I was so pathetic a year ago!
I read some of my past blog posts and I was laughing all the time–especially at the posts where I was apparently grieving the loss of this "friend"! Hahaha! God, why did I care so much? I really am so pathetic! Hehehe. I wish I could go back to that phase and slap myself a thousand times and scream in my (old self’s) ears, "WAKE UP, STUPID!"
It’s true…you get so irrational when you’re so emotional. Passion can be very powerful, so powerful as to totally defeat reason. I was hurting so much then for that "loss"…now, I’m just so thankful and happy that that insignificant person is out of my life! Hahaha! I look back now and I don’t feel any sadness…instead, I feel sorry for my old self for being so pathetic…and it’s actually a source of "comedy" for me to laugh. Whenever I get sad, I think about how stupid I was during that stage and I would find myself laughing like crazy! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STUPID, PATHETIC GIRL! 
If women were burned because they’re witches, now men should be burned for being jerks!
SG and the Roasting of Jerks
I will never forget the day I recited more than 20 cases in my Political Law class…not because I recited that much cases but because of the questions I got from my professor.
He first asked me, "Do you have friends who’ve been burned by men?"
"Yes, Sir. A lot."
"So can they go to the court and sue their boyfriends?"
"No, Sir."
"Why?"
"Sir, because before a person can go to court, he must have an enforceable right vested upon him by the law and when this right is violated, that’s the time he can go to court."
"Wait…you said you have friends who’ve been burned by men. What did you learn from them?"
Without even thinking for a second, I quickly said:
"THAT MEN ARE JERKS!!!!"
He laughed so hard…the class too turned into a bunch of laughing hyenas.
"And what about women, what are they?"
"GODDESSES!!!"
They all laughed again.
"And who would be the Supreme Goddess?"
"Uhhh…that would be ME!" I said jokingly.
That’s how I got the monicker "SG" in law school. Hehehe.
He would ask me if ever I myself had a "jerk" in my life.
"No, Sir…NEVER!"
"I don’t believe it. Why do you have so much anger for men?"
"Sir, I’m not mad at them. Vicarious experience taught me that truth."
He wouldn’t stop and he would try to make up situations to elicit informaiton from me.
"I know why it didn’t work out. The guy couldn’t keep up with you, right?"
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
"It’s OK. Forgive him. Is it his fault that he could not be a match to you?"
I just laughed so hard. "Sir, who am I going to forgive when there was no one in the first place?"
I just care deeply for my friends and loved ones who’ve been burned by men. And it’s the truth, isn’t it? I’m just stating a fact! Hahaha! So men SHOULD BE BURNED. LITERALLY…like how some women were burned in the old days because they were thought of as "witches".
Law School and Headache
Another "a.k.a." that I have in law school is Aspirin. The same professor gave it to me and to this day, he’s never called me by my given or last name but Aspirin.
It was our first meeting with him and he asked us to introduce ourselves. When he got to my index card, he called out "Aspirin!" I laughed coz I thought, "What kind of parents would give their child such a horrific name?!" And then my friend elbowed me and said, "Hey, it’s you!" I was startled and quickly stood up and asked, "Sir, me?" "Yes, you. Your name sounds like Aspirin. From now on, you’ll be known as Aspirin."
What’s funny is that every time the class would have a recitation and the student reciting cannot satisfy his questions, he would say, "You’re making my head ache! I need a cure!" When he’d say that it’s understood that I would have to take over. Hehehe.
Law school can really be a fun, learning experience, trust me. 
UST Law and Me
My first year in law school is officially over! Yehey! Gosh, who would have thought that I could go this far? All of this is attributable to no one but Allah. As the Great Atty. Calilung said, "if you make it to your first year, there is no reason why you can’t make it in the succeeding years." He also said something that I will always remember, "Marhaba ya habibti!" (hello, sweetheart in Arabic) he said during our first meeting. Hahaha! I’m just kidding, of course. He just reminded us during our last meeting to "guard yourselves against complacency. You’ll have the tendency to be lazy and complacent. If you fail your subjects later on, it’s not because you cannot hurdle the intellectual challenges but because you’re lazy and complacent. So don’t think that you can just wing it." I find so much truth to that. I’ll always keep that in mind–complacency is my GREATEST ENEMY.
I’m happy in law school despite all the sufferings and torture that I had (and still will) endured from the eccentricities of my professors! Hehehe. No, but I’m am so fortunate to be under the tutelage of one of the best lawyer-professors in the country.
I’m also very happy being a member of the Law Review. And I am happy to be the new Associate Case Law Editor…hahaha! It’s no big position. It only means that I would have to read loads of cases…I have to keep up with the cases that the Supreme Court decides EVERYDAY! But it’s OK, it’s a good preparation for the bar exams. Well, aside from learning a lot from the organization, I’ve found good friends in the other members.
