CivPro recit

Yesterday's recitation in Civil Procedure was goddam frustrating. I was ready for the battle with Atty. Tan. I read and re-read Rules 47 - 61. I took notes. I memorized every enumeration in the covered Rules. Or so I thought. In true Atty. Tan fashion, he weaved through my brains and picked every memory cell. And god, I was ready only up to Rule 61! Beyond that, there's nothing that I- nor he- can extract from my brains. And if that was not enough, he went backward  from Rule 71 after finishing Rule 61. And worst of all, our constant lizard guest, kept on saying "tsk, tsk, tsk" as if mocking my "ignorance of the law". The day I find out where that lizard is hiding is the day it says goodbye to its life...LOL:)

Still sick and the bridge remains unpassable

Ok, I'm done cutting and pasting selected blogs from my Friendster blog. I also have one in Multiply. A friend told me to just use the Yahoo 360 to do the trick for me of linking all my blogs. I'm not really a techie and I am tired of registering in every site in the web so I guess I'll content myself with the cut and paste method. :)

So am I feeling better now since last Friday? Nah. Still have cough and my nose is drippy. But I manage, thank you. I've already finished two mugs of hot calamansi juice. I have been nursing this cough for three weeks now. My doctor refused to prescribe antibiotics last week. He said he did not see any infection after pressing the stethoscope on my back and making me inhale/exhale a couple of times. I'm religiously taking Sinecod Forte and Fluimucil but these don't seem to help so I'm going back to him tomorrow. I'm bringing Patricia, my youngest, with me because her cough is also getting worse.

Will somebody tell me when Kaytialo Bridge can be passable? It's been under repair since September! My husband drops me off the other end, I walk a few meters, cross the bridge, walk a few meters again and then take another ride to the office. There was a drizzle this morning and everyone who crosses the bridge knows how despicable it is to walk the stretch from end to end. The mud, honey, the mud!!!

This morning, I arrived at the office with my legs dotted with streaks of mud. So yucky. I hope that bridge opens to vehicles before summer officially starts. Otherwise, clouds of dust will greet me every morning. And I hope the repaired bridge will last a long, long time. I said that because the portion of the provincial road near Nayong Lourdes Subd. which was repaired only about three years ago is again full of potholes deep and wide (since last year). Whenever we traverse that road, and that is everyday, we are transported to the Moon and its craters. And oh, I miss the sign along that road. The sign was posted by a local politician. It was in Tagalog and the thought was some kinda like this: "This road was repaired by (name of politician) even it is the responsibility of (political foe) and (government office)." Ang saya-saya! Where is that sign?? Please put it back there, please, so we will be reminded who is to blame. :)

Not feeling well

Am not feeling well. Have a bad case of cough. Been sneezing every second since yesterday (ok, that's exag). Right this minute, I believe that atom is the smallest particle of matter. I can feel every atom in the air. In fact, they're playing soccer and they keep banging against my skin. And, ouch, they hurt! But they can't stop me from banging on my keypad to bring life to this blog. I just hope the momentum sustains. :)

Bye for now, need to review for my Succession class tomorrow. Wish me luck. :)

Not attending Transpo class

Am not attending Transpo class today. Have loads of work at the office (it’s anniversary month and deadline for our quarterly publications), my husband is not happy with the maid’s cooking (which means I have to personally prepare dinner tonight), and I am not prepared for Atty. Pia (the main reason, actually). Haven’t read any case, haven’t read the provisions, and I forgot to bring my codal which is a requirement in his class. I can not come to class unprepared. Atty. Pia asks the most unexpected questions. The old man is old school lawyer/teacher, doesn’t mince words. I’d rather bury myself tonight in 30 cases than have him tell me I have no right to be in his class. One prayer - no quiz today, please…

Been hurt? - Postscript

It’s been almost six years now since the day, as Mikaela puts it, "someone I considered a friend and a sister hurt me to core" but there are just some things that my memory chooses not to erase. I haven’t gotten over it yet. Each time I remember (and the latest is about a few seconds ago) the anger, the frustration, the pain rushes back to me in an instant. I feel stupid all over again for having trusted that person, for not being able to spot the signs of betrayal and for believing her web of lies completely, absolutely, unconditionally - because she was a friend. More than that, she was then, for me, the sister I never had. That just makes me want to scream my head out (as in "Ang tanga-tanga ko!!!").

