Smell Something Fishy

I was in my bored cum melancholic mood last friday, and was looking at the fishpond when i suddenly saw a carp do a backflip! I dont know if this is something that you'd normally see in a fishpond but I'm the only one who have witnessed that unusual event, and though i haven't captured that kodak moment, I will still live to tell the "Tale of the Fish who did a Backflip One Friday Afternoon".

I'm not really into fishes, but I like watching them. All that swimming and twitching has a relaxing effect on me. I enjoyed that one time when I went snorkeling in Boracay with my cousins...we tried to look for Nemo but failed. But the view down there is really something. Beautiful is an understatement. I could stay there for hours and not grow tired of looking at the sea creatures in their natural habitat.

I'm back to swimming again. After several months of hiatus, I'm now back to an average of 15 laps every Saturday. It's the only form of exercise that I enjoy doing. No sweat. Literally and Figuratively.

Dec 1, 2004, 11:30 PM:. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

My xmas list:

1. an Ipod (I WISH!)
2. a new set of abs (average of 20 laps every saturday beigeatch!)
3. shiatsu/swedish body massage
4. recipe for creamy pesto
5. memory aid
6. speed writing skills
7. clear skin (I must, I must...)
8. Kitchie Nadal's CD
9. my own boytoy *snorts* (swimmer's body, lawyer's brain..and I insist)
10. a trip for two to Phuket,Hongkong for #9 and me

i hope Santa's also into blogging....

Happy Birthday Me!

November 20, 2004: Turning 22 was quite fun after all. There were no big celebration but the fact that a lot of people greeted me was touching...aaaww! Text messages were bombarding my cellphone the whole day...and happy birthday's from unexpected people cropped up, which was quite "surreal but nice" ;)
To those who remembered...THANK YOU! I won't delete your messages in my inbox (for at least two weeks, that is)
and to those who forgot...F**K YOU! =)

My once-so called boring life has actually changed, drastically, since I entered law school. I'm not saying that college was unexciting, it was a blast actually, especially our last years in UP. I had a taste of my first bottle of beer, knew what it felt like to be "tipsy" and the difference between the real Jose Cuervo from the cheap tequila-flavored alcohol.

But law school is more exciting, intellectually challenging. I didnt know that i could be this "nerdy"...and actually enjoy being named as such. I'm feeling a sense of fulfillment from reading the hardbound law books and digesting the cases. There's no room for "boring" in my vocabulary now because it's always filled with latin maxims, legal terms, and SCRA volume and page numbers.

Ironically, I took studying at a higher level now that I'm supposed to be through with it.

The worst thing: I am now the kind of person that I loathed in college (",)

My friends used to tease me that I'm our college librarian’s protege. What those BITCHES branded me was kinda true after all hehehe I'm spending most of my time in the library nowadays...to catch up on last weeks lessons and/or read in advance and partly because there's nowhere else to lounge about in the University other than the library.

And, you get to rub elbows with a brainy bunch of guys. Not the cloyingly "pa-cute" ones, but the intellectually attractive set. (",)

Law school can never be boring. *wink*

One more exam to go...Siyet, but I'm starting to hate law school. ;P I'm desperately looking forward to Halloween. No tricks but all treats. No Parties, instead, I'm gonna spend the whole day off and try to catch a few zzz's.
And then, I'm gonna scare myself to death by looking at MJ's photo while listening to "Thriller"...

Why CrabbyPrettyLucy?

Meet Lucy Van Pelt. My cartoon version. Though we're both crabby, bossy and loud..the similarity ends there.

Lucy is the totality of all my frustrations.

Her arguments may be illogical, but no one dared contradict her for fear of being yelled at.
In my rare lunatic moments, I can also be unreasonable. But i always end up being admonished.

She has no qualms bout declaring to the whole world her love for Schroeder, even if he's far more interested with his toy piano and would prefer Beethoven over her.
Never in my wildest dreams will i have the guts to approach my "crush" and make the first move. I'm a loser, so shoot me. ^___^

She takes pleasure in tormenting poor 'ol Charlie Brown and even tried throwing her brother Linus out of the house when their parents were not around.
As much as i want to kick my brothers' butts out of the house when i'm pissed, logic still prevails. I don't want to earn the ire of those two hulking ogres. I'm not built for a wrestling match.
But revenge is sweeter when they come unexpected.

A Little miss-know-it-all, her word is the law. She criticizes everybody but loves receving compliments.
I love receiving compliments. ^_____________^

Lucy in France

Got my hair cut today. This is how I'm supposed to look like...

My friend Steph and I went to this obscure hair salon for a little hair trimming (and dyeing on Steph's part). I wasn't really planning on having my hair cut but i was curious with Steph's new discovery. Dye and Haircut for P300! Hot Oil for P150! and the hair dresser was pretty competent. You'll get the same effect like you've had it done in a big salon, but much cheaper.
Now we're both sporting a P40 hair cut...I have to admit that it was quite a steal even if the hair dresser kept telling me, with a disapproving look, that i have very dry hair. =)

SpongeBob and Horny Peter

Its already 4 in the afternoon and I'm still wearing my pj's. I'm in a lazy mood right now. Woke up really really late and ate a piece of chocolate cake for brunch =) I'm skipping classes today.

Had a YM conference with my friend Lalai today. haven't heard from her for quite some time. We talked about our unrequited love...HER unrequited love actually. She was doing all the typing and i was doing all the "hehehe"s and "LOL"s. ahay, i miss the good ol' days when we'd have drinking sprees at their house with Steph and Maki.