I wasn’t supposed to be in law school after I graduated from college. I wanted to work…and do some music on the side or something. But I still took the entrance exams in San Beda and UST…I first passed San Beda but I just didn’t like the campus. I just thought it’s not conducive to long hours of studying. And it looks…eerie. I really wanted to study law in UST long before I graduated from college, actually. I’ve already decided about it 4 years before I found myself in law school. I remember seeing Atty. Arlene Maneja on TV…she was like "Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe this!" She was the bar topnotcher in 2002. After seeing that I told myself, "I’ll study in UST." So I said, "If I don’t pass in UST, I WILL NOT GO TO LAW SCHOOL!" And then I passed! Hurrah! See? UST and I are destined to be together…as trite as that may sound.
And oh, of course…I have my parents to thank for…for convincing me to study law…it really pays off to listen to your parents, trust me! So to all prodigal sons and daughters, listen to your mamas and papas. Hehehe.
I can’t wait for the next sem to start!
Which one would you drink: spoiled milk or blendered innards of a pig?
There was one time that my family and I came to the country and it happened to be election time. I remember seeing the TV ads and catchy one-liners of candidates…and I remember how I believed all their promises, how I thought of them as "saviors" of the country (as young as I was then…I was about 7 or 8…I’ve already noticed the deteriorating state of the country) and that they were just some patriotic people who desired nothing but to serve their fellow countrymen and the country.
Now that I’m 21, I despise myself for ever thinking of crocky politicians that way.
It’s like waking up to reality after a long sleep, submerged in a pool of lies, illusion and fantasy. It’s like realizing that the person you loved most is but a big asshole, a jerk and a LIAR!
Education, truly, can change how you perceive things around you. It changes you a lot. I think it is my (mis)education that made me realize how pathetic these politicians are. EEW!
It’s election time again (or should I say…circus time again?) and our politicians and candidates are resorting to even the most dignity- and integrity-depriving means just to get themselves in the position they want for themselves and realize their diabolical self-interests as well as those of their families. It’s really a pity how these people degrade the sanctity of governing the people, how they abuse the power and authority temporarily lent to them by the people. It’s sickening and diarrheic.
We are constantly reminded to vote wisely and to exercise our right to suffrage with the utmost prudence this election. But how can you do such when you’re dished out with spoiled, mold-ridden, decaying, foul-smelling candidates?!!
That is precisely the reason why I have decided to waive my right to vote. It will be a futile exercise to cast my vote this election. I might even make the mistake of putting a monster in the government.
I mean, come on…RICHARD GOMEZ? He’s the stupidest dumb ass I’ve ever heard talk! He talks with no sense! I got to watch one of his gossip shows (note: for a guy to host a gossip show is something) and he was interviewing this local actress. He asked her a question; she responded. And then a few minutes later, he asked her the same question!!! GOD! He’s so…I’m sorry but I have to use this word coz it’s the most apt description of this dumbass…yes, he’s so BOBO! He’s an imbecile! How can you expect him to make good laws for the country if he can’t even intelligently interview an average-minded actress?
And CESAR MONTANO? God save our country! We need divine intervention! And you know what I mean when I say that…that all those who’re imbecile seeking a position in the Senate die before the elections! OK, that’s too harsh. But come on…what can this people actually do? I could quite entrust them with an administrative position…but legislation?! Please spare us, LAW STUDENTS, from studying defective, loopholed laws! Well, that is if they will actually make laws and not ask some of their legal staff to draft the bill for them (which is what actually happens in the legislative branch) while they pocket money that is rightfully appropriated for the general weal of the people.
I used to have high regard for Cesar Montano…I think he’s the only "best" actor in the country…but now that he chose to get his hands and face muddy in the filthy field of politics…I don’t know if I should still respect him.
Add to that those political prostitutes, stripteasers and turncoats and you realize that it’s a better option to waive your right to suffrage than to exercise it. The former would do the country more favor, certainly, than the latter.
This country is clinically dead. The only thing that gives it life is a life-support system (the US, OFW remittance and external aid)…and once this is cut off, a grave should be dug. Our problem is very huge, gargantuan, colossal. It will take decades, even centuries before it is reformed. It needs a holistic cleansing, a total overhaul. Our culture–both social and political–is a major contributory factor on why we are all standing where we are.
When are we ever going to change the direction we keep on taking for several decades now? When are we going to stop this sick cycle carousel that we keep riding on? When? When this whole country drowns into nothingness?
That’s one problem with us, Filipinos. We don’t act until things turn disastrous, tragic. We don’t take action until fatalities occur, until life and property are lost or damaged. It’s nauseating, a sickening truth.
