He says no one is invincible in that world, that he/she must read and read and read. It’s a ranking game that each one races with one another. The readings aren’t talking to me at least. Lord knows how I lazy around and bloat to sleep with hardly any page scanned. Must work on this one. The infamous pop Pinoy author Bob Ong once quipped a thing has to be visualized if you want it sorely, that or somewhat near to it.

The semester is starting next week, I haven’t started with my lessons but I am excited.

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Haven’t been home for two weeks it kills me. The choir, u-huh this thingmajig, kept me from going home the past days. The master, she particularly, exudes an eerie feel, makes me want to quit. Heaven knows I don’t sing that my joining was only part of the break-the-monotonous-officelife game. Geesh.

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This post’s title says it all. I went to SarahG’s Araneta night on Saturday. She wooed me with breathtaking, heart-thumping performance. She is pretty and has a maputing kili-kili (better said in Filipino). The venue was filled to the rafters. I enjoyed every second of Sarah’s while documenting my seatmates’ love affair. He was too beautiful for him. Tsk. Sana ako nalang. Haha.

The semester that is and hello to a restfull sembreak. I would have gone to school today to pick up my grades if not for work; I’d drop by prolly  tomorrow or on Saturday. Anyhoo, Attorney Cueto congratulated me for a job well done. Yay, he said I got 94 in Consti class. Much love! All the tons of readings and cramming paid off. I wonder how I  fared in Legal Philosophy, geesh I am praying Attorney Manalo would be as generous.

Grading students after a semester of digests, recitation and exams is an alltogether difficult and strenuous task. I should know. tell you what, I still feel guilty for nearly flunking two of my students in the university where I handle a Print Media class. You too should love me, instead. I would have dropped you, but I did not.  I just hope you two walk the extra mile and do good in your future class.  Next semester, I’d be handling two classes, sophomore class of the CommArts program. I.am.excited.

On to other news, I heaved a sigh of relief after the boss announced I won’t be assigned to other sections. Thank you heavens I owe you one. I’ll be staying with the Opinion and Special Sections with my dear workmates. Yay to that.

This weekend would be fullpacked, the de rigeur cum reunion trip to the cemetery with family and relatives. On Saturday night, i’d be heading up to my cousin’s friend for a night of booze and videoke.  It should be a fun fun weekend because next week I’d be on for some serious business. I am all pysched up; I should be all psyched up.

By the way, I took some katuwaan moments with housemates the other night when we didn’t have anything to do at the unit. Edit: I forgot I can’t upload here via office wifi. Will post pics later.

 

Christmas came in too early for me. I just got a notebook, the newest Acer Aspire.  Woots!

With sis Mikko, lazing around at SM City Batangas.

The past months were uneventful except that things flew by so fast. first sem in law school was a breeze that I didn’t know I’m having my finals in two weeks.

I’m praying I get this thing soon. Mehopes the universe conspire.

On the other side, I have dated a few guys during months and weeks past. no rosy things up and coming. Geesh. Haha. This leaves me loveless. weird, I’m happy bout it.

During weekdays, Paolo is left at home with hardly any playmates but Pakyaw the preggy and Pogi keep him company.

Pao and Pacquiao aka Pakyaw!

I can’t find where the eff are Pogi’s snaps. To follow na lang.

In all technicalities I am your Edsa1 baby, I was 1 when the people took the streets and overthrew the despotic Marcos regime. My parents  are apolitical, we were never taught the rigors of politics moreso discuss it at home.

But I knew she is no ordinary. I knew Cory through history books and only later when she hogged headlines as the political figure whom everyone calls Tita Cory, the faithful , the icon of democracy, the mother of Kris Aquino and Noynoy.

I cannot speak for the multitude of people whom she helped and inspired but I certainly feel for everybody who apparently lost a mother in Cory. I wasn’t able to squeeze and ram my way to Manila Cathedral. But I join my fellow Filipinos who are forever indebted to Cory.

*written at work, all channels tuned in to the funeral coverage. A nonworking holiday, working my ass off at the paper’s office. By the way, we are on unforgettable yellow hue. Just because.

It is not always wrong to skip class trading for something equally worthy of attendance. I skipped law class on Friday and went to see Cinemalaya fest at CCP. What I like about attending Cinemalaya is not only do I get to see familiar faces and hobnob with people from college, it also gives me a heavenly breather from the mainstream acts.

I saw a total of three full length films and five shorts. Thanks to Bayani San Diego of INQUIRER Entertainment and Ms Irene rada of CCP PR for the tickets. Auraeus Solito, director of Boy, my apologies for the hassle, I didn’t get to see you for my complementary pass. But did watch your film, thru my school’s generosity. Props to Sir Carlo and the students!

obligatory pose for posterity

Dinig Sana Kita deserved its award for its wonderful telling of a love story between a rocker chic and a deaf dancer. Ang Panggagahasa kay Fe (The Rapture of Fe) appealed much to the crowd  with the great Irma Adlawan at her best. Among the shorts I’ve caught, it was Behind Closed Doors which stood out in my mind owing to an excellent screenplay and the lesbian action. *gasps*

The UP Film Institute still runs the fest for those interested. As always, Cinemalaya doesn’t disappoint.

The past months have been pretty exciting for I have  again entered school. For five days I keep myself busy with the newspaper work while Fridays and Saturday evenings are spent in law school. Two weeks past, I handled a Masscoom class at FAITH-Batangas and to my surprise, looking forward to keeping it til the year ends.

That I am depriving myself of precious sleep is beyond the point for I am enjoying the sweet torture.

Paolo is now in school, with eight other nursery kiddos. If only I could spend more time at home to help him do his homework.

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To the woman I love  foremost and to whom i owe everything, happy birthday!

Di na ako nakauwi ng bahay for your birthday but Itook hold of the brush and willingly painted the kitchen with Mikko last Saturday ha! Hehe.  <3

It took me forever to write anew; what gives? Me still single no scratch that I am seeing just one. The nurse entertains me no end, albeit distance and his erratic schedule. Erpat had been discharged from the hospital after a bout with mild stroke. Me wishes he get back in shape very soon. I can’t write. Ho-hum, so my Oscars bets ran off with the rightly deserved trophies. Provisions in the right-of-reply bill is downright offensive to the press. It’s in-your-face curtailment of the supposed freest press in the region. My thoughts are running stupid, I can’t compose a decent entry. I am severely excited about summer and the up and coming months. Find me in Facebook. Tambay ako dun.