sex and the city marathon foiled AGAIN. turns out that the pc at home, unlike the one i have in the dorm, does not have a program to read dvds.

darn.

* * *

am the force that will destroy the car that my mom has barely used. life savings dwindling at an alarming rate for mini-car repairs. bad idea warned me that i will spend much more before things finally "relax".

i have had more than three. if bad things come in threes, please make it stop. i simply can't afford it already.

sex and the city marathon reduced to five episodes. turned out that the responsive pleading we filed for a civpro exercise was rejected by our pseudo court on the basis of a technicality.

darn. that meant three hours down the drain (well... law school is supposed to be the main deal but ...)

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recitation sucked. big time.

* * *

but then again, today is another day. civpro again later. agref much later.

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and weekend much, much later. sex and the city marathon, here i come!

overheard in up campus-pantranco jeepney

girl: ang engot engot mo! ang tagal-tagal ko tong ginagamit, di naman nasisira.
guy: *mumble*
girl: eh ang engot engot mo!

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overheard in mrt

girl 1: kung ayaw mong masagi, eh di mag-taxi ka o mag-eroplano ka kung gusto mo! ang pangit-pangit mo naman ang arte arte mo! (repeat five times, each time slightly increasing the volume)

and right before going down, try to have the last word
girl 1: ang pangit-pangit mo!
girl 2: ikaw rin!

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my, my. aren't we all cranky today?

* * *

guess who's going to have a sex and the city marathon tonight?

me.

guess who's the proud owner of a brand new copy of coraline.

me.

ang saya-saya!

he loves me more than i love him.

translation: your email inbox is filled with sweet mushy forwarded messages from him. you will have to clear your cellphone inbox more than once a day cause he sends you loads of text messages, from the inane "ligo lang ako" to the heart-warming "i love you, baby!". you will never have to ask for flowers cause before you even begin to count the days since he last gave you a bouquet, he's at your gate with a dozen roses. the last book you wanted, the last bag you lusted after, the last dark chocolate thin mints you craved for have all found their way to you without you even asking.

awww.

but being human, on one of the few nights that you can't sleep (most likely because you're feeling mighty guilty over not having studied for the next day's class yet) you wonder what your ex is doing, whether he's happy with the girl named cheryl who happens to be thinner, younger, and prettier (oh yes i think she is) that you. you think back: three years ago, he comforted me when i was too worried about the LAE, two years ago, we were at EDSA dos together, last year, ay last year sobra na kaming mag-away

but still, you wonder. was it because you let yourself go and stopped caring about how you looked? was it because you never liked gary granada and played snake on your cellphone while watching this jazz group at freedom bar? was it because you rushed things with him, introducing him to your lola/tita/tito/ninang/ninong/cousin/friends/teachers/classmates in law school even before you hit the six-month mark? was it because you became a high-maintenance b*tch demanding too much time?

you fall asleep thinking of these things. you dream of him, him asking you back and you hugging him insane with happiness. you dream of him telling you how stupid he was to have let someone like you let go.

five hours later you wake up.

ten messages received, all of them from your new boyfriend, saying basically the same thing: that he loves you so much.

now you want to hit your head against the wall for having been so stupid the night before. THIS is what love is. and no matter who is doing more of the giving, and never mind that you are doing most of the taking, this is exactly what your mom, in one of the many post-breakup conversations she had with you, has in mind. the kind of love where the man takes care of you, shows you how much he loves you, and proves, in so many little ways, that he will be a good father to your future children.

screw passion. it's easy to say that when you've got the real thing.

the first movie i actually wanted to watch was dos exis. naive girl that i was, i actually thought there was a good story behind it basing it on the movie trailer.

disappointed as i was with dos exis, it didn't stop me from wanting to watch prosti after i saw its trailer. last night, i finally got to watch the movie in its full glory and i must admit, in spite of my pathetic fascination with aubrey miles, that i agree with this review.