We need a miracle to save us from ourselves.
ONE MORE TO GO!
One more exam lefet for tomorrow…Labor standards–and my first year in law school is officially over.
I can’t wait for the coming school year to start. But before that, I–being human–need a little rest. I’ll take a 2-week vacation and then I’ll work in my uncle’s law firm so that I’ll be able to learn this early the "ways and means" of the lawyering world. I’m also gonna go back to the lessons that I might have missed to read (mostly due to shortage of time to read them), write my article for the next issue of the Law Review and compile all the important notes in preparation for the bar exams. I know, I know it’s too early to do that…but it’s never too early to prepare, right? Oh, and I have to be updated with all important SC decisions…it’s my new task for the Law Review. *SIGH*. Well, I really have a productive way to spend my summer vacation, eh?
And oh, I’ll be working on a project that I’ve been trying to accomplish for many, many years. Now’s the time that it gets done.
Anyway, that’s it for now.
High Heels, Blisters and Tripping.
Rising Up From Disgrace
What defines us is how well we rise after we have fallen.
I find so much truth in the above statement. What defines us is not those moments in life in which we are on a pedestal nor those stages in which our faces are buried in filthy mud. What defines us is how we stand up each time we lose our balance and trip, how we face each failure that we encounter in this journey we call life. We’re always left with two choices in each case of failure–it’s either we gracefully regain our composure and stand up as if nothing happened, or we allow humiliation and embarrassment to swallow us and never know how it is to stand with hope, courage, faith and dignity ever again. In "beauty pageant" terms, it’s either we do a Miriam Quiambao or we get up fast, cover our faces in humiliation and run away, with no plans of ever showing up to other human beings ala Efia Owusua Marfo who fell down the steps during the evening gown portion of the 1998 Miss World competition. (see the video clip at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-wSU0gJ1GE&search=miss%20world%201998)
Problems and failures indeed present opportunities. If Ms. Ghana stood up with dignity and faced the crowd with courage, finesse and grace, and put on a face as if to say "So what if I fell?", she could have gained a greater chance of winning. The same is applicable to our lives in general. When we are faced with problems or failures, we should not allow them to defeat and reduce us into nothing; instead, we should use them to our advantage. That’s what defines successful people on this earth.
So, who would be? Ms. Quiambao or Ms. Marfo?
FRUSTRATED FEET MURDERERS AND THE GIRL WHO NEVER LEARNED
I recently bought this black open-toe, 3-inch-heeled shoes…I thought they look nice and would conceal one of my physical insecurities–my height. Yes, I am insecure about my height. I’m only 5′4 (and a half, I think). I wanna be like…5′7 or 5′8…even a six-footer. Anyway, when I first wore them to school, I got a lot of attention from people around–and yes, I got a lot of shallow cuts and blisters too. It’s expected from new shoes, I thought. The pain and suffering I underwent didn’t stop me from wearing them again.
Last Friday, I decided to wear them again, thinking that I should wear them more often so they would soften up and thus give me less blisters. I WAS DAMN WRONG.
My feet got severely cut on the sides and got more blisters than the first time I wore them. The soles of my feet felt like they were skinned–they sored and burned every time I took a step. The person who came up with this idea (high-heeled shoes) must hate women so much!, I thought.
I was left with no choice but to buy flat slippers. I went to class wearing the same. Good thing my eccentric professor didn’t notice.
The lesson? NEVER COMPROMISE COMFORT FOR STYLE. And that girls should never trust high-heeled shoes. They look pretty, elegant, sassy and they can conceal your dwarfism. But they can surely kill your feet. So don’t be deceived. Well, unless you’d want your feet to sore like hell or acqiure arthritis when you turn 27.
Way Back Into Love
My good friend, Ice Cream (EM, which stands for Evita Magnolia) introduced me to a beautiful song from the movie "Music and Lyrics". Hugh Grant and newcomer Hayley Bennet sang it beautifully. Oh, that Hayley girl is so damn gorgeous! And she has the voice to sing.
Now I can’t get this song out of my head.
Way Back Into Love
I’ve been living with a shadow overhead
I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I’ve been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on
I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need em again someday
I’ve been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
Oh oh oh
I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs
I know that it’s out there
There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere
I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night
I could use some direction
And I’m open to your suggestions
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end
There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration Not just another negotiation
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do
And if you help me to start again
You know that I’ll be there for you in the end
Lethargic
I need to be revitalized. I feel like a spoiled, decomposing vegetable for some reason. At this point, I seem to exist–but I’m not living. I don’t know. *sigh*. I’ll just have a cup of coffee. Or write a song. Whatever will work.