I just love the thought of being in love. I'm watching "A Walk to Remember" for the nth time. Love the soundtrack. Love Shane West. I'd watch this film and i'm in 7th heaven the whole day. No need for Horny Peter or whoever to make me feel like I'm in cloud nine. I'd just switch on the player and i'd be singing mushy love songs the whole night.

Warning: My cheerful disposition lasts only for several hours.

I'll be back to my old grouchy self first thing in the morning.

Gotta go. Have a date with SpongeBob and Patrick. The two cuties... =)

Where art thou soulmate?

I'm not my usual chatty self these past few days. I think the 2 AM bedtime for several days now are working its spell on me thus, I feel like a zombie drifting in and out of class.

Anyway, while on my way home, I eavesdropped on the conversation of the two girls sitting beside me, they were talking about soulmates and how to find them. And I wonder...

Does the law of attraction of the opposite poles apply to soulmates? If so, I wonder if my soulmate is a subdued version of me or a wilder me.

or maybe, our soulmates are the exact replica of ourselves...if this is the case, i'm not looking forward to meeting him/her =)

Neway, somebody asked me this...

Craziest thing I’ve ever done: Got my navel pierced. Now I have a small scar to remind me of my recklessness and stupidity…and how naïve a 19-year-old can get

What I wanna do right now: Have a full body massage. I get a natural high from all that kneading and pressing =) I’m a masochist! Hurt me! I want a back-breaking massage pronto!

Coffee and Possession

I'm in my 15 mintue break from reading the Articles of Possession and i might as well check out my blog and try to write a few things just to take my mind off all the pressures of studying. I just tried out that new coffee shop near the university, its pretty okay...considering that they sell their latte's at 30 bucks. Admittedly,I'm "kuripot" and would rather buy that 12 oz. of brewed coffee at Dunkin Donuts for P30 than splurge on a tiny cup of latte at a posh coffee shop hehe Throw in a couple of donuts and I'm yours 'til eternity. I tried to limit my caffeine intake a few months ago when i started having migraine attacks in the middle of our Sales class (I'm still not sure if it was the coffee or the teacher who was giving me the headaches =P ), and started drinking decaffeinated peppermint tea during my mid-afternoon breaks. It worked for several days, but then, my addiction to coffee overpowered my will to cut it off my system. Simply put, I'm back to guzzling coffee. It's such a bore trying to figure out the Rights of a Possessor in Good Faith without a big mug of that steaming, dark brew in front of you, giving your brain cells a few kicks to get you back on track.Time's up...My beloved Paras is waiting for me with his pages wide open to Chapter 3 of Possession...Ta ta!

21 Going 50

dont know bout this age thing but as far as me is concerned... i may be young but i definitely think old. I'm usually getting these you-sound-like-a-gazillion-year-old-spinster-that-i-feel-like-im-with-my-grandma-who's-suffering-from-PMS reaction when i get all cranky and starts ignoring everybody. Can't i be crazy for once?People are so engrossed with how terribly "bad" a person can be that the moment they catch you in your furious state, you are brandished as an A-1 Bitch to the nth power. Can't help it if i was already regarded as a "grown-up" when i was five. I've never been a toddler, maybe its because i was already screaming "yudiputa" when i was coming out of my mom's womb....=) People has this wrong notion that im too cynical,but i never was and never will be. Subconciously, i try to be good. Though i can't seem to get it right and end up bungling my moment of "holiness". Too bad i can't imagine myself batting my eyelashes and flashing everyone my toothy smile...I'd rather end up a spinster than look like a pathetic evil drag queen who's trying too hard to please everybody.

WILL NOT, CAN NOT, OUGHT NOT

If I do something that is not in conformity with the norms of the strait-laced virgins of the society, will I be considered as a deviant? For the liberal minds, I may sound too prude to be real, but the mere thought of approaching my unrequited love to engage him in an intellectual (?) conversation is enough to make me cringe and scream SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! in the middle of the law library. For several mornings now I have fervently meditated while uttering my mantra *I'M HAPPY I'M LOVED I'M PRETTY* ...and though the nearness of him makes me think irrationally, I think I’m making progress because I'm half the blabbermouth that I used to be whenever he's around. I truly want to believe that he has also taken notice of me and has been throwing me furtive glances while I am deeply engrossed in reading the articles of Co-ownership and oblivious to the outside world. Yes- I'm a self-confessed fantasist, allow me this simple pleasure even if our closest thing to intimacy started and ended when he passed by me at the library, with his scent lingering, as I breathe deeply trying to catch a whiff.
But, as much as I want to succumb to the temptation to make the first move and approach him, I have vehemently decided that I am neither mistress material nor will I settle for an unreciprocated affection, thus I am over and done with this madness. And so, I wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t –
1. deliberately attract his attention
2. pretend that I don’t know he existed (my too obvious symptom that I’m smitten)
3. declare to the whole world that I have great legs compared to his lady friend (even if its true)
4. look for him the moment I step inside the library
5. avoid his gaze
6. hide when I see him in the mall with his “japorms” lady friend (even if I look like drab in my house clothes)
7. hold my breath when he passes by
8. misinterpret on purpose his actions/glances
9. drag my friends to the cafeteria for a cup of instant coffee every afternoon because I know he’s also there
10. whine to my friends on how blind he can be that he can’t single out an exquisite human being even if it hit him in the face.