Does she really speak that way? Her voice sounded like someone who just graduated from grade school, full of naiveté, even bordering on dumbness at times. This totally goes against the experienced way with which she engages in passionate trysts with jay manalo.

it's a good thing that she's very pretty. at least she can always do the dancing/singing/posing/hosting jobs which seem to work for rica peralejo.

we passed the one month mark yesterday!

i must admit i had the most god-awful day -- don't ask why -- but him quietly listening to me while i bitched and whined and sulked then holding my hand after i was done more than made up for everything that went wrong.

that and the original prosti vcd he gave me.

how is it that jules ledesma's official website has had more visitors than mine?

i'm willing to bet it was because jaemark linked him to pancit canton .

thanks to everyone who voted! no, i'm not getting married yet but my best friend is. i'm going to be her maid of honor and she asked me to pick a design that i like. the wedding is a little more than seven months from now so i may lose ten to twenty pounds to do any dress justice but the height will forever be pegged at 5' 3" unfortunately.

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surprisingly, no one picked number 1, which happens to be my current favorite as of the moment (i like its mini-train at the back!).

need your help! please pick and cast your vote!

#1


#2


#3


#4


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oh, and the theme is either yellow or peach.

the traffic yesterday was more horrible than horrible.

it was a good thing that gloria decided not to run for the 2004 elections. otherwise, yesterday's traffic would sure be another nail in her coffin.

* * *

have spent the last three hours searching for a maid of honor gown.

nothing. nada. zilch. zero.

help!

ang kapatid ko:

1) gwapo, nung sikat yung titanic, kamukha daw niya si leonardo di caprio. kung lokal ang trip mo, si dingdong dantes naman ang kamukha niya.

2) matalino, pilot class yan mula grade seven hanggang natapos nang high school. ang natapos niya nung college, physical therapy. (medyo natagalan nga lang.)

3) mapagmahal, sobra nga sa pagbibigay nang mahal kaya, yun, maraming minamahal.

4) magaling mag-basketball, varsity dati nung high school, parati pang first five yan sa liga sa amin.

5) masipag, maaga gumising para mag-trabaho.

6) marunong magluto.

* * *

at saka birthday niya ngayon ... eh wala pa akong regalo. kaya pinuri ko na lang siya.

* * *

he has ceased to be possessed by other people and has resumed regular broadcasting.

my stylist is missing, again!

the stylist who has made my unruly hair stylish, smooth, and healthy-looking has resigned from ystilo and may have transferred to frank provost *gasp* or may have left the country.

*grumble grumble grumble*

i should've asked for his number when i had my last haircut. after his resignation from jesi mendez, i "found" him one day in ystilo salon. now he's missing again. i don't know where or when i'll chance upon him again.

wala ba akong natutunan?

i was attempting to prepare a complaint for civpro when i realized that unless i take a MAJOR review in civil law under someone like leonen*, i might flunk the bar.

i've basically "coasted" along law school, not because i was any good at "lawyering" but i've been lucky enough with teachers who do not believe in flunking. i "slid" through oblicon with the lowest grade he gives, even if i absolutely have no idea what the basic differences between a void and voidable contract are (of course i can always check the codal provisions, but then again, i can't do that at the bar). same thing for a couple of other civil law subjects.

now, if it were something like labor, well, that i understand perfectly well.

but the problem is that civil law is a major part of lawyering. how the hell will i survive?

*except that he doesn't teach civil law review

she's back!

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ever thought of how your child will be like? no need to imagine. check this out.

diamond motors finally called: it was just a thermostat problem! yipee! brought the car in at a little before eleven and they said i can get my car now.

the buttercup mobile (owing to the abundance of powerpuff paraphernalia) is ready to hit the road again!

* * *

whew ... i was bracing myself for a major radiator overhaul which would cost me P3,000 at least.

decided to treat myself yesterday by skipping class.

ang saya nang walang civpro! spent the two hours i should've spent in pure i-might-get-called-on-to-recite-but-i-haven't-studied-that-well agony browsing through january's cosmopolitan. then i took a loooooong bath. then i tackled the asylum cases for pil.

happiness.

now i'd have to convince myself to study pleadings tonight and go to class tomorrow. GO TO CLASS ... GO TO CLASS... GO TO CLASS... GO TO CLASS... GO TO CLASS....

it seems that a lot of people who end up on my site were actually searching for pictures of aubrey miles.

don't be disappointed. here's one for you!



