that Leather's attention turned to him, he ran as fast as he could leading to a funny chase. Some people commented that James Yap's running only shows that he's coward, others commented that he's smart since he knows that he will be badly beaten if Leather gets to him.
Watch the whole video and tell me what you think of James Yap's act. Was he coward or was it a smart move?
Video uploaded by PBNKapamilya.
Terrence Leather, import player of Talk N Text, threw a ball on the face of Purefoods player, Jondan Salvador. Upon seeing what Leather did to his teammate, James Yap kicked Leather on the rear while the guy was busy provoking Jondan to a fight. Of course Leather was engraged. When Yap saw that Leather's attention turned to him, he ran as fast as he could leading to a funny chase. Some people commented that James Yap's running only shows that he's coward, others commented that he's smart since he knows that he will be badly beaten if Leather gets to him.
Watch the whole video and tell me what you think of James Yap's act. Was he coward or was it a smart move?
Video uploaded by PBNKapamilya.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
WANTED. You should watch it!
"We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go, kill one, save a thousand, that's what we believe in, that's why we do it.."
I should be studying for Public Corporation now but I can't contain myself. I'm too excited to blog about my WANTED experience. I was dying to watch the film for a week now. Last saturday, I tried persuading Ivy and Norly to watch it with me but they have some things to do so I ended up sulking and saying that "I have no voice on our Barkada". :D Despite my drama queen moments, I still wasn't able to persuade them (I think I need more acting workshops). They do promised to watch it with me on Monday though so my mood lighten up a bit.
This morning, I woke up thinking that this might be my last day on Earth. What if I get hit by a car on my way to school tomorrow? Shit. I haven't watch WANTED yet. Naisip ko... Sana man lang nakita ko butt ni Angelina Jolie before I die. So I decided that I will go to Robinson's Place after going to church and watch it by myself. As in all by myself (if EJ's in the country and Horeb is not busy, we might have watch the movie together! Then may free debates pa afterwards. Haha) Gladly, my very ALTRUISTIC brother told me that he would join me watch the movie provided that (1) i'm going to help him with his script's concept paper (2) i'll be washing tonight's dishes (3) we are going to watch Monster Mom next week (See? He is altruistic!). Eventhough I can't seem to stomach the third condition because I hate Anabelle Rama and Ruffa Guttierez, I agreed to his terms. I already tried watching a movie once (X-MEN2 in SM Sta Rosa) and I damn near cry because of self pity. I'm like an outcast then sitting in the middle of love birds and bonding best buds.
Okay. Going back to WANTED, the movie is grrrreat!!! I was really entertained and satisfied. There were some questions left unanswered, and some unexplained circumstances, but i'm still satisfied. My brother said it was commercialized because the main theme, faith in what they do, was not clearly laid down on the table. He's a film major so I can't find any sense arguing with him about commercialization of Hollywood films. However, I think it was a successful commercialization. The lacking sides were clearly shunned by the "wow sides". The good parts have more merits than the bad parts so you'll still forgive the film after doing injustice to some scenes. :D Five hours after watching it, i'm still itching to talk about the scenes, the characters, the lines, the predicable twist, the ending, the soundtrack, James McAvoy, and Angelina!!!! Haaayy.... My P100 is sulit. :)
I should be studying for Public Corporation now but I can't contain myself. I'm too excited to blog about my WANTED experience. I was dying to watch the film for a week now. Last saturday, I tried persuading Ivy and Norly to watch it with me but they have some things to do so I ended up sulking and saying that "I have no voice on our Barkada". :D Despite my drama queen moments, I still wasn't able to persuade them (I think I need more acting workshops). They do promised to watch it with me on Monday though so my mood lighten up a bit.
This morning, I woke up thinking that this might be my last day on Earth. What if I get hit by a car on my way to school tomorrow? Shit. I haven't watch WANTED yet. Naisip ko... Sana man lang nakita ko butt ni Angelina Jolie before I die. So I decided that I will go to Robinson's Place after going to church and watch it by myself. As in all by myself (if EJ's in the country and Horeb is not busy, we might have watch the movie together! Then may free debates pa afterwards. Haha) Gladly, my very ALTRUISTIC brother told me that he would join me watch the movie provided that (1) i'm going to help him with his script's concept paper (2) i'll be washing tonight's dishes (3) we are going to watch Monster Mom next week (See? He is altruistic!). Eventhough I can't seem to stomach the third condition because I hate Anabelle Rama and Ruffa Guttierez, I agreed to his terms. I already tried watching a movie once (X-MEN2 in SM Sta Rosa) and I damn near cry because of self pity. I'm like an outcast then sitting in the middle of love birds and bonding best buds.
Okay. Going back to WANTED, the movie is grrrreat!!! I was really entertained and satisfied. There were some questions left unanswered, and some unexplained circumstances, but i'm still satisfied. My brother said it was commercialized because the main theme, faith in what they do, was not clearly laid down on the table. He's a film major so I can't find any sense arguing with him about commercialization of Hollywood films. However, I think it was a successful commercialization. The lacking sides were clearly shunned by the "wow sides". The good parts have more merits than the bad parts so you'll still forgive the film after doing injustice to some scenes. :D Five hours after watching it, i'm still itching to talk about the scenes, the characters, the lines, the predicable twist, the ending, the soundtrack, James McAvoy, and Angelina!!!! Haaayy.... My P100 is sulit. :)
Friday, July 4, 2008
It's all about the money
Last tuesday, I was half snoozing at my Land Title and Deeds subject when I heard our old professor mentioned something about money. He told us this: "Makinig kayo sa lahat ng sasabihin ko. Nandito sa subject na 'to ang pera. Wala sa Criminal Law. Nandito sa Civil Law. Huwag kayong umasang babayaran kayo ng magnanakaw na ipagtatanggol nyo sa korte. Kaya nga nagnakaw yun eh, kasi wala siyang pera!" Of course, everyone in class instantly shifted from snoozing mode to interested mode. Kaching! My eyes immediately sported shinning shimmering peso signs. These professors really know which button to push. I'm now more interested and inspired! :)
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sleep...
It's almost 3 in the morning now but I don't want to sleep yet. Don't get me wrong. I don't have an insomnia or something. I do like sleeping. In fact, I sleep almost 10 hours a day. What I don't like is waking up. Waking up means killing myself from studying again. I have 160 pages of unread criminal procedure readings and 10 pages of statutes to memorize by heart. I don't want to go back to that reality yet.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I Hate Goodbyes
I hate goodbyes. I don't like seeing people leave and I don't like being left behind.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I'm not feeling well...
I'm not feeling well. I think I will be sick. It's just the second day of school and I already feel boiled. I think the "flu" wanted to welcome me back to school. To feel better, I tried reading some articles online and visit some sites that I formerly visit. I don't think that's a good idea now. I feel kinda irritated and depressed because I just read a thread that showcases too much hate for my most favorite person, Jason Castro (the dreadlocked guy who finished 4th on American Idol's Season 7). The thread contains common stereotypes and bashing about how mediocre Jason is. How he can't sing or memorize lyrics but he managed to amass fans because he is handsome. How he lacked the will to win unlike other American Idol Season 7 contestants. Seriously, I want to kick and shoot myself as I was typing this. I should not have opened that thread. It didn't do me good, I felt like puking after reading it. I think it aggravated my cold too. I should've just drank my medicine and sleep! Grr.. No more reading now. I will just sleep and let all of this go. I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, those who hate Jason will realize how talented he really is.
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