Sometimes, I still get the urge to just pull her aside and yank her eyeballs out (ugh!). My only comfort is that I KNOW THE TRUTH, there are MANY people who know the truth, and who stand by this truth.

Footnote: Sori, pinagmasdan ko na naman kasi ulit sya. Minsan, masarap inisin ang sarili (he he he).

Kids on vacation

5:30 AM, March 31, 2008

This morning I woke up to an “empty” house. The kids, all three of them, are in Mindoro and will be there for the next eight weeks or so. Adrian and Andrea are so used to it that as early as February, they have been nagging me to bring them to Lola Mommy, “now na!”. It is Patricia’s first time to be separated from us.

Yesterday, before my husband and I left them, Patricia would not break from me. I was carrying her and she held me so tight I almost brought her back to Bulacan. But my dad has waited long for Patricia to spend the summer with them and I had to give in – my father has to enjoy his grandchildren while he still has the strength to carry them, play with them, and spoil them with cake and ice cream. And so, while I know my husband and I will terribly miss the kids – especially our little Patricia – we left them to the care of my parents for the entire summer, confident that before school opens, they will weigh a few pounds more, have a tint of color to their cheeks, and give us endless tales about how they chased dragonflies, flew kites, and shooed carabaos.

That means our house will be free of toys and clutter for the next two months, I will hear no sumbongs in the afternoon that I get home (“Mama, si Kuya inaway na naman ako…”, “Mama, si Rea inubos yung paper mo…”, “Mama, si Ate hindi ako pinahiram ng crayons…”), my vocal chords will take a rest from all those yelling everytime they misbehave, less laundry in the weekend, less electric and water consumption, less expenses for the weekly grocery.

But then, that also means, for the next two months, no kisses before we leave for the office and in the afternoon when we get home, no race for Mama’s tight embrace, no love letters from Andrea posted on the ref, no flowers (taken from the neighbors’ garden) from Patricia everyday, no little hands wrapped around my neck in the mornings that I wake up, nobody to raise his/her hand whenever the favorite question of the day is asked(“Sino’ng pinaka-love ni Mama?”), nobody to make “kulit” if he can share the bed with us (“Tonight lang, Mama promise…”) , nobody to bring me the towel (and a glass of water, and the charger, and my bag downstairs…).

It’s going to be a very quiet two months without them. But the upside is my husband and I have our bedroom for ourselves for now and pretend that we are on honeymoon. Wink, wink.

Life in Law School

Four semesters in law school, and these are what I learned so far. No, this ain’t about the Constitution, nor any Code. This is about life in law school.

1. Law school indeed is a jealous mistress. It’s not going to allow you time for other personal pursuits. The last movie I saw on the big screen is LOTR. Honest.

2. You have to love reading to survive. Not reading the FHM/Cosmo type of magazines, but reading an all-text, 2-inch thick book 75% of the time. That would be apart from at least a foot tall of cases (xeroxed or printed-out) that you have to read for one semester.

3. You have to have a "kapal mukha", so makapal that I should be able to feel it here from where you are sitting now. Some professors do not mince words if you don’t get it right in the recit, which is conducted everyday.

4. A writing notebook is not just for pre-schoolers. Atty. Suarez hates it if you don’t "cross your t’s and dot your i’s" properly. "Preparation for the bar starts now!"

5. Don’t trust the professor who starts the semester by telling "I intend to pass everyone in this class." More than half the class will fail. Believe me.

6. Believe the professor who starts the semester by telling "I pass only two or three students. Last semester, only one passed." Double your prayers.

7. It pays to have friends in the upper class, or at least ahead of you in some subjects. You can always borrow their notes, books, and if you are lucky enough, their exam booklets and case digests. (Thank you, Hjoan!)

8. Lipstick and blush-ons have no use during exams. Trust me.

9. Eyebags are normal. You don’t have it, you ain’t in law school.

10. There will always be "terror" professors, but there are also "mabait na professor" who will not scare you to death. But trust me (again), you will thank and appreciate the "terror" ones  later.