*thank to malaya.com

the thirteenth strikes again!

well, not really but the car was really on overheat mode this time.

before my mom turned over the car to me, she's been noticing how the temperature was always halfway up the gauge. she mentioned it to the casa when she had it repaired but the car came back with the same mid-of-the-gauge temperature. last sunday, the car's temperature went up to the 3/4 mark and i was quite scared as i had a bad experience with an overheating car when i was a kid when on new year's day, our car decided to overheat after putting up with plaridel, bulacan traffic for almost an our and a half.

tried to drain the radiator and replace it with clean water yesterday, hoping that the water replacement will rid the radiator of debris. no such luck. car even got worse.

today, i had to make a pitstop in the middle of c5 and depended on the gasoline boys of shell to calm down the car. thirty minutes later, i was on my way with a still overheating car.

i barely got to work.

now i know i'd have to shell out a couple more of thousands to get the damn radiator repaired.

f.u.c.k. the car's getting more expensive than my law school education.

* * *

buti na lang maganda yung suot ko ngayon.

according to the doctor, it looks like i gained weight. according to vanessa, my butt looks rectangular in my pants.

but, according to tpie, i look thin today.

siyempre si tpie and papaniwalaan ko. i know that if you were in my place you'd do the same thing.

watched the 1215 a.m. screening of the two towers at atc with the martian ...

there's only one way to describe the film: it was BEAUTIFUL.

* * *

legolas was AMAZING ... but i liked the new elf better. he was BEAUTIFUL ...

i have to find out who he is. have to brush off the dust on my copy of the two towers and finally get down to reading it.

* * *

but not after finishing my copy of stephen king's rose madder which i got from powerbooks for P4.75.

What do you do when you know you will be seeing your ex for the first time after breaking up?

First, you pick the outfit that makes you look thinner than usual.
Second, you wash your hair the night before so you'll have time to blow dry the day after.
Third, you arrive at work early and pretend that you're so swamped with work that you hardly had time to miss him.

What do you do after you've had lunch with your ex, seen the picture of the girl he replaced you with (who happens to be tall, sexy, with long hair, and definitely younger than you), and pretended that everything's so much better in your life now that he's gone?

First, you hit your head against the wall for having thought of doing such a stupid thing.
Second, you send a text message to your new boyfriend and tell him how much you love him.
Third, you go to the parlor to have something done.
Fourth, read your ex's thank message (for having lunch with him) over and over again looking for any signs of longing for you, and upon having found zilch signs, you...
Fifth, have a drinking session with a student that you're supposed to mentor but who ended up mentoring you.

go on ... visit my bestfriend's site

* * *

i have to:
(1) see the doctor;
(2) pay my credit card bills;
(3) finish the handouts i plan to give later; and
(4) make sense out of pleadings.

*yawn*

may specpro pa bukas.

whoever coined up TGIF must've been somone who does not have camacho on saturdays.

how do you like the new look?

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thank you to blogskins, webmonkey for kids, and keli.

thank you to my boss for not bugging me too while i was doing this. hee.

Ei ros, heard fr d grapevine dat sum1 was able 2 acces n read ur online diary. S dat true?

imagine waking up to THAT message.

* * *

very few people i know in real life (as opposed to people i've "met" on the net) know that this blog exists: vanvan, RA, specpro classmate, chio, jv, judy, and ina. everything's fairly hush-hush. last semester, a classmate in law school stumbled upon this blog and told some people about it but i strongly doubt if they still read this (the novelty has most likely worn off).

now i'm scared. who has read it? his former students here at work? his new students? his friends? people we both know in common?

i tried asking him that, but he has yet to reply.

* * *

from 7 this morning up to 9 i was in panic mode. then i thought -- eh gago pala kayo eh. nakikibasa kayo ng journal ng ibang tao. kung ayaw niyo yung malalaman niyo dito, problema niyo na yon.

why the hell would i take down this site, kill one of the things that helps me get through the rough days, if only because nahihiya ako with some of the stuff that i've written down?

* * *

i am doing the right thing, right?

* * *

back from the grave

there are things you bury in your past. mine was the fact that i was a failure at my first course, molecular biology and biotechnology. there was a time that i received three quatros (if only i were from another school -- this would've been good, diba?) in major subject. one of those was math 53. i vowed then that should i die, i would have myself cremated. my ashes would then be placed in salt and pepper shakers, to be used in making a batch of pancit bihon which will be served my math 53 teacher, among others.

guess who i saw today -- my math 53 teacher. and although he couldn't remember my name, he remembered me.

kicked the faux fleece blanket to the end of the bed and convinced myself that i'll be able to sleep soundly last night. no such luck. like clockwork, i woke up in the middle of the night sniffling and sneezing.

help.

* * *

last day of classes last year, i was called on to recite for both agrarian reform law and public international law. it was shitty really, as there were only two of us in agrarian reform law and the teacher kept alternating between us, and for pil, i was the first one called on to recite on the north sea continental shelf cases and i was "on deck" for a little more than half an hour.

first day of classes this year, i was called on to recite for both subjects AGAIN. there were four of us in agrarian reform law this time, except that crazy teacher called on me and the other guy who was present again, and not the two other people. in pil, i was the last one called and i had to recite on the dissenting opinions and its connection to opinio juris and art VI.

to think these happened after i made a statement before both classes that i would not be called this time around.

finally met the general a.k.a. the martian's mother. imagine that it was your first time to ever drive a car and you decided you wanted to pass through quezon circle then edsa and finally capping the trip off with sucat interchange -- THAT was how meeting his mom felt like.

but at least that's done and over with. whew.

* * *

today's the first day of REAL life: work, law school, dorm, and no martian less than a hundred meters away.

the entire vacation i was complaining how the martian was constantly at my house, either to visit me or my brother (they're really good friends). on my first night back at the dorm last night, i must've consumed my free text telling him i missed him badly.

you always want what you can't have. good thing i'm a girl and i can get away with it.

* * *

one of the pictures i took of me and the martian was uploaded by the mirror project. if you know me, go to the search button, type in my first and last name, and you'll get to the page where the picture is.

brace yourself...

* * *

am i allergic to my faux fleece blanket?

bought one from a bazaar held in school last christmas. been sleeping with it for the last two weeks. for a week now, i've had this nasty cold and i keep waking up in the middle of the night just to have a sneezing fit.

i want to get rid of it if only to help myself get better but i did spend money on it (money i couldn't spare, really) and it's so so cute.

a boring lunch, three pieces of growers less-grease peanuts on the floor, and three hours later, i still don't know how to handle my first day of class.

i just hope my students NEVER find their way into this site...

made it to work on time ... and i hope that wends and jen were able to do the same thing too!

* * *

your phone isn't really important (at least not like it used to) to you until you realize that you will be meeting people for dinner and you have no idea what their landline or cellphone numbers are and EVERYTHING is basically stored in your phone's memory.

darn.

* * *

things i didn't miss at work

(1) auntie's choppy english
(2) BB's incessant nagging about my thesis
(3) the deathly cold that prevents your brain from functioning, killing a few (more than few?) brain cells in the process
(4) the dress code
(5) CC's roving eye, checking your outfit for some flaw she could point out to the assistant dean
(6) food from the caf

things i did miss at work

(1) time apart from the martian
(2) unlimited internet access in a cool room
(3) wearing clothes that prevent you from eating a lot
(4) conversations with vanvan
(5) super special siopao

thing i'm not sure of ...
whether i'm ready to face a classroom full of students again

and that's why i have to force myself to log off now ... after the month-long sick leave, plus the extra weeks that BB kept me away from teaching to recuperate from the operation, i will be teaching my FIRST class for the semester today. wish me luck.

today i feel

first working day of the year ... and i got here late! i had set my alarm for six, planned to leave by seven, so i'd be at work by 8:30. no such luck. the lamp a hopeful suitor gave me three years ago chose last night to say goodbye to me... and it did it with a bang, bringing down with it the power supply to all the outlets in all the rooms. had to make a call to our electrician who mercifully said yes to our request.

he arrived at 8:15 a.m., tinkered with the big gray box, and left thirty minutes later, P250 richer.

* * *

after a week and a half at home, with the martian constantly making house calls, i was excited to go back to work, that is until BB called vanvan and i witnessed a LOOOOONG phone conversation between the two of them, with BB insisting on AGAIN changing several things about the practicum program.

grabe ... an hour and a half into the first working day of the year and i was ready to go on vacation again.